#ooc -> you know this guy is dancing around his room with Magic To do blasting in his headphones

[local-ginger-snap]

what's your favourite song/s?

Hmm... right, let's check the Spotify playlists and figure this out.

Alright, Blue Hair by TV Girl, Roxanne by The Police and Magic To Do from Pippin.

[soulaires]

I need me some Kenji kishimoto fics!!! Maybe like he's drunk and aarom calls u so u so u have to pick him up and he's being a lil suggestive and goofy and fluffy and stuff!!!

My Girl.

pairings: kenji kishimoto x f!reader

summary: kenji is drunk and absolutely have no brakes.

warnings: ooc, alcohol, drunk, suggestive themes.

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authors note: I know this ask is ages ago but i just cant write something very similar to my old one so I did some twist to make it different. Enjoy! Also not proofread and I wrote this at midnight. Excuse it lmao.

Kenji had always been a tough nut to crack, but that night, the alcohol had done its magic, leaving him in a state of blissful inebriation. He, along with Aaron and  Adam, had gathered for a boys' night out. 

Kenji had decided it was high time for a boys' night out. He'd invited his best buddies, Warner and Adam, for a night of fun and revelry. Little did they know that Kenji had a surprise in store for them, something that would shatter their preconceived notions and send their jaws dropping. They didn't know that you and Kenji had been secretly dating for a while.

As the night progressed, Kenji became increasingly intoxicated, his inhibitions fading away like smoke in the wind. He couldn't help himself, and in his drunken state, he decided to let the cat out of the bag. With a wide, goofy grin, he began to regale his friends with stories about his amazing girlfriend (you).

"Guys, guys," he began, clearly intoxicated already, "you won't believe it, but I have the most amazing, pretty, talented, and hot girlfriend in the world!"

"I'm the luckiest guy, seriously." He slurred, leaning heavily on his friend's shoulder.

His friends exchanged bewildered glances. Adam chuckled, "Kenji, man, you've had one too many. Are you sure you're not just imagining this incredible girlfriend of yours?"

Warner and Adam exchanged incredulous glances, thinking that Kenji was simply caught up in the moment, or perhaps he was just too drunk to know what he was saying. "Come on, kishimoto," Warner chuckled, "you've had a few too many. Are you sure you're not just... imagining things?"

Kenji, however, was adamant. "No, I'm not making this up, guys. I'm serious. She's real, and she's mine!"

Adam chimed in, clearly amused, "Well, we've known you for a while, Kenji, and you've never mentioned a girlfriend before. Are you sure you're not delusional?"

Kenji shook his head vigorously, causing his unruly hair to flop around. "No, I'm not imagining. She's real, and she's mine!"

Warner, never one to care, chimed in, "Come on, kishimoto. You've been known to exaggerate when you've had a few drinks. You’re just being delusional."

"No, no, no!" Kenji insisted. "I'll prove it to you guys. I'll call her right now!"

Kenji clumsily fished his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the buttons and nearly dropping it on the floor. He scrolled through his contacts, searching for the one name that meant the world to him. Finally, he found it— My Pretty Girl 🤍.

With unsteady hands, Kenji pressed the call button, the phone ringing in his ear. He leaned back and grinned at his friends, pride bubbling in his drunken heart. "You'll see!"

As his fingers danced across the screen, Warner and Adam watched with growing skepticism. They fully expected Kenji to dial a random number or play a prank on them. However, they couldn't have been more wrong.

Kenji, with a triumphant grin, put his phone on speaker mode as the call connected. Suddenly, a sweet and soothing voice filled the room, uttering, "Kenji? Baby? Do you need me to pick you up now?"

Warner and Adam exchanged a perplexed glance before their eyes widened in shock. The voice on the other end sounded awfully familiar, and the nickname 'Baby' was a clear giveaway.

Kenji beamed with delight, staring at his friends. "See! I told you she's real!"

Adam recovered from his shock first, shouting, “YOU ARE DATING Y/N ???”

Kenji ignored their comments and continued talking to you. "Pretty girl, I miss you."

You couldn't help but smile. "I miss you too, Kenji. Do you need a ride home?" 

Kenji's eyes sparkled as he leaned closer to the phone, his voice laced with a hint of flirtation. "I need more than just a ride home, Y/N."

As the night came to a close, Kenji's friends decided it was time for him to go home. He was, after all, unable to stand on his own at this point. Kenji's intoxication levels continued to rise. 

Kenji had other plans, though. He was in high spirits and wanted nothing more than to see you. "I need my baby. I can't stand being away from her" he declared, much to his friends' amusement. 

When it was finally time to leave, Warner knew they couldn't leave Kenji alone in his state. He grabbed Kenji's phone and scrolled through his contacts to find the number saved under "My Pretty Girl 🤍."

The call is connected, and your voice on the other end can be heard. "Kenji? Is everything okay?"

“Hey, Y/N, it’s me. Come pick your drunk boyfriend up before he embarrasses himself.” 

“Oh Warner, hey. Yeah I’ll pick him up. Please give him water to drink to sober up.” 

“Yes, ma’am,” he said, voice thick with sarcasm. 

When you arrived, Kenji was in no condition to stand, let alone walk. He practically lunged at you, wrapping his arms around your waist and nuzzling into your neck. "You're amazing," he slurred, his warm breath tickling your skin. "So pretty. So hot."

You couldn't help but laugh, feeling a warmth in your heart. "Thank you, kenj."

As Kenji stumbled toward you, he was all smiles, his neediness and clinginess on full display. He hugged you tightly, whispered sweet compliments in your ear, and planted tender kisses along your neck.

You couldn't help but smile, your heart filled with love for this man who, even in his most inebriated state, couldn't contain his affection for you.

As you left the bar, Kenji couldn't keep his hands off you. He was floating, and every step was punctuated by laughter, stolen kisses, and playful touches.

He kept his arm wrapped around your shoulders, his fingers gently tracing patterns on your arm. 

"You're so pretty," he murmured, his breath warm against your ear as he placed sweet kisses on your neck. "So, so pretty." 

You couldn't help but blush at his compliments, despite knowing that he was under the influence. Kenji, always the charming one, had now added a touch of playfulness to his usually affectionate nature. You decided to tease him a little. "Kenji, are you trying to sweet-talk your way into getting a ride home?" 

Kenji let out a soft, tipsy chuckle, his lips grazing your earlobe. "Mhm, no. A way to make you scream my name tonight, though."

"Kenji, you're a mess," you chuckled, wrapping your arms around him as he swayed slightly.

"I'm not a mess, I'm a masterpiece!" he declared proudly, peppering your face with a series of sloppy kisses.

As you guys made your way towards the exit, Kenji kept stealing glances at you, his compliments flowing as freely as the liquor in his veins. "You're the most beautiful person in the world, you know that, right?" he slurred. His words were genuine, even if they were slightly incoherent.

The journey from the bar to the car was a wobbly one. Kenji couldn't seem to walk in a straight line, and he insisted on holding your hand with a grip that told you just how much he needed your support.

Once you guys were safely ensconced in the car, Kenji wasted no time in attempting to become one with the passenger seat. "I love this car," he mumbled as he hugged the headrest.

His antics didn't stop there. Kenji kept stealing kisses every few minutes, his lips landing anywhere they pleased – your cheeks, your nose, your forehead, your neck, your hands, even your ear. It was all rather comical and sweet, in a completely ridiculous way. "You taste like strawberries and sex" he remarked with a dreamy look in his eyes.

The car finally came to a halt outside you and his shared apartment building, and Kenji's drunken demeanor was still in full swing. He insisted on being carried upstairs, which was a considerable feat considering his weight. 

When you arrived home, Kenji clung to you, reluctant to let you go. He peppered your face with kisses, laughing and whispering sweet nothings.

Kenji, now sitting on the couch, looked at you with puppy dog eyes. "I need more kisses," he pouted, his bottom lip sticking out.

You couldn't help but oblige. His neediness was endearing, and even though he was drunk, you couldn't resist his affection. 

As you kissed his forehead, down to his cheeks, nose and to his lips, he quickly deepened it, a groan falling from his lips as he pulled you closer to him, sitting you to his lap.

"Kenji.. we can't. You are drunk" you said as you pulled away, while your boyfriend chased your lips.

"But baby, I need you right now, please. I fucking need to feel you." He insisted. 

"We can't. You are drunk, love" 

"My pretty baby, my best girl, my baby doll. Let me take care of you, please. I just need you so bad.." he begged you once again and you could not help but to let out a whimper. 

"I know you want to, princess." 

"Not when you are clearly drunk, okay?" You reasoned out and he pouted. He fucking pouted.

So, you stood up, playing 'Dancing Queen' by Abba as you invited him to dance.

The living room turned into a make-shift dance floor as you guys swayed to the melody, his head resting on your shoulder.

He began to mimic the bizarre dance moves of a famous pop star, twirling around the room with an exaggerated flair that left you both in fits of giggles. "I should audition for 'Dance moms,' don't you think?" he teased, striking a ridiculous pose.

As the hours passed, Kenji's antics faded, and he succumbed to the heavy pull of sleep. You tucked him into bed, his face still wearing a contented smile, and you could not help but smile back.

[xaracosmia]

ꕥ — WELCOME TO MARE COSMIA, COLE. 🌓

ꕥ  — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: Swerve age: 25 oronouns: he/she/they ooc contact: swearthling on tumblr and twt other characters in xc: brainiac 5, teruki hanazawa, gorgug thistlespring, red son

ꕥ  — IC INFORMATION;

name: Cole Brookstone age: 25 pronouns: he/him series: Lego Ninjago canon point: post s13 app triggers: parent death/maternal death

personality: 

Cole is a rock. He is, really. He’s always there for his friends and family, always a solid support to lean on when you need one. Maybe that’s what gives him such a knack for making friends and allies wherever he goes - and more than that, Cole has a talent for rallying people together towards a common good.

He’s relaxed a lot since he was younger, but he used to be the most serious person in any given room. That sense of responsibility hasn’t left him, but he’s more comfortable taking a step back, and taking things a little easier. Even at his most stick-in-the-mud, Cole’s never without a sense of humor, too. He can be a goofball just as much as any of his friends, and doesn’t get too bogged down by pessimism. It’s better to keep focused on the task at hand (maybe seriously, yeah - maybe even party-pooperingly) than to feel defeated before you’ve actually been beaten. Cole tries not to do the bad guys’ job for them.

The rare times where Cole does find himself feeling defeated, it hits him hard. Usually, that takes something pretty drastic, and one slide down the hill towards defeatism can be all it takes for him to spiral.

But even when he falls down, nobody’s better at picking themself back up again. And bringing as many people as he can carry back up with him.

something your muse struggles with: He’s usually the person that holds everyone around him up, and he tends to crumble fast when it’s him that needs the help. His mistakes and shortcomings distract him.

your muse’s greatest strength: He stands up to cruelty and injustice, always.

background:

With a dad in a successful, competitive musical group and a mom passing down her role as a magical hero of the downtrodden, Cole did not grow up in a house without expectations.

He has a lot of fond memories of his childhood, and a whole lot of them, unsurprisingly, involved dancing. While he wouldn’t know about his mother’s adventures until he was on adventures of his own, he always knew that what his father wanted for him was to follow in his footsteps (one and two and one and two).  That might have been fine when Cole was a kid, but things changed when his mom got sick. 

She was sick for a long time, and powerful as she was, Lilly died when Cole was a teenager. Everyone grieves differently, but from grief as well, Cole couldn’t understand how his dad wasn’t as sad or as angry as he felt. Plunging yourself into your work to cope looks a lot like just singing and dancing, when you’re a singer and dancer. They grew farther and farther apart from each other after Lilly’s passing. 

They grew so far apart that eventually, when dropped off at a performing arts academy, Cole just…left. Walked away into the world to figure something out for himself, letting his dad believe he was still living at school.

Everyone grieves differently, Cole started climbing mountains. It was nice, having something to use all of his focus and strength on, working through a physical challenge instead of an emotional one.

Cole wanted something to channel his strength towards, and a better direction was presented to him by a stranger at the top of a mountain one day, who offered him a chance to be a hero, and learn how to use the power he inherited from his mother.

Of course that’s what he did. An entire family of best friends, a few near-death experiences, and one all-the-way death experience later, and that’s what he’s doing, always.

powers / abilities: 

Earth Elemental - as the elemental master of earth, cole can control ground and rocks in pretty much every imaginable way. 

Lava punch / super strength - a subset of his elemental powers, just a little to the left. He can punch real good.

inherent abilities: 

classically trained dancer

ninja

items / weapons: 

Hammer - his recent weapon of choice.

starting ability: Earth Elemental powers

starting item: nah he doesn’t get one

extra:  

please be nice to me. please be nice to me. pl

his last name technically isn’t canon and i actually don’t know where it came from, but i like it

his age isn’t canon either but i am playing him at this okay

discord id: master.of.the.mountain.

[mandowh0re]

The One Where Everybody Finds Out

Summary: The team finds out about you and Loki.

A/N: So I literally took the entire episode of The One Where Everybody Finds Out from Friends and rewrote it for the Avengers. This may have been done before with either Loki or another character, and I've definitely seen it done with other Friends episodes. This is super long because I literally used every line of dialogue in every scene (except for Ross attempting to win the apartment) and then added or changed them enough to fit the characters. Some of this may be OOC but it was the best I could do with the situation they're all in. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Implied smut

Word Count: 6274

Tony as Ross, Natasha as Rachel and Phoebe, Wanda as Rachel and Phoebe, Peter as Phoebe, Loki as Chandler, reader as Monica, and Thor as Joey.

Happy Reading!

“Oh, hey you guys, look! They’re installing the new training grounds outside!”

There’s collective sounds of acknowledgement from the team as they all get up from their spots, walking over to where Wanda stood in front of the floor to ceiling windows. You can feel Loki standing a bit too close to your back, but luckily everyone is too distracted to notice.

“I’d say from the looks of it, Tony went all out.” Natasha states, looking at all the new fancy equipment that was being unloaded and installed.

“Ironically, it was actually Steve who went all out. I just paid for it.”

“Awh, I’ll miss sweating my tits off in that tiny gym.” Natasha says. You snicker.

“That’s repulsive.” Loki rolls his eyes and returns to his place on the couch.

Tony glares at Nat, “Hey, it’s not my fault that the AC is always broken.”

“Aren’t you a mechanic?” Bucky asks.

“Not an HVAC mechanic. There’s a big difference, tough guy.”

“I am excited for this new space! I will be able to call upon the lightning in training!” Thor booms.

“Yes, and kill everyone on the field.” Loki replies nonchalantly, never looking up from his book.

Thor rolls his eyes and everyone returns to their former spots. You sit back in your spot next to Loki, sitting criss cross on the couch and discreetly touching your knee to high thigh.

It’s the small touches you sneak when you think nobody is looking, that make your heart skip just a beat faster.

***

“Oh my gods, I love this setup! It's got something for everyone!” Tony is absolutely giddy with excitement, walking around the newly installed equipment that had been set up outside, “Isn’t it perfect? I never realized how little we were working with before!”

“Well that is because we really only ever trained by fighting hand to hand.” Natasha replies, inspecting part of the obstacle course.

Tony nods, putting his hands in his pockets. He watches as Peter easily climbs a wall that’s part of the course Nat is looking at.

“It’s amazing!” Wanda chirps, “Steve really outdid himself this time.”

“Speaking of Steve, he was supposed to meet us out here like ten minutes ago. I’m gonna go find him.” Tony says, pulling his phone out to try and get a hold of his boyfriend.

As the billionaire disappears into the compound, Nat walks up to Wanda.

“I never thought I’d say this, but I can’t wait to sweat my tits off out here.” She says, the comment matching the one she made a few days ago.

Wanda lets out a quiet cackle, watching as Nat walks towards some machinery across the yard that caught her eye.

Wanda walks towards the teenager and looks around, excited to have so much more to practice and train her magic with. While Loki was more than glad to train with her using his own magic, she always had to hold back with almost everyone else.

She watches as Peter jumps and climbs his way through the course, looking like he’s having the time of his life, when she sees a separate movement out of the corner of her eye. She looks up to see you and Loki standing in a window, facing each other and talking.

“Oh look! There’s Y/N and Loki. Hey!” She waves up at them, but they don’t see her.

Peter’s attention is now caught and he stops in his tracks, looking up at the same window.

“Hey!” Peter calls, waving his own hands.

Suddenly, you and Loki are stripping each other of clothes, and Peter makes a squaking sound, covering his eyes.

“Ah! Oh!” Wanda shouts, her eyes blowing wide as she sees the events unfold. She uses her magic to pull Peter back to her so she can shield his innocent eyes, “Ahh!”

“What?” Nat asks, jogging back up to the pair.

Wanda points to the window that harbored the offending scene, with the hand that isn’t currently shielding Peter’s eyes.

“Y/N and Loki! Y/N and Loki!”

Nat looks up to see what the other two are flipping out about, only to see Loki shove you up against the window, completely bare.

“Oh my god!” Nat’s voice goes up an octave.

“Oh!”

“Oh my god!”

“Y/N and Loki!” Wanda screams.

“Oh my god!”

“My eyes! My eyes!” Peter screams. Wanda turns them both away from the building.

“Peter! Wanda!” Nat steps in front of them, hands out to try and calm them.

“Oh!” Wanda yells again, screwing here eyes shut.

“Okay! It’s okay! It’s okay!” Nat tries to placate them.

Peter removes Wanda’s hand from his face, “No! They’re doing it!” He yells, turning to point at you and Loki before Nat quickly grabs his arm and turns him back to her.

“I know! I know! I know!”

“You know?” Peter yells back.

“You know?” Wanda echoes him.

“Yes! I know, and Thor knows, but Tony doesn’t know so you have to stop screaming!”

Out of nowhere, Tony walks up to the small group, “Hey, what’s going on?”

The three of them scream in surprise, Peter throwing his hands in the air and jumping, screaming the loudest.

“Hi! Hi!”

Concern etches itself on Tony’s face, “What? What?” He steps towards his kid, arms reaching out and eyes scanning for any injuries.

“Hi! Nothing!” Peter yells, jumping around Tony to make him look away from the compound. He really didn’t need to see his daughter being fucked against a window by the one person on the team he trusts least, “Oh, gods, we’re just so excited about all the new equipment!” Peter claps his hands.

Tony smiles, now realizing it’s all just Peter having a hyperactive episode, “Yeah, actually it looks really good-” He says as he turns back to look at everything, but is cut off when Wanda yells and copies Peter’s movements to pull Tony’s gaze back away from the building.

“It looks amazing!” She screams, clapping and jumping up and down next to Peter.

Nat steps around Tony too so he doesn’t have a reason to turn back around.

“Get in here! Come on!” Peter yells, motioning for his father figure to join their happy dance.

Tony smiles before letting out a happy squeal and jumping into the little group dance, all of them jumping and screaming, aside from Natasha who was smirking and biting her lip to keep from laughing.

***

“You mean whenever Y/N and Loki were like, you know, doing laundry. Or going grocery shopping, or- Oh!” Wanda gasps, “All that time Y/N spent on the phone with Margo back in her hometown?”

They sit on Wanda’s bed, coffee in hand. Peter was leaned against her headboard playing Among Us on his phone, sound blocking headphones in. He was traumatized from what he saw earlier in the day, and he didn’t feel like seeing or talking to anyone, so the girls let him hang with them while they gossiped.

Nat nods, “Uh huh. Doing it, doing it, phone doing it.”

Wanda gasps again, “Oh, I can’t believe it! I mean I think it’s great!” There’s a pause, “For him. She might be able to do better.”

There’s a knock at the door before it opens slightly to reveal Thor. He leans against the doorframe and crosses his arms.

“Hello, what are you all up to?”

“Thor! Come here!” Nat says, jumping up and pulling him into the room, closing the door behind him.

Thor moves to sit on the desk chair, which looks like a doll chair compared to him, “What?”

“Wanda and Peter just found out about Loki and Y/N.”

Thor’s brows furrow and his eyes get wide, “You mean how they’re friends and nothing more?” His eyes narrow at the ex-assassin.

Nat rolls her eyes, “No, no Thor. They know. We were outside checking out the new training grounds and we saw them doing it through the window. Actually we saw them doing it up against the window.”

Wanda joins in, “Okay, so now they know you know,” She points to Thor, “And they don’t know that Nat knows?”

The god looks like he’s thinking hard for a moment before he speaks, “... Yes. But, you know what? It doesn’t matter who knows what. Now, enough of us know, that we could just tell them we know!” He says excitedly, “Then all the lying and secrets will finally be over!”

Nat nods, and Wanda gets a smirk on her face.

“Or, we could not tell them we know, and have a little fun of our own!” The witch giggles.

“Wait, well what do you mean?” Nat asks, turning back to face Wanda.

“Well every time that they say they’re like, doing laundry, we’ll just give them a bunch of laundry to do!”

Nat’s mouth forms an ‘O’ in understanding, “Ohh,” She claps silently, “I would enjoy that.”

Thor looks horrified, “Oh no no no. No wait wait. You know what would be even more fun? Telling them.”

Nat looks at him, but she’s already hyped up, “Nah, I wanna do Wanda’s thing.”

“I can’t take anymore-”

“Oh you don’t have to do anything. Just don’t tell them that we know!” Wanda snaps.

“No! I can’t take any more secrets!” Thor whines, running a hand down his face, “I’ve got your secrets, I’ve got their secrets, I’ve got secrets of my own, you know.”

“You don’t have any secrets.” Nat narrows her eyes.

“Oh yeah? You don’t know about Squish, my stuffed octopus.” Thor throes back before his eyes go wide.

