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cuffmeinblack · 2 years ago

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Retribution

Ominis Gaunt x f!OC

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Summary: Ominis has kept his romantic involvement with Maerys a secret from his family for her own safety, but a pending betrothal causes complications. Maerys confronts his family with the hope of acceptance but gets more than she bargained for.

A/n: I wrote this for my giveaway winner @huntress-valkyrie with her OC Maerys Baratheon 🖤, originally meant to be under 4k words but I loved the idea so it ended up much longer. Especially the Kaz Brekker quote prompt.

There's also a slightly-spicy, sweet bonus audio.

The past year had been extraordinary in many ways, a year of firsts for Maerys—the start of a career she felt so passionately about, a new place to live away from the castle she had called home for several years. The most remarkable may have been finding her long-held affection for Ominis Gaunt returned tenfold, settling into what could only be described as domestic bliss within a few short months.

Their careers kept them apart for long periods of time, but they both found their way back with increasing fervour, spending the hours they had together living life to the fullest. The minute Maerys opened the door to their shared house, Ominis had scooped her up into his arms, forgoing his interrogation of her day's activities to show her his adoration and remind her that she was his . Though he never said it, he despised that her job in Magical Law Enforcement was so dominated by men, all eager to be on first name terms with the exciting new female investigator.

Ominis' love was more intense than anything she'd expected—once he had admitted his feelings and she had reciprocated, he began courting her with a ferocity that took her breath away. Their love was all consuming and Maerys knew that Ominis would do absolutely anything for her, save one. He would never reveal her existence to his family.

Maerys understood, to some extent, why—their absolute disdain for her kind was well known, and had caused a world of problems for Ominis who had dealt with the tainted Gaunt name. They would never allow him to openly be with someone who they deemed so beneath them; to use their words, a witch with dirty blood . She had fought and fought to tell them but Ominis had refused her for what may have been the very first time. She knew it wasn't a matter of Ominis' shame, but in her darker days the demons reared their ugly heads to convince her otherwise. Today was one of those days.

The past twelve hours had been utterly gruelling; the culmination of months of planning was an arrest of epic proportions involving over a dozen officers from the department, all after an elusive wizard who had thus far managed to defraud hundreds. Their hard work had paid off, and Maerys, whilst exhausted to her bones, was eager to make the most of it. So rarely did her colleagues get to enjoy such a monumental event.

"We're off to the Leaky Cauldron if you want to join us, Mae," Felicity offered, tucking her wand back into her holster.

"Love to. I don't want to stay too late though…," Maerys replied.

"I know."

Of course they knew—everyone knew that she spent every spare moment she had with Ominis. Their schedules didn't allow for too much of a social life, and whilst she missed having a more active circle of friends, she had priorities. Tonight was a rare opportunity to mingle with the witches and wizards she spent hours with every day, without the constant talk of Ministry bureaucracy.

The Leaky Cauldron was packed to the rafters with those enjoying a post-work beverage to blow off steam; harried-looking wizards in smart, pressed robes and Wizenagamot pins attached to their collars lined the bar looking thoroughly exhausted. Maerys wondered who'd they'd been sentencing—by the looks on their faces, the trial hadn't been an easy one.

"Firewhiskey, please," Maerys directed the barkeeper, who nodded and flicked his wand to pour the deep amber liquid.

"Same," a voice appeared beside her.

"Nicholas," Maerys nodded in greeting at the tall man beside her.

"Starting on the strong stuff, I like it."

"I have limited time, I may as well make the most of it."

"It's alright to spend a little time away from your guard dog," he said, a hint of distaste in his voice.

Maerys rolled her eyes and threw back the whiskey, signalling for another before it had slid down her throat. Bitterly, she thought that of course, Nicholas would use this opportunity to berate her choice of partner and try to convince her of his own virtues. There was no end to the amount of people in her line of work who had taken an instant dislike to Ominis because of his family name. With a sigh, Maerys knew then that the night would be a long one.

"Are you okay?" Ominis' strained voice rang through the hallway.

Maerys closed the door, barely being able to step foot inside before she was clumsily enveloped by Ominis' arms. She sank into the embrace, her muscles releasing the tension they'd held since the day began.

"I'm fine, it went well."

"Where have you been?" Ominis asked with a slight frown. "I was worried sick."

"I'm sorry," Maerys said, cupping his cheek in her hand. "We went to celebrate afterwards."

"Ah."

Ominis' nose flared, a sure sign that he was quietly seething. There was no love lost between Ominis and her colleagues, particularly when they were so openly flirtatious towards her.

That didn't stop him from gripping her waist, or pressing his mouth against those soft, pillowy lips. Nor did his anger stop the desire that coursed through his veins, his possessive brand of love overcoming any and all inhibitions in a frantic need to claim her. The fire in their lovemaking burned so hot it threatened to consume them both in those moments, both wordlessly conveying that they belonged only to each other, forever and always.

As they basked silently in the afterglow, Ominis traced the flame-shaped birthmark on Maerys’ lower back as he often did—the skin textured differently to the surrounding flesh, the rough patch always guided his delicate fingers there. At one point, the attention to the red blemish might have bothered her, but she had since come to love it as much as his own imperfections; the beauty marks that flecked his cheeks and continued down his body reminded her of constellations, something to be celebrated and marvelled at, not hidden away.

“I wanted to discuss something with you…but perhaps now isn’t the most opportune moment,” Ominis said quietly, more to himself than to Maerys.

Her interest piqued, Maerys raised herself up onto her elbows and turned her head to look at Ominis, her mahogany locks cascading onto the pillow below her. Ominis continued his rhythmic stroking of her back, his touch noticeably gentler.

“What is it? Now’s a good a time as any.”

Ominis took a few seconds to collect his thoughts as she waited with bated breath, noticing the way his brows pinched slightly between his eyes and his kiss-swollen lips pursed. The face was familiar, one of either great concentration or great discomfort.

“It’s quite a delicate subject but I promise you I have no intention of fulfilling my obligation.”

Maerys’ heart thumped in her chest and she sat up on the bed, staring down at her beloved with unbelieving eyes. Finally, the day she’d dreaded had come, a mere year into their courtship.

“Who?”

Ominis sighed and lifted himself off the mattress to sit next to Maerys, his fingers tracing her goose pimpled flesh to find her contorted face, cupping her cheek lovingly.

“A…cousin. I promise you, I have no intention of marrying her, or anyone else.”

“This never would have happened if you didn’t insist on keeping me a secret, Ominis.”

“For your own safety , Maerys.”

“Or for your own convenience?”

“ How can you say that? I want nothing more in this world than to declare my love for you. You must know that by now.”

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore, Ominis. Perhaps another day, but I’m exhausted.”

“I’m sorry, my love. I love you…most ardently.”

Maerys had neither the energy or inclination to reply, merely settling back onto the bed and waiting for Ominis, who sighed and lay back a moment later. She may have been able to hold a grudge, but there was no reason why she would deprive herself of his warmth on such a cold day. She told herself that the blustery winds and driving rain outside the window was reason enough to need the extra heat, and certainly not because she craved his comfort.

The tension carried on into morning, with Maerys finding herself so distracted making breakfast that a wayward flick of her wand left the kitchen covered in goopy porridge. Ominis took over shortly after that, his eyebrows never fully relaxing as he rolled up his shirt sleeves to prepare them some much-needed fuel.

Maerys watched Ominis cook, as always finding his care and attention to detail entrancing. She quietly sipped her tea, stewing over what he'd divulged the previous evening, and finding herself at a loss as to how to proceed. She was angry— of course at his despicable family but at Ominis , too.

It was high time his father knew about Maerys and accepted her. Whether or not he would was another issue, but she wouldn't tolerate such a slight as to be so completely unacknowledged. The milky Darjeeling slid down her throat and warmed her stomach as she formed a plan for her day off work and Ominis served their food, none the wiser. He would thank her later, even if it meant a day or two of flared tempers culminating in a passionate reunification.

"Eat up," Ominis said, breaking Maerys out of her daydream.

Ominis rolled down his sleeves and smoothed his waistcoat as he settled at the table. The breakfast was delicious, as it usually was when Ominis prepared it.

“What will you do today?” Ominis asked.

“Oh, I’m…not sure,” Maerys replied evasively.

If Ominis found the answer suspicious or unsatisfactory, he didn’t say, choosing to forgo further argument and concentrate on his food. They ate quickly and Ominis gave himself a final smooth over, grabbing his suitcase and holstering his wand whilst Maerys followed him to the door—a ritual they never deviated from whatever the current mood. They would always say goodbye, the unspoken truth that it could always be the last.

The kiss she gave Ominis was an apology for what she was intending to do; slow and passionate with a heavy admission of love. Ominis' hands wandered over her scantily-clad body, still dressed in only her silk nightdress and a delicate dressing gown. She hadn't intended to distract him so thoroughly, but the low growl in his throat and twitch in his trousers sent her own blood rushing, an ache between her legs so intense she couldn't control the whimper that left her mouth.

Ominis' tongue swept into her mouth, hungry and demanding as his hands kneaded the soft flesh of her breasts through the flimsy fabric. Her nipples responded, peaking under his touch as she moaned longingly into his mouth. Maerys always found Ominis irresistible no matter her mood, and the way his composure broke down around her was a power she never knew she craved.

Her head spun, revelling in the way his erection pressed painfully into her hip, probably soaking his carefully pressed work trousers with arousal that she had brought forth.

"Shouldn't you be getting to work?" Maerys said teasingly.

"You know full well I can't leave until I've had you now," Ominis replied, a hand slipping underneath her nightdress.

His delicate fingers pushed aside the lacy undergarments and found the pool of slick between her legs and she moaned, stumbling backwards against the hallway wall. Ominis followed, not allowing their contact to break as he resumed the rhythmic grinding of his stiff cock against her. His lips traced her neck as his fingers parted her folds and he dragged his digits lazily across her swollen nub, spreading her arousal.

Maerys met his hand with a movement of her hips, sighing with every brush of his fingers against her most sensitive area. She had no intention of dragging out the encounter, as she watched Ominis' flushed face with lust-filled eyes, her core ached for him. Her hands flew to his thoroughly-dirtied trousers, biting her tongue at the sight of the pooling precum on the straining fabric. She made quick work of his buttons, releasing his thick cock and a moan from his mouth, hot breath against the skin of her neck.

She'd barely wrapped her hand around him before Ominis had spun her around, his length pressing against her behind as he gathered the silk above her hips. He continued to kiss her neck, muttering sweet nothings as he lined himself up with her soaking entrance before pushing the tip inside her slowly, allowing her time to adjust to his size. They moaned together as he slid deeper into her soaking wet hole, her walls clenching eagerly in anticipation of the glorious climax she soon knew she'd be experiencing.

"Fuck , Ominis," Maerys sighed, always surprised at how he managed to make her feel so full .

"You've made me late for work, you know," Ominis said as his cock retreated.

He slid back inside her, pressing harder and deeper each time. Maerys arched her back into the thrusts, his cock hitting her satisfyingly deep and sending shockwaves through her primed and panting body.

"You feel so good," she barely managed to whimper through his forceful thrusts.

"And you feel absolutely incredible", brushing her dark, waist-length hair over her shoulder and continuing his assault on her tender neck.

She knew he'd leave marks, another reminder that she belonged to him alone. She would show them proudly, brushing them with her fingers fondly as she brushed her tangled hair later that day.

Ominis' rhythm ramped up, the empty hallways filling with the sounds of their slickened skin slapping, Maerys' arousal thoroughly coating their most intimate areas as Ominis became more and more dishevelled. Her soft and blood-swollen walls enveloped his cock so completely, every roll of his hips bringing them both closer to the edge.

"I do enjoy it when you wear this," Ominis whispered in her ear, his hands wandering over her waist. "I can feel every…curve…of your delicious little body."

Maerys gasped and pushed backwards against his cock as Ominis resumed his teasing of her nipples, practically drooling against her neck. She could feel her orgasm brewing, her breath growing ragged and muscles twitching in anticipation. Ominis couldn't fail to notice the same.

"Come on, my love. Show me how good I feel."

"Ominis…," Maerys sighed his name and fingers clawed uselessly at the wallpaper as she reached her climax.

Her core clenched before her orgasm exploded, sending waves through her body and gripping Ominis' cock. Soft moans brushed her ear as Ominis reached his own blissful release, filling her with his cum with every squeeze around his shaft. Maerys was against the wall, Ominis' weight pressing her hard as he grinded his hips into her, milking every last drop of his seed inside her.

When Ominis' was empty and Maerys a limp and bedraggled mess, he pulled her back and held her tightly, planting kisses on every exposed inch of skin he could find.

"I love you," he sighed.

"I love you, too," Maerys sighed, reaching back to gently stroke his jaw.

"Now, I really must change and get to work, lest I find myself out of a job for my tardiness."

Ominis had left in a hurry, planting a swift kiss on her lips on his way out of the door, leaving Maerys alone to ready herself for the day. The first order of business was to wash the sex from her skin, letting the water and gentle soaps lift the residue from her thighs. She squirmed slightly as her fingers brushed over her intimate area, slightly sore and puffy. She dressed smartly, taking care with her appearance more than she might usually.

Meeting Ominis’ family should have been a joyous affair, but the Gaunts had made such a thing a fairytale. Maerys would instead be confronting them at a great disadvantage—not only did they have no idea she even existed, she’d be asking them to accept her and break off Ominis’ engagement.

There was no use dwelling on the what-ifs of the encounter; as Maerys left the house to apparate to her destination, she ran over the words she wanted to say. A crack of apparition later, and she landed in a green expanse far away from the city she’d just left.

The Gaunt manor was as imposing as she'd imagined—though the house was large and likely once an ostentatious show of pureblood wealth, it was now run down and a shadow of its former glory. As with any magical dwelling, particularly for a powerful family, the building and grounds were enveloped by wards—this wouldn't simply be a case of walking up to the front door and knocking. Only those who were invited would be allowed to enter the wards, and knowing the Gaunts, Maerys wouldn't have been surprised if an intruder found themselves in searing pain. The place practically rippled with dark magic.

Maerys likely could have taken them down, one by one. She was a powerful witch with a background in law enforcement; this was part and parcel of her job. However, she preferred to remain on good (or at least civil) terms with Ominis' father by the time she left. Tentatively taking out her wand, she pointed it at the boundary and shot red sparks at the wards. They fizzled and disappeared as they hit the shimmering dome, and Maerys waited.

She'd expected a servant of some sort, perhaps a house elf to greet her, instead a tall, dark figure appeared in the doorway. Perhaps it was a trick of perspective and the door was smaller than it appeared, but the man seemed to tower over everything he walked past. His dark hair was tucked behind his ears and as he approached, Maerys noted the hostile glare on his otherwise handsome face.

"Who are you?" the man snarled.

"A friend of Ominis'. I need to talk to Mr Gaunt," Maerys replied, summoning all of her confidence and willing her voice to be steady.

The man sneered, his dark eyes piercing through Maerys like daggers.

"We don't like friends of Ominis here. Blood traitor."

"Who…?"

"Marvolo. Marvolo Gaunt. And you're trespassing."

Maerys stared up at Ominis' brother in disbelief. He was the polar opposite of Ominis, and Maerys wondered if this was a quirk of their notorious inbreeding or his mother had simply been unfaithful when producing one of the brothers. His skin was tanned, eyes and hair darker, much taller and muscular than his elegant and fair brother. He had none of Ominis' refined air, nor his politeness, apparently.

"Please, I only need a few minutes and then I'll leave. I think Mr Gaunt would appreciate what I have to say."

Marvolo regarded her with dead eyes, devoid of warmth, before drawing his wand and waving an arch over the wards to create a path to admit her. Maerys stepped through the opening as Marvolo strode off without another word. She assumed she was meant to follow him, but his strides were so long she found herself practically running to keep up. His cruel smirk as he looked back at her indicated this had likely been his intention; the humiliation already beginning.

Maerys' heart thumped in her chest as she skipped across the threshold into the manor, eyes darting around at the dilapidated hallway and once-grand staircase now reduced to scuffed wood and tattered carpet. She'd always assumed Ominis exaggerated about his family, down to the financial situation that was a great source of shame for him. To Maerys' dismay, it appeared he'd been truthful, including Marvolo's cruel sneer and intimidating air.

The house hummed with dark magic, and her gut twisted as she considered all that Ominis had told her. His family were dangerous , unhinged , utterly without conscience . If he had been telling her the truth, Maerys had made a huge lapse in judgement in coming to their manor alone.

Marvolo led her down a dim corridor to an inconspicuous door and leaned against the wall opposite, watching and waiting. Maerys' eyes darted from him to the door, thankful to finally be leaving his presence. She knocked on the wood and waited until a voice called from inside and the door flew open and she was pulled inside by a stream of magic. The slam from behind her and click of a lock indicated that she was now alone with a different man, standing in the middle of the room with his wand aloft.

"Who are you? State your business," he demanded.

Maerys barely had a chance to take in her surroundings before scrambling for words to answer him. This must have been Tiberius Gaunt, Ominis' father. Much older than she'd expected and more reminiscent of Ominis than his brother, his pale skin reflected in the dim light from the oil lamps dotted around the room. He had only a hint of Ominis' beauty; his eyes were cold, narrowed and full of suspicion.

"I'm sorry to intrude, Mr Gaunt. I'm a friend of Ominis' and wished to speak with you about something."

His glare softened at the mention of his son and he lowered his wand, retreating to an armchair amongst the towers of dusty books that lined the walls of the small library. Maerys followed, perching awkwardly on the chair opposite him as he watched with great interest.

"A friend, you say? What could a friend have to say to me, hm? A day after his betrothal, no less. Don't take me for a fool , girl."

Maerys swallowed thickly, a chill running down her spine at the accusation. He was right, of course—her attempt at subtlety was anything but.

"You're correct. Myself and Ominis have been…romantically involved for some time."

"I see. And you wish to cast yourself into the ring, as it were? What of your heritage, girl?"

