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gallifreyan85 · 1 month ago

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Thinkin' (I'm not afraid of you now)

pairing: mentor!agatha x reader

summary: one sleepless night, you go downstairs to see what agatha is doing. you watch her spellwork, wonder quietly, and find comfort in her magic. and maybe, your opinion helps her a little, too.

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You couldn't sleep. It was another peaceful night, the day had gone well. You had your lessons, Agatha had been her usual sharp self, of course, but you had done fairly well, fumbling only one or two spells. You tried to fall back asleep, but after several minutes of lying there awake, staring at your darkened ceiling with no luck, you gave up and sat up, sliding the warm covers off of you and slipping out into the dim hallway.

There was little light in the living room, a faint sliver of violet glimmering from the crack of the basement door that stood ajar. With careful, hesitant steps, you decided to go see what it was your so called mentor did while you were sleeping. Most nights you could hear her downstairs, quiet hums of magic reverberating through he walls, soothing you to sleep as you silently drifted off.

But tonight sleep wasn't coming to you, and, well, you were curious. And Agatha always told you your curiosity was one of your decent traits. So you softly padded over the oriental living room rug, the dark mahogany floors and over to the basement door. You pushed it open, expecting it to make a sound, but nothing.

With gentle steps you descended the stairs, taking in the humid purple glow the room held, a chill washing over your skin at the slight change of temperature. You paused on the second-to-last step.

Agatha was there, sitting at her work desk, a pile of old spellbooks on her right, one giant tome open in front of her, its pages withering, darkened at the edges.

"Are you just going to stand there and admire me?"

You almost jumped at her voice, so caught up in examining the room that you hadn't been looking at her. She turned, then, and smiled, a sort of half-smug knowing smirk.

"Well?" she said, her head tilting to one side in expectation, "I suppose I shouldn't tell you you should be asleep."

You fumbled with your fingers, the hem of your sleeve.

"I'm not tired."

"Oh please, if you're going to lie to me dearie at least try to make it sound believable." She beckoned you over with one hand and you came closer, away from the staircase and over to the dark wooden desk. It seemed old. Centuries old maybe. You wondered where she'd got it.

"Admiring my furniture now?" she smiled deviously.

"Uh-- no. Just... this place is..."

"Ah, yes." she sighed, waving a hand in dismissal, "You haven't been down here much, have you, dear?"

"No."

"Right, then rules first. This—" she gestured to a row of odd-looking leather-bound books on a shelf, "you don't touch."

You gave a small nod.

"That—" an assortment of glass jars with different-colored herbs in them, "you also don't touch."

Another nod. She paused, hand already raised towards a third thing, a high shelf with pouches and several interesting looking objects you didn't recognize, but then lowered it back down,

"Actually, scratch that, just don't touch anything."

You looked down.

She hated that look, the way your insecure gaze could just sometimes make her feel a bit warm- guilty, even. Not that she'd ever admit it. She sighed softly, resigned almost as she leaned back in her chair.

"Why are you down here, pet?" she asked in a rather soft tone, surprising you.

"I couldn't sleep." you told her honestly. "And I wanted to see what you were doing down here." Magic."

"Hun, you see my magic every day."

You swallowed. Nodded. Then raised your head a little, suddenly desperate to explain yourself.

"I-- I know. In lessons. But this is different. This is—"

"Advanced." Agatha filled in, her tone a little flat.

You shrunk a little.

"I know. Can I just watch though, just for a bit?"

She looked at you, and maybe it was the sight of you in your pajamas, looking so out of place in the dark, scary witches lair, that somehow reminded her of how much younger and more inexperienced you were compared to her. Well. Not just you. A lot of witches, but you were her student, of sorts, her mentee, hers to...

To what?

Protect?

No-- she shook that off quickly, tried to set herself right again. But she sighed. Gave in anyway.

"Fine." she said, "Stay. And-- don't make too much noise."

You smiled slightly. Nodded. Sat down on the floor and watched the room for a moment, how it somehow felt more alive than the rest of the house, an afterglow of so many spells, magic thrumming in the cold, damp air, and yet-- there was a warmth there too. Somehow, you felt it, not warmth maybe-- protection. Like you were safe. Like nothing could touch you here.

After letting yourself think on it you realized you were probably right, to some degree. Knowing Agatha, she'd only have the best protection spells, wards, sigils and runes set in place, and as if to prove you right upon lifting your head you saw them-- big, glowing symbols, some glowing brightly, some etched into the stone of the walls or ceiling.