It’s silent between all of them for a few seconds before Wanda clears her throat, “So, um,” She veers the conversation back to the situation at hand, turning back to Nat, “How are we gonna mess with them?”

Thor groans and leans back in the chair.

“Well, you could use your position, you know, as the best friend. And then I would use, you know, the strongest tool at my disposal. My sexuality.”

There’s another knock at the door.

“Come in!” Wanda calls.

The door opens to reveal Loki. Peter blushes furiously when he looks up to see the other god, and looks back to down, gluing his eyes on his phone.

“Hello, children.”

Everyone in the room replies with hellos.

“Y/N cannot find her journal. Have any of you heathens seen it?”

There’s a string of denials, nobody having seen the black leather journal you tend to carry around.

Nat turns to Wanda and winks, noticing Peter is now looking at her, and stands up to head towards Loki.

“Uh, hello?” Loki says, watching Nat approach him.

“Hey,” She says, finally stepping in front of him, “Oh wow, that jacket looks great on you.”

Loki quirks a brow and glances down at his clothing, then back to Nat, “Um, thanks?”

“Yeah, the material looks so soft,” She says as she strokes his arm, “Oh hello muscles,” She purrs, squeezing his bicep, “Have you been working out?”

Loki looks incredibly puzzled, “Yes, but need I remind you I am also a god.”

Suddenly Nat is giggling. Since when-

“Are you ill?”

She finishes giggling and looks in his eyes, “Well, if you really want to know,” She looks down at her hands, “Um- Oh I can’t tell you this.”

Loki shifts his weight onto the other foot, glancing at the other three behind her, then focusing back on her.

“While I do not enjoy discussing emotions, I can tolerate you more than most humans. If you would like to discuss something on your mind, I would not object.”

“Well actually, you’re the one person I can’t tell this to, and the one person I want to the most.”

“What the Norns is going on?” He asks, growing increasingly disturbed by this interaction.

“I think it’s just, you know, that I haven’t been with someone in so long and, you know how sometimes you’re looking for something and you just don’t even see that it’s right there in front of you dressed in a black suit…”

Loki glances down at himself again and his brows fly up for a split second as he looks back up to Nat.

“Oh no, have I said too much?” She coos, placing a hand on her chest, “Well, it’s just something to think about. I know I will.” She giggles again and walks over to where she set her mug down, bending at the waist and making an ‘oop’ sound, picking it up and then walks out of the room and past Loki, shooting him a wink.

Loki raises a brow at Thor, who has his face in his hands. Wanda is biting her lip to stop from bursting into a fit of laughter, and Peter’s cheeks are dusted pink with his eyes wide in shock.

***

“You are so cute. How did you get to be so cute?” You ask, looking down at Loki. He’s sprawled on his bed with his arm around you, tracing his fingers along your spine.

“I am not cute. I am a god. Handsome or pretty will do.”

You giggle in response, “Okay now you’re even cuter.” You tease, leaning down to kiss him.

“You know, that seems to be a popular opinion today, I must say.”

“What?”

“Well, the weirdest thing happened earlier today. I think… I believe Natasha was coming onto me.”

You chuckle, “What are you talking about?”

“I’m telling you, I think Natasha thinks I’m alluring.”

You look up at the wall and quirk a brow, then look back at him, “It’s not possible.”

“Ow?” Loki says, lifting his hands in a motion akin to ‘what the hel’.

You chuckle, “I’m sorry, it’s just… I mean Nat just thinks of you in a charming, sexless kind of way.”

“Oh well you know I… I can’t hear that enough.”

“I’m sorry, I just think you misunderstood her.”

Loki sits up, “No, I did not misunderstand. Humans are simple creatures-”

You narrow your eyes.

“Except for you, my darling,” He tries to placate, “But she was all over me. She touched my bicep for crying out loud.”

You grab his arm, and smirk, “This bicep?”

“Well it’s not flexed right now.”

You snort and fall back onto the bed in a fit of giggles.

***

You walk out of the elevator into the common room, headed to the kitchenette for some water.

“Hey, Y/N. What are you doing right now? You wanna come see a movie with us?” Nat asks, flipping through her magazine.

You stutter in your movements, hoping nobody noticed, and continue getting your water, “Uh, you know what, I was actually gonna do some laundry.”

You were out on a jog when Loki had texted you a long paragraph about what he wanted to do to you when you got back. Needless to say, you cut your jog short, turned around, and came straight back. When you turned back around to face your friends, you glanced at Loki, who was sitting on the loveseat with a book in hand. The fucker had the audacity to smirk.

Nat and Wanda look at each other, sharing a knowing look.

“Loki, you wanna do it with me?”

He closes his book and sets it down next to him, standing off of the couch, “Sure, I’ll do it with you.”

Nat smirks and stands, “Okay great! Hold on a sec.” She says before running out of the room. She returns a few minutes later with a large hamper full of laundry, “Ugh, here you go,” She sets it down behind the couch, “You don’t mind do you? That would really help me out a lot. Thanks!”

“Uh…” You look at her, not really sure how to respond.

“Oh! I have some too!” Wanda says.

You finally come out of your stupor, “Wait! Why am I doing everyone’s laundry? Do your own!”

Wanda makes a pouty face, “Because you love us and we asked nicely?”

You look at her incredulously before rolling your eyes, “Fine.”

Nat looks at her watch, “Oh! Alright, honey, we’d better go if we wanna catch that movie.”

They grab their jackets and bags, saying goodbye as they leave.

“Bye, Loki! I miss you already.” Nat says as she passes him, pinching his butt before entering the elevator with Wanda.

Once the doors slide shut, Loki looks at you, “Okay, did you see that?” He says hysterically, “With the inappropriate and the pinching?”

You nod, “Actually I did.”

“Okay so now do you believe that she’s attracted to me?”

You blink a few times, pieces of the situation coming together. Suddenly, your heart drops to your stomach.

“Oh my gods!” You look at the elevator and step around the counter towards the common room where Loki stood, “Oh my gods, she knows about us!”

“You are serious??”

“Natasha knows and she’s just trying to freak us out!” You throw your hands in the air, water bottle still clutched, “That’s the only explanation for it!”

Loki leans his head forward and raises his brows, “Okay but what about my pinchable butt and my bulging biceps?” He throws out an arm and runs his opposite hand over the lean limb before recognition settles over his face, “She knows!”

***

The door to Thor’s room flies open, startling the god, and both you and Loki enter.

“Thor.” Loki snaps, walking up to him, you hot on his tail. It looks like he had been in the middle of a nap.

“Yeah?” He says, throwing Squish behind a pillow.

You roll your eyes and Loki runs a hand down his face.

“Natasha knows about us.” Loki says, motioning between you and him.

Thor looks at you before furrowing his brows, “Well I didn’t tell them!”

“Them?” You hiss, “Who’s them?”

Thor looks guilty as he looks between the two of you, “Uhh, Natasha… And Thor.”

“Thor…” You warn.

“... And Wanda and Peter.”

You and Loki look at each other in annoyment.

Thor stands from his bed, “I would have told you, but they made me promise not to tell!”

“Odin’s beard!” Loki bites.

“I’m sorry!” Thor apologizes, and he does look sorry, “But hey! It’s over now, right? Cause you can tell them you know they know, and I can go back to knowing absolutely nothing!”

An idea pops into your mind, “Unless-”

“No, not ‘unless’! Look, this must end now!”

You ignore Thor’s small outburst, “Oh man, they think they are so slick messing with us! But see they don’t know that we know that they know. So…”

Thor looks confused as all hell by now, but realization dawns on Loki, “Ah, yes. The pranksters become the victims!”

Thor rolls his eyes, making an irritated noise, and flops back onto his bed.

***

Natasha, Wanda, and Peter are all hanging out in the common room playing Mario Kart when Natasha’s phone rings.

She pauses the game, putting the controller down and grabbing her phone, noticing the caller ID.

“It’s Loki!” She yelps, and suddenly she has both Peter’s and Wanda’s undivided attention.

They had filled Peter in on their plan, and he was more than happy to help prank you and Loki after what he had been inadvertently forced to see.

“Answer it!” Peter says, scooting closer.

“On speaker!” Wanda adds.

Natasha slides the green button and answers the call, putting it on speaker, “Hello, you.” She says in a sultry tone.

“Hello, Natasha. I have been thinking about you all day.” Loki’s voice fills the room.

Natasha almost chokes, and the other two snap their gaze to the phone, “Huh?”

“Well you know, that thing you said before. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t intrigued.”

“Really?” She asks, completely caught off guard.

“Yes, listen, why don’t you come to my room tonight and I’ll let you feel my muscles. Or maybe more.”

Natasha’s mouth falls open, as do the others’, and she grasps for some sort of answer.

“I’ll have to get back to you on that. Okay bye.” She hits end and her hands fly to her hair.

“Oh my god!” Wanda squeaks.

“He wants you to go over and feel his muscles and more!” Peter adds.

“Are you kidding?” Natasha says, trying to wrap the situation around her head, “I cannot believe he would to that to-” She cuts off mid sentence as a thought forms in her head. She turns slowly to face Thor, who had been munching on a slice of pizza while watching the Mario Kart tournament, “Thor…” Natasha says, “Do they know that we know?”

He looks at her with a guilty expression, and it’s quiet for a second too long before he answers, “No…”

“Thor…” This time his name is spoken in a warning tone.

He nods slowly, “They know you know.”

Natasha makes a noise of frustration, “I knew it! Oh, I cannot believe those two!”

“They thought that they could mess with us? They’re trying to mess with us?” Wanda guffaws, “They don’t know that we know they know we know.”

Thor groans behind them.

“And Thor you can’t say anything!” Peter turns and tells him.

He throws his hands in the air, “Couldn’t if I wanted to!”

***

Wanda, Nat, and Peter had ended their video game and moved to the couch to talk amongst themselves. You and Loki are standing in the doorway.

“Look at them, they’re panicked!” You whisper.

“Oh, yes. They’re definitely going to crack.” Loki whispers back.

You nod, “Oh yeah.”

Nat turns to look over her shoulder at the two of you and then looks back at her partners in crime.

“Alright, alright, if he wants a date, he’s gonna get a date.” She says, tucking back a strand of hair, “Alright, I’m gonna go.” She adjusts her jacket.

“Good luck!” Peter whispers.

Wanda is giving a subtle thumbs up, “Be sexy.”

Nat rolls her eyes, “Please.” She stands and walks towards Loki with a sexy smirk, swaying her hips back and forth.

He sees her coming and he pushes you away, standing to his full height and pocketing his hands.

You and Nat exchange a fleeting look before her focus is back on Loki.

“So, Loki, I’d love to come by tonight.”

The god’s smug smirk falls for a moment, before he forces it back, “Really?”

“Oh absolutely, should we say around seven?”

Loki tilts his head up slightly, trying to keep his composure, “Yes.”

Nat nods, “Good. I’m really looking forward to you and me having sexual intercourse.” She winks and walks back to her spot on the couch.

Loki gives you a desperate look and you hold your hands up, trying to calm him down.

***

The three troublemakers plus Thor are in Nat’s room. She’s wearing a black, form fitting dress that reaches her mid thigh, with knee high leather boots. Her red hair is straightened and the top layer of her hair is pulled back into a braid in the back of her head. Her makeup is mostly natural, with a subtle green tint on her lids. A modest amount of glitter dusted her cheekbones.

Wanda claps several times, “Showtime!”

“Okay, Peter, pick out a perfume. Over on my dresser. And Thor, can you go grab me a bottle of wine and some glasses?”

Thor huffs but does as he’s asked, leaving the room to fetch the items.

Peter walks up to her with a small bottle filled with purple liquid, “I like this one!”

Nat smiles at him, “One of my favorites,” She stretches her arms out and closes her eyes, “Hit me.”

Peter sprays a cloud of the scent in front of her, and she spins through it.

Thor returns a few minutes later with a bottle of sweet red and two crystal glasses.

~Meanwhile~

You straighten out Loki’s collar and smooth out his jacket.

“Alright, you’ll be great. You just make her think that you want to have sex with her, it’ll totally freak her out.” You spray breath freshener into his mouth and he recoils, not expecting the intrusive taste.

“Okay listen, how far am I going to have to go with her?”

“Relax! She’s gonna give in way before you do!”

“How do you know??” He asks, and he briefly asks himself how he even got caught up in this mess.

“Because you’re on my team, and my team always wins.”

He scrunches his face at you, “At this?” He makes a general motion with his hands.

You roll your eyes, “Just go get some!” You grab his face and give him a quick kiss before smacking his butt, “Go!”

You run to his bathroom and hide inside, listening to the events in the room unfold.

~

Peter, Wanda, and Natasha are all outside of Loki’s room.

Wanda hands the wine and glasses to Natasha, “Okay, Nat. Now we’re gonna try to listen from right here. Okay?”

“Okay.”

“Oh wait!” Wanda reaches out and unzips the zipper on Nat’s chest, letting her breasts spill out a little more.

“Oh, good idea!” Peter says.

“Oh, hang on,” Wanda goes to try and pull it down a little more but Nat steps back.

“Don’t give away the farm!”

Wanda’s hands snap back to herself, and her and Peter hide against the wall as Nat knocks on the door.

It immediately opens, and Loki is there waiting.

“Natasha.”

“Loki.”

“Come on in.” He purrs.

“I was going to.” Nat giggles, and slides past him through the door. He follows her in and closes the door behind him. As soon as it shuts, Wanda and Peter shuffle to the door and press their ears to it.

Nat holds up the bottle in her hand, “I brought some wine. Would you like some?”

“Of course.”

Silence settles over the two as Nat sets the items on Loki’s heavy wooden dresser.

“So, here we are,” She says, pouring a glass of wine, “Nervous?”

“Me? Never. You?”

Her answer is immediate, “No. I want this to happen.” She hands him a glass.

“So do I.” He takes it.

They clink glasses and both down the alcohol like it’s water and they’d been stranded without any for days.

When they finish, they set the glasses down and Loki takes a step back, “I’m going to put on some music.”

He cuts on a song that Nat doesn’t believe she’s heard before. It’s definitely a classical song.

“Maybe I’ll dance for you.” Nat licks her lips, and starts to sway and move her body. She hopes the alcohol kicks in soon.

Loki raises a brow as she gets closer to him. He swallows harshly when she bumps her hips against him.

“You look ravishing.” He chokes out.

“Thanks,” She’s still moving herself to the music, “You know, when you say things like that, it makes me want to rip that… Suit right off.”

“Well, why don’t we move this to the bed.”

“Really?” Nat stops her dancing, the statement coming out of left field.

“Oh! Do you not want to?” Loki asks.

“No, no. I just, you know, first I want to take off all of my clothes and have you rub lotion on me.”

Loki can feel his heart sinking because he can tell that the woman isn’t going down without a fight. And for once, he doesn’t want a fight.

“Well, that would be nice.” He says instead, “I’ll go get the lotion.” He makes a bee line for his bathroom.

He opens the door and slams it behind him.

“This is getting completely out of hand. Alright? She wants me to put lotion on her!” He hisses quietly.

“She’s bluffing!” You hiss back.

Loki throws his hands up, exasperated, “Look, she’s not backing down. She did this!” He copies the hip bump that Nat had done to him earlier.

~

“He is not backing down. He went to get lotion.” Nat says.

She had gone and opened the door to talk to Wanda and Peter when Loki disappeared into the bathroom.

Wanda and Peter look at each other and Wanda wrings her hands.

Thor walks down the hallway and sees them gathered at the door.

“Oh man, aren’t you guys finished yet?” He whines, crossing his arms.

Wanda rolls her eyes, “Thor, look, just look at it this way: The sooner Natasha breaks Loki, the sooner this is all over and out in the open.”

Thor’s eyes light up, “Oh, I like that,” He looks at Nat and an idea comes to him, “Oh! Show your breasts. He’s afraid of looking at anyone else’s but Y/N’s.” He reaches out and pulls on the zipper in a quick motion, causing Natasha’s boobs to nearly fall out of the dress.

The girls gasp and Peter covers his eyes.

“Wow, you didn’t break it.” Nat says, inspecting the zipper and adjusting her breasts.

“Not my first time.” Thor says, cheekily.

~

“You go back out there,” You say, grabbing a bottle of lotion off the shelf, “And you seduce her ‘til she cracks!”

“Okay, give me a moment.” He takes the bottle from you and looks around the small space, “Did you reorganize in here?”

You shrug and push him out of the bathroom.

He stumbles slightly from the force and sees Nat closing the bedroom door.

“Oh, you’re leaving?”

She turns and looks at him, pushing her chest out, “Uh, not without you, lover.” She walks towards him, making sure to show her chest off as she sways her body, “So… These are my boobs.”

Loki glances down at them before locking his eyes on Nat’s.

“They’re very nice.”

They look at each other, exchanging forced sexual glances.

“Well, come here.” He tells her, “I’m very happy we will be having sex.”

Natasha chuckles nervously, “You should be. I’m very bendy.” She steps closer, “I’m gonna kiss you now.”

“Not if I kiss you first.”

She takes a last step forward and grabs one of his hips. He touches one of hers, then switches hands to touch the other. His heart is beating in his throat.

Natasha reaches out and grabs his other hip, jerking him forward. He tries to place a hand on her breast but can’t make himself go through with it, so he settles for her shoulder, and Nat makes a choked sound.

“Well I suppose there’s nothing left for us to do but kiss.”

Nat nods, “Here it comes. Our first kiss.”

Loki quickly glances at the door that you’re hiding behind before looking back to Nat. They’re faces get closer and closer, both desperately hoping that the other will break before their lips connect.

But neither does.

It’s awkward and barely a kiss, but after about two seconds, Loki rips himself away and pushes Nat away from him.

“Alright alright alright. Okay, you win! You win!” He yells, hands up in surrender.

“Hah!”

“I cannot have sex with you.”

“And why not?” Nat pushes.

“Because I’m in love with Y/N.” He admits, running a hand through his hair.

Nat’s heart stops and she can barely string words together, “You’re- You’re what?”

The bathroom door opens and you step out, at the same time the bedroom door swings open to reveal Wanda, Peter, and Thor.

“I love her. That’s right! I love her. I love her!” He repeats himself, pointing to you.

You feel butterflies grow in your belly and warmth blooms in your chest. You don’t care that you just lost this little game. Loki just proclaimed his love for you to a whole group of people. That’s not something he likes; letting others know his feelings.

You walk over to him, sporting a smile so wide that your cheeks hurt. He takes a step towards you and places his hands on your waist, looking into your eyes.

“I love you, Y/N.”

You let out a wet chuckle, “I love you too, Loki.”

He dips down and captures your lips in a searing kiss, pulling your body flush to his.

“I just… I thought you guys were doing it. I didn’t know you were in love!” Nat exclaims.

You turn and smile at your friend, hugging your boyfriend close. Loki chuckles and hugs you back.

“Awh, guys.” Peter says, a large smile on his face as well.

Loki smiles at the boy then looks to Nat, “And hats off to Natasha. Quite the competitor.” He reaches a hand out and the two shake hands, “And may I say your breasts are still out.”

“God.” She mumbles and quickly zips the dress back up.

“All right!” Thor booms, his face filled with joy, “So that’s it! It’s over! Everybody knows!”

“Yeah, well actually, not everybody,” You reply, “And we’d appreciate it if nobody told dad.”

Thor’s face falls and Peter grabs his arm to try and placate him.

***

Tony is watching Peter mess around on the obstacle course.

Peter lands at the end with a backflip and turns to make sure Tony is watching.

The older man holds a thumbs up, “You’re doing great, buddy!”

Movement catches his eye and he looks up to the window of your room. It takes his brain one too many seconds to realize what he’s seeing because he doesn’t want to believe it.

“No… No!” He yells, standing and taking a few steps forward.

Peter turns to look at what Tony is flipping out over and his blood runs cold, “Shit.” He whispers.

“Get off of my daughter!” Tony screams before he takes off towards the entrance to the compound and Peter takes off after him.

Tony runs down the hallway screaming.

“Loki! Loki!” He reaches your room and tries to open it, but it’s locked. He bangs on it several times, “Loki! I saw what you were doing through the window! I saw what you were doing to my daughter, now get out here!”

You and Loki jump up and quickly fix yourselves.

“Well, listen, we had a good run. What was it? Four? Five months? I mean, that’s more than most humans have in a lifetime, so goodbye, take care, goodbye then.” Loki finishes his ramblings with a chaste kiss to your lips before walking to your balcony.

You quickly catch his wrist, “What are you doing?”

“Oh I’m going on the lam.”

You roll your eyes and pull him back towards you, “Come on, Loki, come on. I can handle my dad.”

You drag him with you and open the door to reveal Tony, who is as red as Thor’s cape.

“Hey dad, what’s up?”

He looks at you and then Loki, and storms into the room towards him.

Loki takes several steps back and you run to place yourself between them.

“Dad!” You place your hands on his chest.

“What the hell are you doing!” He yells.

Suddenly almost the entire team is running up to your bedroom door where Peter was already waiting.

“Hey, what’s-what’s going on?” Natasha interjects.

“Well I think… I think… Stark knows about Y/N and I.”

“Brother,” Thor makes a throat cut motion, “He is right there.”

Loki rolls his eyes.

“You are an semi-immortal god that wiped out half of Manhattan and causes trouble everywhere he goes, and this is my daughter. Loki and my daughter, I-I cannot believe this!”

“Look Stark, we are not just fooling around. I love her. Alright? I’m in love with her.”

Tony takes a few breaths and moves his gaze to you.