"My mother was a witch," Maerys replied, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

"Just your mother?" he pressed, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

Maerys nodded—she had never been made to feel less than adequate because of her blood status, but the way Tiberius Gaunt looked at her that moment was enough to erase every last drop of her self-assuredness. She knew his thoughts on the matter, and yet she had presented herself before him with a demand; or perhaps it was a plea.

"I love Ominis very much, as he loves me. All I ask is that you give me a chance to prove myself worthy of your family name."

"My son is already a disappointment, I'll not have another besmirch my family's legacy. He will marry a pureblood befitting his own status."

His eyes flashed menacingly as he leaned forward and stood up off from the old armchair.

"Leave, and I suggest you don't return. Break off your involvement with my son and I'll say no more. Refuse, and I'll do more than scold you," the old man snarled.

The conversation was at an end, and Maerys was more than eager to leave. As she left silently through the library door, she wondered if he might see reason given time to consider the matter. Surely , his son's happiness counted for something ?

The thought was interrupted by the tall, dark shadow that cast itself across her as she stepped into the hallway. Marvolo had clearly been listening to the exchange, perched still in the spot she had left him against the tatty wall.

"I can show myself out," Maerys said, a note of irritation in her voice.

"I don't think you'll be going anywhere just yet, sweet thing."

"What…?"

Maerys gasped, cutting her inquiry short as Marvolo's hand found itself to her neck, his long fingers encircling her throat and squeezing the breath right out of her windpipe. She struggled, clawing at the hand before using the last of her conscious thought to reach for her wand.

"Incarcerous ."

The spell uttered wasn't her own. Her wrists were bound by ropes, summoned from her attacker's wand, twining and squeezing her skin until it burned. His malevolent stare was the last thing she saw before the scene faded to black, her last thought of her lover and soulmate, wondering if she would ever see him again.

Her wand was gone. The thin stick of laurel wood no longer pressed against her hip as she awoke on what appeared to be a cold stone floor. Maerys winced as she moved and found herself still bound, the summoned ropes cutting painfully into her wrists. As her eyes adjusted to the dim light of the room and her head swam uncomfortably from the sudden lack of oxygen, she felt her eyes sting with tears. Thank Merlin, I'm still alive , she thought.

Looking around to get her bearings, she noted the vaulted ceiling and lack of windows, the only light from a conjured flame that sat in a jar too far away to be of any use. She had been bound to a pillar to suppress any notion of escape.

"You're awake, finally. I was beginning to grow bored."

Maerys jumped, pulling an amused cackle from Marvolo's throat as he stepped out of the shadows.

"What are you doing? You know I'm a law enforcement officer, I can have you arrested and sent to Azkaban for this," she spat with false confidence.

Marvolo's face darkened, the smirk falling from his lips as he strode closer to her. Her neck craned painfully to watch his looming figure approach, his wand gripped firmly by his side.

"Are you now? That really doesn't give me an incentive to let you go now, does it?"

Maerys shuddered as the blood rushed from her head and stomach lurched. She'd been trained for this, but at no point had there been an eventuality where she was completely and utterly alone . She should have a partner, or at least someone who knew where she was. She had neither. She needed her wand.

"Why are you doing this?" Maerys asked, almost a whisper, watching Marvolo carefully.

She needed to draw him closer, to see if he held her wand. How she would get it back, she had no idea. One step at a time .

Marvolo took the bait and inched closer, dropping to his knees to survey the defeated look on her face that he'd brought forth with great satisfaction. Her eyes flitted across his broad shoulders and down to his waist, seeing no hint of her wand on his person.

"You muddy our house and then presume to do the same to our family's bloodline," Marvolo growled. "I may despise my brother's weakness but I won't stand for him bringing a mudblood into the fold."

"Ominis is a grown man, he can decide himself who he marries."

Marvolo reached out a long arm and cupped Maerys' cheek as she remained frozen, eyes locked on his with fierce defiance.

"No, my little brother doesn't know what's good for him. No matter how delicious you are, your blood will always be tainted by Muggle filth."

His thumb ran over her bottom lip as he smirked down at her—he was clearly enjoying toying with her. Maerys’ breath quickened as he slipped his digit into her mouth and pressed onto her tongue, pulling a low growl from his throat as she refused to give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Her eyes remained impassive, but the tremble in her shoulders gave away her discomfort.

Marvolo’s smirk turned into a devilish grin as he returned to his feet, the colour draining from Maerys’ face as she noticed his obvious arousal whilst he adjusted his trousers. He was enjoying her humiliation, and she knew from Ominis’ description of the sadistic man standing before her that he wouldn’t be sated by simply holding her hostage.

"I think it's time we taught you a lesson in respect. Crucio ."

Something was wrong. Something was very wrong. Ominis had been doing little but waiting after returning home from work, wondering where Maerys had disappeared to. He initially thought she'd decided to head into Diagon Alley, perhaps meet some friends; but as the hours dragged on the dread settled over him as his mind raced through worst-case scenarios.

Her absence was uncharacteristic. Maerys often made sure to be home when he was, as Ominis did the same—they had so little time together that they made the most of every minute their schedules aligned. The absence of a note was even more concerning, and Ominis had searched every inch of their spare living space for some indication of where she'd gone.

He stood in the living room, twirling his wand in his fingers, deep in thought. He was running out of ideas and he wasn’t one to simply wait, resting on his laurels with dread and uncertainty clouding his mind. He’d contacted her colleagues at the Ministry and any friends he could get hold of, even her numerous cousins had no idea where she was, and showed little concern when Ominis voiced his own.

The final, dreadful thought that crossed his mind was surely too far-fetched to consider. Ominis ran through the previous night, every detail he could remember and word exchanged and landed on the conclusion that where Maerys had found herself was the last place on Earth Ominis would want her.

He could be wrong, and he sincerely hoped he was—though the impromptu visit would raise more questions than he had answers for, he would make some excuse or other; inquiries into his betrothed, perhaps. Ominis holstered his wand, running a hand through his hair with a sigh before striding to the fireplace and finding the pot of floo powder on the mantle. He stepped onto the hearth and threw in the powder, speaking his destination as the green flames enveloped his person, sucking him into the network with an uncomfortable squeezing pull.

He landed with a jolt into silence, not even the soft crackle of a candle filled the room once the floo flames had died away. Ominis pushed his shirt sleeves up and fingered his wand handle and unsheathed it as he made his way through the living room. He knew the manor and its layout, but his wand afforded him an edge in times such as these, as well as being ready for any confrontation should it arise.

“Homenum Revelio ,” he whispered, his wand vibrating at the presence of someone else in the house and the tip drifting downward.

Ominis was on the ground floor, and there was only one thing that lay below him—the cellar. His heart beat rapidly and pace quickened as he made his way through the hallways to the tiny door that led down into the dank underground cavern. To call it a room would be a stretch—once it had been used to store food and wine, when the family had such things in abundance. Now it was used only as a place for Marvolo to indulge his particularly disgraceful proclivities.

There was no way to be subtle about his entrance; the creaky stairs would reveal his presence immediately. The only thing Ominis had was the element of surprise. He pushed the door open and aimed his wand into the room, casting a preemptive shield charm in anticipation of an attack, but was instead greeted with the heart-wrenching sound of muffled sobs.

Ominis ran quicker than he’d ever done before, bounding down the stairs with little regard for who else might hear him, his wand and the gentle gasps guiding his way to a crumpled body on the floor. He dropped to his knees and his free hand drifted shakily over the figure in front of him; a cotton shirt, soft hair, chilled skin and a sliver of fabric, cutting into plush lips.

Ominis threw down his wand and got to work relieving Maerys of her gag, her coughs and unstifled cries filling the cold, damp cellar. Bile rose in his throat at the thought of her being thrown down here for hours whilst he had pointlessly made inquiries into her whereabouts. The tremor in his hand wasn’t from trepidation, it was from pure, unadulterated hate .

“Ominis, my hands,” she gasped.

He found the ropes, grimacing at the slick skin underneath them, the bindings cutting deep enough to draw blood. Once she was freed, she threw herself into Ominis’ arms, clinging to him for dear life as his rage built to almost unmanageable levels.

“What happened, my love? Was this Marvolo’s doing?”

There would be time to ask the question of how she found herself to be in this hellhole, but for now, he needed to know what had occurred. The amount of wrath he brought down on his dear brother would depend on her answer. Maerys continued to grip him tightly, still crouched on the floor as his hands gently stroked her hair and she steadied her breath enough to reply.

“Yes. I shouldn’t have come, I thought…”

“Please, tell me what he did,” Ominis interrupted, picking his wand from the floor and holstering it once again.

She inhaled sharply before answering as Ominis’ stomach clenched painfully.

“He used an unforgivable curse on me. I…he might have used another, I’m not sure. I don’t remember…”

The fact that Maerys was still alive meant that Marvolo had tortured her, her shaking hands testament to the fact—one of the curse’s aftereffects. Ominis’ head swam as he absorbed the last of her answer, imagining all the possibilities of what his brother could have done with her under the influence of the Imperius curse.

Ominis’ ears could scarcely register her continued talking as a blind rage overcame him, the only thought in his mind now one of seeking revenge. He would pay for what he had done if it was the last thing Ominis did, and he fully expected it would be. Ominis’ death would be a small price to pay if he could take Marvolo down with him.

“Ominis?”

Her voice brought him back to the present, and he stood up to help her shakily to her feet. Ominis needed to get Maerys to safety before he could finish his business here.

“Come, there’s a tunnel here that leads to just outside the wards. Can you stand to apparate with me?”

“Yes, I’ll be okay,” she said weakly.

The walk was as quick as they could make it, through the cramped underground path that led to nowhere. It had been used for many things in the past; smuggling, an escape route, a place to hide dark artifacts that his family didn't want to contaminate the manor house. The tunnel had been blocked years ago and never reopened, but Ominis had used it as a hiding place for years whilst he lived here. Marvolo had no idea it existed, and it had become Ominis’ sanctuary from his brother’s provocations.

“Hold on tight, I’ll get you home,” Ominis said gently.

Maerys gripped his bicep and he turned, disapparating and reappearing in the alleyway behind their house. Maerys stumbled and groaned and Ominis held her steady, leading her inside and straight to the sofa where she collapsed.

“I need to take care of this,” Ominis said.

“Please, Ominis, don’t.”

“Darling, if he knows about you he will not let your escape go unpunished.”

Before she could object any further, Ominis had planted a kiss on her forehead and strode out of the door to return to his family home, to exact his revenge.

Ominis crept through the quiet house, constantly on guard. Though his instinct was to shield himself, he knew that it would do little to protect him if he met Marvolo. He cast the charm to reveal human presence once again, ignoring the fainter magical signature in the south wing which was likely his father cooped up in the library. The other was outdoors in the grounds.

Following his wand’s lead, Ominis headed into the cool night air, following the brickwork of the manor house towards the gardens. He had no idea what they now consisted of, only that the once lovingly-planted rows of English roses that lined the gravel path were now overgrown, the thorns prone to catching on clothing. The crunching underfoot wasn’t conducive to a stealthy approach, but Ominis was hoping that Marvolo was too busy indulging in his drug of choice to notice his approach.

The fact that he’d simply left after performing such atrocities on his Maerys only incensed Ominis further; his nails dug painfully into his palms and jaw clenched in intense and righteous anger. He’d often heard people describe this unbridled fury as ‘seeing red’—Ominis found that this state felt like an out of body experience, his actions seemingly made by someone other than himself. He couldn’t have stopped himself if he’d wanted to, and he had absolutely no desire to do so.

Ominis was correct in his assumption and found Marvolo slumped on a bench, half-sedated and doused in the sickly-sweet scent of opium.

“Ah, there he is. Come to reclaim your whore?” Marvolo slurred, making no attempt at moving.

For reasons he couldn’t quite fathom, Ominis smiled in response, knowing precisely what his next move would be. Perhaps his brother’s words had given Ominis the justification for the flick of his wrist that caused a strangled moan from the bench. There was now no stopping him, fuelled by pure hatred, the spells Ominis fired off were unrelenting.

Marvolo scrambled to avoid the attacks and Ominis was sure he was bleeding heavily judging by the limping and groaning.

“Crucio!”

Ominis spun to the right, avoiding the curse and righting himself, firing off a counterattack.

“Confringo!”

The fire that erupted from his wand warmed his skin, blazing through the air and colliding with something definitely not its intended target. Ominis thought that the garden could have been set ablaze, but the thought didn’t bother him as he continued his evasive footwork.

“Cru-”

“Diffindo!”

Ominis’ severing charm hit its target and cut off Marvolo’s curse before he could finish the incantation. The air was quiet, far too quiet, until Ominis heard a strangled cry and horrific bubbling sound. Something wet hit his face and he flinched, the crunching of gravel marking the moment his brother fell to the floor and gasped his last breath.

Ominis inhaled sharply, the beads of liquid rolling down his face and dripping into his parted lips, revealing the unmistakable metallic tang of blood . The pure Gaunt blood. He wondered if any of that mattered—they all bled the same. His brother’s supposedly superior blood still ran down his face and pooled at his feet, his lifeless body lay crumpled on the ground amongst the scented roses. He could have been a Muggle—in death, the power and influence that came with the Gaunt name meant nothing.

He should have been horrified, instead Ominis only felt relief, and a disturbing amount of satisfaction as the raw power coursed through his veins. The immediate threat had passed, but as his mind cleared, his thoughts turned to the other Gaunt still present on the estate. What would he do when he learned of Marvolo’s death? Ominis knew that the only way to keep Maerys safe was to ensure that his father knew exactly what he had done.

First, he had to dispose of the body. The body . Such a detached way to describe one's flesh and blood. Yet, Ominis found it hard to mourn the loss as he cleared the earth next to the manor wall with a flick of his wand. Only when he touched the still-warm arm of his brother did his gut twist and nausea threatened to overwhelm him until he forced himself to breath deep, shaky breaths.

By the time Marvolo was buried, Ominis was caked in dirt and blood, sweating and trembling as he gripped his wand to cast a fire spell, scorching the wall where his brother's makeshift grave lay. He walked in a silent haze to the house, seeking out the man who had just lost the very last of his legacy in a matter of minutes.

Of course Ominis found his father cooped up in his library, none the wiser as to what had occurred. The shocked silence that met Ominis' arrival told him how he must have appeared—the man rarely had nothing to say.

"What…have you done?" Tiberius finally uttered after several moments.

"Did you know?"

"Know what?"

"Maerys. Did you know what Marvolo did, here, in this house?" Ominis asked, his voice quiet and deadly.

"What are you talking about, boy? What have you done? "

Ominis knew then that his father had no inkling of what had happened right under his nose. Too distracted by his own agenda, he'd failed to control his son's impulses as he'd done time and time again. Marvolo's reckless disregard for subtlety and secrecy was always going to be his downfall; only the component of being by Ominis' hand was unexpected.

"Marvolo took her, tortured her, right below your feet," Ominis said coldly, pointing his finger to the floor. "So I buried him. Six feet deep."

"You…you killed your own brother?"

The first time he'd heard fear in his father's voice sent a chill down Ominis' spine, the cloud of rage lifting slightly. What had he done?

"A reminder, father…to not interfere," Ominis whispered with the last of his ability to speak.

He left before his composure broke down, his hands shaking violently as the door slammed behind him and he stumbled back to the fireplace to carry him home. He still tasted the blood on his lips, the sweet smell of the opium lingering in his nostrils. His head pounded and pulse raced, barely noticing that he'd been pulled into the floo flames until he landed in his house to the sound of Maerys' frantic voice.

Ominis fell to the floor, expelling the last of what was left in his stomach onto the floorboards as his shaky arms struggled to keep him from collapsing into it.

"Ominis? Ominis, what happened? Please , answer me," Maerys sobbed, her hands on his back, his cheek, his hair.

He heard her gasp as she realised that the blood wasn't his own.

Maerys had never seen Ominis quite so terrified; his body trembled as he struggled to breathe, unable to tell her what had happened. She had a good idea, especially when she realised that the blood that splattered his face and drenched his shirt wasn't his. It had started to dry, clumping in his hair which fell dishevelled in front of his glazed eyes. Oh Gods, what had he done?

Maerys held him for what seems like hours until he finally formed a sentence, and whilst she'd expected it, the words seemed completely alien coming from Ominis.

"I killed him. My brother is dead and…buried."

"Come with me, let's have a shower and get the…dirt off of you," Maerys said gently.

The water ran brown and red for minutes, Ominis turning the temperature high to almost scalding levels as they huddled under the stream. Ominis was slowly coming out of the shock, the shaking leaving his extremities, whether because of the comforting shower or Maerys' tight embrace she didn't know or care. Once they were scrubbed clean, she led him to their bed and guided him to sit. He put up no fight, nor seemed to register what was happening.

"Ominis, I'm so sorry…I shouldn't have…"

"Don't apologise. I can't bear to think of what he did to you," Ominis whispered.

Maerys sat beside him, watching his pensive expression as droplets of water from his hair ran down his cheeks and dripped onto his bare shoulders. His ivory skin prickled with goosebumps from the chill but he made no attempt to move.

"Your father will never bother us again," Maerys said, fingers pushing the wayward blond strands from his turbulent eyes.

"Because of what I've done. I am the monster I've always been accused of being," he said with a mirthless laugh.

"No, because you've shown him you'll do anything to protect me. I love you so much, Ominis."

"How can you possibly love me after seeing what I'm capable of?"

"How can I not love you? You saved me, Ominis."

Maerys sat behind him, straddling her legs either side of his waist and wrapping her arms around his chest. She kissed the trail of beauty marks on his shoulder that led to his cheek, each press of her lips in rhythm with his heavy breath. His heart beat rapidly against her hands, his skin warming under her touch—both were a reminder that they were alive ; something that Maerys could no longer take for granted.

"I love you, Ominis Gaunt," she whispered into his ear.

"I love you, though I don't deserve yours," Ominis sighed.

Her fingers traced the contours of his chest, following the trail of soft blond hair down to his taut stomach as her lips continued to roam his neck.