A stack of papers and more books littered the floor around you, all the way from her desk, lining one wall and then stopping at the bookshelf and those jars and pouches. In the meantime Agatha had quietly gone back to whatever she was doing before, which you now saw was a spell of some kind, bright, glowing, turning inwards like it was collapsing in on itself continuously, reminding you of a dying star.

You watched, transfixed, as her hands moved around the ball of light, forming it in different ways, stretching, then returning to its original size. You had no idea what it was or what it was supposed to do, but Agatha clearly did because she scribbled something onto a piece of paper, scratched something out, then did it again. It looked the same, and she huffed slightly, annoyed.

And you couldn't take it anymore.

"What are you doing?" You blurted.

She paused, turned, as if she'd forgotten you were there, watching her, and then said,

"Trying to perfect something."

"What does it do?"

A smirk fell upon her lips, and she looked almost proud of herself for a moment. "Trust me sweetheart, you don't want to know."

"Something bad?"

Agatha looked at you. "Not bad, hun, powerful. There's a difference." And you thought for a moment there was a sudden bitterness in her tone, as if retorting back on being judged too harshly, defensive.

"I didn't mean it like that." you said quietly, and something in her expression softened.

"I know, dear. It's...alright. You're curious. That's good." she paused, adding, "But it can also be dangerous."

"I know." you said, "But it's you. You'd never hurt me."

She paused then, as if considering your words, something unheard of so far. "Wouldn't I?" she breathed out, half-question, half-statement, and you took it upon yourself to answer it for her.

"You wouldn't. I know so."

She smiled at you briefly, as if your reply had touched some deep part of her that she wasn't sure was still there. Then she shook her head as if to dismiss the thought.

"Come sit up here," she told you, "you'll catch a cold on that floor."

You got up, scooted beside her on the chair where she'd moved to give you more space. You pressed against her side, feeling a little warmer indeed.

You felt a wave of emotion wash over you, something like melancholy, or nostalgia, or grief on her part. Everyone thought she was so awful, so scary, so... dangerous. But powerful didn't mean bad, and you felt a sudden urge to reassure her that you didn't agree with them. Yes, she could be scary, and formidable, and destructive, but she'd never hurt you. You believed that. And having her on your side...well..

"Agatha?" you murmured.

She gave you a soft hum in response, back to scribbling on her paper, you felt her arm moving against your shoulder.

"Can I see your purple again?"

She stilled. You knew she'd always called it that, her magic, her pretty, vivid, purple magic, but maybe she wasn't used to hearing others call it that too. If she was surprised much she didn't let it show, but nodded, faintly, just once.

"Alright." she murmured. "What do you want, hmm? A spell, some runes, a pretty light show to indulge that curiosity of yours?"

You smiled. A little shyly, happy.

"A light show?"

She smirked, flicked her wrist, making a cloud of violet appear from thin air. "Like this, you mean?"

Your smile grew.

She watched you for a moment, then moved her hand a little, and the wisps of light turned a little darker, still swirling together and moving through air like rippling water. You felt your eyes droop, almost sleepy at the sight, finding it mesmerizing.

"Don't go falling asleep on me, toots." she piped up gently, a hint of genuine affection in her voice now.

"I'm not." you said back, but your voice, too, was getting quieter. You forced yourself to stay awake.

"Your magic's so pretty, you know that?" you murmured.

Agatha chuckled softly. "Ah, pet, that's because I'm making it pretty for you. Trust me, you wouldn't like it otherwise."

"That's not true, it's always pretty."

You felt her, still against your side, quiet for a moment, unnatural for her.

"You don't know what I've done, pet." she said, softly. "If you...had... you'd be running away from me and my magic, not begging to see more of it."

You gently shook your head. "I know about you, Agatha. I read all those books you're mentioned in. You don't think I know?"

She frowned slightly, a slip of emotion escaping her usually composed expression. The light in her hand flickered slightly, as if exposing her surprise.

"Have you, now." she said softly. It wasn't a question. But you answered anyway.

"Of course I have. I'm...here with you, every day. You think I'd just let anyone teach me magic?"

She exhaled softly, letting her hand drop back to her lap, pulling the magic with it. It crackled out of existence. You frowned slightly, still sleepy.