You step forward and grab his hand, “I’m sorry that you had to find out this way… I’m sorry but it’s true, I love him too.” You reach your other arm back to pull Loki into your side.

He looks at you with unsure eyes, then looks up at Loki and back to you. Then out of nowhere, his demeanor completely changes.

“Loki and my daughter! I cannot believe this!” He says with a more happy tone, bringing them both into a hug, surprise etching Loki’s face. He pulls away and looks at everyone in the doorway, “You guys probably wanna get some hugs in too, huh? Big news!” He says the last part with jazz hands.

Everyone on the team who wasn’t aware files in for hugs and congrats, but the other four stay in the doorway.

Peter smiles, “Awh, no we’re okay, we’ve actually known for a while.”

The smile on Tony’s face vanishes.

“What? What? You guys knew?” He stalks closer and Peter jumps behind Natasha, “You all knew and you didn’t tell me?” His voice became raised again.

“W-Well, Tony, we were worried about you, okay? We didn’t know how you were gonna react.” Wanda explains.

Tony looks between the four of them before the weary smile appears again.

“You were worried about me?” He chuckles, “You didn’t know how I was gonna react?” He pulls all of them into a tight hug.

When he lets them go Thor speaks up, “Okay. What do you say we all, uh, clear out of here and let these two lovebirds get back down to business.”

Tony’s smile vanishes yet again and he turns to glare at the god.

“Hey, hey, hey. I’m just talking here. He is the one sleeping with your daughter.” He points to Loki.

Peter facepalms and Nat drags Thor away, Peter following suit. Peter collects Tony and nods to you and Loki. Everyone files back out of the room and the door closes once more.

After everyone left, there were a few seconds of silence before the two of you burst into hysterical fits of laughter.

***

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Burned

Hello all you lovely people! Today I come to you bearing gifts!

the gift that is this fic, which is quite possibly the longest fanfic I’ve ever done. Period. I’ve written more for a personal story of mine, but this one…this just takes the cake.

14 pages, 6988  words. That may not sound like a lot, but for me it was a huge thing, and I’m actually pretty proud of it. 

this was inspired by the song “Burn the Witch” by Shawn James, which I highly recommend listening to towards the end of this.

So this involves witches, as you might have guessed. I did do some research on this, referencing a few holidays. With that being said, this is not the fic to go to looking for accurate information about Pagan Holidays, their differences, similarities and all the right customs. This is all mixed in with some fictional things that I felt helped the story flow. If you want an accurate description of their holidays, practices, beliefs, please go do your own research, or ask someone that knows about them, as that person is not me. 

With that out of the way! here are some mentions of some characters in here!

Aizawa, Present Mic, All Might, All for One, Shigaraki, LOV (vague description), Ochaco, Iida, Todoroki, mama Midoriya

Warnings: Character Deaths (kind of) vague descriptions of death, witch hunt, stakes, fire. OOC Shigaraki probably, and Izuku. If there are more warnings needed let me know. Only edited by me. May edit later. Right now i just wanna post this guy.

@katsukikitten​, @what-the-censored-xd​ I hope you enjoy!

You were standing beside your mother, hanging onto her skirts as she placed a flower crown in your hair, your small hands reaching to gently feel their soft petals. 

X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.X.

It was the brightest summer you could remember, the first thing you could remember actually.

You could see your father, as well as some of your parents’ friends, all gathering wood into this large pile to be lit that night. You felt a thrum of something run through your fingers as your hands fell back to your sides. Excitedly you tugged on your mother’s skirts. 

She’d just placed a crown upon a friend’s head, looking down at you with that sweet smile that had you giggling. 

“What has you so giggly darling?” 

She bent down to your level, nearly falling over as you thrust your zinging hand in the general direction of her face. She carefully pushed your fingers back, a gasp at her lips as soft yellow hues glowed from your fingertips, your other hand still preoccupied with the soft flower petals.

“Well would you look at that! I knew you’d be getting it soon!” She pressed kisses all over your face, the last one landing on your forehead. Her attention was pulled from you as someone called out to her, a young woman, no older than your own mother, with hair so dark it was almost green, carrying someone who’s hair matched hers. 

“Inko! You made it!” She hugged the woman- now named Inko- closely, only pulling back after a tight squeeze. 

“Thank you for inviting us! Are you sure it’s alright that we’re here? These aren’t, well, really our traditions to do-”

“Nonsense! You’re family, you are just as welcome here now as any other part of the year. Now who is this young one?” You watched as she motioned to the, what you could now see was a young boy, who had the brightest green eyes you had ever seen, with a magic all their own.

“This is my son, Izuku, my pride and joy,” She nuzzled his cheek, pressing a kiss there. In an attempt to get him to smile she blew a raspberry on his cheek, which had him giggling, but his eyes remained trained on your mother. “He’s a little shy around strangers however”

“ That’s the same little one I saw last year? Goodness, he’s grown so much!”

“Oh I know! It seems like only yesterday I just had him! 

You frowned, you wanted mama’s attention! It was like she’d forgotten you were there. You tugged on her skirts with a whine, hardly mollified when she only gave you her hand. You pressed it against your cheek. 

“And this is the lady of the day?” Inko set down Izuku in favor of looking you over.

“Yes indeed, our little Birthday girl, (Y/N)” She smiled down at you letting go of your hand, “Why don’t you show Izuku how to make a flower crown, hm?” 

At the idea of doing something fun your mood brightened immediately, offering your hand to him. He instead looked up at his mother, now adorned with her own flower crown, who gave him a light push towards you. 

He nervously gave you his hand and you pulled him over to the circle of people braiding flowers together.

Somehow, that little moment blossomed into friendship. As the hours passed, he’d opened up, little by little, much like the flowers in your hand had when first blooming. He told you stories from his village, tales of a heroic man- a knight you would later remember- under the name of “All Might”.

 As he talked, he paid close attention to how your hands moved as he made his crown. While it wasn’t perfect, he placed the small crown over the one your mother had given you, saying it wasn’t any good. You told him right then and there you were proud to wear it. You had yet to finish yours, so you asked him to continue his stories as you worked. It may have been all he talked about for the first hour since then, but you were keen to hear his tales, eyes sparkling with something wonderful as his freckled cheeks turned pink at the sound of your laughter. 

He was also incredibly interested in your traditions. You were too young to have them all memorized by heart, but you did know that at every celebration, you, and others of your kind in the area, came to this specific clearing in the woods. 

The area had been used for as long as any elder could remember, slowly built into a circle with a place for the fire in the center, steps built into the hill as makeshift seats, the grass around the area lush and green, the best to dance around the fire in. During this celebration in particular you adorned crowns of flowers and built the fire, dancing and offering praise to the gods. Hardly any from the village came to these celebrations, but they did not condemn your ways and kept to their own. 

You danced and played the day away, the other children chasing after you in good fun. Giggles and loud shrieks filled the air, air soft and warm with the scent of the lavender fields so close by.

Of course, you were both so young then, by the time the stars were high in the sky, the both of you were out like lights, leaning against one another with a blanket draped over your laps. You only remember briefly waking as you were cuddled next to someone in your bed. You paid no mind as your father kissed your forehead, leaving you with a whisper of ‘goodnight’. You snuggled back into the person beside you, green hair tickling your nose as you slipped back into sleep.

When you awoke the next morning, breakfast lingering in the air. Your heart clenched sadly as you were alone. Had yesterday been a dream? Where had your new friend gone? You scrambled out of bed into the main room, Izuku sitting next to his mother, stuffing a sweet bread your father had made into his mouth, whilst Inko and your mother talked about the previous night.

Since then, Izuku and his mother had returned to every holiday, the Autumn equinox, Samhain, the Winter solstice, every single one. You would count down the days, a small piece of charcoal to mark on your wall until the day he arrived. 

With every visit came more tales of knights and their battles, He’d even started writing them down, so that way no one would forget them and their deeds. You had joked that with a memory like his, he would never forget. 

During the time in between visits, you learned how to help manage your father’s shop. He taught you which herbs and plants had medicinal properties, how to bring a potion to the right temperature and keep it there, hands glowing a soft blue. 

Your mother taught you the other properties of magic, warding away evil and the right way to banish an evil that had long sunk its roots into it’s target, hands glowing a soft purple. You were all too happy to learn from them, how to help people with a kind hand and a soft smile. 

But there were times your heart had wanted to be cruel, to be angry. When all you wanted to do was place something wicked on the boys that ran around your village and teased you. Especially when they had torn apart a necklace your mother had given you. 

It wasn’t rare by any means, but your mother had given it to you and thus it was special.

You told your mother as such after hours of searching for the pendant, with little to no luck of even finding the chain. She had nearly dropped the jar of spices into the soup she had been making. 

“Curses are not things to be taken lightly darling,” She sat you down at the table, your feet kicking in an irritated fashion, toes barely touching the floor. “They are dangerous, and not for the faint of heart. But most importantly, that is not what our magic is for” she tilted your pouting face up to hers, so she could look you in the eye, her other hand taking your smaller one into hers. “Our magic is to help and heal. Those of our magic who choose otherwise have…They have died, or worse even. So promise me you’ll never curse or hex anyone. Alright?”

“I promise mum,” you sighed, anger dissipating into a strange form of disappointment and forced contentment. She let go of your hand with a smile, a confused expression on your face as you opened your hand to find the necklace sitting on your palm as if it had been there for hours. 

That promise only lasted a short time. The next time Izuku had visited, the boys began to pick on him as well, he was shorter and smaller than they were, a prime target. That was all easily ignorable, taking his hand and leading him off somewhere else. The last straw had been a kick to his dream.

“You’ll never be a real knight, no matter how hard you try! You’re too much of a mama’s boy, too weak!”

You could have sworn you’d seen red, though Izuku begged you not to do anything. It was only his asking that spared the boys a beating they would not come out of unscathed. 

So instead, come nightfall, you had slipped from your bed, careful not to step on Izuku as you passed. You snuck into the shop, grabbing one of your father’s bowls and setting out into the forest. You picked at your ingredients with haste, mashing them together with water and a stone. You uttered the foulest curse your young mind could think of; giving the boys a taste of being so close but never there. An itch they couldn’t scratch, they would never be able to scratch, no matter how sharp their nails.

Pleased with your work, you washed out the now empty bowl. You ignored the sickly feeling in your stomach, setting the bowl back in its place. You closed the door as softly as you could, sneaking back into bed.

However, that morning you awoke to your skin feeling itchy, the sensation unrelenting no matter how hard your nails scratched. Your whimpers of panic woke Izuku, eyes wide with panic of his own, he dove out the door and ran for your mother. 

That’s how you found yourself alone, with your mother, the offending bowl in question as well as one that had an ointment of some kind in it, your mother smearing it over your red skin.

“I hope you’ve learned something from this,” her voice held just the barest hint of amusement, though only just barely. “Poison ivy isn’t exactly a walk in the park” she finished with your arms and moved on to your back. 

“If you weren’t careful however,” her voice turned hard, your body tensing at the shift in tone, “This could have turned out far worse. Far more dangerous. Magic isn’t a game, there are real consequences to your actions, just as there are in any other parts of life” You nodded your head solemnly, the back of your mind thanking just about everything for the relief the ointment brought. 

Of course you had to learn the hard way the effects of going against your own nature. 

You’d spent that Summer Solstice wrapped up with an ointment, dealing with Izuku’s annoying little smirk.

“I appreciate the thought (Y/N),” He whispered to you, the two of you sat a ways from the fire as you watched the others dance, “You wanted to defend me, but please, don’t go around cursing people, for my sake if not yours” he laughed, swatting your hand away from your own arm as you tried to itch it. 

“Yeah, yeah, see if I ever do anything nice for you ever again” you groused, no heat behind your words. You were best friends, you’d do anything for him, just like he would you.

It was on your seventeenth birthday, a coming of age for a young witch, when you learned how far those feelings would go.

It was one hell of a birthday, you thought, sitting behind the wagon full of flowers that had yet to be formed into crowns, crying pitifully. The young girls of the village had teased you, your dress was so short compared to the usual style, even the sleeves! Your ankles were on full display and your feet were bare.

You hardly minded their comments, their concerns didn’t matter. It was your coming of age celebration as well as the Solstice. Everything was perfect, you’d even woken up early, gotten all your chores done and had enough time to have a relaxing bath beforehand. Their sense of fashion didn’t matter compared to your traditions. Not only that, but your mother had made the dress herself, it was soft and comfortable. 

It was only when the other witches your age had decided that the color you wore wasn’t appropriate for the celebration, in these ‘modern’ times, far too dark and disrespectful. While they had etched a seed of self consciousness into your mind, you carried on, your mother had chosen this color specifically for you and the celebration at hand. The colors were fine! In your irritation, you stomped away hardly looking where you were going, falling face first and sliding into a patch of mud, probably leftover from yesterday’s rain.

You looked up from your predicament, one of the others dogs lifting up its leg to pee near you but not on you. At that angle it hardly mattered. The giggles from younger children were harsh enough, grating on your ears, whispers from some of the elders of this being a bad omen. But what was the worst of it all? The concern in Izuku’s eyes. He’d made a beeline towards you, but before he could reach you, you had sprinted off, just away from everyone.

You didn’t know why his eyes made it all the worse, that look never would have bothered you before, right?

The sun was starting to set, the wood was almost arranged perfectly to burn all night long.

You wiped your eyes, glaring down at the mud now on your hands.

“I thought I might find you here”

You jumped, heart launching itself into overdrive as you whirled around only to see Izuku.

“Oh! Izuku…you scared me” you placed a hand over your heart, as if it would slow to a normal pace if you did so. “Shouldn’t you be helping with the fire?” you asked, scooting over so he could sit next to you.

“What kind of a friend would I be if I let you be here by yourself?” he asked, his gaze patiently waiting to meet yours, as soon as you had the courage to.

“You seemed alright with me being here up until now” you muttered. A flash of hurt appeared in his eyes, you immediately regret your harsh tone.

“W-Well, I had wanted to let you cool down before I just got in your space-”

“No, that was unfair of me Izuku, I’m sorry. I just…everything was supposed to be perfect. Or realistically perfect. Falling flat on my face in mud wasn’t exactly a part of the plan” you wiped your hands off on what little remained of your dress. “Or being considered a possible bad omen”

“I know what that’s like, remember on my fifteenth birthday, when I was helping carry all those crates?” You had to hold back a snort, as you recalled the story. 

Your father had arranged for you to meet a supplier of a rare type of herb, as well as a few crates of spices for one of the shopkeepers in the village. The poor man had fallen ill this year and had somehow convinced his supplier to meet him halfway instead of going to the nearest town. 

Izuku had been visiting at the time and, of course, offered to help you. You had just gotten over the main hill, you could see the people of your village milling about. You turned to look over at Izuku, only to watch as he fell face first onto the ground, tripping over a root. The barrels of spices went rolling down the hill, him rolling after them. 

The barrels landed with a crash against some boxes stacked near the well, Izuku was hardly so lucky as he had rolled right into the wells wall.

“You were so lucky that you came out of that with only a broken arm” you laughed softly, a huff of laughter escaping him as well. 

“At least the spices were alright, I’d have felt so bad if they’d all gone to waste because of my clumsiness” he placed a hand over yours, not even minding the dirt and tears that clung to it. 

“It’s not quite the same as a ‘bad omen’, it’s also probably a little thoughtless of me to say ‘ forget them’ when they’re a huge part of your culture, your traditions. But…I want you to know that, they could call you any and all these bad things under the sun…and your parents wouldn’t believe them for a minute…I wouldn’t believe them for a minute.” 

He stood up then, pulling you gently along with him. You allowed him, though your eyes were too preoccupied with seeing what everyone else is doing. Most were gathered around the fire, listening as one of the elders spoke, others talking and laughing amongst themselves, their cups full of sweet liquid.

He led you down to the river, the water warmed by the long summer day, softly babbling as the wildlife went about their ways. He sat you down on one of the rocks, taking one in front of you for himself.

“What are we doing over here Izuku?” 

He didn’t answer you, reaching into one of his pockets and dunking a cloth into the water.

“Isn’t that your handkerchief?” you ask, face molded into disgust as the cloth came closer to you.

“What? No, well yes, but this one is an extra one, it’s clean I promise” he gently placed his hand on your chin, tilting your face up as he wiped the muck off of your face.

His touch was soft but firm, eyes only taking in his work as your own counted the freckles that danced along his cheeks, the way he bit his lip in concentration. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind and the very center of your heart, you knew why that look had your cheeks turning red and your heart hammering in your chest. But at the forefront of your mind, you couldn’t tell why.

The two of you were silent as he continued his pattern, dunking the cloth into the water, washing out the dirt and wringing out the water to carefully wash away the dirt on your face. 

It doesn’t take him long however, to finish with his task, washing and wringing out the cloth for the last time. His eyes finally meet yours, offering a gentle smile that only widened as he booped your nose with the cloth, the face you made sending pink butterflies through his stomach. You couldn’t help but laugh as well, his good mood far too contagious.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, his hand still holding your face as he took in your smile. You only hummed in agreement, internally mourning the loss of warmth from his hand as he pocketed the cloth. 

“Thank you, Izuku, that was…you are too kind for this world, I think” You stood up from the rock, you couldn’t stay down by the river all night. Your dress may have been ruined, you’d have to apologize to mother for it, but someone must have brought an extra. Or so you hoped. 

Hand in hand, you walked back to the clearing, trying to slip past the majority of the party to get to your mother, only for a gentle hand to stop you both in your tracks.

One of the elders, Mrs.Tachibana, looked up at you with kind eyes. She was mostly known for her talent for seeing into the future. That’s what the majority said it was, she described it as, ‘ getting a feeling I’ll need such and such object today’ only for it to come in handy at the oddest of times.

“I’m sorry Mrs.Tachibana, did I bump into you?” She shook her head at your question.

“Oh no dear, but I do have something for you. I had made it for my daughter, but it seems she made her own dress this time. I think It’s a good color for you!” She carefully handed the dress to you, to which you handed to Izuku, your body was covered in mud! You weren’t about to dirty some other dress.

“Oh are you sure-”

“Oh yes of course dear, no one else is going to be wearing it tonight!” 

You quickly changed behind a tapestry your mother had been working on, feeling much better and cleaner in this new dress, it was a little on the short end, but just barely past what your mother’s dress had been.

You walk back out to find Izuku waiting for you, the fire having been lit. The music was hardly loud, but the drums struck a chord within your heart that pulsed with energy, a need to sing along, to move to the beat. You bound over to him, taking his hand in yours.

“I see you’re feeling better” He mused, his foot tapping to the beat.

“Much better. Come dance with me?” You tugged gently on his hand toward the fire.

“You know I’m not the best dancer (Y/N)” He warned, as if you didn’t have years of experiencing it first hand. You shrugged your shoulders, even though he was far from good, he was most definitely not a disaster.

“Is that a No?” You swayed back and forth on your heels, looking up at him with what you hoped was a sweet enough look to get what you liked. He let go of your hand, for a moment you feared you’d pushed your luck too far, suddenly his hands were on your waist, lifting you into the air as he spun you into the dancing circle, your shriek of surprise worth the slight pain of him stepping on his own toes as he brought you back down.

You danced the night away together, hardly pausing for a break, you didn’t need to for whatever reason. You just wanted his arms around you, spinning you this way and that, lifting you in time with the music that had your stomach doing somersaults that tickled.

He felt the same, your laughter had his heart soaring, the smile on your face shooting Cupid’s arrows right through his heart. He tripped and stumbled every so often, but it was all worth it if it meant you were having a good time.

The two of you finally stopped to take a break, the moon high in the sky. You pulled him towards the river once again, the cool air there was bound to cool you off. 

You sat down in the grass, pulling him down with you as you laughed at his startled expression.

“Well I’d say you did quite well with dancing!”

“Oh do you really? Even with all my fumbles?”

“Eh, you just added a few new steps!”

“A few new steps she says!” He barked out a laugh, tears gathering in his eyes, your own giggles twisting into his like sweet music. 

Your laughter died out naturally, the music of crickets and rushing water kept you company, the drums from the music thumping distantly. He leaned back, looking up to the sky, you followed suit, your shoulder pressed against his as you pointed up at the stars.

“I think I’ll draw a new image in the stars. Just for tonight” You traced the shape with your fingers, Izuku mirroring your actions to see if he could get the shape.

“And, what are you going to call this new one?”

“Hmm…I’m not sure yet. It’s a process” 

Your brow furrowed as you thought, the thoughts clear in your eyes, oh he was hopeless.

You jumped slightly at the feel of his hand cupping your jaw. His eyes were full of an emotion you couldn’t name, but it set your skin ablaze.

“I’ve had a great time tonight” you murmur, eyes wide and watching. What was he going to do?

“I have too,” he matched your volume, thumb idly stroking your cheek gently.

“I’ve actually thought about this for a while, but I was…afraid to ask you, in case I somehow ruined our friendship. But…the thing is (Y/N), I know our friendship is strong enough to withstand that. I want more than a friendship with you, I…I want to be with you all the time. I wanna be there on your good days, bad days, those days where everything and nothing are going on at once, I want it all,” he took a deep breath, steadying his shaking limbs and resolving his nerves.

“What do you say (Y/N)? Be my Love?” 

Your eyes had watered considerably, your own hand holding his, you couldn’t help but nod.

“I was starting to think that my feelings were one sided,” you laughed, tears dripping down your cheeks. “I would love nothing more than to be yours” 

He leaned into your space, so carefully, his hand gently pulling you closer until your lips met his, soft and warm, just like yours. You slowly pulled back, only to be gently pulled back in again, over and over until you were used to one another’s rhythm, kisses becoming slower and longer.