"I decide who deserves my love, and I choose you," Maerys whispered against his skin.

Ominis turned and tilted his head towards her, silently asking for more. Maerys obliged by sliding around the bed sheets to face him, lowering herself into his lap and capturing his lips in a fierce kiss. She couldn't have him regret what had happened or doubt her feelings for him—Ominis was her saviour, and she loved him more than she ever thought possible. She told him so with how she clung to his naked form, pressing herself so tightly into him that they might have been one body.

Ominis responded slowly, unsure of whether he deserved such devotion. Their mouths brushed with heavy breaths and Maerys ran her tongue tentatively along his lip. She was met with Ominis' own, their heads instinctively tilting to deepen the kiss as their tongues brushed and lips captured the others'. All residue had been washed from their skins, leaving only Ominis' comforting scent and the lavender soap they'd used—he smelled as he always did, like home .

"Tell me you love me again," Ominis asked gently, placing tender kisses along Maerys' cheek.

"I love you, Ominis. I always will."

Ominis hummed approvingly as his mouth moved to her neck and hands spurred into action, delicate fingers sliding over her bare thighs to gently wrap around her waist. Maerys continued to mutter sweet nothings as he kissed her, his warm skin under her ear sending tingles down her spine and peaking her nipples as they brushed against his chest.

She ached for him—every stroke of his hand and flick of his tongue quickening her pulse and drew soft moans from her mouth. Ominis responded with sounds of adoration, muttering her name as his arousal became apparent underneath her. His growing erection pressed against her soaking wet heat as her hips rocked teasingly to meet him. Ominis' length pressed into Maerys' slick folds and brushed her sensitive nub, and she moaned and gripped his hair as the friction teased the growing tension in her core.

"Oh, fuck ," she gasped, sliding along his length with increasing fervour.

Ominis held her tightly, pulling her down each time she reached his tip, squeezing precum from his swollen head as his lap became increasingly messy, coated in their arousal. Their lips met again, gasps exchanged into each other's mouths as they teased each other senseless, waiting for one of them to give in. It was Maerys who caved first, too eager to show Ominis the full extent of her love and gratitude.

She slid off of his lap with a regretful sigh, her clit swollen and still throbbing for stimulation, but she would gladly forgo her own pleasure to focus on Ominis first. His own groan turned into a whisper of her name and he fell back on the bed as Maerys took his slippery length in her hand. She shuffled down the bed, lining herself up with his tantalisingly swollen head, running her tongue over the weeping tip and moaning as his salty precum covered her tongue.

He tasted delicious , and each swipe of her tongue she tasted herself, only further spurring her on and dizzying her head with arousal. Maerys adored watching Ominis as she bobbed up and down on his cock; the way his mouth gaped as sinful moans filled the air and his pale cheeks flushed a deep pink as she built his orgasm. Her lips wrapped around his girth, taking him further into her mouth with each movement of her head until she found a comfortable rhythm.

Their combined moans and the wet slurping of her mouth filled the room as she worked him into state, Ominis practically writhing underneath her as his cock hit the back of her throat and she concentrated to control her gag reflex. Maerys could have made him finish then, but the moment demanded a greater intimacy, which Ominis seemed to agree with as his hands gently tugged at her hair or lift her off.

"Stop, please. You feel too good," he sighed.

Maerys gave the base of his shaft a final squeeze, her mouth retreating with every drop of his precum she could gather on her tongue. Ominis shuddered, wrapping his own hand over hers, holding her firm grip still as he controlled the urge to finish.

"I want to fill you, but…but not yet."

Maerys' eyes lingered on his cock, his hand finally leaving hers and setting her free to clamber back onto his thighs, Ominis' arms greeting her with a tight embrace as they exchanged a deep, slow kiss. As she pulled back to look at him, her heart skipped a beat when she met his pale blue irises.

Merlin, he was beautiful . She wasn't used to seeing him so vulnerable, so submissive to her. It meant the world to Maerys that Ominis trusted her to hand over control in that moment and let her show him how much he meant to her.

"I'm going to go slowly," she whispered.

Her hand reached down between them, lining his tip up with her soaking entrance and pressing her weight into his lap. She gasped as he stretched her, her walls twitching in anticipation of the fullness his girth would provide. Ominis held her tightly, his face buried in her damp hair that muffled his moans. She stilled once his length was inside her, enjoying the sensation of his stiff erection filling her so satisfyingly as she nibbled on his lower lip.

Ominis' hands roamed her back, skimming her waist and gripping her soft behind, his fingers kneading her flesh as his cock twitched needily inside her.

"You're so warm . You really do feel incredible, my love," Ominis whispered.

Maerys whimpered as his sultry voice filled her ears, the ache between her legs now painful as she longed to feel more of him. With another gentle bite of his lip, she shifted herself slowly forward and back again, giving a small shift of her hips at the bottom of the movement which had Ominis' fingers pressing bruisingly into her cheeks and a growl brewing in his throat.

She did the same again, and again, keeping her eyes on him for every reaction and just to drink in his pleasure. His face was relaxed, flushed and expression utterly blissful as she rode him slowly, humming softly with every breath she took. She brushed her thumb over his moist lips, and he placed a gentle kiss on the digit with a tiny smile which made her heart leap and abdomen flutter. She'd made him smile, even now.

"You have no idea how beautiful you are, Ominis," Maerys said, gazing down at him in complete adoration.

Ominis rolled his hips gently to meet her, a high-pitched mewl escaping her mouth as his cock hit deep inside her.

"All that matters is you think so…as I believe you're…perfect, in every way," Ominis replied, moans punctuating his loving words.

The pace Maerys had set had quickened with every thrust Ominis met her with, their kisses and touches growing more needy by the second. Her fingers laced through his hair and one hand braced herself against the bed as she continued to grind on his cock, eyes rolling back into her head as he hit her just right at the bottom.

Maerys knew they wouldn't last much longer, her own orgasm building so quickly with the vigorous thrusts she thought the blood rushing from her head might cause her to faint. She was utterly exhausted, but she couldn't stop now, not when it felt so damn good .

"I'm so close," she sighed, gripping the bed sheet above his head for purchase.

"So am I… f-fuck . Come for me, darling."

"Oh, Ominis…"

Maerys moaned her love's name as she met her sweet release, the waves of pleasure burning her skin as all she heard was the blood pounding in her ears and muffled groans underneath her. She clenched around Ominis' cock, pushing him over the edge with her as he gripped her tightly, hips rolling upwards into her and letting his cum coat her walls with every pulse. They sighed together, exchanging breathy kisses as they rode out their orgasms until Maerys collapsed on top of Ominis, every last drop of energy expended.

They stayed together until their lips were sore and neither could keep their eyes open, muttering their admissions of love and promises as the sun rose and they fell into a deep sleep. Maerys knew that Ominis would do anything to protect her, as she'd known from the moment he had first told her he loved her. Now she knew that particular truth would haunt him, and that she would spend every day keeping him safe from his demons, and she would do it gladly.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x oc #ominis gaunt fanfiction #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt smut

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good-beanswrites · 2 years ago

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Yor Week Day 5: Family ☕🍵

A quick drabble of Yor and a teen Anya! I just wanted a sweet little snapshot of their daily life post-canon/post-reveals

“Your birthday’s coming up.” Yor stirred her coffee. “Are you busy? Your father and I were thinking of taking you to the aquarium, he said there’s a special event going on the same day.”

“I’m not sure,” Anya leaned her chin in her hands. The pair sat at an outdoor table at the local cafe. “Becky wanted to go out. She and a few friends wanted to spend the day together.”

The aforementioned friend’s sense of fashion had started to rub off on her. Happy to lose her high school uniform on breaks like this, she was dressed in current trends and styles. She’d grown her hair long to style in her own way, refusing help from her friends. Yor never said anything, but she recognized the way the thick braids tucked just at her neck, with curling pink locks framing her face.

Anya’s features scrunched up, lost in thought for a moment. “So...”

She was slowly ridding herself of the habit, but Yor couldn’t help her thoughts from carrying her away in nervousness. Of course the girl’s friends would want to take her out. She thought the aquarium was a good idea – Yuri had loved going too, as a kid. But that was just it, Anya wasn’t a baby anymore. She had to stop thinking she knew how to care for a family just because she’d cared for her brother for a little while. Having a daughter was different.

“That sounds fun,” she forced a smile. Knowing it wasn't the most convincing of looks, she flooded her mind with the thought. She did believe it. It did sound fun. Things with friends were always great. Yor was so happy Anya had such wonderful friends in her life. Anya deserved to have fun with them. “Yes, you should do that!”

Sure enough, she saw Anya’s bright eyes studying her. Though her mind was spilling with positivity, the conflicted look on the girl’s face didn’t lessen.

“The thing is… we’ve been doing a lot as a family recently, and, well…”

Yor’s hands clutched around her mug. Hairline cracks appeared on the side. She willed herself to calm down, but her heart was breaking as much as the cup. It was no wonder her daughter would rather spend the day with others! She’d been too overbearing, too enthusiastic to do lame things. She’d been keeping Anya from being the free teenager she wanted to be.

She’d heard accounts of children growing up too fast, but it was even more painful than she’d expected. It seemed like only yesterday she was threatening parents of students who were insulting Anya’s tiny stature, and now she was grown and running off to make her own birthday plans.

“So it was you that scared Mrs. Greene our first year!”

“What?!” This time, the mug did shatter. Coffee and porcelain shards spread across the cafe table.

“I knew it!” She let out a giggle. “You had papa fooled, though.” Anya handed her a napkin, and helped to mop up the mess. “And mamaaaa…” She tugged on one of her pink curls, looking away.

Yor was surprised; that little gesture was a habit of her own. “What’s wrong?”

“I was going to say… I really want to hang out with you two.”

Her eyebrows raised.

“I just thought it would be silly to cancel on Becky, you know? Since we’ve already done so much together lately. But… the aquarium sounds fun. I really want to spend my birthday with you.”

Yor nodded, trying not to let her face betray her giddiness at the sentiment. “That sounds wonderful!”

The two continued making plans. Yor wanted her to be able to see her friends as well, and there was certainly room for everyone at the aquarium. Anya wanted to make sure the 'special event' wasn't an invention of her workaholic father. The three were used to working cases together, but it was her birthday, after all.

Suddenly, Anya’s eyes narrowed. Her lips twisted into something mischievous. “So… what are you guys getting for my present?”

“I told you, it’s a surprise,” she said as her daughter stared intently.

Her look of triumph immediately turned to horror. She swatted her hands at Yor. “Noooo! Stop that! I don’t need to hear about you and papa making out!”

“Maybe you shouldn't have been snooping.” Yor grinned shamelessly. “Come on, I get to keep one thing from you all year.”

“That’s still gross.” She made a theatrically disgusted face, which only made Yor’s smile soften. “Hey! It's not adorable when I do that.”

“You’re always adorable.”

Anya huffed.

“And also,” Yor grimaced.

“Mm?”

“That whole thing about Charles’ parents stays between us, alright? Your father can never know.”

The girl let out a laugh. “Aw, mama. I'm you're daughter – you know I can keep a secret.”

#yorweek #yor forger #spy x family #anya forger #sxf #thats all i got for the week but thank you sm for putting the event on! :D #i was just saying the other day how yor as a character means a lot to me but for some reason i dont do art for her as much as id want #it was a ton of fun doing some little projects for her :')#i like the idea of anya using her powers regularly but responsibly around her parents #and yor and loid finding productive ways to guard against it if needed #and i know it probably wouldnt happen because the parents are too protective over anya to knowingly put her in danger #but im so obsessed with the whole family working jobs together as the coolest wackiest team #with goofy family issues in the middle of life or death moments like the Incredibles or something #i will also never be over the gag or yor being oblivious to how ridiculously strong she is lmao #it didnt fit the story but if anya heard yor discounting all the work she did caring for yuri shed totally stand up for her #'mama you did an Amazing job being a literal mom at age 16!!! yuri is just fucked up for unrelated reasons.' 'huh??'#fanfic

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daiohficblog · 1 year ago

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MSB/WK Post-Canon AU thingie:

Me: *sees all of the Wild Kratts AUs*

Also me: well, I like Wild Kratts and Magic School Bus… I MUST JOIN THE BANDWAGON!

So with my recent look at both MSB and Wild Kratts, I think it’s time for me to make an AU for both shows. Now this is post-canon, so the kids are in high school and that allows for some darker moments. So without further ado… some details:

-the gang and Janet are in the 10th grade. Evan and Mikey are in the 9th grade

-Ms. Frizzle and Liz are still around and are still in Walkerville Elementary.

-The Wild Kratts team are still together

-The villains’ latest and grandest scheme is to turn Walkerville Elementary into their own mall where they used the animals captured for their own evil purposes.

-While the gang are all still together and have relatively successful lives in high school, it has been 5 years since 4th grade ended, and as such, the field trips are seen more as just regular field trips. Even Mikey and Janet (who did go on some of the field trips) have the foggy memories of what happened in 4th grade. All of this is because of Zach has rewritten their memories with his invention

-The truth is revealed when the gang realized the demolishment of Walkerville Elementary, and re-unite with Ms. Frizzle and the Wild Kratts Team.

-Of course the memories of the gang are restored (Janet and Mikey got theirs back first since they have been in less field trips than the gang), but they have to overcome some character flaw within them to get back the memories. Here they are for the gang:

Ralphie: Due to the stresses of being the best player of the baseball team, it lead to him almost giving up the sport after having to get better grades.

Phoebe: While she has overcome her new girl shyness, the villains have caused her to go berserk, and as such, she has to control that anger.

Keesha: Her perfectionist due to being president of the drama club has lead her into expecting things to go her way (include all of her dates with Ralphie)

Carlos: He starts to have doubts of his big brother protectiveness, and is worried about Mikey and Phoebe all the time (and he doesn’t say his signature puns)

Tim: Likely having a creative slump and even facing the fact that his art (while pretty good) might not be appreciated by his fellow art club members

Wanda: Pretty much became a porcelain doll due to her mom, and as such has to abandon her own identity as a tomboy (even giving up her hobby of scuba diving and her dreams of becoming a pilot).

DA: Her status as president of the astronomy club, and class president of the 10th grade has started to stress her out, and she’s feeling the cracks of it.

Arnold: He has to deal with all of the anxiety he has, and even Janet starts to notice he’s having more panic attacks than in 4th grade.

Of course, the gang overcomes those hurdles, and are able to remember the good times again. And that allows them to use their Creature Power Suits one last time to save their school. And after that event, the gang have returned to who they were when they were kids… but with more maturity.

-Janet actually becomes nicer to the gang (le gasp! Character development?!)

-Ships involved: Keesha/Ralphie, Arnold/Phoebe, Carlos/DA, Carlos/Tim, DA/Wanda.

#magic school bus #rambles #wild kratts #wild kratts au #me just rambling about a fic idea that might happen?#not complete angst. there is still Carlos’ puns

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tigerbears · 1 year ago

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Some trans/enby Undertale headcanons of mine

Hey First post from me other than the “I exist!” post! Decided to write down some trans/enby head canons for Undertale I have… You can probably tell which one is my favorite from how much I wrote… (While I’m trans, I’m not enby so plz tell me if I get anything wrong/insensitive about enby folks here?) Also, I may use these headcanons in fics I make so possible spoilers...

Frisk Dreemurr

-They/Them Enby. -Before the events of Undertale, Frisk identified as a trans-boy because they did not like being a girl, but then Frisk realized they don’t want to be a boy either, and they start to question if they are enby. -Monsters in the underground use gender neutral language to refer to Frisk because they don’t want to assume Frisk’s gender, but this unintentionally helps Frisk fully realize their enby. -Their still unsure if they want to start HRT or not, but thankfully they have time to think about that decision thanks to puberty blockers. (lol I'm also unsure if they'd want to medically transition or not aswfaweast)

Chara Dreemurr

-They/Them Enby. -Did not know they were enby until shortly after arriving in the Underground. -Chara made up their name just as they met Asriel because they did not like their old name, not realizing that was because of dysphoria. -Chara asks Asriel why all the monsters referred to them as “they”, and the conversation following that leads to Chara fully cracking and realizing their enby… -Asriel wants to never learn the gender Chara was assigned at birth because he only wants to Chara as they really are. Chara thinks that’s cute but kind of impossible/impractical… -Toriel and Asgore ordered the royal scientist to reverse-engineer human puberty blockers for Chara because magic ones dont work on humans… -Chara would have later started HRT if they had not died.

Noelle Holiday. (In Undertale)

-She/Her trans lesbian. -Noelle’s deadname is the same one that’s used in Tension Points and Changes. (Not putting it here but using it is going to be unavoidable if I’m writing a lot about Noelle pre-transition) -Only realizes she’s a girl in timelines where Flowey helps crack her egg. -Flowey finds it impossible to crack her egg after Rudy dies… -Because I want to write a “Noelle realizes she’s trans” subplot in my post-pacifist Undertale fic that I’ll hopefully make, the Alarm Clock/Xbox dialogue is in a timeline where Flowey cracked Noelle’s egg before Rudy dies. Meanwhile, in my fic that the alarm clock dialogue was in a past timeline that was true-reseted, and in this later timeline, Flowey only cracked her egg in past resets and not the final one where true pacifist occurs… -Flowey on the surface reveals to Frisk that Noelle is an egg. -Noelle’s mom (Clarice) is not “transphobic” per se but she definitely is not helping Noelle crack by putting large expectations on her about “growing up to be like her father” and stuff like that… (Which is mainly why she has such a hard time cracking after her dad's death...) -Noelle’s mom also sends Noelle to an all-boys school on the surface because it’s prestigious and she gets very good grades... (but because Noelle’s a trans egg she does not have a good time there…) -Noelle as an egg before the barrier is broken wants to grow her hair out until the barrier is gone, and then started moving the goalpost/making excuses to explain for why she has not cut it once she's on the surface... (Partly based on myself as an egg growing out my hair during Covid aflaksjfeafg...) -In the timelines where Noelle came out before Rudy’s death, her father loves and supports his daughter during the short time they have together… -When Noelle comes out to Dess, she right away accepts and loves her adorable little sister… -When Noelle comes out to Berdly he’s first words are “MY BEST FRIEND IS A GAMER GIRL!??!?!?!??!?!?!” and he’s instantly supportive… -Frisk and Noelle are close friends, and Frisk helps Noelle with resources/information relating to transition. -Noelle after coming out gets on magic puberty blockers as soon as possible as she’s terrified of going through masc-puberty…. -Noelle a few years later starts the monster equivalent of HRT/estrogen with no hesitation. -The Monster equivalent puberty blockers/hormones in Undertale work very similarly to real life hormones/puberty blockers, except their magic potions because MAGIC/Monsters are made out of magic... -Have no real thoughts for Trans Noelle HCs in deltarune as the fanfics I read mostly cover that already… -Writing any more would be spoilers for my fic, and you can probably already tell which headcanon is my favorite…

Bonus headcanon

In the PC/Playstation versions of Undertale, Mad Mew Mew possesses the Mew Mew animatronic after the events of true pacifist and later hunts down Frisk terminator style... (They later defeat her similarly to the pacifist switch version+they get some help from their friends...)