"You're so...good, darling." she said softly, and you felt her fingers ghost over your hair. "You shouldn't be learning magic from someone like me."

"But I don't want anyone else." you said quietly. "I want you."

She looked down at you, a foreign, soft look in her eyes.

"I suppose there's no changing your mind, is there, pet?" she asked, "You're as curious as you are stubborn, too."

That pulled a small smile from you. "No...I'm not changing my mind. Like ever."

She huffed, a familiar smirk slipping back into place, but you could feel her still threading through your hair, ever so softly.

"It's late, pet." she said, turning to you. Then she laughed at your obvious pout.

"None of that now, don't give me that look.

"But the purple—"

"There's plenty of time for that tomorrow."

"But I'm not tired--"

"You're almost asleep, darling, don't think I don't know you that well."

"Will you at least talk to me a little more if I go to bed?"

It was your turn to laugh at her expression. "I don't do bedtime stories, kid. I'm a scary old witch, not a doting mother."

You gave her your best pleading look.

"Oh, fine-" she huffed, already standing up and pulling you with her, "You get one more light show and that's it, off to bed. Come on."

You let her walk you back upstairs, leaning against her ever so slightly.

"Agatha?" you asked as you settled back into bed, and she sat on top of the covers, tucking you in despite her previous protests of not doting.

"Yes, hun?"

"Can you show me more stuff from the basement tomorrow? Like, tell me a bit what everything does?"

She paused, as if not expecting the question, but nodded faintly.

"Fine. I'll show you around a bit, give you a proper tour if you like."

You grinned, and listened to her when she told you to lay down and at least try to fall asleep.

"Agatha?"

She gave you a look. "Yes?"

"Do I still get that light show, or—"

"Oh, for hell's sake kid, yes, now shut up and watch." she waved a hand to dim the lights.

You smiled, settled back against your pillow, feeling warm and sleepy, and watched her conjure more pretty shapes in mid-air, letting the purple, somehow softer this time, soothe your tired eyes and pull you over into sleep. The protection runes were useful, you thought as you felt yourself vaguely drift off, the purple glow still flickering in and our of your vision, but having her by your side was the best protection you ever could have. With that, you fell into an easy sleep.

A/n: title is from Forwards Beckon Rebound by Adrianne Lenker (yes, again, i love that song and i think it fits so well for Agatha 💜) anyways hope you liked this and love y'all so much!! <3

#agatha harkness #agatha all along #marvel #reader insert #agatha harkness x reader #marvel cinematic universe #agnes of westview #agatha #mine

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flowerofbenevolence · 4 months ago

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Royal Sword Academy Headcanons

Background information (mostly canon):

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy, also known as RSA, is one of the top two most powerful and famous magic academies in the world of Twisted Wonderland alongside Night Raven College, also known as NRC. It is also sometimes revered as THE MOST powerful, famous, and best magic arcane academy due to having triumphed over Night Raven College in the SpellDrive/Magift Tournaments for nearly a century. It is also known for educating its students to not only be the most excellent of mages, but also the most noble and virtuous of bachelors.

Much like Night Raven College, Royal Sword Academy is an all-boys school. However, instead of being selfish, arrogant narcissists like the staff and students of Night Raven College, the staff and students of Royal Sword Academy are generally selfless, caring, and compassionate. Some are noble, princely, and heroic, while others are gentle, humble, and pure. Some are curious, adventurous, and outgoing, while others are reserved, brooding, and deeply thoughtful. However, one thing remains the same - the inhabitants of the school are natural leaders.

In contrast to how Night Raven College students tend to overblot due to being overly ambitious, confident, and competitive, Royal Sword Academy students sometimes struggle with low self-esteems, inferiority complexes, and expressing themselves, their needs, wants, and identities. For that reason, Royal Sword Academy students would also require a magicless, penniless prefect to guide them into being assertive, confident, and competitive by making them realize just how lucky they are to have such powerful magic and end up in such an amazing school.

Appearance and Location (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's main campus is located on the southernmost end of the tiny Isle of Sages, or Sage's Island. It is south of Night Raven College, which lies in the northern mountains of the island as well as the island's central village. Most of the school building's color palette consists of white and blue, and the school building itself resembles that of a castle. The school has a small bridge or moat that crosses over to the academy's main building, and behind that is the school's entire campus.