His tongue softly asked for entrance, and you readily allowed him access. He tasted of the sweet drink that had been served, goosebumps raised along your skin as he leaned you backwards into the grass, his eyes half lidded as adoration danced along the pinks of his cheeks. 

He was careful not to press you too hard into the ground as he kissed you again, your tongues dancing as your hand gripped the hair at the base of his skull. The groan that rumbled through his chest and that particular rough pass of his lips had your toes curling.

He parted from you again, staring at your kiss bruised lips, wet and so inviting looking, moving slowly towards your (E/C) colored eyes, finding the same emotion fluttering in his heart. Carefully he sat up, you following after him with a smile on your face. You sat together, curled into one another as you watched the stars.

It had been four years since that Solstice, the two of you now adults. A year or two after becoming lovers, Izuku had finally found someone to train him into becoming a knight, a real hero. It meant that you would see him less, but he would always write to you when he could.

You were saddened at the news, but also so proud. Finally after all these years, his dream was coming true. He promised you that he would always come back to you, that once he had become a knight, able to help you build your own healing stand in the main city, He’d properly ask you to marry him. You knew he always kept his promises, one way or another. 

How could you deny him his dream? You couldn’t truthfully.

That brought you here, scratching out another day along the tally you made. Only a few more days until Izuku came back. You helped your father run the shop now, almost fully taking over as the village healer. 

You braced the day with a smile as the regulars came in, the usual ointments for Mrs.Tachibana, some medicine to the mother of some poor twins who had caught some sickness during the seasons change to spring, a wooden spoon covered in semi-crystalized honey for the wailing babe, their teeth slowly but surely coming in.

The morning rush could hardly be considered as such, your doors opening right at the first peak of dawn. You waved off the last of the morning patrons in no time at all.

You bend down to grab a few herbs, mixing something to help soothe Mr.Yamada’s vocal chords. You hear the door push open, pulling you from your line of thought, your eyes meeting bright green.

“Izuku!” you cry, rushing over to him, arms wrapped around his shoulders in the tightest hug you could manage. He’d grown so much taller than you last remembered- well just bigger in general!

He’d bulked up considerably- he joked he wanted to get better at giving hugs along with being a Knight- and was now a full two heads taller than you. You only pull back to place your hands on his jaw, pulling him down to kiss you properly.

“Did I surprise you?” he laughed, pressing another kiss to your forehead. 

“Yes! You weren’t due back for a few more days! Oh I’m so happy your home!” You stood back up on your toes to press more kisses to his face. “Tell me everything!”

He told you all about the training he went through- hell as he called it, eyes looking back with a slight fondness that only nostalgia could bring- the antics he and some other knights in training had gotten into. His teacher, Aizawa, was a hard man, but ultimately soft hearted in his own way. He couldn’t wait for you to meet the friends he had made, and you were excited to see them.

“I have heard some…other things though” he hesitated, leaning against the counter as you finished Mr.Yamada’s medicine, the yellow glow from your hands dimming until it was no more. “In the city they’re telling stories of witches…and not good ones either.” you hummed in agreement, concern laced into your features.

You’d heard of rumors of witches in nearby towns and villages. At first, nothing was seemingly worrisome about it. So some covens had decided to announce their place in the world, big deal.

Until the rumors had become something dark. Stories of sacrifices, hexes and curses upon innocent bystanders, children. Soon there were rumors of witches in every town, every village.

“Even the people here have started to become…nervous” beforehand, the villagers not a part of your coven had nothing to fear from you, you’d never given them any reason to. But these new witches, witches that were said to be everywhere, brought fear into your community. 

“I’m worried Izuku, they’ve started burning people in the next few towns…I’m not sure what we could do, a show of our magic could scare them into a frenzy, but not doing anything could be just as bad. They even have a witch hunter!” you set down the pestle gently, Izuku taking your hand in his.

“I’m worried too. But for right now, the best we can do is wait and see how things go. No matter what, I’ll always be here, you won’t go through this alone.” your heart fluttered warmly at his words, pressing a kiss to his hand.

The next few days did little to raise or diminish your worries. You walked about the village, showing him what all had changed in his absence, ignoring the stares of the same village girls that had teased your dress all those years ago. 

It wasn’t until the third week that had changed. Even that morning, the dew felt strung and the air was hot and still. Your father had asked you the night before to gather some lavender from the fields in the morning, he was running low on stock.

The two of you agreed, baskets in hand you walked to the fields. 

The breeze began to pick up as you climbed up the hills, the sweet scent dancing around you as you looked up into your lovers eyes.

“Is it just me, or have the lavender fields gotten smaller?” he joked, sitting beside you as you carefully snipped away at the plant, making sure to cut the stalk specifically so the flower could regrow. 

“No, I think you’ve just gotten taller.” You mused, handing him the stalks to carefully separate the leaves and the flowers themselves. 

It was a tense silence as you worked, though you couldn’t tell what was on his. On yours however, was the frequent news of witches being killed. But not only witches, but innocent people as well, for the slightest and most ridiculous thing. Spoiled milk, your neighbor suddenly falling ill after accidentally tripping over your shoe? 

These people wouldn’t know a witch if one kicked them in the ass.

“I think,” Izuku startled you from your thoughts, “It would be best if tonight, you and your family leave with me. At least until all of this calms down.” There would be no reasoning with the public, not with the mass hysteria and distrust of everyone.

“I would agree, but papa would never give up his shop, we’ve been there for years, generations even” you handed him a few more stalks. 

“We’ll have to convince him somehow. I had hoped things would die down, considering the evidence and logic-”

“Since when have the masses and logic ever seen eye to eye?” you quip back, brow raised into bittersweet amusement.

“Since never, but I had hoped…Well It doesn’t really matter what I’d hoped. What I’m thinking now is, I write to my fellow knights in training for help. To help move your coven safely” He started to mumble, various questions littering his mind, how fast could a letter get there? 

Their letters had been casual, while important, they weren’t of any dire emergency. Would his friends believe him? No of course they would, once he proved to them the logic of things. The masses may not be so…sensitive to logic, but his fellow knights were not the masses.

It takes you until sunset to gather enough petals to fill the basket, though the two of you were hardly in any hurry. You walked back to the village, the tense air having loosened just ever so slightly.

All the relaxation the lavender provided was gone the second black smoke was visible over the hill. Lavender forgotten, you ran to the village, the smoke billowing from two stakes. You raced down the hill, passing the well.

No…No gods please no!

On one stake was the remnants of your mother, her eyes open towards the sky as her body drew no more breath. Beside her was your father, eyes closed. A cry of rage and sorrow rang loose, distant from your ears as strong, familiar arms wrapped around you. You screamed and kicked, clawed at his arms. Your throat felt raw as you cried, eyes looking for someone, anyone to blame.

You’d only heard descriptions of him, hairdo pale it was blue, with eyes as red as the blood of innocents he condemned- Tomura Shigaraki.

“Let their souls be cleansed of this evil, so they may find rest at the side of the great one, All for One” his voice was horrid, nasal and cruel, the imagery of snakes filling the back of your mind. He didn’t believe a word he was saying, so evident by the snarl at his lip he called a smile, twisted pleasure saturating his eyes.

“Ah, the main event has arrived!” he snapped his fingers motioning towards you and Izuku, his guards making their way over to you.

One man pulled you from Izuku’s grasp, two men grabbing Izuku by the arms. He swore, headbutting one of the guards, kicking back on the others shin. “You let go of her!” he growled, another pair tackling him down to the ground to restrain him.

“You evil, wicked thing! How dare you kill these innocent people, how dare-” you shrieked and shrieked as you struggled against your captor, another guard capturing your other arm.

“You may struggle now witch! The evil within fights back! But don’t worry, you’ll soon be cleansed.”

Despite your struggles, the both of you are taken into one of the old jails, hidden underground.

The place was dusty from lack of use, the packed earth against the stone kept it cool. You were leaned up against the bars, Izuku leaning against the same ones across from you. He couldn’t hold you like he wanted, the bars too small for anything else but his hands.

“I should have thought about this harder…I should have made a plan sooner” he murmured, breaking the silence. “If I hadn’t wasted time, then maybe-”

“Don’t” your voice was clipped and harsh. You hadn’t meant to be, regret adding to the myriad of emotions pulsing around your broken heart. “Mum and Papa wouldn’t want you to…to talk like that.” you wipe a tear as best as you can, your hand reaching to find his again.

“It’s no one’s fault but that damned Shigaraki” you hiss, “ He’s the witch hunter. He’s selling the world a story and they’re all buying it.” you could feel his lips pressed against your forehead. You shift so you are on your knees, holding onto the bars for balance, you kiss him, deeply, trying to memorize the taste of him one last time. 

You stay like that, murmuring sweet nothings to one another, for who knows how long. You only know that it is all too soon when they open the doors again, dragging you out to the stake. Izuku struggles against the guards as they force him into a kneeling position beside Shigaraki.

Your heart hammers in your chest, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you struggle against your bonds. What you wouldn’t give to become the witch they so feared, maybe then your parents would be alive. Maybe then you and your betrothed would have a chance of surviving.

The fire starts all too quickly, Izuku’s agonized screams of horror sharp in your mind as tears run down your cheeks. Your last image of him couldn’t be of his eyes filled with hopelessness. 

“I love you Izuku! I love you so much, We’ll be together again I swear it-”

“Silence Witch! Your spells have no power here!”

You ignored them, screaming louder, a cool burning sensation wrapping around the ring finger of your left hand, “I will find you! I don’t care how long it takes, we will be together!”

“I love you (Y/N)!” he cries back, a cool burning sensation around his left ring finger was left unnoticed. He was focused entirely on you. Until his world went black.

The guard righted himself, adjusting his hands behind his back, Izuku sat there, his head tilted forward, unconscious. Your heart finally severed, the only explanation for the black ink that spilled from it, tainting all in its path. The wind howled as a sudden storm raged above you, hair twisting this way and that, fueled by the wild look in your eyes, satisfaction found within the fear of Shigaraki’s red irises.

Your magic wasn’t made for curses or hexes. But with your heart broken, the once golden light of your magic turned vengeful, bubbling and vicious. Even as the smoke rose, your voice boomed across the village.

“May your days be numbered!” the crowd gasped, your voice multiplied, as if thousands were speaking at once, your eyes roaming across all of those who had cheered for you and your parents demise, of all those who died before you.

“May your last passing hours be filled with my ghostly visage, as all your loved ones choke on my ashes they thought long swept away! May you die in fear, knowing your bloodline will end with your hatred!” 

The smoke from your pyre weaved around the guilty villagers, more thickly located around Shigaraki and his group. Your vision was turning spotty, but you didn’t care, you weren’t done. If you had to die, you were going out on your own terms.

“To those of you who survive, may you always see my shadow at the end of your beds as you sleep! May your Children curse your name! For your evil, your wickedness! For your Injustice!”

The storm raged on, even as you choked your last breath, your vision turning dark.

I’ll be with you soon my love…

.X.

.X.

.X.

.X.

You blinked, your eyes wet with unshed tears as you glanced around the room, your friends, Ochaco, Iida, and Todoroki were all behind you, looking at you with wide eyes. Next to you sat your boyfriend of two years, now in your third year at UA. His eyes were also wet, slowly turning to gaze towards you.

You had all decided to go to the fair that had opened up. Towards the end of your merriment, you spotted a fortune teller of a sort, and decided to go inside. Everything had been fairly light hearted and fun, until the two of you sat down for your turn. The fortune teller was shocked, the past had something important for you to see, and by all that was good you were going to see it.

You looked down at the promise ring Izuku bought you. It burned with the same cool sensation as you remembered…saw past you. It felt like…a small part of you had been unlocked, as if some part of you had been missing for all of these years.

“We found each other after all”

He gave you a gentle smile, one you returned.

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Pulled - Sherlock One-Shot

Requested by anon: May I please have a one-shot for Sherlock where he proposes? Really fluffy and sweet Word Count: 1,211 Pairing: Sherlock x reader Warnings: Bit OOC Sherlock, just for the fun of it. A/N: My first fic in a while. I did it this way because I’m OBSESSED over that song ever since I started dating my boyfriend (because I’m the live representation of Wednesday Addams, thank you very much) and I just had to let it out somehow. Tags are under the cut.

Enjoy!

“Aw, Sherlock’s a softie,” Moriarty mocked. He was tied to a wall, for there was no ceiling in that part of the building.

“I’m not,” Sherlock insisted. They had been going on about that for a couple hours, as they waited for Scotland Yard to arrive.

“No, I’m not.”

“Soft kitty, warm kitty…” Moriarty started singing.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you so eager to leave?” Moriarty pouted, “To leave me for her… To go on a date.”

“It’s not a date,” Sherlock replied.

“I think it is.” His nemesis insisted, “It is a special date because you even rehearsed it.”

“No, I didn’t,” he lied.

“I saw the piece of paper that fell off your coat when we were chasing after each other.”

“We weren’t chasing each other, I was catching you.”

“Whatever you say, big guy.” 

Suddenly, a couple steps were heard. “Finally!” Sherlock smirked and got up from his seat on the wet floor. 

It wasn’t Scotland Yard, it was (Y/N), Sherlock’s girlfriend.

“Sherlock, what am I doing here?” She inquired. The place was empty, and it smelled like rotten mice and filthy water. She didn’t know exactly where they were. “I thought we’d meet at the bridge to see the fireworks.”

“This is also a great view of the fireworks, my dear,” Moriarty spoke.

“What is she doing here?” Sherlock asked Moriarty, who gave him a childish smile.

“I might have taken your phone…”

“What am I doing here?!” (Y/N) asked again.

“He’s got something to say, right Sher?”

“I’ve got something to say,” he answered, not looking at her. “But I will say it once I’ve finished with him.”

“Oh, no, please” Moriarty cried, “I love a good story, please proceed. I won’t move, pinkie promise.”

“I won’t,” Sherlock stated.

“You know about the fireworks,” Moriarty said, changing his childish tone to a darker one, “Do it or else…”

“I’m not scared of you,” Sherlock frowned.

“Entertain me, Sherlock,” Moriarty continued, “or you’ll be scared for her.”

“Are you two high? You look high,” she took a step forward and Sherlock stopped her.

“Don’t, don’t try to get inside my mind like that.”

“I’ve set my conditions, I want the show,” Moriarty finished.

She took a step back and remained quiet for a couple minutes as Sherlock wandered in circles around her, rubbing his hands and licking his lips. He was attempting to mutter something but didn’t seem to find the proper words.

“I…” He cleared his throat, “I will start from the beginning.”

“You don’t have to do as he says, he’s the one tied up.”

Sherlock stared at her angrily. She apologised in a whisper and shut her mouth once more.

“Come on! This is getting boring!” The villain yelled. “Don’t forget your lines.”

“I-I don’t have a ‘sunny’ disposition,” he started in a rather sarcastic manner, “I’m n-not known for being too amused. My demeanour is locked in one position.”

“See his face? He’s enthused.” Moriarty interrupted and Sherlock fumed at him. “Sorry, please continue.”

“Suddenly, however, I’ve been puzzled.” He took a deep breath and stared back at Moriarty, who encouraged him to continue, “Bunny rabbits make me want to cry. All my inhibitions have been muzzled…”

“And why is that, Sher?” Moriarty asked.

“I’m… Being ‘pulled’ in a new direction.”

“And how does that feel, big boy?”

“I think I like it…” He whispered, “I think I like it.”

“Sher…” She started.

“Don’t interrupt!” Moriarty commanded, and (Y/N) got quiet again.

“Through my painful pursuit, somehow birdies took root. All the things I detested impossibly cute…”

“GOD!” Moriarty moaned.

“Mother always said ‘be kind to strangers, Sherly’ but…”

“Didn’t she know what they destroy?” Moriarty asked from the back.

“I can feel the clear and present danger, for my public image, when she learns that you have got me pulled in a new direction… And that I like it.” Sherlock continued, pulling a button that made Moriarty’s ties tighter.

“That was good! Do it again!” Moriarty groaned.

“This feeling, I know, is impossible. So I’ll confide that I’ve tried but I can’t let it go. It’s disgustingly true…”

“Pulled, pulled, pulled!” Moriarty squealed and Sherlock pressed the button again.

“I’m not understanding, in which direction, Sherlock?” (Y/N) asked.

“You know… Puppy dogs with droopy faces, unicorns with dancing mice, sunrise in wide-open spaces, Disney World…” Sherlock enlisted.

“I go there twice, every year” Moriarty commented.

“Butterflies and picnic lunches, bunches of chrysanthemums, lollipops and pillow fights, Christmas eve…”

“SUGARPLUMS!” Moriarty roared.

“String quartets and Chia pets, and afternoon banana splits, angels watching as I sleep…”

“And Liberace’s greatest hits!” Moriarty interrupted.

Sherlock looked back at him. “Would you mind?”

“Sorry, I got excited. Continue,” Moriarty said. Sherlock exhaled the last of his breath and looked at (Y/N) straight into her eyes.

“If you keep insisting, I’ll stop resisting,” he stuttered, “I know I should stay in the dark, not obey every spark… But, you’ve got a bite far better than your bark… And you bet I’ll bite too and… Do what’s really ‘taboo’ for me…”

“Sherlock,” she mumbled, as he kneeled down and took a box out of his coat.

“I wanted to do this at the Bridge, right before the fireworks started but this cock changed the fireworks for dangerous explosives,” Sherlock said.

“You’re welcome!” 

“(Y/N), would you make me the honour to marry me?” Sherlock whispered as his eyes sparkled with a brand new glimpse of hope.

“YES!”

“It’s showtime.” Suddenly, the sky exploded with tons of fireworks.

“What the…?” Sherlock, who was hugging his bride-to-be, exclaimed.

“I had to put them somewhere!” Moriarty explained, “Guess where the button that activates them is!”

“NO!” Sherlock yelled, but deep inside he was laughing. He looked down to (Y/N), who hadn’t taken her eyes away from him, and kissed her softly yet passionately as the fireworks continued to explode on top of them.

As if that wasn’t enough, a couple of claps could be heard out of a sudden. Sherlock and (Y/N) stopped their kiss to look at the opposite end of the room, where Lestrade and John Watson clapped as the rest of Scotland Yard pointed their guns at Moriarty.

“Nice time to arrive!” Sherlock growled.

“We’ve been here for a while now,” Lestrade explained, satisfied with himself.

“Nice proposal, Sherlock,” Watson added, “I always knew you had a soft spot.”

Sherlock rolled his eyes and lifted his coat’s collar, as a failed attempt to look mysterious. The officers walked past him, mumbling congratulations, and took Moriarty down to handcuff him and send him to trial.

“Before I go,” Moriarty said, “don’t ever say I’m a bad friend, Sherry. I’m letting Scotland Yard take me just because I was here to support you,” he pouted, “don’t forget that.”

They took him away.

“What a lunatic,” Sherlock whispered and (Y/N) giggled. 

“Now that was a proposal,” John said as he approached the couple.

“Sod off, John.” Sherlock fumed, but they knew he was joyful.

“Very original,” John whispered to (Y/N), and the three of them walked back home as the fireworks continued to burst.

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Michael Langdon One Shots (Masterlist)

“Heavy Is The Heart Of A King” (Hades! Michael+Persephone! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your husband lately has seemed distant and you are unable to stop yourself from goin anything but pushing away. Not everything is easy when you are the ruler of the Underworld…

WARNINGS: OOC! Michael, Not Based Onto Actual Myths, Hadestown! Inspired, Anger Outbursts, Mention of Explotaition and Sex.

“Reaching Ecstasy” (Art Teacher! Michael+Student! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: When the times come for your interview with Mr. Langdon, your art teacher, you can’t help but be rather confused by his requests.

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Compromising Situation and Slight Dub-Con (Michael using his position of power over Reader, although she is consensual to the entire thing) (also Reader is absolutely legal, since she is 20, in this fic!), Blasphemous talk about Ecstasy.

“Shameless” (Dance Instructor! Michael+Prima Ballerina! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your dance instructor has always been an enigma to you, till a lone night in the dance-room, where dance and secrets ends up tangled together (exactly as you and Michael).

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP KIDS) Sex, Dom-Sub dynamics (with change of powers), Fingering, Guided Masturbation, slightly Dub-Con, Vulgarities, Mention of Satanism and Supernatural Themes, Slight Angst, Slut-Shaming and Religious Fanatism.

(Kinktober: (17th) Breeding Kink) (Supreme! Michael+Alpha! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Michael’s desire for you is suddenly so unhibited and strange and you can’t help but wonder what has caused it… although you are not complaining about it

WARNINGS: Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink/Creampie.

“Little Love Notes” (Outpost! Michael+ Ex-Secretary! Reader): (*).

SUMMARY: You have grown accostumed to leaving little cute notes on your boss’ desk, and this got you fired, as soon as Mr Langdon discovered the identity of his secret admirer… but appreantly it does’t end here…

WARNINGS: Rough (Unprotected: guys… please don’t do it withouth a condom, it does not only protect from unwanted pregnancies, but also it is against STDs) Sex (with things such as spanking and a lot of rough handling), Oral Sec (Female Receiving), Semi-Public Sex (Reader is on the phone at a certain point). “Sir” Kink, but generally BDSM relationship going on!

“Those Worlds” (Outpost! Michael+Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: When anything fails, Michael has to resort to those words..

WARNINGS: Just Michael Threateing People… and Mention of Depression and Anxiety.