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wannabeelf · 1 year ago

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So I did not like the MSQ in the 6.55 patch for Final Fantasy XIV. I don't want to be too specific about why on the off chance that someone who is still trying to avoid spoilers stumbles across this. Suffice it to say, every single hint they gave about what to expect from Dawntrail is something that I personally find tedious and uninteresting at best, and actively turns my stomach at worst.

I'm sure that there will be more to it than they're hinting at now and I have hope that the things I currently find objectionable won't be as bad as I fear. If the worst case happens and Dawntrail is a flop for me, I'm confident that whatever the next expansion is, it will be something that I find more enjoyable. But it's probably about time I start getting to the actual point of this post.

The day before yesterday, I was having a really bad ADD day and could not focus on anything I was supposed to be doing. Instead I kept thinking about ways I might make 6.55 more acceptable to me. In the end, I was compelled to actually write out a little story that fixes one of the biggest problems I had with it. That problem being: given only the information she was given in those three quests, my WoL would not have accepted the job.

I spent much of yesterday obsessively editing and re-editing my story and I finally got it to a place that I'm really happy with. It's really short--only about a page and a half including the little background blurb/author's note--and probably about a third of it is directly copied from the cutscene that I jumped off of, but it's been years since I've written anything at all. And I don't think I've ever cared enough about something I've written before to do any editing beyond basic proofreading.

I know I'm the only person on the planet who gives a damn about the contents of this little story, but I'm really proud of it and it would mean a lot to me If i could get a few other people to read it. Spoilers up to 6.55, obviously.

Background:

Ember’s backstory is a bit weird in that she has two that are simultaneously canon.

In one backstory, she was born to a teenaged Duskwight mother after a less than willing liaison with a Garlean father. After witnessing her father beat her mother to death when she was around 7 or 8 years old, Ember fled and spent the rest of her childhood stealing to survive.

The other backstory is that real-world me got isekaied.

The backstories merge on the chocobo cart into Ul’dah at the beginning of ARR. In a process that left Ember disoriented and confused, the two entities became one person with the memories of both—including memories of playing 14. It took her a long time to process what had happened and even longer to accept the fact that she could change the details of the story, but not the events. She considers her foreknowledge to be a curse and is very cautious about what information she reveals when and to whom. But the Scions do know that it is a thing that happened.

The scene:

“I’d rather not get involved in politics.”

“If only others had the same good sense,” he responded. “If the prospect troubles you so, why not consider what you have to gain instead? That is, an exciting journey to a far away continent.”

She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to roll her eyes.

“In the course of seeing new lands and meeting new people, you might find yourself moved to help Wuk Lamat after all. And if not, well…you quietly take your leave. A brazen plan, perhaps, but one that befits a veteran adventurer, you must agree!”

She did not agree.

“Such a journey would be the envy of many a scholar. Distant as it is, Tural remains largely unknown to us, with only meager records to be found in Noumenon. The experiences to be had—all the things you might hear, feel, and think… It’s enough to stir me to the core. Life is a series of journeys, my friend…”

We are not friends, she thought.

“…and there’s no telling what awaits us on the long road. But what’s important is to be true to yourself as you walk it. Only then can we hope to be content when we arrive at the end of one—and step forward into another. Ah, but there’s an idea! I have a matter to attend to at the Agora. Please go on inside—I will join you shortly.”

Good riddance.

Even though she’d known that it would happen, it still annoyed Ember that the others had out voted her when the question of inviting G’raha Tia to join the Scions had come up. He’d been irritating before he’d sealed himself in that damn tower, but now he was the man who had kidnapped and endangered the lives of nearly everyone she loves. And then he extorted a deathbed promise of a shared adventure from her. Twice. She doubted she would ever forgive him.

With a sigh, she walked to the side of the bridge and propped her elbows on the railing. She looked at the statue of Thaliak in the harbor for just a moment—allowing herself a bittersweet smile at the thought that he was now gone—before sliding her gaze over to the white-clad shoulder just barely poking out from behind a nearby tree.

“The only time anyone ever asked me why I became an adventurer, it was right after the merger when I was in no fit state to answer. Now everyone just assumes I’m in it for the excitement, or the joy of traveling the unknown, or some such nonsense. But the truth is I became an adventurer because I needed to eat.”

She looked down at her hands, picking at the skin around her fingernails. “Thievery never really sat well with me, but the skills it taught me seemed to translate well to adventuring and my only other viable option at the time was to sell my body. I wasn’t willing to do that, so, naturally, I chose to become an adventurer.”

She took a deep breath and looked back toward the tree. “So much has happened since then and I’m not the same girl I once was. The empire is gone and no one is looking for me. I have no reason to run anymore; I have new skills I can use to put food on the table; and I’m nearing the end of my curse. Within a few bells time, I will no longer be bound by the narrative.”

She looked out at the water, shifting her weight to her other foot. “If fate wants to keep me from retiring to my island, it’s going to need to give me a better reason to go to Tural than a lost city of gold that I don’t care about. Or backing a woman who I do not believe would make a good leader in a political dispute that I have no right to decide.” She paused.

“So,” she resumed, fixing her eyes firmly back onto the shoulder. “Short of Y’shtola running up right now to tell me she believes the key to reuniting you with your daughter is in that lost city, the only thing I can think of that might convince me to go is whatever this client of yours has to say.”

Ember smirked and raised an eyebrow as the surprised face of Thancred peeked around the tree. He shook his head with a smile, clearly embarrassed at having been caught, then stepped out and started to walk toward her. She pushed herself off the railing and set out to meet him halfway, confident that no matter how this conversation went, it would give her the reason that she needed to step onto the Dawntrail.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #WoL fic #staring:#my oc #Ember Byrne #Featuring:#g'raha tia #thancred waters

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works-of-magic · 2 years ago

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{{ OOC: Heck, I can't seem to reblog the post with these ask prompts, but I really wanted to answer them. So I cheated and answered them anyways.

Questions from here: https://www.tumblr.com/tomatoberry2/715588562333138944/ooc-pokemon-irl-mod-ask-meme

❤️ - best thing about being part of this community Roleplaying is Fun, okay. I love writing with other people so MUCH! But I also really like lore and worldbuilding, and seeing all the different directions people take the Pokemon world is so fascinating for me!

🕰️ - how long have you been roleplaying before you made a pokemon irl blog? Oh gosh, since I was like 14 years old and an old friend introduced me to RPing on the forums of a virtual pet site called Anatheria. So that makes it 16 years ago! I made this Pokemon blog in... February 2014. according to the archive! So I was roleplaying for like 7 years before making this blog.

🫂 - which blogs introduced you to pokemon irl? [realpokemon doesnt count] For me, it was actually that post with the compilation about "Tweet like Pokemon are real", and then my friend (owner of wyrmwiind, I think is how they spelled it) made one, and I was like! "!!! Oh! I already have a Pokemon blog where I do that!" Among other things, but that was this blog of course. (Kat the Hex Maniac, if you're still out there, you were also an instrumental part of my Blogging Like Pokemon Are Real!)

👥 - why did you join pokeblr? See above. I already had a Pokemon RP blog, and it seemed like this style of RP was getting a lot more attention than traditional prose RP. I can't let go of my beloved prose, so it's dual-purpose, really, but, you know. I pivoted a bit for more interaction.

🌓 - lots of lore or slice of life? HELLA lore for me, please! Slice of life is fun in bite-sized pieces, but it bores me after awhile. I like Pokemon for the ADVENTURE!

✨ - what inspired your character? ...cough. They're a shameless self-insert, really. The reason I created them as a Pokemon character is basically that I wanted to write a story about what I thought my adventures in the Pokemon world would be.

⭐ - if playing a canon char - how are they different from canon?

🌟 - how much is your character like you? As much as I could fit into them! But they're also more well-adjusted because they didn't have to deal with, ahh, Extremely Negative and Traumatic Forces acting on their life nearly as long as I did. I daydreamed about running away from home since I was like 7 years old, and this character is my exploration of that. What would I be like if I was allowed to live a happier life in a healthier society with a greater sense of freedom and independence?

💫 - how has your character developed in a way you didnt expect? The breeding center wasn't originally part of the plan. It was going to be Endless Adventures, but as I got older I realized I wanted a Different Kind of "adventure". I had more fun writing about character dynamics and the study and care of Pokemon than battles and canon events.

🌠 - do you plan on revealing any NPCs from your characters backstory? If the situation calls for them, sure! Most likely not, though. Kind of a "leave the past in the past" thing.

🌀 - what are future plans for this blog? Meeting new muses, getting involved in interesting plots, and hopefully making friends. (More hoping for IC friends, though OOC friends are welcome too!)

💥 - favorite event so far? Unfortunately I haven't really gotten involved in any of the events, but Team Winter's seem to be the most easy to get involved with indirectly. I wouldn't want to get directly involved unless 1.) it makes sense for my muse to be the one who does it, and 2.) I talk OOC to get a feel for how the other mun wants to play it, but unfortunately I'm shy about that and modern RP blogs don't have the Rules and Explicit Preference Pages that used to abound in RP communities! And I'm never quite sure how to start those conversations...

🔴 - rotomblr, rotumblr, or a secret third choice I like Rotomblr.

🪨 - favorite pokemon? Mismagius, though Misdreavus is a VERY close second! That was yoinked straight out of my OOC head.

⛰️ - favorite type? Ghost, also a lifelong OOC truth!

🏞️ - favorite game? Pokemon Pearl! I loved everything about contests, the berries, the poffins, the ribbons were fun to collect, the Pokeball seals were an artistic DELIGHT for me! And although this didn't really translate into my OC's story very well, I also really loved the underground! I had hundreds of size 99 spheres buried for harvest any time I wanted, and I think that affected how many treasures I found in the walls, because I ALWAYS dug up something worth at least 500P or more. I also had a base that was a maze and booby trapped left and right, top to bottom, and I was the reigning champion in my area of Capturing Flags and Not Letting Anyone Else Capture Mine. ;}P (People literally had to ask nicely to be able to get my flag, I think mine was only stolen ONCE in the entire span of time we played that game.)

🌍 - favorite region? Sinnoh, largely because of the multitude of different environments and characters like Cynthia and Fantina, of course it has Mismagius, and the history that LA implied to be Sinnoh's further cemented it!

🧠 - headcanon for the pokeworld you have? I'll use a specific one I've seen lots of people have lots of different takes on: Most Pokemon can understand human speech and communicate with roughly the same amount of specificity. (Much more like the anime than the game, though the "voices" I imagine them speaking in are far more animalistic and colored by their cries in-game. Specifically, I imagine Misdreavus and Mismagius to sound a lot more like the Japanese anime voices with the cadence/pitch of their game cries!)

#not a work of magic #answers list

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longhairedwriter · 2 years ago

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just what I needed - part one

in which the girl of steve harrington’s dreams visits hawkins and their worlds collide.

steve harrington x original female character

(if you would like an 'x reader' version of this story please let me know! I am more than happy to write it that way!)

summary: as he tries to recover (again) from his nancy-induced heartbreak, steve meets ginger, a pregnant girl his age who is visiting hawkins to help her grandparents move out of town.

(set in the canon stranger things universe and timeline, after the events of season 4. also this is meant to be a multi-chapter story so it's a bit of a slow burn, but I promise it'll pick up in part two.)

content warnings: pregnancy, mentions of sex/sexual acts (in relation to pregnancy/conceiving), steve having mommy/daddy issues, minor use of explicit language (but nothing major that I can think of), please lmk if you find any more that should be mentioned.

word count: about 3.9k-ish (this is so long I'm sorry)

author’s note: so this is a concept I’ve been thinking of and wanting to write for awhile but I wasn’t really sure what to do with it/if people would want to read it (this is my first time posting writing/a fanfic on tumblr). I mainly write screenplays so this was a bit of a change for me, but I had the absolute best time working on it! I'm a bit nervous to post this just because it's my first time posting writing on here, but I really really hope you enjoy it. please let me know your thoughts and tell me if you’d like to read more of this story (I was planning on making it three or four parts total maybe if people are interested in reading it). your feedback is important and much appreciated! thank you so much for reading! <3

steve harrington was in a pickle— not that he hadn't been in this exact same pickle before. he's been pining over nancy wheeler (again) because, as he’s put it about a hundred times to his friends robin and dustin, she was just one of a kind. steve was particularly heartbroken this time around though, as he had recently revealed his deepest, darkest secret to nancy while they were on the brink of death together; he told her he wanted to have six children with her. six. children. with her. her response was more than disappointing for steve— she reconciled with her boyfriend right in front of him, as if she were rubbing it in his face that she loved jonathan and not him. never him. just as he thought he finally had another shot with her, that he was maybe finally good enough for her, reality hit and his RV dream came crashing down around him, the girl he so badly wanted to share it with leaving him to pick up all the pieces. steve was, to put it plainly, absolutely heartbroken. heartbroken and lonely. he had even stopped bothering to ask any of the girls who came into family video to go out, because every date just left him feeling lonelier than he did before. and he didn’t go off to college like he thought he should have, so he was stuck in this small, haunted town until further notice. he had his friends, of course— robin and the kids— but they would all grow up and graduate and, he figured, leave town someday much too soon, leaving him behind. but on a crisp tuesday in september of 1986, when he least expected it, things began to look up for steve harrington.

“ginger, honey, hurry up— we’re leaving,” was the last thing twenty-year old ginger rodgers (a funny coincidence of a name that she never quite forgave her parents for) heard before strapping into the backseat of her mother’s mercedes. she and her parents were headed to hawkins, indiana to help (but it was really more like force) ginger’s grandparents move, because— as her parents kept saying— the town just isn’t safe anymore and isn’t what it used to be. after a tragic fire at a shopping mall and a freak earthquake, the midwestern town was hardly the same quaint dwelling that ginger’s parents had grown up in. as for her own childhood, ginger’s upbringing was pretty white picket fence— full of spring break trips to disneyland, carefully curated christmas card photos, and backyard barbeques— but she had since grown apart from her dear mother and father due to, as they liked to put it, her challenging lifestyle choices. in other words, ginger had fallen pregnant. it was a pretty standard college fairy tale: her boyfriend (who wasn’t even really her boyfriend, they’d just gone on a few dates, but she had benevolently insisted to her parents that he was her boyfriend when recounting the story) had failed to succeed at the apparently tried-and-true pull out method, leaving ginger to miss her period, throw up in the dorm bathrooms, and scurry off to the pharmacy around the block to discreetly buy a box of pregnancy tests (she made sure no one from any of her classes was in the store at the same time, just incase they wanted to sneak a peek at her shameful purchase). when the dreaded little pink plus sign menacingly appeared on the test stick as she sat anxiously on the toilet the week before finals, ginger knew her life would never be the same. she didn’t tell her not-boyfriend before leaving for winter break, never to return to campus in the new year. after a holiday spent in silence with her bewildered parents, who couldn’t seem to understand how their baby girl had gone off to college just a few months prior and come back to them with child, ginger opted not to go back to school for the time being. she would stay in her hometown and find a job, as at the time, her parents seemed to have slightly shunned her, and she didn’t expect them to help with the costs that this lovely new adventure would bring (even though they could definitely afford it). but despite the freshly minted cracks in their relationship, when ginger’s parents told her about their impending trip to hawkins to help her mother’s parents leave the apparently scorned town, she jumped at the chance to escape her currently mundane reality of retail work nightmares and weird stares from neighbors she’d grown up with. a change of scenery will do you good, her father had said when she inquired about the trip. a change of scenery, it would turn out, was just what ginger needed.

part one

“honey, here, why don’t you stop lifting things like I keep telling you and organize these,” ginger’s mother gestured to a disorganized stack of boxes that was really starting to pile up at the bottom of the stairs. helping her grandparents move was proving to be more challenging than ginger had initially expected— sure, she was pregnant, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t lift a measly box.

they were currently setting up for a yard sale (ginger’s grandmother had refused to let them call it an estate sale because that’s for old people) and despite her family’s badgering about how she shouldn’t be lifting anything too heavy and should just leave the big boxes for dad and that neighbor boy and his little friends who were coming by to help later, ginger felt useless. she had come all this way to help her grandparents move, and they wouldn’t even let her lift anything. never in her life had ginger wanted to carry a box so badly, so when her mother quickly became occupied with another yard sale matter, she decided to pick up a box that was probably too big and carry it out to the yard. as she carefully made her way outside, walking slowly but surely, she was caught red handed by an unfamiliar voice.

“hey, do you need help?”

ginger could barley see over the humungous box that was nearly toppling out of her arms, but from what she could see, the voice belonged to a handsome young man who looked to be about her age. he approached her, his legs making long strides, his long— and beautiful, ginger mentally noted— hair flopping with every step he took. she had almost forgotten about the box that was weighing down her arms as he came closer.