“A Change Of (H)air & Other Things” (Outpost! Michael+Short Haired! Reader) 

SUMMARY: Life at the Outpost is pretty boring, mosty when you are separated from your love and waiting for him… and this prompts a little change with the help of a fellow survivor…

WARNING: Mention of Sex, and Hair Pulling… (also just Outpost! Michael being a little shit).

“The Magic Word Is” (Fire & Reign! Michael+Secretary! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Although you might be Michael’s submissive, he is completely wrapped around your little finger.

WARNINGS: Dom-Sub Relationship, Spanking, Punishment, Sexual Themes, Mention of Sexual SItuations, Nudity, Mention of Self-Harm.

“Preying On You” (Vampire Sojourn! Michael+Human! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: What was supposed to be a girls’ night out turn out much more bloody than what ou expected, but there might be some advantages to meeting a vampire…

WARNINGS: Unprotected (DON’T FORGET CONDOMS, KIDS), Rough Sex, Dub-Con, Blood Consumption and Blood Kink (THERE WILL BE BLOOD, KIDS!), Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Kidnapping (and mention of sexual trafficking, alongside use of drugs to kidnap), Michael being a bit of a stalker…

“My Burning Sun Will Someday Raise” (Vampire Crimeboss! Michael+Human! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: Your Michael Langdon’s little mouse: costantly searching for secrets for him, but once the truth is out, you might become more and more important to the cold-hearted man.

WARNINGS: Unprotected (WRAP IT UP, PLEASE!) Sex, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Blood (drinking and blood play), Mention of Violence, of Slut-Shaming, and Usage of Vulgar Terms.

“In The Garden of Evil” (Borgia! MIchael+Servant! Reader) (*). 

SUMMARY: The oldest story of all, the little mouse caugh in its own trap, as she spies something much juicier than any apple.

WARNINGS: Male Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Mention of Sex and Incest, Blasphemy and Renainssance mentions.

“Only Destiny Can Judge Us” (Supreme! Michael+Alpha! Reader) (*)

SUMMARY: The cycle that the prophecy spoke about is going to start again, and your nightmares are only the proof of how horrid it will all be again.

WARNINGS: Resurrection Talk, Violence, Non-Sexual Choking, Prophecy, AU; Unprotected (DO IT WITH PROTECTION, BABES!) Sex, Oral (Female Receiving) Sex, Fingering, Hate-To-Love.

“I Know The Science of The Ancient Flame” (Michael+Reader, Modern AU).

SUMMARY: Stuck in a tiny elevator with your ex-boyfriend, you suddenly discover that your story might be more classical than you thought.

WARNINGS: Angst, Past Trauma, Break-Up, Classical Annoying Things, Claustrophobia, Claustrophobic Spaces.

(Kinktober: (28th) Master/Mistress) (*).

SUMMARY: Your jealousy sometimes just gets the best of you

(Also this is inspired by a conversation I had with @/dyns33, so thank you, sweetie I hope you’ll like it, and alongside this… I have another idea for them).

Also this is based onto this.

WARNINGS: Bloody (I didn’t have a blood kink before this pairing…), Fingering, Oral Sex (Female Receiving), Squirting, Slightly Dub-Con (Vampire Mind Tricks), Master, Vulgarities, Mention of Drugs.

“A Cure For Unrequited Love” (Hawthorne Michael+Witch! Reader+Cordelia) (*).

SUMMARY; When your crush for the headmistress of Robinchaux, ends up badly, Michael decides to help you get over with it, with a rather “unorthodox” method…

WARNINGS: Rough Unprotected (as always wrap it up before doing the dirty; it will protect you from both unwanted pregnancy and STDs, be smart and safe, lovelies of mine) Sex (specifically we are talking about Hate-Sex, so be aware of that), Spanking, Slapping, Sir Kink, Degradation through harsh words, Oral Sex (Female-Male receiving) and  Magic involved in the bedroom (because that’s what I would do with magic, I am a hoe…). Also Angst, Heartbreak and Unrequited Love.

(Kinktober: (19th) Double Penetration) (Fuckboy! Michael+Reader+Incubus! Michael) (*)

SUMMARY: Michael can’t help but love your devilish mind, sometimes.

WARNINGS: Vaginal/Anal Sex, Unprotected (USE A PROTECTION KIDS, I LOVE YOU AND STAY SAFE)/Oral Sex (Female Receiving)/Incubus involved in sex/Double Penetretation.

“Terrible Thing” (Hawthorne! Michael+Scorned! Reader): (*)

SUMMARY: Boys will be boys, but then girls shall be girls and take their revenge and when one specific warlock we all know decides to do prank another witch… well he is about to learn that a scorned woman is the most dangerous beast of them all (Also, little suggestions: if you want to feel the full extense of this…listen meanwhile reading to “Terrible Things” by AG & Brad Gordon).

WARNING: There is no sex, but there is a bit foreplay and dirty talk, alongside a good amount of nudity so… you better read this in your room, alone…

“The Tomboy & The Model” (Model Michael+Tomboyish! Reader) (*)

SUMMARY: You and shy model Michael could be the most different people in the world, but somehow you end up working quite well together.

WARNINGS: Sub! Michael, Dom! Reader (also brief mention of Dom! Michael and Sub! Reader), Spanking, Oral Sex (Male and Female Receiving), Orgasm Denial, A Bit Of Dirty Talk, Use of the F-word, and Drunken Assault.

(Kinktober: (23rd) Model! Michael+Tomboy! Reader) (*).

SUMMARY: On a particular hard day Michael shows you how beautiful you truly are.

WARNINGS: Fingering (Female Receiving), Body Worship, In Front of A Mirror, Stress and Anxiety Mentions.

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In the woods there grew a tree - part 2

Alright guys, I have officially lost control of this thing. I’ve fallen in a writing frenzy with this and I have no idea WHAT I’M DOING!

I have fics to write, old fics that are collecting dust! I have my own original fantasy novel to work on! But here I am, a simp for ToA!

Anyway. 

Hope you all enjoy part 2 of In the woods there grew a tree! :)

Warning: tooth-rotting fluff and, depending on whom you ask, OOC-ness (I personally love myself a soft, collected, and maternal Angor Rot - pre-Morgana of course - so it’s canon for  me no I don’t take criticism)

Part 1 / Part 3

It didn’t take long for Angor Rot to figure out why the humans had abandoned little Charo in his woods. True to their fearful nature, they got rid of anything they did not understand and, without a doubt, the tiny baby was far beyond their comprehension.

A few days, like today, Angor also thought she was beyond his understanding.

“How are you doing this, little one?”

Angor watched the baby giggle happily as she clapped her chubby hands, her enormous eyes fixed on the colorful stones floating in circles above her head. She sat on a little foliage bed he had woven for her, keeping him company as he carved totems for defense. To this day all the previous totems went unused, absorbed back into Nature without need to birth any golems. But it didn’t hurt to be prepared.

Hearing his words, Charo turned her gaze to him. Those eyes glanced at his moving hands before raising to his. A smile was quick to tug on Angor’s lips and the baby gurgled in happiness, letting her body fall forwards so she was ready to crawl to him.

Her distraction caused the magic holding the colorful rocks to dissipate, and Angor Rot leaped, dropping his totem and knife on the ground so he could hook his hands under the baby’s armpits and pull her up before any rock could hit her.

Charo’s giggles ceased as Angor held her close, a disapproving frown on his face.

“Da?” She mumbled, tiny hands reaching out to lie on his stone cheeks. “Da!”

“Don’t ‘Da’ me. You need to be careful, little one.” Angor scolded, even though his frown eased into a reluctant smile. “What am I going to do with you?”

The baby smiled at him, and Angor felt that increasingly familiar warmth in his chest. Little Charo exhausted him to no end, but she never failed to make him indescribably complete.

“Come on. It’s time for your feeding. I need to milk the goats.”

“Da!”

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Charo’s feeding was always an event in Angor Rot’s village. All trolls stopped to watch their leader patiently spoon-feed goat's milk to the little human. Some watched with mirth, cooing at the scene and drawing close to pinch the baby’s soft cheeks, while others stood further back, observing the scene with disapproval in their eyes.

Angor Rot was keeping an eye on those trolls - a literal, all-seeing eye - but thankfully they showed no intention of taking matters in their own hands. For now, at least.

“Oh, my Spirits! Angor Rot, you’re- glowing!” 

Angor chuckled as his core glowed, a gentle blue light escaping through the areas of his body that lacked his outer layer of living stone. Sometimes little Charo’s magic did that; it reached out to his own energy and made it pulse with life, telling him she belonged there with him, completing him.

“At ease, my friend. This is just another way little Charo plays.” Angor Rot drawled, raising another spoonful of milk to the child perched on his knee. “It’s rather delightful magic.”

The startled troll dared to step closer, reaching out a finger to poke the baby. Charo’s big eyes moved towards him. She quickly forgot all about the spoon being offered to her and grabbed his stoney finger, giggling as her magic flew into the troll, soft and playful.

The troll’s eyes widened in surprise for a moment, before he relaxed into the unusual sensation. He felt something akin to warmth in his stony insides and quickly moved closer, taking a seat at his leader’s side to keep playing with the tiny human as he fed her.

Angor Rot chuckled at the scene, once again raising the spoonful of milk to Charo’s mouth. As the little girl took the wooden spoon in her mouth, his yellow eyes drifted to the displeased trolls hanging afar and he smiled at them, hoping that was proof enough they did not need to worry about the baby.

They exchanged mixed glances amongst themselves before bowing their heads to their leader and walking away.

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Years passed.

Gunmar’s force grew across the continent, and tales of his clashes against humans and trolls alike continued to spread terror within Angor’s people. Not only that, the human lord who lived outside the forest continued to expand his land, sending soldiers increasingly closer to the borders of their hidden village.

More than once, Angor Rot and his people had to move further into the woods to avoid being detected by the human lord and Gunmar’s soldiers, and he knew it was a matter of time before they forced him to take action.

War is coming. Angor thought grimly, yellow eyes fixed on the horizon. The sky was slowly gaining that deep purple colour that signalized dawn was close. I must be strong for my people.

With a sigh, Angor Rot lowered his gaze back to Earth and retreated into the large cave behind him. After a few twists and turns through narrow stone passages, he found his people moving around their village. This new home they made for themselves was simpler than the one before, houses built of wood and leaves instead of stone, but it was well-hidden inside a deep, underground cave.

“Dad!”

Angor Rot smiled, turning to greet his little Charo with a hug. The girl readily accepted the gesture, running into him and squeezing him tightly around the waist. Not letting go, she raised those doe-eyes to him, but there was a frown on her lips instead of the big smile he was so used to seeing.

“You left without me!” She accused. “You promised you’d take me along when you went out to set the wards, so I could practice.”

“Well, I went to your room to call you, but you were sleeping so soundly I couldn’t bear to wake you.” Angor explained. “You’re a human child, and you need your sleep.”

The girl sighed, pulling back to cross her arms over her chest. “You should’ve awakened me.”

Angor chuckled, laying a heavy hand to ruffle her messy hair, but stopped himself when he saw her flinch in pain as soon as he made contact.

“Charo. You have something to tell me?”

The girl’s eyes quickly moved away from him, dancing around the village as she looked for anything else to focus on. “No?”

Angor frowned, hooking his hands under the girl’s armpits and carrying her to a nearby tall block of stone. He perched her atop of it, and slowly examined her head, gently running fingers through her hair until he found a bump on the back of her skull. Despite not putting any pressure on it, the little girl flinched in pain again.

Angor Rot scowled, staring down at Charo. The little girl was twirling her thumbs in front of her, face lowered to the ground.

“I was… Uh, I fell.”

“You fell. On the back of your head?” 

“Yes. I was… You see, I was… Hmm... I was swinging! I mean, rocking! I mean, I was rocking the chair as I studied and fell backwards!” She spurted in a high-pitched voice that gave away her lie. “I know you told me not to do that. I’m sorry, dad.”

Charo was looking everywhere but at him, and Angor Rot was having none of it.

“Look at me, Charo.”

The little girl sighed and slowly raised her eyes, but before they could reach his own her gaze widened, frozen on something behind him.

Angor Rot quickly turned around, finding one of his people glaring back at the child. As soon as the troll noticed Angor’s gaze on them they looked away, quickly marching out.

Angor Rot clenched his fists, turning back to Charo. The little girl had a forced smile on her lips as she put on her best innocent face.

“Did they hurt you?”

The smile fell off. “No, of course not.”

“Charo, don’t lie to me.”

“I-I’m not… They didn’t actually hurt me or anything. It was my fault, really. I was running around, playing with the Gnomes, and slammed into them.” She said. “I fell down hard, that’s all.”

Just as she said that, a couple of Gnomes jumped into view, looking angry as always. One of them pointed at Charo, putting a toothy smile on his face. He ran in circles twice before going towards the other Gnome, who stood with a frown on his face. When he was close enough, the frowning Gnome reached out and pushed him down.

Angor’s eyes widened for a moment, before going back to the child, who was staring accusingly at the Gnomes. “They pushed you?”

“It was nothing, dad. Please don’t make a big deal out of it.” She pleaded in a small voice. “I think I startled them.”

Angor sighed, rubbing a hand over his face harshly. This was not the first time he came back to the village to find out some troll had mistreated Charo in his absence. While most of his people liked the girl well enough, some still had a hard time accepting a human and took whatever opportunities presented themselves for petty tricks like that. He had had a few talks with his people in the past, but still they went behind his back without making it too obvious.

There was a tug on his hand and when Angor looked down, little Charo was staring up at him with eyes full of worry. 

“Dad, I’m sorry I worried you.” Slowly her magic reached out to him, easing his anxieties if only for a moment. “But I’m fine, really. It was just a bump.”

Despite his anger, Angor smiled and pulled the girl up again, perching her on his shoulders as he knew she liked. Immediately she let out a stream of childish giggles.

“Come on, little one. It’s time for your breakfast.”

“Oh, can I have eggs. And bread with plum jam?”

“Hmm… I’ll see what I can do.”

“Yes!”

Angor chuckled and his core stone glowed with Charo’s magic. He looked down at himself, at the pieces missing from his body for a moment, and he had an idea.

Hmm… I’ll see what I can do.

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Intoxicated (Apollo Justice x Reader)

summary

You celebrate your tenth won trial with Apollo, and nobody else shows up to the party. The cheap booze lowers your inhibitions and you make bold claims that seem to spur things into action.

author’s note

Hello ! Haven't written in a long time, sorry if there are a lot of repetitions, poor vocabulary or OOC-ness. Any advice is welcome ;w; I wanted to write about a character that seems pure but can actually be lewd c:

You had joined the Wright Anything Agency a few months ago, as a rookie attorney. As you were more preoccupied by finding out the truth rather than blindly winning trials, it was an obvious choice, and they accepted you ! It had been a bit weird at first, as you were almost fangirling over everybody – they were kinda famous after all. Phoenix Wright was, as always, just slightly unprepared enough to yield awkward situations in court, but he also had the guts to guide him when needed – that and his Psyche Locks. Apollo was a very straightforward, bright and rigorous member of the team, yet hiding some insecurities and doubts under his booming “I’m fine !”. Athena quickly became your best friend, her energetic personality and open mind making her a partner of choice for investigations, trials and gossip talk. Trucy wasn’t there all the time, but she was sweet and kind, even though she knew way too well how to wrap Phoenix around her finger. Daughters are scary.

Your first trial was uneventful, as you were against one of the Payne brothers. You wondered how these guys managed to still have a job in court when they lost every single one of their trials. Or maybe it really was a different brother each time, and their family tree was a nightmare. The next prosecutor brought you back to the hard reality though, as it was Simon Blackquill. The guy looked almost loony if it wasn’t for his sharp mind and observations.

Truth is, being harassed by a bird while being almost physically threatened didn’t bring out the best lawyer out of you, but you had guts. You felt when things didn’t sit right, and when people tried to hide something. If you didn’t, what were you doing as an attorney in the first place ? Call it instincts or something else, but you could physically feel something off, with the hair on the back of your neck standing up, or your gut sinking, or feeling like somebody threw a bucket of cold water on you. It’s not like you could outright point out lies, but when somebody was covering something by overdetailing, overjustificating… you felt it. The worst was when the sensation was like being out of your own body. Those times were rare, but it happened, and you were glad there was somebody next to you in the courtroom. The first time it occurred, Athena slapped you back to reality and it was very painful. You did not recommend.

Your guts worked well with the Mood Matrix, as it helped you pinpoint exactly what was wrong with the testimony, but it worked about the same with Apollo’s bracelet. You hadn’t had the opportunity to defend with Phoenix, but you doubted you’d be of any help. He was the mentor after all, and had more than enough guts for everybody in the office. His power was less timing sensitive than the others’, so your intuition wouldn’t help pry some answers out. And to be fair, you were a bit scared of messing up with him. You were still a rookie, and he had won over a lot of different prosecutors, renowned ones too. He had the experience, hell, he even had a daughter !

That being said, your first months there went by without any hitch, except the usual ones – police not giving you clues, a detective preventing you from looking at crime scenes, people lying… Since Wright was so busy, you often paired with either Apollo or Athena, and your bonds grew stronger with both of them. Athena was your bestie, you could talk about anything with her and her enthusiasm helped a lot during investigations. Apollo was great too, he was focused, determined, and really fun to tease. To be fair, you had the slightest crush on him, he made you laugh and you knew you could trust him, there was no mischief in him. Maybe more than a slight crush, since you also found him insanely attractive in his red pants and waistcoat. You had a thing for waistcoats, and the way it hugged his form revealed his square shoulders and overall manliness, even though he was short. Okay, maybe you had thought about ridding him of the waistcoat or about his large hands roaming on your body, but it never exceeded that, thoughts. There was a pureness about him that prevented you from any advance or flirting you might’ve wanted to initiate, plus it’s kinda hard to flirt when on murder cases. Though that didn’t prevent certain witnesses to openly do it with the prosecution…

You had just won your tenth trial, a pretty hard one to be honest, with Apollo’s help. Everything you had thought about the truth had been turned upside-down and shaken around in about three days’ time. Even if it wasn’t how you expected it, your client was not guilty and the true culprit was arrested.

You and Apollo decided on a small party to celebrate the hard to crack case, bringing snacks and booze at the office after hours. Sadly enough, Athena was busy on a case with Phoenix and they were investigating out of town, and Trucy practiced her magic show. So the both of you binged on the snacks all evening and got wasted on cheap beers and homemade cocktails. The conversation was cheerful at first, talking about how well you performed during the trials and generally throwing flowers at each other, then, as the words became slurred, you just complained about how no one was there to celebrate with you. It was nearing midnight when you shifted from your sitting position on the couch, feeling dizzy, head buzzing from the intoxication. Apollo was in no better state than you were, arms thrown back on the couch and head tilted towards the ceiling. In the spur of the moment, you decided to rest your head on the man’s thighs, and drunk you found them to be very comfortable. As he looked down to see what you were doing, you looked up and your gaze got caught in his hazelnut eyes.

“Your eyes are beautiful” you blurted out without even thinking about it, the drinks you had removing a few of your social filters.

The room had been pretty silent before you even decided to talk, so you thought nothing of the calm that followed your bold statement. Still feeling dizzy, you closed your eyes in an attempt to sober up a bit. You didn’t think – maybe you didn’t think at all – that you could walk all the way to your apartment in that state. A shadow danced over your eyelids, you felt warm air somewhere on your face, you weren’t really sure where, and felt something hot and soft pressing on your lips. Your eyes flashed open, and you managed to muster enough brainpower to comprehend the situation. Apollo was kissing you. Somewhere in the back of your drunk brain, a voice squealed about how you liked him, but you never thought he would like you back or something like that. It faded in the distance as Apollo moved slightly and you tasted a bit of bourbon, mixed in with sweetness and softness. You felt him rise again, and sucked lightly on his bottom lip, making you part with an audible pop.

When you opened your eyes again, he was staring at you, a soft pink hue on his cheeks, though you couldn’t tell if it was because of the booze or the kiss you just shared. You sat back up again, staring at him as you didn’t really make sense of what was happening. He had kissed you, but your drunken mind thought that something was off. Did you have to say something ? You didn’t know, but you knew you wanted to kiss him again. Your brain was completely taken over by the pleasure you had felt moments ago, and only wanted you to reiterate it.

“Apollo” you slurred while rising to your feet, taking a tentative step to get closer to him, but you didn’t expect to land on one of the discarded bottles, making you lose your already faltering balance. In a haze, you felt you were going backwards until your fall was abruptly stopped by… Apollo ?

He had rose to his feet and caught you in a tight embrace, preventing you from collapsing on the ground. You stared at his face and he seemed sober enough, at least he had control over his body. But his eyes were lidded and his stare heavy, as if he was intoxicated by something entirely different.

“Apollo ?”

You then realized that your faces were only a very few centimeters apart, and as your gaze lowered to his lips, he closed the gap and pressed his lips against yours again. Your brain screamed in pleasure at the sensation, his mouth hot and your lips melting onto his, his embrace surrounding you and you couldn’t get enough of him. You wrapped your hands around his neck, trying to regain a semblance of balance and you felt him nudge you gently backwards. It took a few steps interrupted by scalding kisses until you felt like he wasn’t supporting all of your weight with his arms around your waist. Thinking about his potential strength made your gut flip and flop, flashing images of what he could do with his strong arms appearing in front of your eyes. You had to break the kiss to catch your breath, cheeks red, disheveled and panting a bit. It felt so good, why did it feel so good ? You took a look at Apollo and he was also blushing, his eyes lost gazing at you, his lips slightly parted. His perfectly combed hair was tousled and strands fell around his face; and you thought he was so sexy.