“oh, no thanks, I got it.” she politely turned him down as she placed the box down by the other yard sale stuff, hoping it seemed like she had carried the box with ease (it hadn't).

steve was finally able to get a good look at ginger without the giant box in the way, and his eyes almost widened as he took in the sight of her pregnant belly that protruded through her sweater— how old was she? he had thought that she was probably somewhere around his age based on her face (which, he thought, was unmeasurably beautiful) but was she older? and where was her husband? and why didn't dustin tell him that he had such a gorgeous neighbor? ginger’s sweet voice, which steve had decided in that moment was unforgettable, interrupted his frantic train of thought:

“thank you for the offer though,” she said as she herself got a good look at him. he really was beautiful to look at, she thought, especially his hair. she thought about running her fingers through it, wondering what it might feel like if it touched her skin.

“I’m steve— I’m dustin’s friend. I guess he isn't here yet but he said his neighbors needed some help moving stuff for a yard sale today, and I thought maybe there would be some things that could be useful for the earthquake relief center. I’m guessing… you’re the neighbor?” he cut himself off, hoping he wasn’t rambling too much, not wanting her to know that she was making him nervous.

ginger was too preoccupied with her own spiraling thoughts to notice, however. wasn’t dustin in high school? why was his friend so… manly? where were the little friends her mother had mentioned earlier?

“oh, um, this is actually my grandparents’ house— I don’t live here. I’m just in town to help them move. I’m ginger, by the way,” she formally introduced herself as she stuck her hand out to him. he graciously took it, trying not to worry too much about whether his palms were sweaty or not.

“nice to meet you. how can I help?”

“well, there are a ton more boxes inside that I actually probably can’t lift myself. here, follow me.” she led him through the front door and into the house. "thank you so much for helping out, that's really nice of you. I didn't realize how nice people were here," she turned back to look at him, smiling. steve wanted to look at her smile for the rest of his life. he hadn't felt this way about anyone in awhile, especially not after knowing them for less than five minutes.

"oh, it's really no problem. dustin loves your grandma, and any friend of that dingus is a friend of mine, apparently." shit, he'd just referred to a child-- it was dustin, but still a child none the less-- as a dingus without even thinking. he prayed that she wouldn't hate him. to steve's utmost delight, however, his comment had made ginger crack up with laughter. he decided it was his new favorite sound. maybe he should record her laugh on tape incase vecna decided to come for him next.

now high off her laughter, steve continued to trail behind ginger as she made her way to the pile of boxes by the stairs, which had only grown since she last saw it.

"so this is all yard sale stuff. but if you'd like to see if there's anything you could take to the relief center first, please, be my guest." she gestured towards the boxes. "what kind of things do they need over there?" she knelt down, starting to shuffle through one of the boxes.

just as steve was about to answer, ginger's mother waltzed down the stairs, carrying even more things in her arms. her eyebrow quirked when she noticed steve.

"dustin?"

"oh, no, mom, this is steve. he's dustin's friend, he came to help us out. isn't that so nice?" ginger quickly corrected her mother before steve had a chance to say anything, which was probably a good thing because his brain felt like it was short circuiting at the sound of her voice saying his name. he might not ever be able to get over it, he thought.

"that is very nice. thank you steve!" ginger's mother beamed at him.

"it's no problem at all. it's nice to meet you."

"likewise." she smiled as she added more unwanted things to the yard sale pile. "did your parents grow up here? I swear you look just like someone I went to school with... is your last name harrington?"

"guilty as charged." steve smiled awkwardly, hoping he didn't look as uncomfortable as he felt at the mention of his family.

"I knew you looked familiar! wow, isn't that something. you look just like your dad. but I bet you get that all the time."

steve grimaced at the mention of his father, trying hard not to show his discomfort. he hated that he couldn't escape the harrington name. and he was never close to his father, to say the least.

" yeah, sometimes." he forced a smile.

ginger's mother smiled, oblivious. "well, thanks again for helping us out. I've got to go see how things are going upstairs. your grandmother is supposed to be going through her closet but she's refusing to get rid of anything." she rolled her eyes jokingly as she ascended back up the stairs.

"I'm sorry about that," ginger said apologetically to steve once her mother was out of earshot. he looked at her almost as if to say why? but he knew that she'd already read him like a book.

"oh, it's okay. I do get that a lot, actually. benefit of living in the same town your parents grew up in, I guess." he tried to laugh it off but ginger saw right through his charade. she knew what it was like to have to pretend.

"yeah. I guess I'm lucky my parents moved." she gave him an apologetic smile and steve only fell harder for this girl he had literally just met. she decided to change the subject as she held up a set of bedsheets, showing them to steve: "could you take these to the relief center?"

"yeah, those are perfect, actually, thanks," he reached to take them from her, and as she passed them to him, their hands touched (just as he wished they would). steve wasn't sure if ginger had noticed (or cared), but she most definitely had (and she definitely cared). for some reason, the way his hand brushed up against hers had made her feel bashful, almost insecure. there's no way a guy like him could want her-- had she forgotten how pregnant she was? why would he be interested in a pregnant girl, especially when he looked like that? he could probably get any chick in this town, she thought to herself.

ginger sighed as she went back to the box she was sorting through, trying to exhale the butterflies that her new acquaintance had put in her stomach. she wanted to evict them but she couldn't seem to get over just how nice steve seemed. and looked.

"hey, is this you?" steve's voice, which sounded like how honey tasted, ginger thought, interrupted her stressful sorting. he held up an old photograph of ginger as a toddler; she was wearing a cowboy hat, her tiny arms squeezing a plethora of stuffed toys, her smile almost too big for her face. the memory made ginger smile fondly.

"oh my god, yes, that is me-- how did this get in here?" she laughed breathlessly as she took the photo from him, their hands unfortunately not touching this time. "my grandma must've forgotten to take the photo out of the frame or something."

"you were a really cute baby," steve said, though he wasn't sure if that was the right thing to say. was that a weird thing to say? he hoped to every god in existence that it wasn't.

"I was, wasn't I?"

they shared a smile before a loud knock on the door interrupted their fleeting moment. steve continued going through the box he was working on as ginger went to answer the door.

she opened it to reveal dustin, who's eyes widened when he noticed ginger's pregnant belly.

"you're pregnant?!" he exclaimed before even greeting her, not at all intending to be rude. ginger laughed.

"no, I just had a huge lunch." she smiled as she moved aside, allowing the teen to come in.

"I take it you've met harrington, then? I saw his car out front." dustin inquired.

"oh yeah, he's right in here, actually. he's been so helpful," ginger confirmed as dustin followed her to the foyer where steve sat, sorting through some old sweaters. his eyes lit up when he saw the younger boy, which ginger thought was extremely sweet and only made her like him even more.

"henderson! you didn't tell me your neighbor's granddaughter was so cool," steve stood to greet his friend.

"yeah, she's the coolest. it's been too long," dustin looked to ginger. "but I still can't believe you're pregnant. like, you're literally with child," he went on excitedly in his very teenager way.

the mention of ginger's pregnancy made steve stand up straight. obviously he knew she was pregnant-- he had eyes, after all, and her protruding abdomen was nothing that could be hidden. but in the few minutes he'd known her, which felt kind of like a tiny lifetime to steve, the topic of her pregnancy hadn't come up. he wasn't sure if they were purposefully avoiding it or if it really just hadn't come up in their conversation yet. the dreaded fact that she probably had a significant other came flooding back into steve's brain, making him uneasy again.

"yup, I'm having a baby. it's not that big of a deal." ginger brushed off the teen's remarks.

"not that big of a deal? um, you're bringing a human into the world, I feel like that's kind of a big deal," dustin argued with her, totally oblivious to the fact that she clearly didn't want to talk about this right now.

"I'll cross that bridge when I come to it, yeah?" ginger tried her best to end the conversation. she picked up a box, holding it out to dustin. "could you be a dear and take this outside?"

"on it, boss." he took the box from her and retreated, leaving ginger and steve alone again.

"I'm sorry about him," steve broke the impending silence, feeling like he should be a man and address the situation, or something like that. but he really wasn't sure what to say at all.

"oh, dustin? it's okay, I expected him to be shocked." ginger smiled as she said it, but it was different than the smile she had shared earlier with steve. more forced somehow.

"why would he be shocked?" steve inquired cautiously. he had never been in a situation like this and really wasn't sure what to say. he didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable or like she had to tell him something she didn't want to share with someone she'd just met.

"I mean, I'm a bit young to be pregnant, don't you think?" she smirked at steve almost jokingly as she said it, doing the thing that she did where she tried to make light of something that bothered her deep down.

steve didn't know what to say. he let out a small sound that was almost a stutter, but he just couldn't seem to find the right words.

"it's okay, you can say it. I'm too young to be pregnant."

"no, no, that isn't what I was going to say at all. I just... I don't know what I was going to say. I'm sorry, I'm not usually this awkward." he was telling the truth, he wasn't usually this awkward. he was never this awkward, actually. he was supposed to be cool and calm and collected. he had been king steve once upon a time, after all. but she made him feel like his stomach had turned inside out, in the best of ways.

"it's okay. I'm usually kind of awkward so I can't say the same, but I get it." ginger smiled at him. "I am too young to be pregnant, by the way. I think twenty is too young. but I mean, it's not like I did it on purpose."

she almost laughed at her own sentiment as everything clicked in steve's head. she was his age. she wasn't married, she wasn't even wearing a ring. he must be stupid, he thought. but then he felt bad for feeling excited about the newfound information-- who was the father of her baby? did he leave her high and dry to raise a child on her own? what a shitty thing to do. how could someone do that to her? steve decided that he hated whoever did this to ginger.

"I don't think twenty is too young," steve tried his best to sound unwavering, empowering. "I mean, I know we kinda just met but you seem really responsible to me. and really kind. you'll make a great mother, I'm sure of it." he believed every word he said. even though he'd only just met her, steve knew ginger wouldn't treat her kid how his mother treated him. her kid would be in good hands, that much he knew.

"wow, um, thank you. that's so sweet, steve. you don't know how much I needed to hear that." ginger tried her best not to tear up. maybe it was hormones, maybe it was her new crush on steve, or maybe it was the fact that nobody had ever said anything like that to her before. and she had really needed to hear it.

steve smiled at her before remembering the reason he came over to ginger's grandparents' house in the first place. he quickly began shoveling the pile of things he'd set aside to take to the relief center into a random empty box as ginger spoke again.

"it's been kind of hard, to be honest. going through this alone, I mean," she gestured to her baby bump. "it's just... I don't even know what it is. it's one of those situations that you hear about but you never think it'll happen to you until it does, you know?"

"yeah, no, totally," steve nodded, trying not to short circuit as his brain processed the fact that she was single. he tried to quickly convince his eager mind that he had no chance with her. and even if he did, she probably didn't want a relationship right now. she was pregnant, for god's sake. he had to leave her alone. but his stomach still fluttered none the less.

just in the nick of time, dustin came padding back into the house, holding a wad of cash.

"some people just bought a bunch of stuff! I know the sale hasn't officially started yet, but I didn't wanna turn them down. look at all this cash! here--" he handed ginger the money. "give this to nana."

"nana?" ginger laughed.

"we're close." dustin clarified. he had grown fond of the older woman over the years of growing up next to her. since her own children were grown up and her grandchildren didn't live nearby, she had sort of adopted dustin as a surrogate grandson of sorts.

"I should probably get going, I didn't see the time. I have to get this stuff to the relief center and then get my ass to work--" steve, who had become frazzled after realizing he was almost late for his shift, totally didn't mean to swear in front of his new friend (who he really really liked). he wanted to come off as classy, not crude. he made a mental note to ruminate on it later.

"oh, yeah, I'm sorry to have kept you so long! thank you so much again for all your help, seriously." ginger said as she walked him to the door.

"how long are you in town for?" steve bravely inquired. why would he ask her that? did he think she would want to go out with him? he really didn't mean to ask, the question just slipped out.

"I'm not really sure, it's kind of open-ended at the moment. until we get my grandparents and all their stuff out of here, I guess." ginger shrugged.

"would you want to hang out sometime? with me, I mean. if you're too busy or if you just don't want to I totally get it. but I thought I'd ask just incase you wanted to hang out with people your own age while you're here. or whatever." he rambled off his invitation as he mentally slapped himself. people your own age? why would he say that? he hoped it didn't sound rude or presumptuous.

"yeah, I'd love to. you know where I'll be!" ginger smiled at him as they stood in the doorway. she noticed how pretty his eyes were and she liked how they looked when he smiled. she knew he had to go to work but she didn't want him to leave yet. she could talk with him forever, even if it was awkward.

"o-okay, cool. I guess I'll see you around then." steve said as he made his way out of the house, starting down the driveway.

"see you!" ginger waved as she watched him stride to his car. he was really wearing those jeans. she tried her best to take a mental picture so she could remember the sight later.

steve almost dropped the box he was carrying as he attempted to smoothly hold it in one arm and open his door at the same time. ginger found the dorky moment excruciatingly endearing. she hoped that she really would see him around.

steve had the same thought as he drove away from the house. he wished he could have spent all day with ginger. hell, he would have settled for even five more minutes of time with her. nothing seemed like enough.

he didn't care that she was pregnant. he didn't care about anything other than seeing her again. he had to see her again. and he didn't know it then, but ginger was just what he needed.

hi again! if you made it this far, thank you so much again for reading! I hope you enjoyed. please let me know if you liked this and/or if you'd like to read another part of this story :) xoxo

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deancasbigbang · 2 years ago

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Title: Do You Know What That's Worth?

Author: norahastuff

Artist: sidewinder

Rating: Mature

Pairings: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Brief non-explicit Cas/OFC, Brief non-explicit Cas/OMC

Length: 75000

Warnings: undefined

Tags: Cas POV Canon divergent from 9x06 Cas is pretty damn competent Slow burn Late night drinking (and subsequent revelatory conversations) Let's finally address the ingredients of the angel fall spell Copious references to Howl and The Pina Colada Song

Posting Date: November 4, 2022

Summary: After Dean leaves him at the Gas N' Sip in Rexford, Castiel realises that he needs to get back in the game. However, that's easier said than done, and instead he finds himself working in a superstore in Boulder as he tries to figure out his new human life. He makes friends, starts hunting, even has a couple of hook-ups. But then Dean unexpectedly crashes back into his life, and Castiel has to re-evaluate where Dean fits in, and what it is they need from each other. And while Castiel may have had his grace stripped from him, he still possesses certain angelic sensibilities that may be the key to fixing some of the damage Metatron has wrought. With some creativity, teamwork, and a dash of hope, maybe he can discover just how much he's really capable of.

Excerpt: He looked over the file he'd taken from Dean. “She was single, had a good job, and lived alone. Are the others similar?” Dean didn’t respond. Castiel glanced down to find him frozen in place, staring at the small black ring box. “It’s your birthday present,” Castiel told him, somewhat unnecessarily. He’d thought it was obvious. He’d even put a gold bow on it. “Uh, right. Sure.” Dean gingerly opened the box to reveal the heavy, dark ring inside. “I know you’re not one for jewellery these days,” Castiel said, picking up one of the other files from the pile beside Dean. “But I thought you might like this. It’s iron. Hand-forged.” Dean looked up at him wordlessly. Castiel shrugged. “You have repeatedly expressed your desire to punch a ghost in the face. This should assist you in that.” “Shit, Cas.” Dean slid the ring onto his finger, expression inscrutable, until his eyes flickered back over to Castiel and his face broke into an absurdly dazzling grin. “You get me.” Castiel swallowed, his throat feeling inexplicably dry. “Past events would indicate so,” he said when he felt comfortable speaking again. Dean didn’t seem to notice his hesitation. He curled his hand up into a fist and examined the ring from several different angles. “What are these etchings?” he asked, holding his hand up to his face and squinting at it. “Enochian protection runes. I didn’t know if they would work on such an uneven surface, but the artist I commissioned to engrave it did a remarkable job.” She hadn’t even blinked when he had shown her the pattern, nor had she had any intrusive follow-up questions, which Castiel had greatly appreciated. He still wasn’t particularly good at improvising cover stories. “Huh.” “There’s also…” he trailed off, and Dean looked up sharply. “What?” “Well, the sigils. They’re similar to the ones I carved into your ribs.” Dean grinned, which was not the response Castiel had expected. “Thought I recognised this one,” he said, tapping delicately at a sigil with the nail of his pinky finger, and yes, of course he would pick that one. “That’s my name,” Castiel said, and Dean went still. “My true, angelic name. Don’t worry, it works even if I don’t have my grace,” Castiel added hurriedly. “Besides, even if it was dependent on that, that wouldn’t be a problem for you.” “That’s not what I –” Dean frowned. “Wait, what do you mean, ‘for me'?” “You still have some of my grace within you.” Dean’s jaw dropped. “I reconstructed your body, Dean, knitted it back together, molecule to molecule, before infusing your soul back into each new cell I had created. You had to have known I did that using my grace?” Castiel tried to suppress his smile. The look on Dean’s face was rather amusing, but he suspected Dean wouldn’t like it if he started laughing at it.

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guysunderwearstories · 3 years ago

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Story #16

Hello, everyone. Long time no see. About a week ago I posted a fanfiction story that made me realize I miss my writing. I want to be clear that although the story is great and I encourage you to read it, it, as with all other fan fiction I post, is NOT canon. So without further ado, here is story #16, officially continuing the adventures of my favorite characters.

“I’ll take that.” Patrick took the large cardboard box out of Carlos’s hand. Carlos, seeing his chance, pulled Patrick’s pajama pants down to reveal some teal and purple plaid Hanes boxers. He looked around at Christian, Dan, James, and Aaron, expecting them to join him in his laughter. They all just looked stone-faced. Bored, even.

“C’mon guys, that was hilarious!” Carlos looked exasperated.

Patrick shrugged. He handed the box to Dan and pulled his pants back up. “It’s just underwear, dude”

“I thought I was moving into the pantsing house!” Carlos was starting to wonder if he had this all wrong. This semester, Walt had abruptly announced to his rest of his house that he was taking the semester off to complete an internship at his brother’s job. Needing a place to live after all his housemates except Seth graduated, Carlos jumped at the chance to sublet for a semester. After hearing from Seth the antics that went on in the house (Seth once ended up pantsless at a party), Carlos had thought by asserting dominance he could avoid being the victim of a similar incident. But based on the boys’ attitudes it looked like his tighty whities would stay safely hidden by his sweatpants for now.

“I guess we did used to be the pantsing house.” Aaron looked around at the other guys. “But we haven’t really been doing that lately.” And it was true; it had been a long time since anyone ended up with their pants around their ankles and their undies on display.

James grew bored of the conversation. He excused himself and went upstairs to the bedroom that used to belong to Tyler. Tyler had moved out to live with his new boyfriend Seth. The rest of the group didn’t even know Tyler was into guys, let alone dating the one that had delivered pizza to their house a few times. They never gave him any trouble for his sexuality, though they did make fun of the fact that he dated a guy who wore superhero briefs.

“Oh hey James, what’s up?” Eli was the one who had taken over the room. They found him through Facebook and with a body made in the gym and sandy blond hair pushed into a backwards Vineyard Vines cap, he seemed at more in a frat house than with these guys. They were half right in this assumption; Eli was in a professional engineering frat, one that he had convinced James to rush the past few weeks. Though a little late in his college career to join a frat, he figured why not. Eli and him had gotten close and with Walt gone he wasn’t going to turn down friendship offers. That evening would be the induction.

“Not much, just gotta get ready and then we can leave in like a half hour?”

“Works for me.” And that’s what they did. A half hour was more than enough time for the two boys to shower (separately-get your mind out of the gutter), putting on their dress shirts and blazers (pants too-a lot of minds in the gutter today), and drive five minutes to the frat president’s house. James had had an easy time rushing. The professional frat eschewed traditional hazing so James hadn’t lost any dignity-or clothes-in the process. Underwear really wasn’t as important in James’ life as it used to be.

James and Eli mingled. Eli had accidentally gotten his dress shirt a little too small and every time he moved his arms a little bit of his defined chest was visible between the buttons. If this wasn’t a guys’ only event, James would have assumed Eli did it on purpose.

“Let’s gather for a group picture!” Chip, the Frat President, commanded everyone’s attention in a second. “Old and new members, everyone come to the living room.”

The thirty-six young men crammed into the living to be photographed by Chip’s girlfriend, who did not look like she wanted to be there.

“Now let’s do some silly ones!” one of the upperclassman shouted. The boys rotated through making funny faces, pairing up to do prom poses, and doing the “sorority squat.”

“How about a no pants one?” suggested Chip. His girlfriend rolled her eyes as all the boys undid their pants. Chip had one some dark gray Hanes boxer briefs so baggy they may as well have been boxers. Eli had white American Eagle boxers with the brand’s trademark eagle in navy dotted across. James looked around. All the guys had on either boxers or boxer briefs, with the exception of one upperclassman who had on black Calvin Klein trunks. He stood modestly in the back with one hand casually covering his crotch. All the naked legs contrasted to the more formal tops.

James hesitated out of habit before remembering Patrick’s words from this afternoon: “It’s just underwear.” He sometimes had a hard time remembering that not everyone was as obsessed with underwear and pantsing as his house had been, and even those guys grew out of it. Those times he’s been embarrassed, whether it was because they all had to take off muddy clothes to get into a car or all played strip volleyball by the lake, they were all so long ago. He had nothing to be ashamed off. He kicked his pants off and stood there in his dark purple Jockey briefs. He smiled for the camera.

Chip’s girlfriend took a few shots before anyone noticed. “Yo, is James wearing briefs?” a snide sophomore shouted.

The rest of the guys all turned to him and snickered. James would have been fine if that was the end of it, but all the guys pushed James to the front. Chip and Eli each grabbed one of his arms and James struggled to get let free as Chip’s girlfriend, laughing, snapped picture after picture. He couldn’t even cover his crotch. This frat would have this photo forever, and he’s forever be the member with the purple briefs.

The guys wouldn’t give him his pants back all night. He tried to wrap his blazer around his waist, but then Chip took that too. James just stood there, trying not to seem embarrassed but being constantly aware of how much of him was exposed. He wanted to leave, but Eli was his ride and Eli was loving it. James was just glad Eli wasn’t there when pantsing was all the rage in his house, as this would’ve been a common sight for him. Eventually, Eli drove him home, but not before everyone whistled to James on his way out.

The next day, James woke up, still wearing the purple briefs. He threw on some athletic shorts over them, but didn’t bother with a shirt. He walked downstairs to see everyone crowded around Eli, wearing nothing but a tank top and the same boxers he had been wearing the previous night. Dan was shirtless in a pair of red Calvin Klein trunks. Aaron was shirtless in a pair of solid blue boxers. Patrick was shirtless in a pair of pajama pants, and Christian and Carlos, by far the most modest, wore sweatpants and pajama bottoms. James saw what all of them were looking at: the dreaded picture from last night. It was a sea of men in underwear, and James, the only embarrassed one, was shoved to the front with his briefs on full display.

“It’s really not that funny guys.” James tried to appear as nonchalant as Walt used to. Not that it ever worked for Walt.

“Oh it is.” Christian laughed.

“So funny,” Aaron began. “We hung it in the hallway. Our first inductee into our new Wall of Shame.”

James looked. The picture was tacked to the wall. Anyone who visited their house for a party would get a nice peek.

“Is the Wall of Shame just me?” James asked.

“For now,” said Dan. “But any pantsing victim can go up there with you.”

“Pantsing?” James was exasperated. “Haven’t we moved past that.”

“This morning, after I showed the guys the picture, they had a lot of other stories to tell me about what you guys used to get up to,” Eli said.

“Like that time Walt pantsed Christian in front of an entire lecture hall,” Aaron laughed.

“Or when Walt and James got panted in the mall,” Patrick laughed.

“Remember that time me, you, and TJ ended up in our underwear at the laundromat?” Dan nudged Patrick. Patrick didn’t find it as funny as Dan did.

“Don’t worry, bud. Doesn’t sound like you’ll be up there by yourself for long.” Eli patted James’ shoulder before leaving the Wall of Shame. Everyone except Carlos and James followed him.

“You look ridiculous,” Carlos snickered to James.

“We all know you wear tighty whities, Carlos,” James said, deadpan. Carlos looked around in fright before running out of the room, his hands clenching the waist of his pajama pants.

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mizutori-heiko · 3 years ago

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Mizutori’s bakudeku fanfiction master list [complete works]

Really really good writing by these incredible authors. In no particular order! These are all Top!Bakugou and Bottom!Deku. If A/B/O dynamics then it’s Alpha!Bakugou and Omega!Deku. Yes, I have preferences.

Canon World – until 15k

What The Fuck Did You Just Call Me? by reading_raindrop | 8,303 | Izuku starts calling him Bakugou and it pisses the explosive teen off a lot more than he thought it would.

Oh right, you were a little sh*t by SaysiWrites | 5,653 | When Midoriya Izuku gets hit by an age-reversion Quirk, the last thing anyone expected to find out is that Toddler-Izuku is a little shit. Except for one Bakugou Katsuki, who has seen this phase one too many times already. (Bonus+ the entire Little Sh*t (Kidfic) series)

Do Not Disturb by surveycorpsjean | 10,010 | Apply enough force, and something is bound to break.

And Atlas fell by supercrunch | 15,185 | They move in together, after a while. Katsuki joins Best Jeanist and Izuku trains under Gran Torino. They still take comfort in each other every day, curl up in bed and kiss and talk about how life is going. Their live are tumultuous, after all, what with villains and training and rescuing people every week. It’s nice to have something certain. At the end of a day filled with violence and adrenaline, Izuku knows he can come home to someone concrete. It’s perfect. Being a hero is scary and grueling and uncertain, but this part is just right. And then, one day, a child dies in Izuku’s arms.

be loved by bonnia | 5,403 | The kidnapping incident leaves bakugou traumatised about being touched on the back of his neck, and midoriya decides to take matters into his own hands.

Big Protein by Mysecretfanmoments | 13,683 | Bakugou Katsuki has a thriving hero career, an agent to manage his famous attitude, and absolutely zero romantic interest in anyone. With the exception of his favourite health food joint refusing to expand to his city, his life is pretty damn perfect—so why does a viral video revealing Deku's stash of dirty mags involving him and Deku together turn everything upside-down?

Chocolate cake and resin preserved flowers by Anoksun | 11,396 | Izuku loses his memories. Katsuki struggles not to lose Izuku too.

Twin Stars by theperksofbeinglarissa | 8,435 | When Deku saves a woman's life, her quirk is accidentally activated. Her quirk? She reveals a person's soulmate. A star-shaped mark appears on Midoriya's left arm... and on Bakugou's as well. Kirishima is the only one who knows that Bakugou is Midoriya's soulmate, and Bakugou isn't taking the news very well. Can the twin stars of class 1-A work out their differences and find their happy ending?

Unhealthy Fixations by Thesis | 12,522 | Izuku is an adult who knows better than to crush on his childhood bully. AND YET.

Like the Moon by osakakitty | 14,781 | Katsuki Bakugo is having constant, erotic dreams about Izuku Midoriya. He isn’t sure why, but they won’t go away. In order to make them stop, he needs to figure out what Izuku Midoriya means to him.

Worth a Second Shot by cinnabee | 13,080 | Katsuki and Izuku celebrate registering as a Hero Duo together with a big party. What could go wrong?

Like Something Out of A Shoujo Manga by Merrywetherweather | 2,971 | Deku ends up in a rather interesting quirk accident, one that triggers flag events as if he were the protagonist of an otome game.

Canon World – 15k++

Blood Moon by lalazee | 94,860 | The Thank-Fuck-We-Aren’t-Dead Sex had started then, and had never really stopped. Then came the feelings and the fights. The ego, the pride, the jealousy. And then there was Us.

The Way You Used To Do by edema_ruh | 669,463 | During a battle, Midoriya gets hit by a villain whose quirk detaches his soul from his body. Stuck in a ghost-like state, the boy enters a race against time in order to save himself from permanently dying. Much to his luck - or lack of it -, the only person who can see and talk to him in this state is no one other than Kacchan.

Just Like Breathing by MD_Daydreamer | 35,423 | Izuku got engaged. He didn't mind. If that made Uraraka happy, he could do it. He thought his life wouldn't change much.But then, Kacchan went to live in the USA.

briar roses (and hundred years of sleep) by vannral | 15,951 | In which Izuku is hit by a ‘Sleeping Beauty’ Quirk, Class 3-A tries to find his True Love and get them to kiss him, and Katsuki’s very angry about it all.

"what's your type?" by sapphicflower | 20,192 | In order to increase their popularity rankings as up and coming pro heroes, Izuku and Katsuki participate in the most popular late night talk show for hero duos - ‘Heroes Rising!’. They’re killing it, obviously, because they know each other from inside and out. Until one question stumps the two of them: “What is your hero partner’s type?”

and it was Just Right by cinnabee | 23,759 | Katsuki spends two years post-graduation in a furious one-sided competition with his childhood friend and rival's promotional photos - until they finally run into each other, and, well. You shouldn't believe everything you see in magazines. A love story about size differences.

Notice Me, Nerd by useless_donut | 40,000 | Bakugou is in love with Midoriya. He doesn’t hide it, in fact it’s so painfully obvious that the entire class of 3-A has him figured out in a matter of months (days, in some cases). Too bad Midoriya is the most oblivious motherfucker out there, and Bakugou is too damn stubborn to actually ask him out. A love story as witnessed by the class of 3-A.

in your dreams, nerd! by sapphicflower | 37,639 | In a strange and unexpected set of circumstances, Izuku and Katsuki find themselves sharing their dreams together whenever they happen to fall asleep at the same time. Being hopelessly in love with each other, they don’t mind it all that much. What better way to spend time with your crush than in a stupidly vivid dream?

Hear Me by my_name_is_Levi | 22,419 | It wasn’t as if nightmares were uncommon for the freshman class of Yuuei. They’d seen plenty of things, heard and felt and witnessed enough travesty in their lives to last them a lifetime. But Midoriya Izuku was screaming, and no one, not even Bakugo Katsuki could ignore it.

Bridges by supercrunch | 18,018 | Bakugou is signed up for a Calvin Klein modeling gig. The thing is, they really do need the money. And Katsuki's technically the leader of this bunch of morons, so he finds himself taking the job even though his pride will never recover. And even though nobody thought to tell him that he'd be working with his ex-boyfriend. You know, the cute freckled guy from high school who went and broke his heart. So, yeah. This whole situation kind of sucks.

objective truth by mamalade | 15,390 | Izuku gets hit with a truth quirk, as one does. He seems to be handling it well—until Katsuki shows up.

catharsis by dollcewrites | 15,071 | It's been six years since Izuku graduated.It's been six years since he confessed to his childhood friend; his classmate and his inspiration. It's been six years since he deleted Bakugou's number, asked his friends not to mention the name, spent every last effort of his heart turning off the TV and averting his eyes from the newspapers. It's been six, long, long years since he gave up on Katsuki Bakugou ever loving him back.

Here here, my friends and me (You are my familia) by Jeka | 128,832 | Bakugou Katsuki has made a great job of ignoring the fact that he is tragically in love with Deku, someone who could never love him like that and let's face it, he doesn't deserve. Now that he can't ignore it anymore, he has to find a way to keep his childhood friend and move on for his own sake. Or so he had thought, maybe he can have Deku, after all. Izuku has everything he always wanted in life. But suddenly he has to navigate the most important relationship in his life through different eyes.

Canon World – Jealous!

Hands Off by SaysiWrites | 7,140 | When a new girl at school starts flirting with Bakugou, his friends quickly become invested in the idea of their friend experiencing love - even if he doesn't seem at all interested in her. What they don't see is Midoriya fuming in the background. But how can he get rid of her when they've spent so long keeping their relationship a secret?

Surfaces by surveycorpsjean | 25,225 | Katsuki has a new girlfriend, but something isn't right. As impossible as it is, Izuku can't help but wonder what it'd be like to be called Katsuki's girl.

Green-Eyed Beast by SecretKiwi | 4,721 | Everyone wants a piece of Katsuki Bakugou, but they should beware of the Green-eyed beast always lurking close behind him.

Green with Envy by Sol_Morales707 | 2,611 | Izuku Midoriya is not as innocent and pure as everyone thinks he is. The truth was he was very jealous and willing to do anything for a certain blonde.

Happy Camper by Arysa | 7,074 | Wanting a break from the stress of dealing with the rookie Pro Hero grind, a handful of students from Class A decide to go on a camping trip. Izuku's excited to relax and catch up with everyone, especially Kacchan. But, well, Kacchan's... Kacchan. And dating Kirishima.

How to stop time: kiss by Teddingtons | 31,693 | Deku finally asks Uraraka out. Everyone's supportive except Bakugou who can't even look him in the eye. Deku seeks him out after and is hit with truth.

What I Deserve by s_the_queen | 16,671 | When Izuku starts dating a student in General Studies, everyone is happy for him. She's super sweet and really caring. But something doesn't sit right with Katsuki.

Deku's Already Fucking Taken by asdfjkl129 | 20,704 | 5 times people don't realize that Deku is already in a very happy relationship and try their hand at asking him out, and then in Bakugou's unique and special style, get very firmly corrected, +1 time where no correction is needed.

His by sister_elric | 6,206 | Izuku would like to consider himself a pretty level headed individual. Sure, he had the occasional tunnel vision, especially when it came to training. And hero work. And Kacchan. But, overall, Midoriya felt as though he typically kept his cool. Well, maybe that was a stretch. But, at the very least he could understand his own emotions. So, it surprised even him when an unfamiliar emotion coursed through him as a first year approached his boyfriend, Katsuki.

Down the Red Line by MinervaHope | 7,804 | Izuku has been able to see the red strings of fate since birth. It's no surprise that his is connected to Katsuki.

Canon World – Fake Relationship Goes Wrong

how he should’ve known (and how it turned out) by vannral | 43,918 | In which Katsuki and Izuku pretend to be a couple to avoid journalists, the plan backfires magnificently because of course it does, and the act goes on. Includes feelings, pining, domestic fluff and jealousy.

Vicious by feelslikefire | 105,173 | Midoriya and Bakugou wind up in the very last position either of them thought they'd be in: Hero Partners. It's not fun, but they learn to cope. Their first big assignment together takes them undercover to infiltrate a cult, but the situation turns out far more sinister than they first thought.

What I can never tell you by Mikacrispy | 27,067 | After living in the US for 5 years, Izuku returns to take care of a concussed Bakugou who believes they're engaged. Now, Izuku has to pretend he's in a relationship with the man he's loved for most of his life, knowing that it's just a matter of time until Katsuki gets better and realizes it's all a lie.

Not-Dating by MiraChaDoodles | 14,290 | Katsuki takes Deku on a not-date to save his career, only to find himself wishing it were real.

we'll do the things that lovers do by ethereals | 29,544 | Izuku gets an invitation to Shouto's wedding and Katsuki is PISSED that he asks Kirishima to be his date (also he wasn't even fucking invited

Canon World – Friends With Benefits (?)

Four Times Bakugou Katsuki Doesn't Intend to Sleep With Midoriya Izuku (And the One Time that He Does) by fallingraine85 | 17,601 | He hadn’t planned for any of this. He isn’t about to go delving into the ball of yarn that is Midoriya Izuku’s heart; he isn’t equipped to try and untangle and make sense of it all. He isn’t about to try to analyze how he’s feeling about all of this, either.... How many times can you repeat the same mistake?

We Wear Chains on the Weekend by surveycorpsjean | 35,086 | Well, in a day of revelations, it turns out that Izuku isn't as vanilla as Katsuki previously thought. Unfortunately, that fascinating discovery is overshadowed by Izuku's dumbassery, because he has zero concept of aftercare."Don't go to anyone else," Katsuki says, because screw it. He can do a better job anyways. Or; Katsuki finds Izuku on a bad drop.