“Apollo…”

Almost on cue, you felt his hands slip under your untucked dress shirt and slowly rise to your waist, maybe a little higher, near your ribs. The shirt rode up and exposed some skin to the cooler air of the room, a sharp contrast to Apollo’s very warm hands. You shuddered, but it wasn’t from the cold, as your breath hitched in your throat when you felt a rough thumb rubbing small circles on your ribcage. It had always been one of your sweet spots for some reason, and he had pinpointed it first try. You cupped his face with your hands and brought him back to your lips, like a thirsty man being handed a cup of fresh water. Your lips collided with his and the embrace felt even more fiery than before, one of his hands moving to your back to press him even more into you, one of his knees parting your thighs and making you sigh in surprise. Your bodies were glued together and you couldn’t get enough of being pressed against the hard planes of his torso, his heat radiating through your clothes and lighting your body ablaze. You melted into his embrace, into his soft lips that nibbled and sucked at you tentatively, an inherent passion and gentleness in every move.

It was intoxicating… If you weren’t dizzy enough because of the drinks, you were now definitely high on Apollo’s lascivious kisses. It was unbelievable how you thought him to be so pure and childish, as he revealed the lewder, hungrier part of himself, claiming you as his own and engulfing you in his scorching hold.

You didn’t mind.

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Compulsive Gambler

Fandom: Kamen Rider Build

Relationship: Kiryu Sento/ Banjou Ryuga

Summary: AU!Yakuza stuff, where Banjou is having a bad day but one visit to the casino changes everything.  Also slightly OOC

Notes: Not sure if I want to add to this or leave as is, so for now its complete unless I want to follow with more. 

Ratings: Probably Teen? Slightly Non-con?  

Banjou Ryuga was not in the best moods tonight, his irritation level high as he parted the crowds roaming the streets.  He could hear the soft gasps of the strangers around him, as he and the large threatening bodies of his family members moved through the city.  

Well of course everyone should be wary of them, this family around Banjou wasn’t just a normal family, the intimidating men around him were Yakuza.  Specifically, a subsidiary of the dominate Yakuza gang in the area; and in charge of the subsidiary was the lean auburn haired Banjou.

“Captain, why don’t we go to the casino?~”

Blinking the lean boy looked up, staring down the glittering neon street.  Right in front of them was a bright bold arrow pointing to a gold painted building with ‘Golden Palace Casino’ written on it.  This location was special though, this place was a hang out for their family, and one of the many businesses playing for ‘protection’.

“Oh yeah~ Come on lets try our luck!”  Sawatari Kazumi grinned next to Banjou. “Come on Captain! Lets cut loose!”

The other’s around him chattered eagerly, hoping that their leader would agree. Rolling his dark eyes, Banjou ran his fingers through his tresses, “Sure, why not? Come on everyone!”

Yeah, maybe after throwing some card down, the restless boy would be in a better mood.

“Yes! First round on me Captain!”  With a cheer the group continued down the street, stalking their way up to the entrance of the glittering casino.

“W-W-welcome Sirs!-“ As soon as they went past the foyer, the person behind the welcome desk stuttered, writing his hands nervously.  Well, it wasn’t surprising, every month they would have to deal with the Yakuza, and their ‘protection fee’.

Within a few minutes the men had beers in their hands, the boys happily settled at their own private table in the corner.  

“Ah! Captain you got a 21! Lucky!”  Kazumi grinned patting the back of the smaller male.  Grinning to himself, Banjou watched as the nervous dealer pushed the winning chips to him.  Yes, this was definitely a good way to blow off his extra steam.  

“O-Oi! Asshole, you cant get that lucky that often!”  Suddenly, the light hearted chatter in the casino fell into a hushed whisper, the customers gazes trying to stay away from the problem.  

Banjou’s lips fell into a frown, as he tilted his head, glaring at the direction the commotion was coming from.  He watched silently as large security guards reached for a lean boy in a long trench coat by the roulette table.  

“Don’t touch me!”  The boy’s hand lifted, swatting at the bodyguard’s hand, “I’ll leave!”

Even from their corner spot, the Yakuza Captain could see the boys wide almond eyes, dark, and defiant, sunken into his lean face.  Such delicate features for someone who was so feisty.  Then as if watching in slow moment, Banjou watched as the bouncer’s hand fell upon the troublemaker’s shoulder, the boy shifted his weight and in a blink of an eye the large man was on his back.

“O-OI!”

Amusement danced in the eyes of the Yakuza Captain watching as the other guards began to surround the lean boy.  But before it went any further, Banjou got up, and motioned his men to get up and move towards the circling boys.

“Guys, relax~ What did he do?”  Banjou called out, slowly coming up, parting the gang of men.  Tilting his eyes he finally took in the lean boy causing all the fuss.  Slender face, with those large dark almond eyes behind impossibly long lashes. Beautiful, pale, lean neck that flowed into a equally lean body.  Feeling his heart skip, Banjou couldn’t think of another word other than, ‘cute’.

The dark haired boy stared back at him with an intensely curious gaze, unsure what to think about the obvious mobster.  

“Sir, he was cheating at the game!”

Clicking his tongue, the stranger huffed, “Psh, prove it!”

The bodyguard growled, “Why you! There is no way you could win so many times-!”

Lifting his hand, Banjou lips curled into a smile, his mind turning with the statement.

“Prove it! You can’t can you!”

Could this boy have found a way to win at roulette without being caught?  Was that possible?! Crossing his arms over his lean chest, Banjou watched at the confident boy flaunting his obvious knowledge.      

“Well, why don’t we straighten out mm?” Motioning to Kazumi, Banjou watched as the lean boy was grabbed by the shoulder and arms, “Come on, lets talk.”

“Get off!” But it was no use, the lean boy couldn’t fight against the larger male.  The small group funneled through the casino, the Yakuza Captain leading them into the back VIP rooms.

“Out!” With a loud roar, Banjou watched as everyone in one of the used rooms ran out, their voices high in fear.

Lifting his hand, Banjou motioned towards the chair, “Sit.”

The mysterious boy eyeballed the door, as the Yakuza family members slowly slipped outside, taking their place guarding the front door.  With a sigh, the lean boy slowly took a seat, his eyes still shimmering with defiance.  

“So…what’s your name?” Banjou wanted to start out slowly, knowing full well that if he pushed, all he was going to get was resistance and lies.

“You can’t keep me here…I’ve done nothing…” His voice was firm, matching his defensive behavior.  

Sliding into a chair next to the boy, Banjou repeated. “Whats. Your. Name?”

His tone dripped with aggression, his eyes gleaming within the bright florescence lights.

Biting his lower lip anxiously, the stranger’s expression shifted, ever so slightly, his eyes momentary deep in thought.  Finally, the lean boy lifted his head, brushing back some of his chocolate tresses behind his small ear.  

“…Kiryu…Kiryu Sento…”

Humming lightly to himself, Banjou leaned forward onto his forearms.  “Sento hmm?  So…tell me…How did you do it? How did you manage to win like that?”

There it was again, that flicker of defiance in Sento’s eyes before he nonchalantly said, “I don’t know what you are talking about…I’m just lucky…”

The sound of scuffling filled the room as Banjou got up, a small knife magically appearing in the Yakuza’s hands.  The glittering blade pressed gently against the boys lean pale neck, with just enough force that the other barely breathed in fear of getting cut.  

“W-What are you doing?!” Sento’s voice came out in a strangled whisper. “Get that away from me…”

Banjou’s eyes shimmered watching as a small delicate line of red formed on the skin underneath the blade. The Captain was done trying to be nice, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

“Don’t you know…” He whispered, watching as Sento’s eyes grew into the size of saucers.  “That the money here, belongs to the Yakuza?”

Suddenly the cute stranger stiffened in his chair, his lips parting as if he wanted to speak, but dared not to.  Banjou had thought that it was well known that this place was under their thumb, and the money basically funneled into their pocket?  But, based on how the look of defiance was disappearing from the boys gaze, a look of fear replacing the Captain knew finally the boy was cracking. And just that fact, breaking the other without his normal violence, sent an exhilarating rush of heat and excitement down his body.  

Lifting the knife just every so slightly, Banjou dragged it down his button only applying the slightest of pressure to pop them off.  Inch by inch, the blade parted the fabric, allowing the Yakuza the thrilling sight of the pale flawless skin underneath his shirt.  The room was quiet, besides the soft, shuddering breaths from Sento, as Banjou continued to tear apart his shirt with no resistance.  

“…S-Stop…I-I’m sorry…I’ll return-“

Flicking the last of the buttons with the tip of his knife, Banjou scoffed, “You think that will fix everything? No…returning the money is the least of your worries…”

His eyes greedily took in the boys lean, fragile looking chest, parting the shirt with the tip of his knife, “Now…why don’t you be a good boy…and they will never know~”

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Does It Hurt? [Whumptober 2019 - Day 11: Stitches]

Summary: Upon seeing a friend after his surgery, Norika gets curious about stiches, starting a conversation on the topic.

Fandom: Inazuma Eleven (Coffeeshop AU) Relationship: Platonic Norika, Haruna, Tachimukai and Tsunami friendship goodness

Content Warnings: Brief implied depiction of surgery

Wordcount: 900 words

Notes: God, who knew imagining this crew of characters being around my current age (I'm almost 21, if you're curious) was this fun? It has no rights to be this nice, I'm getting everyone terribly OOC and yet I don't feel any bad about it, that's the magic of AUs I suppose lol These four are my new go-to friend squad, not unlike my DRV3 ship squad (which is either an OT4 or just very close Saimatsu and Kaimaki) Also yeah stitches, taken in the lightest way possible, because I'm a fluff ball these days and I don't wanna apologize for that so woops take it, take my children being pure together and for maximum self-indulgence, it's for my coffeeshop AU too! yeet!

Event hosted by @whumptober2019

AO3 version available here.

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“…does it hurt?”

Norika’s question is a genuine one. Like anything she doesn’t understand quite by herself, she asks with unhinged curiosity; but this time, she also asks with concern laced in her intentions, even if it breaks through their tranquil silence.

“It doesn’t if you don’t move around much,” Haruna answers her from the other side of the bed, sitting on a chair as elegantly as she always does.

“And you know that because?” Tsunami chimes in, arms crossed, sitting next to her.

“G-guys…”

“Yuuto once had a surgery where he ended with a few stitches.”

“Huh?” Tsunami looks utterly baffled. “I don’t really see Kidou get into trouble enough that it’d require stitches of all things!”

“Kidou, like, the Kidou?! Yeah, I don’t see it either!”

“I think I have a picture somewhere of the both of us from when he was still recovering from that… Ut wasn’t his fault either, so it’s not as incredible as you’re making it out to be. Even if it made for one unusual sight for sure…”

“G-guys, can I reply to Umihara myself?”

“Ah, sorry! Go for it!”

 Sitting in the bed is an embarrassed Tachimukai contemplating his friends blabbering about someone else entirely in his own hospital room. They’re always fairly turbulent and tend to get carried away very easily, but this one is a particularly clear instance, to Norika. Much to her chagrin, Tachimukai still isn’t as assertive as the three of them, despite her encouragements. These are things that don’t change from a day to the other, she supposes.

Suddenly, six eyes are on him, and he almost coils when he realizes that; yet he laughs it off, a hand brushing against where his bandages must be.

 “They don’t really hurt,” he describes, eyes glancing at the fingers dancing in the fabric of the covers. “I don’t feel them this much… They sting if I move around, sure, and it’s honestly frustrating to having to stay this still all the time, but they don’t hurt by themselves.”

“Ah, I see,” Norika responds, nodding and humming along. “That’s good then! I was worried you’d be hurting even further with these!”

“You’ve never had any stitches, Umihara?”

“No, I’ve never needed any surgery… Which is good, because Inakuni didn’t have a big clinic and my mom was worried for me. I feel safer getting injured in Inazuma because of that, talk about a paradox!”

They both laugh to her little joke. Tsunami joins them soon afterwards, most likely understanding her sentiment, before Haruna eventually completes their little outburst.

 “Anyway, how are you feeling, Tachimukai?” Haruna then asks, arms crossed, putting her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose. “I believe the anaesthetics have faded away by now.”

“Heh… Kinda numb, I’d say? I mean, it feels sore where the stitches are, that’s the main complaint I can make about the situation for sure, but aside from this, I feel fine. Well, huh, for someone who’s just had surgery done on him, I guess!”

“You sound used to it,” she immediately comments, and Norika’s heart leaps.

“I’ve just been through it before, albeit not for that specific procedure,” he chuckles. “Which is a given, absolutely much so.”

“Why so?” Haruna presses on, eyes squinting and mouth frowning in the need of an answer.

“Ah… I broke something when I was in high school. They had to switch some bones around, I think? It was pretty bad, that’s for sure, but it’s not like I haven’t recovered since then.”

Something sounds… off in his tone, but Norika doesn’t point it out: maybe it’s just her, maybe it’s just the anaesthetics playing one last trick. She’ll figure it later, and Haruna will most likely figure it all out before she even finds the first clue anyway. No need to hassle herself with that impression just yet.

 “Wait. I’ve just realized something!”

Everyone suddenly turns to Tsunami, who’s stuck his palm with his fist, eyes wide open and blinking rapidly. The change in tones is astounding, but that’s to be expected from someone like him, coming as spontaneous as possible from a human being.

“What is it?” Norika asks, curiosity instantly picked.

“Aren’t you gonna have troubles taking a shower, with those things?”

 The two girls find themselves staring at their friend awkwardly, surprised less by the general mood whiplash, which Norika actually finds more comfortable than whatever they were trying to talk about earlier, than the fact neither of them thought about it before Tsunami pointed it out.

“T-that’s right!” She scrambles for words. “You’re not supposed to be able to wet them, right?!”

“Ah, yeah, that’s true… It’s going to be a little more difficult than usual, but it’s nothing I can’t manage. I’ll be fine! It’ll be more inconvenient and annoying than anything else.”

“You’re sure you don’t need help?” Tsunami insists. “Because I can always give you a hand in the bathroom in that case!”

“Ah, I can do so too!” Norika adds, fists balled up into excited balls.

Haruna simply giggles to all of this commotion, before adding a comment of her own.

“Just make sure to be careful, Tachimukai. Call for help if you need it, okay?”

“Ah, huh… Sure!”

 Norika concludes that stitches aren’t such a big deal from this conversation, but still doesn’t want any of it near her skin. Doesn’t seem like her thing.  

[homenum-revelio-hq]

Welcome to the Order of the Phoenix, Sara!

You have been accepted for the role of non-biography character, CONFIDENCE “CONNOR” BROWN! This application was an absolute delight to read! I loved how developed you’ve made Connor and I feel like he’ll have a lot of really fun things to bring to the table. I am really excited to have an Order member who is sort of is he part of us, but yeah he’s really part of us. I am so excited to have you as part of this roleplay!

Please take a look at the new member checklist and send in your account within 24 hours! Thank you for joining the fight against Voldemort!

OUT OF CHARACTER:

NAME: Sara

AGE: fourscore and seven years ago…

TIMEZONE: est

ACTIVITY LEVEL: I’m around every day and will try to post most days

ANYTHING ELSE: Nothing in particular, I can take care of my own squicks.

CHARACTER DETAILS:

NAME: Confidence Brown (he goes by Connor)

AGE: 26

GENDER, PRONOUNS, and SEXUALITY: Connor is certain he’s heard of this thing called gender, he even plays her every so often but… owning it? Having one? Oh, sorry, no. He hasn’t owned one since he was in fifth year and he realized he really didn’t have to. That did not go over well with his parents who had joined, and remain, part of a severe religious community. The whole witch thing also didn’t go over well but they made peace until makeup started coming out. Sexuality is much the same. Connor uses he/him pronouns and relishes the comparative freedom of the magical community verses the muggle in this regard.

BLOOD STATUS: Muggleborn

HOUSE ALUMNI: Slytherin–what’s that? All Slytherin’s are blood purist arseholes? Connor might not have had the easiest path at Hogwarts or elsewhere but that’s not to say he didn’t make friends (or gather the right blackmail to smooth the way) and insinuating that everyone is evil from his house would earn a laugh or a hex and maybe both.

ANY CHANGES: 

CHARACTER BACKGROUND:

PERSONALITY:

There are two certain things about Connor Brown: he’s going to survive and he’s going to be fabulous while doing it.

Sure his mother named him Confidence well before he showed any of that but he certainly grew into the name. How could he not with the looks kids gave him on the playground? And then when he first tumbled off the Hogwarts Express and into Slytherin. That’s not to say Connor deserves pity–oh no. He’s taken everything he’s gotten and cheerfully made it into something he can not only enjoy but thrive in.

Slytherin became a (sometimes dangerous) playground of learning who to befriend and who to blackmail (and Connor, true to the house he had been sent to, was always good at that). When he was asked to leave his parent’s house, he found another–a better one.

His ego led him to believe that he would have to gift the wizarding world with Camp but one accidental step down the wrong alley and into Ganymede Gentleman’s Club (it can’t be that, can it?) showed him that the wizarding world has known what Camp is for generations.

The problem is much of Connor is bravado and showmanship. Sure he is quite talented in disguising spells, and he’s always had a deft hand at arranging muggle or magical transportation! But every dance has to come to an end some time or else a guy or gal will twist their ankle and make it end. Connor has learned never to lean too hard on anyone and that self-protection has carried him well, but it’s a two-sided blade that can easily lead to a sloppy mistake that could get him or someone in his care killed. That’s not even to speak of his pridefulness and penchant for eavesdropping… and possibly lacing a drink or two.

For recon purposes, of course, and only for the Order.

BRIEF OVERVIEW OF FAMILY:

His parents Mary and Jon Brown disowned him after catching him coming home from a party all dressed up at eighteen. Parties were bad enough, what he was dressed in was worse. He moved out that night.

Be-Joyful Brown: sister. it took a while but now they are back in contact and even meet up occasionally…   in public. She is two years younger than him.

Lavender Brown: Joy’s young daughter. Connor calls her the Lavender Menace… Joy doesn’t understand given that Lavender is an infant and can’t menace anything.

OCCUPATION:

Connor happened upon the Ganymede Gentleman’s Club shortly after being jumped by muggles outside of a muggle gay club. He crashed there for three nights before the owner took pity on him and gave him a job and a closet of a flat at the top of the town-home-turned revelry and tryst site.

Jobs Connor has had at the oldest Gentleman’s Club near Diagon Alley:

Waiter—more flirt then helpful

Doorman�� less bouncer, more greeter looking for codewords

Bartender—more eye candy then proficiency

Entertainment—a continuous portion of Connor’s club life, although he has moved on from it for a full time gig

Host—a sort of lower level manager who tries to de-escalate while being a flirt

Manager of the House—arguably the highest job without owning the establishment

It’s important to note that this Magical Molly Club has functioned not just as a place for gentlemen (and women) of a certain disposition to meet, put on ridiculous shows, dance and play cards–but for married pureblooded people to meet up with their lovers. There's history here–but all of it laced with someone going shhh! And that is just the type of environment Connor needs when someone sends him a message asking for him to get some poor wix out of trouble in London and out to the McKinnon farm.

The actual space is just off Diagon Alley and is more a charmed and modified townhome than anything. The important thing is that it doesn’t look like anything and there’s even a keyword to get in. Inside there is a bar, a very small stage, and a lot of small tables that can be removed to create a dance floor. There are then a maze of rooms–because what better way to keep out unwanted guests and raids then magic helping scramble who might be where?

ROLE WITHIN THE ORDER/THOUGHTS ABOUT THE ORDER:

It’s all fun and games until people start dying. Connor comes from a very religious family and was a muggleborn in Slytherin: he knows what like to be hated on sight for something he can’t control. He also knows what he has in him to provide (housing, transportation, gossip) and he knows what he can’t (good support in a complicated duel or medical). Also, at the very end of it: Connor wants to help but he does not want to die. That doesn’t mean he’ll squeal, but it does mean he likely has a ticket for himself squared away if there should ever be a need. Hope for the best, prepare for the worst—and that’s his feelings about the Order in a nutshell. Connor has not survived this long by pinning his cloak to fantasy.

More clearly: Connor is a low-level member of the Order. He has no interest in climbing the ladder, little interest in skirmishes. He attends a bare minimum of meetings and functions as a sort of middle-stop for those who need to escape to the McKinnon farm. He puts people up in one of the ‘for rent’ rooms at the club and then finds the best way to move them…and sometimes that’s with him and an airplane ticket. He’s not the most well known and he’s happy with that, too, because it means he might get out if everything goes tits up.

SURVIVAL: 

Is Connor part of the Order? He hadn’t heard of that. Truthfully, Connon makes very certain not to carry any identification on him that would imply, however indirectly, that he was part of the Order of the Phoenix. The most he might do is flirt with one who came into Ganymede Gentleman’s Club –but he flirts with everyone, really, so is that such a surprise? It might be more of a surprise if he flirted with Rodolphus Lestrange—and he’s not going to confirm or deny that. It goes so far that he’s not above disguising himself before going to Marlene’s for a meeting. Sure Marlene knows who he is, and Caradoc–any older Order Member, really, but why advertise? Besides, he likes dressing up. He doesn’t hide to those he hides in the club on the way to the McKinnon’s, however, because he figures they’re already scared enough and trusting someone with a fake face on would be a little too much.

RELATIONSHIPS: variable depending on the characters in-game. I do have some ideas but I would need to talk to some players to confirm since a few are likely to be apped!

Caradoc —They met when Connor was a first year and in tears over something he is certain was utterly stupid. Truthfully Connor does not remember what it was and doesn’t really care. He does care about Caradoc, however, and the ways he’s changed from Hogwarts to now. He sometimes gets on Caradoc’s case about his missing smile and the way he responds to some jokes nowadays but there’s a clear limit on what he can say—after all, Connor has changed, too.