Just for Now by Shiro_Kabocha | 48,135 | Katsuki's parents are out of town over a school break and to keep him from getting up to any shenanigans, they ask Izuku to house sit with him. What are two teenaged boys to do when left alone to their own devices? (Bonus+ the entire Just for Love series)

safe in the darkness by yoonskisses | 20,855 | Izuku and Katsuki had been meeting up secretly for months, with absolutely no feelings involved. Or so Katsuki thought at least. The dorm gossip about Ochaco and Izuku's new relationship seemed to set a spanner in the works for their arrangement.

Alternative Universe – No Quirks

Bluebird by EtherealBeing | 53,108 | Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katsuki was well aware of that fact. However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

Someone Borrowed by mynameis152 | 138,996 | It felt like hours that he stared at Izuku, coming to terms with the fact that a man, his childhood best friend, whom he hadn’t seen since their senior year of high school, was there in front of his very eyes. Then his brows furrowed and his jaw clenched before he uttered through gritted teeth the very name Izuku had longed to hear for years. “Deku.”

Dark Side of the Sun by Synnie | 51,598 | Staying up too late playing video games, Kirishima wasn't expecting to get an urgent call begging for help. Next thing he knew, he was letting his classmate Izuku Midoriya take refuge in his apartment - without consulting his always angry roommate.

Manage Me by Justaperson1718 | 10,756 | Izuku becomes Katsuki’s model agent.

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush | 88,424 | With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Livewire by pretty_rekless | 18,160 | Per Ochako's request, Izuku downloads a gay dating app in hopes to finally find a partner. Except every single one of his leads keep ghosting him or standing him up... That is until one hot, fiery blond enters the chat. Grindr/Tinder AU fic.

Drinking Watermelon by warschach | 8,906 | Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Precious Pet by Mikacrispy | 6,379 | When broke college student Midoriya Izuku found a job that offered lodging, food, and good pay for four hours of work each day, he thought it was too good to be true. But he called anyway. Turns out all he has to do is to be the spoiled little puppy of a rich businessman.

Our Eleven Summers by Dark_Mage_Ayumu | 34,472 | The first time Katsuki met Izuku was when he was eight. For the next eleven years, Izuku changed his life, and no one even knew. Their relationship was something they shared in secret.

sticky note crushes by ladyofsnails | 3,239 | Katsuki hates his roommate. The green-haired, freckled, artsy son of a bitch with his dumb pun t-shirts and paint-stained hands he can’t fucking keep to himself. Katsuki can’t leave a single assignment or paper out in his room because that idiot will just grab anything to draw on it. He’s like a shark that can’t stop swimming else it’ll die – he can’t stop drawing. Ever.

Don't Play Pretend by SweetSide | 10,103 | Actor AU: Deku and Bakugou get the leading roles for an upcoming TV Drama. They weren’t aware that they would be working with each other for who knows how long. It would’ve been completely fine if they weren’t exes.

97.6 FM by jamjars | 32,249 | Izuku can’t stop listening to the radio host with the deep voice who sounds like he’s stuck in 2010. It’s a harmless crush. That is until he starts calling into the show under the pseudonym Deku.

Read {between} Your Lines by greatcloudninja | 52,252 | Midoriya Izuku, up-and-coming actor, has finally hit his big break (...), Bakugou Katsuki, who has been acting for over twenty years.However, Bakugou seems to have it out for Izuku, leading to tension both on and off set. When some incriminating photos surface, the studio suggests (...): having Bakugou and Midoriya fake a relationship to get ahead of the rumors.

I’m not looking for somebody with some superhuman gifts by PassingShadow | 5,522 | Izuku is a professional cuddler and Katsuki is his new client that’s just a little rough around the edges, and needs a natural healing touch.

Alternative Universe – Quirkless Deku

A Good Old-Fashioned Tattoo AU by lalazee | 14,437 | After their paths had split, Bakugou & Deku meet again as adults. While Bakugou begins to repent for the kid he used to be, he also starts to prove himself as he the man he is now.

Call Me a Safe Bet (I'm Betting I'm Not) by WTTTD | 10,803 | He wished he had some sort of heads up before seeing Deku again for the first time after nearly two years, looking like the essence of a lazy Sunday, smiling and surrounded with brand new, adoring friends. It was a little fitting that Katsuki burned for him so badly. (Support Department Deku)

In Which Kacchan Has a Ruff Time by OneshotPrincess | 14,511 | Bakugou Katsuki gets quirked into a dog, gets adopted by an unknowing Izuku and generally has a very rough few days full of realizations

While You Were Sleeping by Belkacaramelka (annabelleg) | 71,197 | The one where quirkless fanboy Midoriya Izuku rescues Pro Hero Todoroki Shouto, gets mistaken as his fiancé while he is in a coma, and gets caught up in the most unlikely fake engagement... until his childhood enemy and Todoroki's classmate Bakugou Katsuki tries to catch him out, and they both end up discovering a lot more about each other than they'd expected.

Let Me Assist You Personally by Seeress | 32,806 | Izuku is long-suffering Personal Assistant to #1 Pro Hero Dynamight.Dynamight can't keep a PA to save his career. They all quit crying after a few days weeks. Enter, Izuku—with enough money problems to brave the jaws of the cranky beast. Childhood friend turned glorified paid slave. Somehow it all works out. ‘Kill them with kindness’, his mom had told him once. If that were true, Bakugou Katsuki would be stone-cold dead by now.

Smile For The Camera by kurokonekokilled | 19,179 | Midnight has a cam site, home to millions of users, but one catches Katsuki's eye when he goes scrolled through it in search for something to help him release a little stress. A live stream and the best orgasm of his life later, his wallet is lighter, and he might be almost as obsessed with this Deku guy as the cam boy is with him.

Just Like The Comics by brichibi | 24,935 | Where Izuku works at a comic book shop because that’s as close to a hero as he’s gonna get, and Katsuki plays the part of heroic ex-boyfriend who is good at everything except winning Izuku back... maybe

Alternative Universe – Quirks

Get on my Level by Mikacrispy | 92,273 | Bakugou Katsuki is a Pro Hero whose boss demands him to take an intern. Midoriya Izuku is a UA student who needs an internship. When the two of them are put together, they learn about what it truly means to be a Hero and what it means to be in love.

A/B/O – Secret! Baby

Home by Emerald2402 | 87,214 | Midoriya Izuku left Japan in a rush, moving to America without a word to anyone else. But then almost 11 years later he arrives back Home and Bakugou Katsuki's Alpha is furious. Fuck that, Bakugou is furious, because Midoriya Izuku, an omega he tasted one time, has been keeping a very big, very blonde haired, green eyed secret.

Those Under the Same Stars by PerpetuallyPerturbed | 325,553 | When Katsuki Bakugo left Izuku Midoriya five years ago, he thought it was for forever. He put aside dreams and wishes of the omega to focus on his career. He was going to be the best hero, after all. He couldn't have an omega getting in his way. So when he's stopped on the streets one day by a pup begging for help for his mom, he isn't prepared to face what he gave up, and what the consequences of his actions were. (Quirkless Deku)

A/B/O – Quirks

Mark Me. Make Me Yours. by decadentbynature | 10,062 | Midoriya is the only Omega at UA and he's been hiding it well but there's one issue that threatens to expose him: his attraction to an Alpha, Bakugo. After being told to give some paperwork to Bakugo, Midoriya lets him into his dorm room and is immediately overwhelmed by his scent. Unable to help himself, he gives in to his urges, only to be discovered by Bakugo but instead of becoming enraged, Bakugo decides to give Midoriya exactly what he wants

Claim Me by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 114,449 | Being an Alpha has nothing to do with Katsuki's success as a Pro-Hero, the same way Deku's Omega status hasn't kept him from becoming Number Two. Secondary gender doesn't mean anything nowadays and “mating” is an antiquated practice. So when Izuku, his rival, asks Katsuki to Claim him in the middle of the night, there is only one logical thing to say. “What the fuck?”

Change of Plans by Mikacrispy | 185,965 | Alpha Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki never planned to get married to some random omega but what he wants isn't an option anymore. One for All wielder Midoriya Izuku has suffered injustice too many times and doesn't plan in allowing his secondary gender to dictate how he must live his life. Falling in love was never in the plans.

Going Feral For You by ANGIE_fic | 17,977 | Bakugou has an aggression problem that might have to do with his Alpha. His job is on the line because of it. So what do you do with a pent up Alpha? Yes.Rut. (Quirkless Izuku)

i live for you, i long for you by jeonjeonggukkkkkie | 19,165 | The five times Izuku hinted he wants Katsuki to spend his next heat with him, and the one time Katsuki took the hint.

Baby's First Bloom by ContraryBee | 44,945 | Izuku blooms for Katsuki one warm day in their third year of middle school. What follows is both boys learning about themselves, their bond, and the society they live in.

As Fate Would Have It by ScientificallySinful (VampireGaaraCheesepuffs) | 88,737 | Katsuki Bakugo had plenty of reasons why he wasn't mated yet, not that he was going to explain why to just anyone. But now, Ground Zero was running out of time. If he didn't find someone soon, he'd lose his position as a Pro-Hero and he'd never get to be #1. So, when he finds out there's a male Omega recently arrested for prostitution that's headed to prison if he too doesn't get a mate…well it must be fate. (Quirkless Izuku)

A/B/O – No Quirks

Gravity by warschach | 71,477 | Izuku is back in his hometown and plenty hasn't changed much from the 8 years he was gone. Except, Katsuki Bakugou, the alpha king of their small town. He's hotter- because that's fair, right, God? -, stronger, a now-famous pro fighter, and noticeably nicer this round.Not that he cares, pfft. (Fine, he cares.)

Nine Months by greatcloudninja | 23,303 | Omega Midoriya Izuku connects with Alpha Bakugou Katsuki through an online singles ad. Izuku pays Katsuki to help him with his heat, ending up pregnant in the process. What follows is a pregnancy filled with ups and downs, but whatever hurdles come their way, they can make it through together.

The long dark by Ominous-Anonymous (Ominonymous) | 13,289 | He could have been really dangerous. He could be a fucking murderer for all he knew. But Izuku Midoriya, ever the reckless daredevil, was not thinking of that when he got into a car with a complete stranger. Completely ignoring the part where his mother always taught him to never gets into cars with alphas he didn't know...

#bakudeku #masterlist #fanfic masterlist #katsudeku #holy shit i can't believe i did this #mizutori’s personal post archive #bakudeku fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #alpha bakugou #omega izuku #bnha fanfiction #bnha #mha fanfiction #fanfiction masterlist post #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #archive of our own #ao3

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14daysdalovers · 3 years ago

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Hello All! It's officially the end of February (shocking, I know), and even though I have extended the deadline for the #14DALovers event to March 7th, I did promise to show you what you can expect next year for the event!

So without further ado....

#14DALovers is getting its own website and community blog!

It will be a long time in the making, but I have big plans to make the website a more user friendly and central hub for anyone who wants to participate in the event. I've been wanting to branch out to a larger audience for a while, but it's impossible to run the event on multiple platforms like Twitter, Pillowfort and Instagram as not everyone uses Tumblr these days.

This will give me the opportunity to run the event in a more functional way that everyone from multiple platforms can go to in one central location. Also I won't need to censor every single NSFW piece, link to other sites, etc.

The website itself will be free to use and accessible year round for content sharing, discussions, etc, and once a year the #14DALovers event will open.

What can you expect to find on the website when it's up and running?

Personalized Member profile pages!

Those who'd like to participate in the #14DALovers event will need to sign up and make a member profile to be able to view the event content and make posts on the forum or blog pages.

You will need to log in each time you visit the site. You will also need to be 18 years of age or older to become a member.

Members can follow other members and receive notifications for new posts or announcements. You will also be able to comment and like other members posts.

Members can earn badges for various tasks and activities while logged in and active on the site.

There's also a chat section for members should they wish to use it.

#14DALovers participants who make an account will be given access to the prompts list 2 weeks before the event begins so they can start planning sooner.

A Forum and Blog page with multiple sections for open discussions and content sharing!

There will be sections for the event itself, but also sections to discuss and share in various aspects of the DA world. There are channels for romanceable Canon characters, for specific DA games, novels, etc. And yes, there will be a gallery channel specifically for uncensored NSFW content.

Featured Artist & Author Showcases!

Next year members of the #14DALovers community will be able to nominate (with the individuals permission) an Artist and Author in the DA fandom to be showcased for that years event. The winning Artist and Author will be chosen at random and have their chosen content showcased for the community to view and share.

Chosen Artists and Authors will be given a small questionnaire to fill out about themselves and what they love about the DA franchise, favorite characters, as well as other various interests.

● For those who wish to continue to post their #14DALovers content exclusively to Tumblr, you will have access to a free to use event specific banner. It will be revealed early next year.

● Possibility for an Ao3 community page.

● Bonus Prompts will be a new permanent feature of the event.

There will be much more added features, including prizes and giveaways, that are currently in the works so make sure to watch for updates and the join the website once it's open for members!

If you have any questions, suggestions or concerns please send me a DM, and I'd be happy to discuss them with you.

Thanks again to all those who participated in the event this year and for all your hard work into making the event what it is! I look forward to seeing you all next year 💕

~ SchaRoux

#14dalovers #14 days of dragon age lovers prompts event #new event features #coming soon!#the website will hopefully be up and running by the summer if all goes well #open to feedback

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thelazyhermits · 2 years ago

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After talking with @quess-art about Book 2 and our issues with its plot and what we would’ve liked to see happen instead, I decided that I wanna make my own version of Book 2′s events for my TWST AU, which covers the canon events with my Yuu acting as the MC, so things will be a little different as compared to how I described this book’s event in past posts about this AU. I’ll go into more detail underneath the cut.

For starters, I wanna bring up what bugged me about Book 2, starting with the dorm leader meeting where no one was the least bit suspicious of Leona’s odd behavior.

I can’t believe no one thought it was weird how Leona was so vocal about wanting to compete against Malleus when it was clearly the smarter move to just allow Malleus to be inducted into the Hall of Fame. Plus, Leona just isn’t the type who cares about challenging people like that.

Yes, none of these guys are best buddies with Leona, but they still should know him well enough that his behavior was very unusual for him.

Anyway, the next thing that bugged me was how Ruggie basically revealed his UM right away with Grim, even if nobody immediately caught onto what happened. Ruggie seems too smart to reveal something that important over a sandwich of all things, even if it is for Leona.

Considering how skilled Ruggie is, he could’ve easily just stolen Grim’s sandwich while he wasn’t looking or used other deceitful means to get what he wanted without revealing his ace up his sleeve.

Next, I wanna say that Leona’s plan just wasn’t the kind of brilliant plan I was expecting from someone as smart as him. Yes, there were some good parts to it, but why in the world didn’t he have any of his own dormmates injured? He didn’t have to actually do it but just have a false statement passed along that a SC student got attacked.

Otherwise, SC starts to look suspicious since it’s got plenty of great players. Why wouldn’t the culprit target them?

Also, the stampede idea definitely wasn’t Leona’s best work. Did he really think that would stop someone as powerful as Malleus? Sure, Malleus can’t attack magicless people, but he can sure as hell teleport to safety, even though I’m sure he could still stop them with other magical means without harming them if he wanted, considering how OP he is lol

Honestly, Leona can be so much more diabolical than that, which is why I came up with this idea with Quess:

What if Leona tries to frame Diasomnia for all the attacks and make them out to be the bad guys?

After all, Diasomnia doesn’t exactly have a super great reputation since they’re intimidating and hard to approach. Leona could easily use that to his advantage.

As for why Diasomnia would do such a thing since they obviously wouldn’t actually need to take out the competition when they have Malleus, I like the idea of everyone getting the impression that Diasomnia wants revenge for Malleus’s sake because he wasn’t immediately given his rightful status in the Hall of Fame, and not only that, that decision was made in a dorm leader meeting that he wasn’t even invited to. Sure, the meeting was about him, but he still had a right to be there.

Quess came up with a great idea of introducing Sebek into the storyline by having him caught on video making a huge fuss about Malleus being slighted, how Malleus deserves better, how everyone is beneath his master, etc.

Once that video, which was taken by a SC student, goes viral, the attacks start happening, and everyone begins to wonder if the Diasomnia students are taking revenge on Malleus’s behalf since everyone knows how loyal they all are to their dorm leader.

Things come to the point where instead of a stampede several students from all the other dorms rally together to seek vengeance against Diasomnia, just as Leona predicted. Now, he has the other dorms doing the dirty work for him while he sits back and enjoys the show.

Now, I wanna cover how Yuu affects this chain of events since I would want her to play a pivotal role in figuring out the truth behind Leona’s scheme.

Just like in the game, Yuu & Grim get put on detective duty by Crowley. While Grim does it for the chance to play in the tournament, Yuu agrees since she knows she doesn’t really have any other choice and because she’s a sucker for a good mystery lol

Anyway, early on in the investigation, Yuu hears the rumors that paint Diasomnia as the bad guys. She’s reluctant to put much faith in those rumors since she knows how untrustworthy rumors tend to be. Plus, her friend, Tsunotaro, is from that dorm. Surely, a dorm that has someone as nice as him in it wouldn’t do something so awful.

However, upon seeing the video of Sebek’s outburst which she gets told about as she’s interviewing the victims, she starts to have her doubts since this definitely provides a good reason for why Diasomnia would act out.

Before she can ponder the matter further, Yuu’s foresight Quirk activates and shows her a vision about Trey falling down the stairs after saving Riddle who would’ve fallen if he hadn’t intervened.

Thankfully, Yuu is able to get to Trey and Riddle just in time to prevent either of them from falling down the stairs so Trey does not get injured in this AU.

Unfortunately, because of Yuu’s Quirk’s drawback, which she discovers at this point in time since she had never changed a future event until now, Yuu receives the pain of the injury that she prevented, ergo she’s stuck feeling like she seriously hurt her ankle even though she’s physically fine.