Younger Order Members—Connor both delights and hopes to avoid many of the younger order members. He’s a need-to-know sort of bloke and most of them, well, he’s not sure they do. Then again, there’s always a sort of delight in seeing the gears turn in someone’s face as they try to place him, place the Club, or any other number of things… and, okay, he wouldn’t mind seeing some of the dramatics he’s heard about the younger members doing… so long as it all turns out okay in the end.

Connor as a first year at Hogwarts was rather sensitive—that swiftly changed into the sometimes garish, often entertaining, presentation he still manages today. The problem is he’s grown less and less able to take it off or put it to the side as the daily prophet brings darker news. He’s still a good friend but friends have to learn not to guard so much and that, along with the general air of suspicion that permeates the entire community, have likely begun to curdle all but the strongest of bonds.

OOC EXPLORATION:

SHIPS/ANTI-SHIPS: Connor/Chemistry Connor/Ooops and Connor/One Night Stand Oh God No

WHAT PRIVILEGES AND BIASES DOES YOUR CHARACTER HAVE?

Connor would Iike to say his varied layers of what the hell bad times have predisposed him to being accepting of all…but the truth of the matter is Werewolves scare him. It’s not disgust. Its fear bred from, of all things, bad muggle horror movies. He was only six or seven, he snuck out of the movie he was supposed to see to see Curse of the Werewolf or something similar. So while he would swallow it and let someone in need in (what would he have done if someone hadn’t done the same to him?), there’s an honest fear response that comes from childhood. He’s also afraid of dogs, though, so he’d probably blame a whole canine sort of thing for his unease.

Connor is also a bit biased against Purebloods. Sure his friends are alright… but all that sneaking around because you’re married? It’s probably something bred from having a ultimately failed or doomed relationship with such a person but he has more then enough history to look at most Purebloods and go fuck you. This is also why he has such a cashe of secrets just-in-case.

Privilege wise: Connor has had the privilege to find safe places to land and make use of every not-so-great situation he’s found himself in. He has a solid job, he’s been able to make himself invaluable (although it’s unlikely the Pureblood who owns the Gentleman’s club would ever think about letting him own the space), and he is stable enough to help others. Thats pretty remarkable overall for a queer muggleborn born to working class parents.

WHAT ARE YOU MOST LOOKING FORWARD TO? I love a good AU, I love a game where you can create a little something more… and when the characters I considered got apps I tried to think: what could be useful here. I hope to muck around and make trouble for multiple characters…and introduce a little queer history into the backdrop.

PLOT DROP IDEAS (OPTIONAL): I don’t have any specific ideas right now but I imagine Ganymede Gentleman’s Club will be quite useful.

ANYTHING ELSE? N/A

EXTRA FOR NON-BIO CHARACTERS:

This section is only if you are applying for a character that does not yet have a biography written (i.e. a character not listed on the character page). Essentially, any Marauders Era character can be applied for, so long as they can realistically fit into the plot and add substance to the roleplay! It may be a good idea to send a message to the main before you do this so we are all on the same page.

PAST: Connor’s parents joined a small offshoot of the Evangelical Alliance movement in the UK. Or, maybe, they were part of that community first and later it latched itself onto the Evangelical Alliance. Truthfully, Connor doesn’t remember which came first and it hardly seems important now. The important thing was, that it meant his childhood involved daily prayer, every-other-day church service, and the few children around all had names like Be-Faithful, Be-Joyful, and He-Provides. Confidence, by comparison, was a very reasonable name, although even before a witch showed up on their tiny flat’s doorstep his parents wished they had named him Humility instead. How he did not get stoned to death for being a wizard he will never know. He did start to suspect his parents had been bewitched when they couldn’t seem to look at his textbooks but not in a way that represented any sort of discomfort or pain. The second part of his childhood came with more than he could have ever imagined. The food was richer (and more plentiful, given that his mother worked only part-time in a shop and his dad worked as an assistant minister), the clothing more dramatic and in so many colors, and the magic. Slytherin was not the easiest house for a muggleborn but Connor rarely protested because there was always, always more and it was learn fast how to swim or drown.

PRESENT: It took a while. It took being sent from his parents’ home and not seeing his sister for a good three years—but Connor believes he has finally found his soft landing. Ganymede Gentleman’s Club is even more decadent than Hogwarts—and he gets to live there, and perform there, and talk to anyone who comes in the door (even if they don’t want to)! To make things better, Connor is able to get his well-powdered nose in the thick of gossip…and use his theatrics to help out others who might find their lives taking on too much water. He might not be able to do so indefinitely, the club only has a finite number of rooms ( he’s not a McKinnon!), but he can do something and he takes great pleasure in that. If that pleasure is partially in sticking his nose up at Pureblood politics, well…he’s allowed to have his heart in the right place and his unabashed glee right next to it.

FC CHOICES: Ezra Miller …and second option Keiynan Lonsdale

[luci-is-a-devil-]

Mermaid!Rocky

Notes: so this is late but it’s finished!!! I haven’t written for minhyuk so this might be ooc, but it’s cute. Hope you like it Nonnie!! Requests are open!

•mermaids and humans had lived together for a while although it was a strange concept 

•you, a mermaid that lived on land, hated the water

•it’s not like you could drown, or even really harm yourself under it

•but if you got wet, you grew your tail and you exposed yourself

•most mermaids he figured out that you could live on land, that you could pretend to be a human

•your parents had left the ocean behind, to raise you in a better environment 

•you were appreciative, but it also felt like a part of you was missing, like you hadn’t explored that part of you yet

•but as a high schooler, there wasn’t much you could do

•every day started off the same, saying goodbye to your parents, running over to your neighbors house, you entered their car

•”morning Y/N!”

•Sanha was practically the sun, he beamed at you as he spoke, his pearly teeth on full display

•smiling back at him, you returned the greeting

•Jinwoo had already begun driving, so you buckled up and zoned out

•which was for the best because Sanha had decided to start screeching along to the radio

•when Jinwoo pulled up to the high school, Sanha practically flew out of the car, saying goodbye to the two of you

•he was having a feud with someone in his class over a window seat, so obviously he had to get their first

•you laughed, while Jinwoo just shook his head in Sanha’s direction, a fond smile on his face

•”you coming to dance practice tonight?”

•the two of you were walking to your first class, as Jinwoo had taken his big brother roll very seriously

•”yeah, myungjun still hasn’t finished his project?”

•just talking about the brunettes boyfriend made him smile, his cheeks a dusty pink

•”of course not. He’s left it for the last minute, as usual.”

•waving to him as he dropped you off at your class, you got to your seat

•you sat in the back mostly, except for art and dance

•classes passed slowly, information being crammed into your brain for hours

•

•when the final bell rang, you walked out of the classroom

•you were supposed to wait for one of the boys to pick you up but you figured it wasn’t too far away

•your bag felt pretty heavy, which slowed you down

•stares were passed your way as you walked, fairly quickly but not fast enough to be running

•being a mermaid wasn’t a secret that you had been able to keep, as rain or anything to do with water had put a damper on plans

•your parents had told the school, which they had made sure that other mermaid teenagers had went to before

•so your teachers were warned to be careful with liquids around you

•but students were mean

•water balloons, random splashes of water, and so much more had been thrown at you

•growing your tail wasn’t painful, but it was embarrassing as your clothes kinda magically came off of you

•so you were shirtless without a tail, and then when you changed back, you were naked

•which definitely went against dress codes

•also why Jinwoo preferred to have someone walk you

•but sometimes you wanted to walk by yourself, that you wanted to feel a little bit like an adult

•but as there were a group of guys following you, laughing meanly

•you quickened your already fast pace, keeping your eyes on where you’d have to turn

•as you curved around the turn, you felt your back get drenched

•not even bothering to turn around to glare, you continued your sprint, hoping to get inside before you turned

•luckily you made it inside the dance room, unluckily, you fell face first as your legs turned into their pale pink tail

•a yell from Sanha ringed in you ears, as you just laid on the floor, not wanting to expose yourself

•”what’s happening?” 

•an unfamiliar voice asked, his voice sounding smooth as he questioned, amusement in his voice

•”y/n?”

•Jinwoo was next to you the fastest, his sweater on you in a second

•sitting up to the best of your abilities, you pulled the sweater over your chest

•”how may I help you?”

•you asked, laughing as you did so, knowing that this was an awful first impression

•”you can tell me who did this, to start off with.”

•Jinwoo was obviously upset, a scowl on his face

•”not important, don’t worry about it.”

•you replied, attempting to dry yourself off with the towel dongmin handed you

•a sigh fell from jinwoo’s lips, knowing that he wouldn’t get any names

•”y/n, this is Minhyuk, the kid Sanha has been fighting with.”

•cackling at the introduction, you waved to the younger boy

•”Hi Hyuk, I’m y/n, if you couldn’t tell, I’m a mermaid.”

•still laughing, you introduced yourself to the brunette who had a smile on his face as he waved back

•when your legs came back, you put on your pants, keeping Jinwoo’s sweater on

•

•it has been a month since the mermaid fiasco, and there had been no mermaid turning since then

•but it was the yearly swim test, meaning that the school brought all three hundred fifty kids to a lake

•with several mermaids there had to be different rules so mermaids had to wait until everyone else was done

•so you were hanging out with Minhyuk, the only boy who showed up today

•you had to admit, you had feelings for the brunette

•he was nice, and gentle and he listened to your problems and was a just generally calming presence to be around

•plus he dance amazingly and he was cute, icing on the cake

•you were speaking about your hatred of the water, which was slightly amusing to Minhyuk who was laughing

•which made you laugh along, acknowledging that it was kinda ridiculous 

•so when you got up to go get a drink, the atmosphere was nice

•everyone was happy to be out of the school and to be hanging with their friends

•which made you put your guard down

•a mistake really, you knew what these kids were like

•so when someone pushed you into the water, you freaked out as you were submerged into the water

•screaming bloody murder when you were in the water, panic filled you, even though you knew you could swim

•as one of the lifeguards took you out of the water, wrapping you in a towel as you shook

•what you did see in your panic was Minhyuk yelling at the kid who pushed you into the water

•two teachers pulled the two apart before they got into a fight, minhyuk’s face was red with anger already

•”Hyuk.”

•you called, wanting him over to you

•minhyuk walked over to you, his face only a slight pink

•”are you okay?”

•Minhyuk asked, anger was laced in his voice 

•”I’m fine, cold.”

•you were still shaking, you weren’t sure if it was from the cold or just the shock

•minhyuk’s hand was in your own, smiling at him, your cheeks flushed

•”hey hyuk?”

•you called him once more, his eyes turned back onto you, Gentle as usual

•”yeah?”

•Minhyuk questioned, tilting his head slightly

•”I’m holding my whole world in my hand.”

•a cheesy confession that made you blush, and made minhyuk freeze

•”huh???”

•hyuk practically yelled, getting some teachers attention

•”I like you, a lot. Will you be my rock?”

•another cheesy confession, you were on a roll

•minhyuk’s cheeks flushed, but he nodded smiling brightly at you

•kissing him on the cheek, you laughed as he spluttered at you

•your tail returned to your pair of legs, to which you then informed the teacher so they could bring you pants

•

•the next day when you arrived at school, by yourself the boys all crowded around you

•Jinwoo was fuming again, as he had already heard about the incident from minhyuk, the snitch

•”it’s fine Jinwoo, my boyfriend took care of it.”

•smiling at the elder, you laughed as he turned his glare on minhyuk, who visibly gulped

•taking minhyuk’s hand in your own, you yelled that he was gonna walk you to class, and then both of you laughed as Jinwoo sighed

•and Sanha stuck his tongue out at minhyuk, claiming the chair as his own forever now

[realrhythmskrp]

DISPATCH, (04/16/17): BKB Entertainment has officially released information about main vocalist, Cho Haneul, on re-FUSE’s official website! Haneul is a ‘93 liner and has been beloved by fans since his debut in 2016. Find out more about Haneul below!

I, CHO HANEUL, have read and understand the terms and conditions as my position of MAIN VOCALIST and agree to honor the standards that are to be expected of me as an employee of BKB ENTERTAINMENT.

OOC INFORMATION

Preferred name: adria

Pronouns: she/her

Timezone:gmt-3

Other muses: –

Password (for reservations only): –

IC INFORMATION

Faceclaim: jeon jungkook ( BTS )

Name: cho haneul

Stage name (if applicable): –

Idol concept: haneul is completely ok with the ice prince sort of concept that his company is trying to sell with him; after all, he’s good with the whole ‘resting bitch face’ due to his shy nature combined with his difficulties with expressing him feelings to others, that only changing when he starts to perform almost like a switch has clicked. however, haneul actually is a little more awkward than simply the ‘cold’ guy from the animations his fans seem to love so much; much more closed off when he isn’t in front of a camera and doesn’t have to go out of his way to be friendly to others. haneul is much more of a ‘in his corner’ type of guy, the one that doesn’t go so well with groups because he has two left feet when it’s about how to deal with other human beings— that combined with his disinterest for confrontation in the first place just makes him avoid them as much as it’s possible. ( he also wishes that his fans would stop asking for his aegyo because he just sucks at it ).

Birth date and age: september 1st ‘93 ( 23 )

Company name: bkb entertainment

Group Name (if applicable): re-fuse

Group Position (if applicable): main vocalist

Strengths: + singing: one of the few things that haneul is good at; not only because of his unique tone but the control of his voice, especially his falsettos. he’s someone who puts his heart in every single note that he sings and is able to touch people with his singing. + acting: haneul himself doesn’t know how someone so bad at expressing his own emotions can be so good at it with the simple magic of putting on a character of someone else. acting was never something that he considered; nonetheless it was a pleasant surprise that he could empathize so much with his characters, understand their personalities and then play them out in the scenes that he’s cut to do.

Weaknesses: + variety skills: he isn’t witty or funny or has good reactions; haneul is a disaster when it’s about variety shows. the few times that he tries to give some sort of witty or funny retort it always comes off or as awkward or as if he’s being snarky. he’s too expressionless to give any good reactions, so he simply is always trying to blend in with the background in those situations. + teamwork: haneul isn’t the type to really mingle with people, he prefers to do his own things alone and has the tendency of pushing people away with his habits of not talking a lot or his lack of expression. he knows he’s a person that is hard to deal with and that only makes him go more into his shell instead of trying to get out of it since he feels like he’s only inconveniencing people and wants to be out of their ways as much as possible which only puts things in this vicious cycle. he got a little better about it due to interacting with his members but he’s far from being the most people person yet.

Positive traits: hard-working, focused, independent

Negative traits: aloof, awkward, gullible

PERSONAL HISTORY

haneul is six when he’s put out of school to an hospital chair, his small feet don’t touch the ground and simply swing awkwardly while he watches his mom pacing back and forth in the cold waiting room. she can’t stop mumbling things that haneul can’t hear but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand. he knows his dad was in some accident and now the doctors are trying his best to patch him up while his mom is trying her best to not fall apart in front of her son. he reaches out to her, tiny hands grabbing the hem of her skirt and tugs just enough so she’d look at him, before he can say a word the nurse comes in and she doesn’t seem to have good news.

he’s six when he stands besides his mom in a too hot suit and a tie that chokes. he’s six when he has to watch people come and go, some he doesn’t even remember, with pity in their eyes and with ‘i’m sorry for your loss’. his mom smiles to them, it’s small and doesn’t reach her eyes and thanks them even though those words don’t mean anything in the end, they don’t make the pain go away.

haneul is six when he promises to himself ( to dad ) that he’ll take care of mom, no matter what.

life gets harder without the income of his dad to help in the end of the month so his mom ends up taking two jobs to make sure they always have food on their table and that the rent will be payed by the end of the month. always with his promise in mind and seeing how his mom is always tired but never gives up, haneul’s priority turns to trying everything to make his mom’s life easier. he studies his ass off to have good grades at school, takes a few tasks here and there to get some tips to help at home and in the end haneul doesn’t grow up with a lot of friends, especially when he isn’t an easygoing person, has never learned how to express himself properly especially when his mom always seemed to understand him even when he doesn’t say anything.

watching tv together is a luxury reserved pretty much only for some weekends. his mom’s eyes shine brightest than the shiniest star when some boy group shows up, rambling about the ones of her time and how haneul is so handsome and he sings so well that he could be one someday and he’d take her all around the world ( and of course to meet the other handsome boy groups’ members and that makes haneul stare at her with a small grimace on his face because really mom? ), he asks her if that would make her happy. she says yes but what would make her happier is haneul following his own dream and what makes him the happiest.

so the topic is dropped.

that is— until haneul turns sixteen and a strange guy comes up to him when he’s coming back home with a business card and a simple proposal. his mom seems excited even though she tries to hide it with ‘it’s your life, sweetheart, i’ll support you no matter what’; that’s why he gets into the choir club in high school and practices his singing and it isn’t a surprise to anyone that he’s also good at the technical part, but what surprises everyone is howemotional he becomes when he sings, like all the emotions he usually lacks are blossomed when he sings. once he thinks about how his life would be easier if it were a musical until hereally thought this over and got embarrassed about how cringy it’d have been. so he calls that strange guy and asks if his proposal is still up. an audition is scheduled and haneul passes. his mom is so happy they go out for dinner to commemorate.

being a trainee is hard, possibly harder than it should’ve been, but haneul likes it because when he’s practicing until he loses his voice no one comes to bother him, he doesn’t need to fake smiles or try to think about small talk that will probably end up with a bad ending anyway, when he dances until his muscles are too tired to move and aching for some rest he can ignore people and have a very plausible excuse for it. his mom worries, especially after hearing the ‘history’ of the company he has chosen, but he tries his best to show her that this is fine, this is what he has chosen and he isn’t the type to chew on more than he can swallow.

there’s this one evaluation that one of the trainers asks all the trainees if they wish and expect to be put in a group or debut as a solo. haneul replies ‘solo’ without thinking twice. it’s easier to breath when you know that if you screw up, you’re only screwing yourself up, it feels lighter when haneul won’t have to bother others with his own inability when it’s about social interactions. some trainers raise an eyebrow at him, probably wondering if he was being arrogant or simply ambitious while others agreed that he might be able to pull it off. he can feel the judging stares of the other trainees on his back, some even angry about theprepotency that haneul possibly had for such an answer; the trainers move on before haneul can even gather the courage to explain his answer.

unfortunately, haneul ends up debuting in a group and he’s put into some acting classes as some sort of experiment and also to see if they could do something about his way of expressing himself after one of the trainers find out that haneul was simply an awkward kid with expressing himself issues. haneul turns out to be an excellent actor but that doesn’t change much his usual self, especially when acting actually drains too much energy from him and he ends up metaphorically curling on himself even more because by the end of it, people just are even more tiring to deal with so he simply closes himself even more.

‘well’, one manager says and haneul doesn’t even bother humming in acknowledgement ‘at least we found out another way you can be profitable’. and well, haneul thinks, at least he’ll have more money to send to his mom.

[i-read-good-books]

So I’ve just read all of the webcomic Countdown to Countdown , and it’s absolutely gorgeous. Every word the characters speak seems to have meaning, and it’s very easy to realize the author has been planning the story for a long time. I urge everyone to check it out!

Because I’m trash, I’ve written some fanfiction. Because of course I have. It’s awful, please dont’ judge the webcomic on it!

@velocesmells I hope it’s not too terrible? It’s supposed to be an AU so I’m justifying how OOC they are in this with that O.O

There’s never anyone that eats with Lillium, but he makes a second plate anyways. You know, just in case.

…

Lillium’s place is dark.

Iris glances at it as he walks down the city streets, his bag slung over his shoulder, and furrows his brow slightly, biting his lower lip. Usually, the guy’s up and running by this time of the day, no matter how late it may be, the kitchen lights turned on until Iris can barely guess if it’s night or day. He doesn’t even have his obnoxious hipster music blasting from the house, which would be a welcome relief, if it weren’t so utterly bizarre.

Iris hesitates. He should be getting to centre soon, there’s a curfew he’s supposed to make on weekdays, regardless of how much he complains about it. It’s just… Lillium doesn’t do quiet evenings in the house. He spends the whole day working his arse off, switching from shitty job to shittier job, so he can come back to the house and cook the whole night, bragging about his omelette magic. Iris has scolded him about it enough times not to know that.

With the hollow, dull feeling in his chest from being perfectly aware that he’s going to regret this, Iris turns and marches up to the battered old house in the worst part of the neighbourhood, his footsteps echoing in the narrow alley. He makes a face at the stench, but powers on through.

There’s not much to Lillium’s that constitutes as a proper house; he’s being nice by not calling it a shack. It’s only one storey, of course (as if the guy could afford anything more than that), and it’s been sitting there, in between two tall apartment buildings, since the beginning of time, dwarfed by the growing urbanization of the landscape around it. Iris has told Lillium a thousand times that it seems more like an abandoned  cabin in a horror movie than anything, given the way the wooden walls are slowly rotting, the random spurts of paint on the walls without any order to them.

Iris fumbles to open the door with his key, swearing when he accidentally pokes his finger, and pushes it open without much trouble. He steps into the kitchen, glancing around for any sign of Lillium.

The place only has three rooms: the bathroom, a bedroom, and the kitchen. The bathroom is pretty terrible, which explains why Iris makes sure he’s done his business back at the centre before coming here, and the bedroom has been offered to him so many times (eyes twinkling, a smirk curling Lillium’s lips) that it’s become unthinkable to even go in. It’s not surprising that it’s the kitchen that’s the heart of the house (Lillium lives here), but he has to admit that it’s gotten pretty nice over the years, as more money has come in. Most of the appliances are decent, and it’s always kept pristine when Lillium’s not cooking, although all bets are off the moment he cracks some eggs. He’s also got all of his pictures and stuff there; his books cluttering the shaky shelves, dozens of volumes filled with recipes, his stupid teddy bear reclined against the wall. It makes it seem extremely more personal than his own room, much more intimate.

“Iris?” the familiar voice startles him, and he turns around towards where it’s coming from, tightening his grip on his bag. Lillium’s standing in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed over his chest in a way that screams ‘unsure’ rather than ‘defensive’, slightly hunched over. He’s frowning. “What are you doing here? Don’t you have a curfew?”

“I…,” Iris swallows, before lifting his chin, determined, “Oh, shush, White, leave it alone. Why aren’t you cooking? Did you finally realize everything you make tastes like ash sprinkled with ketchup?”

Lillium doesn’t laugh.

Iris’s heartbeat is faster than it should be. They’re just talking, after all. It’s just… Lillium isn’t smiling, joking around, or teasing him. He’s not even even offering him food, for Christ’s sake. Iris bites his lip again, lowering his gaze.

“You should go back to the centre,” Lillium murmurs, facing away from him. His bleached roots are starting to show amidst all the pink. His voice sounds forcibly light when he adds, “I know you want to be a bad boy and all, but don’t be stupid.”

Something’s wrong.

Iris looks down at the kitchen table. There’s some papers piled up on top of it, smudges of dirt on the corners of them from carrying them around with greasy fingers; besides that, his #1 Chef cup is resting on the table, half-empty. He narrows his eyes…

His apron is missing. In fact, it wasn’t at the rusty hanger Lillium uses to put all his coats up in the corridor. Where’s his apron from the café?

“You got fired,” he realizes, feeling a bit dumb for not noticing earlier, and watches his friend’s shoulders go down. “The café place you liked.”

“10 points for Gryffindor,” Lillium sighs, finally meeting his eyes again, a self-deprecating smile  on his lips. “Guess it wasn’t just meant to be, eh? Alas, they probably knew that, deep in my heart, I belong to you.”

Lillium used to tell him about the café. He was so excited when he got the job, prancing around the house and making Iris stand up to have a ‘happy dance’ in celebration of the first time he actually worked at a place near food. “Just you wait,” he told him, in a sing-song. “Soon I’ll be in the kitchens instead of wiping tables.”

Iris isn’t good at comforting people. Hell, he’s not even good at being around people, the centre’s made sure of that. Mostly he just broods around Lillium and the guy feeds him, takes him out to the park and puts flowers in his hair, snapping pictures of an old Nokia that smells like cat piss. They’re friends because Lillium likes him, not because he’s actually made any effort to keep in touch.

It’s… it’s strange, that his heart shrinks when he thinks of how Lillium’s incandescent smile must have faded today, in front of his boss. It pulls at his insides, the thought of him very quietly leaving through the back instead of spending the day at work.

Iris swallows hard, fidgeting, and chokes out, “Could I get an omelette?”

Lillium raises his eyebrows, “You’re actually asking me for an omelette? Have I died and gone to Heaven?” His eyes twinkle, “Are you my angel?”

Please never die, he thinks, with a terrifying sense of alarm, please.

He’s bad with people, yeah, but Lillium always makes it so that he never has to try. He’s rude and pushes him around, gives him stuff he’s too embarrassed to ask for, and doesn’t care at all that he’s dating both of the twins at the centre at the same time. Lillium’s kind of an older brother, in that way, except he’s constantly offering sex.

“It’s just not right, seeing you mope around like this,” Iris mutters, pursing his lips, “You’re supposed to be cooking or something, you weirdo. And don’t make any angel jokes, those are just old.”

Lillium pouts, taking a step closer to him, “Oh, honeybun.”

“Honeybun,” Iris repeats, faintly amused despite himself. “You do know there are knives in the kitchen, right?”

It takes a little while, but Lillium gives in, pushes Iris aside (“This omelette is supposed to taste good, Iris, shoo.”), and turns on the lights before starting to cook. The smell of bacon slowly being fried  fills the room, and Iris sits down on the chair, letting his bag fall to the floor with a soft thump. He takes his sketchbook out, shoving the papers on the table away and starting to draw absently, wrinkling his nose at his sloppy sketch. Meh, it’s late, anyway.

After some time, the sound of a plate being set on the table startle him, making him look up. The omelette smells heavenly, and it’s a rich, warm colour; between gold and a murky brown from the mushrooms.

“Here you go, my lord,” Lillium sighs, sitting across from him and holding his head up with his bandaged hands, smiling softly. “Enjoy.”

Wordlessly, Iris glares, fuming, and divides the omelette in two.

Lillium raises his eyebrows.

“We’re supposed to share, idiot,” Iris mumbles, feeling his cheeks heat. “I won’t be the only one eating here.”

“Ooh,” he smirks, “Is this a date, perhaps?”

“I’m leaving - “

“Aw, c’mon, c’mon, stay,” Lillium whines, holding out one of his hands to grab his wrist as he tries to rise from his seat, flushing furiously.

He sits back down, breath coming out in small huffs, “...You’ll get another job, Lillium, okay? Soon you can be the #1 Chef and Begonia will throw a party or something.”

Lillium sticks a forkful of omelette in his mouth, chewing for a moment before answering, “It’s not kind to lie to people who care about you.”

Iris looks at him, slightly annoyed, “I’m not a liar. You won’t be winning any beauty competitions, Mr. White, but you can cook, alright? Stop being all emo, it’s creeping me out.”

“Says the ultimate emo,” Lillium bites back, but his smile seems a little more honest.

“Have you seen your clothes?”

“Have you seen your hair?”

Lillium snorts, “Rude, my hair is fabulous.”

It’s getting late; so much that he’s guaranteed a scolding from the people at the centre, if not being grounded for this weekend. He should really, really go, before they get truly mad and take his sketchbook away. Living alone is much lonelier without his sketchbook.

But, after a short while, when there’s only small bites of the omelette on the plate and Iris has already given up trying to finish it, Lillium’s hand settles over his hesitantly, trembling a little. He says, “Thank you.”

Iris stays.

…

They end up in the bedroom; and it’s one of the few times Iris has ever been inside the place. Despite the fact that Lillium’s lived alone ever since he met him, he’s still got a double bed “for overnight visitors”, or that’s what he claims.

Lillium rests his back against the headboard, and Iris lies down next to him, leaning his head on his shoulder and looking up at the ceiling. He doesn’t protest when Lillium links their hands together, or when he gently nudges closer to him, in a move so terribly unsubtle and telling that it’s almost cute that he seems so nervous.

It’s weird, knowing that Lillium wants him there. Iris can barely manage to cover up his scars with his clothes, he’s a mess in school in almost every subject, he’s dry and sarcastic with people he doesn’t know very well and he’s a guy who likes other guys, possibly at the same time. At first, he thought maybe Lillium wanted to have hook up with him, but, even though the guy can’t have five minutes without an innuendo, he’s never made any move to touch him in a way that’s not reassuring or affectionate, instead of sexual.

“You’re going to regret this so much tomorrow,” Lillium whispers into his hair, his voice giddy. “But I’m milking it.”

Iris sighs dramatically, mock-offended, and moves his head up to kiss his cheek, so quickly he’s not quite sure he’s actually done it. Next to him, Lillium freezes.

“Now, I’m dead,”  he murmurs, and the touch of his lips against his scalp makes him shiver.

“Shut up,” Iris pokes him in the shoulder. “I’m the one who’s going to die when I get back to the fostering centre. If I’m not out in three days, you’ll know I’m not coming back.”

“I’ll have an omelette made in honour of your death,” Lillium teases, and Iris shuts his eyes.

Fin.

[wishuponawriter]

Professor Scamander (Newt x Reader)

a/n: Here’s that professor newt fic, but expanded. I made it an actual fic lol. I’m sorry if he’s out of character. And ps, for this fic I’m thinking he’s somewhere between 31-34. Hope it’s alright. @she-who-nailed-it @thesniffler @huffleheck @gondorgirl01 @newtsfantastxcbeasts here’s a confident Newt @noeypiiepiie here’s a jealous Newt 

Word count: 2800+

Warnings: Much smut. Unprotected sex. Maybe ooc? Swearing

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You followed along behind him, fingers linked with his and his battered brown case swinging from your other hand as he pulled you with him. You were on your way to another lecture of his, informing Wizarding students around the world about Fantastic Beasts. You were at Hogwarts this time, again, and taking over the Care of Magical Creatures class for today.

“We’ve done this so many times and yet I’m always nervous,” he chuckled a little anxiously.

“You know you wouldn’t trade it for the world, Professor Scamander.” You nudged his shoulder teasingly as you found your way to the class. His hand tightened on yours almost imperceptibly and lightly shuddering as he started to twist the knob and the door open.

He loved teaching about his beloved creatures and informing, or even inspiring, fellow students and wizards about them. It was his passion.

His creatures were his ultimate passion.

You glanced up at him as you entered the room, the corner of lips curling up in what you were sure was some sappy smile. You followed him to the middle of the room as the chatter in the room amplified, hearing snippets of conversation.

“He’s HOT—”

“I’d do the both of them—”

“Holy hell, look at her—”

“Fuck—”

You gripped Newt’s hand a little tighter, flushing at the attention. He flushed even more than you, shoulders tensing and an awkward laugh pouring from his lips. He cleared his throat, looking behind at you for a moment before introducing both of you.

“I’m Newt Scamander and I’m here to talk to you guys about Fantastic Beasts. And this is my lovely wife, Y/n L/n. She helped with the creation of this book and if it wasn’t for her, I most likely wouldn’t have lived to write it,” he explained, a small smile touching his lips.

He talked for a while, explaining a few things before picking up the brown case you’d set down and opened it.

“Now, none of these creatures are dangerous,” he began, a cautious, but excited look creeping on.

“If you behave accordingly. So don’t purposely provoke or antagonize them,” You chirped, aware of the last time a kid had decided to tease and poke at a Graphorn. Newt met your eyes and smiled again, gesturing for you and a few students to come up.

“Exactly. These are creatures who I have gained the trust of and love immensely. You all, however, have not. You are foreigners coming into their area, so I ask that you treat them with the utmost respect and care. Don’t mock them. Do not harass them. Now, who’d like to go first?”

You took turns taking students inside and showing them the various creatures, each getting your share of uncomfortable lingering touches on the arm or hand by students. They all liked different ones though Pickett, Dougal, and the Niffler were particular fascinations for them.

Most of the students were absolutely marvelous, though there were a few that were a bit tempestuous. They kept flirting shamelessly and ogling the both of you. It made you slightly uncomfortable, and even if you tried to shove it away, just the tiniest bit jealous when they did it to Newt.

You and Newt had decided to take the whole group inside because it was much easier to teach them as a whole. You guided them over to the Mooncalves, Dougal wrapped around your shoulders.

Newt was aside, showing a strikingly beautiful brunette  Pickett and the Bowtruckle colony. He talked with a fervent passion, as he did with everyone when given the chance to explain something he loved. She had on the fakest smile and look of fascination that you’d ever seen and boy did it make you mad when she slid a lingering hand down his arm, laughing lightly at something he’d said. You could tell by the his blush and almost embarrassed half smile that he hadn’t meant to be funny.

You knew you shouldn’t feel jealous. This always happened. He was extremely attractive and Merlin his personality was amazing. Besides, she was a student and he wouldn’t do anything. She was underage and he was one of the most loyal people you’d ever known.

Your name being called pulled you back to reality, your gaze flickering away from them and towards the darkened enclosure.  

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You could hear the sniggering comments made by a couple of boys everytime you passed and it made you increasingly uncomfortable. You tried desperately to avoid them, passing along tasks to other students or even Newt when you could, despite the fact that different girls kept trying to keep his attention. You didn’t notice his glares towards the accosters or the way he went stiff and uncomfortable everytime someone touched him.

It got to the point where you stood awkwardly behind Newt, hands wringing in front of you while you silently darted your gaze around the room.

He kept sending confused glances towards you as he explained the different characterics of a Demiguise in vivid description. Dougal sat beside you, kind eyes watching you as he grabbed your hand and pulled you forward a few steps. You could hear the slight pause in Newt’s speech as he laced his hand with yours, squeezing lightly.

He finished explaining and lifted Dougal onto the desk, asking students if they wanted to come up and meet him.

“I’m going to go to the restroom, alright, love?” You murmured to him, bringing your intertwined hands up to brush your lips against his knuckles. “I’ll be right back.”

As soon as you’d left, he turned serious, a contemplative expression coming on as he crossed his arms, the muscles rippling and tensing. The anger and jealousy that he’d been suppressing throughout class finally came through, tainting his features.

“I’d appreciate it if you stopped saying crude remarks about my wife. She is a person, not on object and you will treat her with respect. We are both here, as guests, to teach you firsthand about things that fascinate us and you will not mock her or make her uncomfortable. Be polite or we’ll have to leave,” he said curtly, his voice not quite yelling.

He’d opened his mouth to say more when you stumbled back in, a bright red dusting your cheeks as you avoided everyone’s gaze. A small sigh escape through his lips as he stepped back, waiting for you to come back to his side.

“We’ve only a little time left before class ends, so I’ll allow you to continue observing Dougal until then,” he commented a little tensely, turning and softly watching you.

You looked a little haggard and uncomfortable, an awkward air surrounding you. Your eyes lifted to his momentarily and he caught a hand along your jaw.

“Love, are you feeling alright?”

He analyzed your expression, smoothing a thumb along your chin as you smiled half heartedly.  

“‘Course.”

His eyebrows knitted and a frown coated his features.

“Love, go back to the hotel. I’ll meet you there when I’m finished with everything,” he replied after a beat, eyes still flickering around your face. You started to shake your hsad, pulling away a little.

“Take a nap and I’ll come back with food,” he asked you. “Please. I know you’re uncomfortable, so please. For me.”

You let out a heavy breath, eyes closing and lips parting.

“Alright,” You sighed.

You went to say Goodbye to Dougal when one of the students placed a hand on your arm, an insistent touch that you shied away from.

“Where you going, Mrs. Y/n?” He drawled in a slimy voice, eyes skimming over you.

You started to stammer for a reply when Newt’s cold voice cut you off.

“Please get your hands on my wife. I’ve already told you that your immature advances make her uncomfortable.  Especially coming from hormonal, adolescent boys.”

The kid retracted his hand and your head whipped up to Newt, surprised by his outburst. The boy meandered off, throwing you one last lingering look.

You looked to him gratefully, eyes shining with a lopsided smile creeping on.

“I love you,” you told him, the shy smile dancing on your lips.



“I love you, too.” He smiled shyly and ducked his head, glancing up at you.  

Another crooked grin was exchanged as you left the classroom, heading to the hotel room to relax.

You felt a quiet halcyon air surround you’d as you gotten back to the hotel, the room still except for the minute fluttering of the curtains.

You closed the door behind you, the soft sound breaking silence as you pulled off your shoes and padded to the bed. The familiar worn book laid on the nightstand, pages ruffling lightly from the gentle breeze streaming in from the open window.

A light sigh left your lips as you plopped onto the downy bed, the fluffy blankets surrounding you as you grabbed the soft and used paper cover book. You settled into the bed, beginning to lose yourself in the words as you became comfortable.

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You startled a little when the door burst open, almost dropping the food you’d picked up earlier. Newt trudged in, his face stormy and drawn. You pulled the blankets away, jumping out on the nest like area.

“Love, what’s wrong?”

He put down his case started to pull off his coat angrily, tossing it onto the dresser.

“Those kids,” he grumbled, kicking off his shoes. “They kept saying things about you after you left. Apparently, it spread to the other classes how attractive you are and I kept getting many unnecessary comments and uncomfortable touches and look and Merlin! Some of them were so disrespectful.”

“Love, I’m so sorry,” you placed a soothing hand on his arm, pushing his hair away from his face. “Do you think some food will help?”

“No,” he muttered, looking increasingly frustrated and irritated. “It just infuriates me beyond comprehension. They wouldn’t have treated us like that if we were their professors. They couldn’t control their hormones for one day and— they were so disrespectful to you, Y/n. And I know it’s entirely absurd, but…”

You rubbed along his arm reassuringly, watching the conflicting and angry emotions battling on his face.

“I—uh—I was jealous,” he confessed, ducking his head and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I was jealous of all the attention they were giving you. You’re my wife and I know you’re not an object to be possessed, but I couldn’t help the possessiveness and you aren’t theirs to treat like that or talk to like that, especially not so disrespectfully and Merlin, I just—” He cut off his rushed and fervent speech with a firm shake of his head.

You were a little shocked at his jealousy and although you were surprised, you didn’t hesitate in bringing a hand to rest on his cheek.

“Love, love, love,” you started, brushing a soft kiss along his cheekbone before pulling away to look at him. “I am yours, I will always be yours. I am so sorry you had to deal with that, too. I didn’t realize that how they acted upset you. I know they were complete and utter idiots and I am sorry. I’m fine, Newt. Completely and entirely fine. I have you and that’s all that matters.”

He still had an intense expression, his lips drawn down into a frown.

“Besides, if you were a professor, you know people would always be calling you Professor Salamander and that’s an even bigger mouthful than Professor Scamander,” you teased, noting the small shudder than ran through him like the first time you’d called him that. You brushed a finger across his skin again before dropping your hand.

He closed his eyes, lips parting in a sigh and breathed out a ragged exhale.

“Say that again,” he asked, his voice husky and low when he opened his eyes, meeting yours with a small twinge of apprehension and hesitation.

Your eyebrows twitched up in surprise minutely as you ran the tip of your tongue along your lips, wetting them.

“Professor Scamander,” you whispered softly, eyes flickering around his face he held his with yours for a second before dropping them, his lips curling up into a teasing and suggestive smile.

He brought his eyes back to yours as you closed in, bringing your hands up to loosen his tie and unbutton his shirt.

“Let’s get you more comfortable. You’re so stressed and tense.” You ran your hands along the span of his shoulders, feeling the stiff and clenched muscles.

You freed his tie and unbuttoned his shirt further, revealing his collarbones and the firm area of his chest. Your hands slid under the now loose shirt, running along his shoulders to slip it off.

He leaned down, nose bumping with yours as he pressed a hard and sloppy kiss onto your lips, his fingers resting against your hip as he backed you up to the dresser.

He needed a release and you were more than willing to provide.

His kisses became more insistent as you continued taking off his shirt, slipping down your neck in rushed movements when you tossed his shirt to the ground. His hands went to your waist, lifting you on top of the wooden furniture and pressing your back against the wall.

Your legs parted with him between them, pulling your hips closer to him with hard and hungry fingers while he nipped and kissed harshly at your skin.

Ragged gasps escaped when he brought his lips back to yours, catching your bottom lip between his teeth at the same time that he ground his hardening cock against you.

“Oh, fuck.”

He yanked at the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and resuming kissing you.

“Newt,” you groaned as you pulled away.

“Professor,” he corrected hoarsely, unbuttoning his pants and yanking them off.

“Oh, fuck, Professor Scamander,” you replied breathlessly, your own hands going to pull down your pants. As soon as you shimmied out of them, he placed a finger on your clothed clit, massaging in rushed circles, fierce kisses peppering your throat and lips.

He pulled your underwear to the side, as he tossed off his own and placed the head at the entrance of your hot and dripping—

He cut off your train of thought by hooking an arm under your knee and pulling it up as he drove himself inside in one long and hard thrust.

“Fuck,” you moaned, your lips pressed against his shoulder as you clutched at his skin, nails scratching and pulling him closer. He didn’t pause, hurried thrusts jerking his body against yours. His teeth nipped greedily at your collarbone as you hooked your other leg around his waist.

He continued canting his hips against yours, almost growling quietly when you arched towards him, his fingers gripping onto you. His mouth attacked your throat in a frenzy of tongue and teeth, leaving a trail of purple marks to your collarbone.

Skin slick with sweat and sliding against yours, lips impassioned and craving the taste of you drove you half mad with pleasure.

“Oh, god. Oh, Merlin, Newt,” you whimpered, legs trembling and shaking around him as you started careening towards the edge of your climax.

“Pro—fess—or,” he grunted roughly, enunciating each syllable with a sharp jolt of his hips, sending a wave of ecstasy through you each time.

“Professor, professor, professor,” you moaned out, biting down onto his shoulder as he drove himself deep inside of you. Black spots clouded your vision as shook and shivered beneath him.

“Say it,” he almost begged. “Fuck—say it.”

“Oh, Prof—essor Scamander. Fuck, oh fu—ck, Professor Scamander,” you cried out, hands pulling him closer as you clenched and unclenched your muscles, barely able to think.

He shuddered beneath you as he thrusted once more, a long and drawn out groan pouring from his lips. His fingers dug into your thigh and hip almost painfully as hot cum spilled into you.

Warm and creamy cum mingled with your own, overflowing and dripping down your thigh.

He staggered out a breath into the crook of your neck as he slowly relaxed above you, the muscles in his back rolling and rippling under your hands.

He brought his lips to yours in a gentle kiss, pushing the hair away from your face and sighing against your mouth.

“Thank you,” he murmured quietly, skin shining with sweat. “I really needed this.”

“My pleasure, Professor Scamander,” you replied, still shaking from the unusual roughness of what just happened.

You felt the vibrations of his groan against your lips and felt him start to harden again.

“Say it again.”

“Professor Scamander,” you whispered teasingly, rolling your hips against his.