Naturally, Riddle wants to take responsibility for this since he blames himself for Trey almost getting injured and Yuu being in pain, so he decides that Yuu will temporarily move into Heartslabyul since Ramshackle is no place for someone who’s technically injured, especially not a lady.

Heartslabyul also takes the lead on Yuu’s investigation, so while Yuu is able to attend class, that’s all she gets to do since the Heartslabyul guys want her to rest for as long as she’s in pain, even though she says she can move around with crutches.

Since the guys are determined to handle everything themselves, Yuu has no choice but to remain at their dorm outside of school hours and work on the investigation from there, using whatever info is passed along to her.

While all the signs point to Diasomnia, Yuu can’t help but still feel suspicious of Savanaclaw because she’s been having dreams related to Scar, and considering how she had dreams about the Queen of Hearts when things were going down with Riddle, Yuu wonders if these dreams are a warning of some kind.

According to the info Cater passed along to her, there was a SC student that reportedly got injured just like all the others, but upon giving this report a closer inspection, Yuu realizes that this student was never interviewed by her friends.

The reason provided was because the SC student had no interest in talking to the Heartslabyul gang and Grim, so all Yuu’s side knows is that this SC student went to the infirmary for a little bit after getting injured before returning to his dorm with the claim that he received a lighter injury compared to everyone else because of his excellent reflexes that allowed him to catch himself just in time.

While it’s totally possible that the SC student was telling the truth and was just an innocent victim like everyone else, Yuu can’t ignore that seed of doubt.

That doubt only grows when, after the first day of investigating without Yuu, Grim complains to her about how he saw the sandwich thief, aka Ruggie, earlier but was unable to go after him because Riddle wanted him to devote his full attention to the most recent staircase incident which they happened to come across shortly after it happened.

Once Grim confirms that Ruggie was around the scene of the crime, Yuu finds herself thinking about the Lion King and how Scar had the hyenas doing his bidding. Could it be that this is what Leona is doing now?

Even though she has no viable evidence, Yuu feels compelled to chase after this lead. That’s why that evening Yuu requests a meeting be held with Grim and the Heartslabyul guys because there’s information she’s after that she thinks she can get from the upperclassmen.

Since the guys haven’t been getting anywhere with their investigation, they go along with Yuu’s request and allow her to ask the questions on her mind, such as: “What kind of relationship does Diasomnia and Savanclaw have?”

That’s how Yuu learns that those two dorms aren’t on good terms since Leona very clearly dislikes Malleus. While Malleus doesn’t normally start fights and actually seems to like Leona to a certain degree, there are times when they both butt heads because Leona is good at provoking him.

This is when Cater makes an offhand comment of how he was very surprised that Leona didn’t want Malleus to get inducted into the Hall of Fame. Considering the defeats Leona has suffered at Malleus’s hands over the last few years, Cater would’ve thought Leona would be glad to get Malleus out of this year’s tournament. He must really want revenge on the field.

Yuu perks up at his words and asks for more details, which leads to Riddle explaining what transpired during the dorm leader meeting where they all decided not to induct Malleus into the Hall of Fame.

As soon as Yuu hears about how Leona acted, the puzzle pieces start falling into place. After having spent the last month hanging around Leona during her random visits to the botanical garden, Yuu came to know him well enough that she immediately recognizes how suspicious his behavior at the meeting was.

There’s no way Leona would be that vocal about wanting a fair fight like that. The only reason he’d do something like that is if he already had a plan for how to deal with Malleus, a plan that would’ve been ruined if Malleus got inducted into the Hall of Fame.

Yuu quickly asks Cater if he knows who posted the viral video of Sebek, and he’s able to eventually trace it back to its original source which was a SC student’s account. That’s when Yuu becomes more convinced that SC is behind the student attacks.

Unfortunately, while everyone else agrees with her, they don’t have any concrete evidence to support this theory, so the only way they’ll be able to stop SC is to catch them in the act.

Fortunately, they all get their chance when, the next day at lunch, Yuu receives a vision that shows that there will be another attack which will be happening very soon.

After getting all the details from her, Grim and the Heartslabyul guys all run off in hopes that they can get there in time to stop Ruggie, whom Yuu was able to see using his UM.

Shortly after they leave, Yuu’s Quirk’s drawback finally wears off, making her realize that the effects of this drawback only lasts for two days. Once she realizes she’s no longer in pain, Yuu is quick to leave the cafeteria because she wants to go help her friends since she can’t stand the thought of sitting back and doing nothing.

Unfortunately, this is what Leona and Ruggie were waiting for. After having learned about Yuu’s Quirk due to him spying on her and the Heartslabyul guys after she got sent to the infirmary after saving Trey, Ruggie reported this discovery to Leona, who decided they needed to get Yuu out of the investigation because her Quirk was a threat to their plan.

That’s why Leona came up with the plan of having Ruggie and other SC guys watch Yuu and her friends and wait for the moment when Yuu would be left alone.

While Leona couldn’t predict when Yuu would have a vision, he figured it was bound to happen eventually, so he told Ruggie to proceed with the plan but to keep eyes on Yuu at all times. If she ever made a move that indicated she was on to them, cancel that day’s attack and move in for the capture.

And that’s exactly what happens here. Before Yuu can meet up with her friends, she runs into Ruggie, and while she tries to play it cool and avoids lying since she knows he’d be able to tell if she did, Ruggie can hear her frantic heartbeat, which betrays her nervousness.

Plus, to him, she’s an open book. After spending a month hanging around her at the botanical garden, he can read her pretty easily, so he knows almost instantly that the jig is up. She knows what his dorm is up to, so he can’t allow her to escape.

So from there, like I mentioned in past posts, Yuu gets kidnapped and held captive at the SC dorm so she won’t be able to help the investigation. Of course, by this point, Yuu has already led the investigation in the right direction. They’re just still sadly lacking in sufficient evidence and also now dealing with a missing friend.

From then on, things proceed like I mentioned in previous posts, with Yuu having a vision of Leona’s OB and her doing her best to avoid that outcome since, while she’s not pleased with him, she doesn’t want him to die either.

In the end, things turn out like in canon with Leona’s scheme being stopped thanks to Jack teaming up with Heartslabyul and them making a trap that stops the student uprising and prevents anyone from Diasomnia from coming to harm.

The rest of Book 2′s events happen just like how I described in my other posts about it, so there are no other major changes.

#TABF AU #fortune in twisted wonderland

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sabo-has-my-heart · 3 years ago

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100 Follower Event!

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Welcome to my 100 follower event! *blows noisemakers* So since I got the last few followers faster than I expected, I figured I’d run my event like I’ve been doing everything else on tumblr, by winging it recklessly!

Ace: Pretty sure you actually planned this, besides, isn’t reckless shit what we do? *gestures to him, Sabo, and Luffy*

Hush you! So without further adieu, my 100 follower event! *pulls string on banner to unfurl it revealing the words ‘Guardian Event’*

The event is simple, it was based off my Luffy Guardian Angel fic. Pick a type of Guardian from the list

Angel

Demon

Spirit

Ancestor

House Gremlin

Other (give me an idea or guardian mythology)

Pick what kind of fic you want it to be (Fluff, Angst, or NSFW).

Pick a prompt (or two if you do so wish) from the prompt list below:

Multi-type prompts, pick from Fluff, Angst, or NSFW

“Your heart is beating so fast right now.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“You’re making me lose my mind.”

“I don’t get it, I really don’t get you.”

“Wait, are you sure?”

Fluff

“Have you ever felt like this before?”

“Can you stay with me?”

“Do you believe in soulmates?”

“Can I see your beautiful smile?”

“Please, can this moment last forever?”

“Can you feel my heart beating?”

“One kiss is never enough”

“I cannot find the words to describe how I feel about you.”

“You can always talk to me, I will always be here for you.”

“I’ve missed you so much.”

Angst prompts

“Do you love me?”

“Is it worth it?”

“Why are you lying?”

“When did it all go wrong?”

“How is any of this okay?”

“Do you care at all?”

“Have you ever actually thought about how I would feel about this?”

“I’m glad I finally get to see who you really are.”

“Please, don’t make this worse than it already is.”

“Please, don’t leave me alone.”

NSFW Prompts

“I want to please you.”

“I want to mark you, so everyone can see how I feel about you.”

“Your eyes are saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same.”

“I can’t ever seem to get enough of you.”

“I told you, you would eventually start begging.”

“If you don’t use your words how will I know what you want?”

“This is all for you so just relax and let me take care of you.”

“You like it when I pull your hair hard like that? You like it when I make you feel like that’s all you're good for?”

“I know you can take more”

“Why are you wearing that? Oh god, no, you need to go change.” “Why? Because all you really want is to bend me over the counter and-.”

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Finally wait 7-10 business days for said fic to be posted.

Marco: I think you mean a couple of days depending on the number of requests-yoi.

A couple of days, depending on the number of requests! Enjoy and thanks for following me!

Oh! One last thing! You’re allowed to send in more than one request! I don’t mind!

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kcatta-wodahs · 4 years ago

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Making Lore Out of the Angel Event

Im the definition of 'its not that deep but I'm going to dig a hole to make it that deep'

In this case its me making it that deep because otherwise this event is upsetting so I'm making some dark lore theories to make it make sense to me.

I'll have a lot of spoilers below. For the event and everything I know, which is up to like lesson 32 I think.

Basically, TLDR; this was an attack by Michael/their Father on Devildom. Simeon and Diavolo have successfully negated the threat by turning it into a game.

TLDR Thesis; The Celestial Realm is governed through careful mind control. The Demon Bros are not "avatars" because of being demons- they have been cursed by their Father to suffer as no other demon nor angel has to.

First we hear direct from Michael, and he's giving these bangles that appear to brainwash the main cast.

This was an attempt by their Father to bring them back under his control. By control, I mean this literally.

I've felt for a long time that the way the Celestial Realm seems to be run is... shady. It's a utopia to outside appearances only, and those who have been most deeply embroiled in the Great Celestial War know this.

The Great Celestial War was over free will, rather than the specifics of Lilith's situation. She was the catalyst for a long-time-coming revolt against the rulers of the Celestial Realm.

My logic for this:

The reason for Lilith's expulsion goes against the current action plan of the Celestial Realm. Peace between the realms? Sure, but their Father is bound to realize that you put angels, humans, and demons together you're going to end up with more angels like Lilith, who fall for other races. Why would he accept this truce if he lost his favored children over an issue that is very similar? Did he have a change of heart? Heavens no.

Luke's behaviour towards the demon's seems case-and-point. Luke is not the strange one out of the angelic transfer students- Simeon is. Not only that, Simeon is chosen not in an attempt to promote peace, but to protect Luke from being influenced. (Which is, again, the whole point\of the exchange program.)

That time we went to the Celestial Realm for real - Lucifer was worried. Scared, even. This can be explained by, you know, the War and Lilith.. but I wonder if it may be more sinister. Like perhaps being brainwashed.

Diavolo and Barbatos weren’t required to wear bangles to become less “demon-like” for the “party”. This is because the bangles were a ploy to get the brothers back.

My theory is that when an angel begins to show signs of rebellion or questioning the divine order, they are forcibly stopped. Michael is that enforcer, and these 'gifts' are a method of stopping them.

The bangles cause a person to act *perfectly angelic* against their free will. The people affected become all smiles and sunshine, so clearly nothing could be wrong with it, right? They’re happy, right?

No. Very not right, and we can see that through Satan.

Poor Satan is always the exception to the rule of the Brothers, as his circumstances are different from everyone else's.

In this case though, he's the one who provides insight on this mind control.

Let me remind you of the quotes Satan gives us during this time:

“I feel worked up.” “I don’t feel like myself at all.”

“It feels like something foreign is forcing my heart to be calm.” “Like my heart... becoming tranquil.”

Satan has never been an angel. He has never experienced this before. He has something the other brothers don’t: self-reflection. Satan can tell the difference between his feelings and feelings that are being imposed upon him. He tells you what he feels - “worked up” and “not like himself” and he is not smiling during this. He’s clearly unhappy, even though an angel might say he should feel unburdened by losing his anger.

He even mentions this.

“Normally, that wouldn’t seem like something bad, right?” “Something isn’t right.” “Maybe you shouldn’t come near me when I’m in this state.”

Satan is under the effects of the bangle, being forced to act angelic, but he can tell something “isn’t right.” He clearly shows that he thinks this is a “bad” thing, not because being calm is bad, but because it’s not “normal”. And can I remind you that he’s the Avatar of Wrath? The Sin that is most likely to be dangerous to be around - and yet it’s only when his anger is forcibly quelled that he thinks you should stay away from him. He knows that this is not something to desire. He knows that it is not happiness.

“I can’t concentrate on reading today.”

I mean, he’s obviously going through a lot, so that’s fair. But I have the theory that if he were to try and research this condition he wouldn’t be able to either. I have a theory about the Garden of Eden. My theory is about Paradise.

Remember when Eve ate the fruit? Do you know what that fruit was? Sin?

No. That fruit was knowledge.

Specifically, knowledge of good and evil. Now, why would this knowledge be something to keep from those under the control of the Celestial Realm? It sounds rather like they might be able to then make their own decisions of what is right and wrong.

Satan has known this from the beginning. Knowledge is power. The Ruler of the Celestial Realm, the other demons’ Father, knows this, too.

Why are there no other Avatars?

Sin was not something inherent to Devildom. Sin is a judgement sent from the Celestial Realm. There are no other Avatars because they are a wholly angelic creation. There are other posts that have examined the Sins as outlets, and how each of the brothers are attempting to find ways to allow themselves to express their sin so it does not overtake them.

From the get-go, we are shown that these Sins are a defining point for the brothers, but we’re also shown that they cause more trouble than anything else. Again, part-and-parcel of being a demon, right?

So why aren’t other demons like this?

Look at Diavolo and Barbatos, or even just the background demons who work across Devildom. Look at No. 2. They are all far more complex, and could even be considered normal. No. 2 is specifically meant to be based off of Mammon and his greed, but is much more rounded when we interact with it.

If Diavolo is meant to be the ruler of demonkind -- the paragon of what a demon should be -- then why would he not be the epitome of all of these Sins in one? What is Diavolo, instead?

Diavolo is accepting.

Hold up a moment here. What? Sorry y’all but it sounds to me like Mr. Demon Daddy King trusts his son enough to pass the kingdom on to him... so that must mean that Diavolo is behaving as a demon should.

Barbatos doesn’t question Diavolo’s choices. Nobody does. He’s an all around popular ruler. Devildom seems to be quite.. the opposite of what we’ve been trained to expect, huh? Trained by who exactly?

What are the Demon Brothers?

Cursed. They don’t act like other demons because they’re not like other demons. When they rebelled against their Father, they were punished for this act, but I posit that the punishment and the exile were two different acts. Their Father knew that leaving the Celestial Realm was not punishment to those who desired free will. So instead, he gave them Sin. Something that Demons are not normally bound to.

But how would the brothers know this? They only know what they’ve been taught by angels about demons. Surely these new, pressing desires come from turning into demons..?

So, why was this not taken seriously?

Short answer: it was. But in the way that aligns with Diavolo’s ultimate goals.

Diavolo wants peace.

Let’s Talk About Simeon

Simeon is an enigma and a half isn’t he?

Simeon is close with Michael, closer than Luke in any case. Now, I’ll be honest, I can’t remember if it was a fanfiction I read that said this or if it was canon so uh - forgive me. But Simeon was chosen to accompany Luke as an exchange student so that Luke would get some education. Simeon says this is to help relations, as Diavolo wants, but of course that’s what you would say as a sleeper agent?

Now, don’t get sad. Because we love Simeon here and we support him.

Simeon is wise and neutral. He seems to support the brothers, and even still wishes to foster a relationship with them. This could be seen as an attempt to bring them back, or some such, but I like to think that Simeon knows what’s wrong with the Celestial Realm.

Simeon, however, doesn’t think that a revolt can solve it. Simeon is working with Diavolo to create a form of peace - and has been transparent about the fact that Michael chose him to prevent Luke from being corrupted. I like to think he’s also been transparent with Diavolo about Michael’s actual goal.

Simeon believes that the races should co-exist and love freely. How could love be evil, after all? Whether or not this is a new concept to him (because of his falling for you) or if this is just who he is, I’ll leave up to you and your preferences, but since he is now no longer undateable, it is established that he does not believe love between angels and humans to be bad - as his Father did with Lilith.

What happened, then?

My theory is that Simeon told Diavolo that Michael had given him a task - to give these bangles to the brothers to remind them of the joy they were missing by disobeying the Divine Order. Either that, or to brainwash them into coming back home.

Simeon’s position would be revealed to Michael if he didn’t give the brothers the bangles, but he does not want to instigate another war either. So he told Diavolo Michael’s plan.

Diavolo wants peace, and he knows that with time, the brothers can overcome this mind control as they had in the past - especially with his help.

So thus comes the “party”.

An excuse to make the bangles seem like a “harmless” gift, that had only gone wrong because of strange magical interference, when really they had done exactly what they were supposed to.

And a wonderful way to maintain peace while leaving the Celestial Realm to stew in their own pots.

Simeon gets to maintain his facade for everyone - and put on a show for Michael as being loyal. He also gets to show Luke that perhaps being wholly angelic isn’t the way for some people, letting him learn a little more about peaceful coexistence. Nothing happens to ruin Diavolo’s grand plan for peace, and he gets to learn more about the curse that is set upon his friends - One that he hopes to be able to break someday, so they can live their lives unfettered by their Father.

#okay this has gone on long enough #i have other ideas about satan in this whole situation but this is my canon now okay #the celestial realm is shady af #Our group of friends are the ones trying to rebel against it #but also are the victims of what happens if you do #man i wish that they would go into deep lore and plot like this in the game #but its an otome so i can't really expect that #anyway this is how im going to treat the whole thing #obey me lore #lore #bast babbles #obey me event #angel event #obey me angel event #obey me #obey me shall we date #obswd #headcanons

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