Emblem (also mostly canon):

Royal Sword Academy's school emblem resembles that of a shield, consisting of a light blue elongated pentagon topped with a matching, long, thin, horizontal rectangle, lined with a thin, dark blue inner rim, and a thicker, silver outer rim. Within the shield is a sword with a silver blade and golden hilt topped with a red, golden-striped crown or hat piercing through a golden shield with a castle-like top that has a royal blue shield inside with the words "Royal Sword Academy" written in white inside. At the side of the sword and castle-like topped shield are two white horses with dark blue manes and silver collars. At the bottom of the sword and horses and at the sides of the sword's tip are two pairs of bundles of laurel leaves, which are a symbol of glory.

Orientation Ceremony:

The students of Royal Sword Academy arrive at the school sleeping in a glass coffin in the Platinum Pumpkin Coach pulled by pristine white horses. Upon awakening, the students are ushered by the staff and upperclassmen to the Chamber of the Sacred Well, where they are sorted in one of the seven dorms the school in founded on based on the nature of their soul. After being sorted into a dorm, the students are also given a long, thin, silver baton that resembles a sword and is embedded with a magestone of their dorm's color. When the ceremony is over, the students are led by their dorm leaders to their dorms.

Dorms:

Royal Sword Academy is founded on the noble personality traits of the Magnificent Seven - seven mages, most of whom were royalty, that were said to uphold the most noble of virtues, were companions of the Great Seven, and are idolized as role models by those of Twisted Wonderland.

Wondaventure - The dorm based on the creative imagination of The Wondrous Lady in Blue (Alice from Alice in Wonderland). The students of this dorm seem to be crazy and insane at first glance, but they are also innovative, imaginative, and creative. They also seem to struggle with being misunderstood, though, and struggle to express themselves. Their main color is sky blue. Their secondary color is white. The magestones in their magestone brooches are also sky blue.

Alexander “Alex” Wondrionne (twisted from Alice) - The Housewarden of Wondaventure. His adventurous, curious, and rebellious attitude contrasts greatly to his noble status and quickly led to the ending of his betrothal.

Chenille Sommerfly (twisted from Blue Caterpillar) - The Vice-Housewarden of Wondaventure. A quiet, composed, and serious yet forgetful and short-tempered young man who is known for giving useful advice and telling complicated riddles.

Che’nya (twisted from Chesire Cat) - A mischievous, whimsical, and mysterious cat beastman who often teases people and gets them into trouble.

Michael Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dee) - A playful and talkative gossip who often quarrels and competes with his twin brother whom he insists is younger than him. Always loves a game.

Gabriel Bavarder (twisted from Tweedle Dum) - A cheerful yet competitive social butterfly who often accompanies his twin brother despite frequently arguing with him. His slanderous gossip often leads to chaotic drama.

Safarimane - The dorm based on the noble leadership of The Royal Lion (Simba from The Lion King). The students of this dorm strive to be excellent leaders and are ambitious, hardworking, adventurous, curious, and eager to learn. However, they struggle with large egos and the great amount of responsibility being a leader comes with. Their main color is golden. Their secondary color is reddish orange. Their magestones are the same color as their main color.

Mfalme Lionheart (twisted from Adult Simba) - The ambitious and adventurous yet impressionable housewarden of Safarimane who is also a prince. Excited yet nervous about his position, he yearns to be the perfect leader.

Kufu Heshima (twisted from Timon) - A self-centered and lazy pariah who has been friends with Moyo for many years and has become a recent companion of Mfalme. Coming from a poor background, he deeply cares for his family.

Moyo Guluwe (twisted from Pumbaa) - A dimwitted and foolish outcast alongside Kufu, whom he has been friends with for many years. He is the smarter of the two and often tries to teach him.

Tritonelle - the dorm based on the adventurous curiosity of The First Mermaid out of Water (Ariel from The Little Mermaid). The students of this dorm are adventurous, inquisitive, and rebellious to a fault. Because of their curiosity, they often struggle with being contained and restrained. Their main color is emerald green and their secondary color is purple. The color of their magestones are green.

Rielle Poseidonius (twisted from Ariel) - The curious housewarden of Tritonelle who is inquisitive to the extent of rebelliousness. Hailing from merfolk royalty, he is extremely fascinated by humans and the world above.

Sean Hummer (twisted from Sebastian) - A strict and serious disciplinarian who was sent by the royal family to keep Rielle in check as his vice-housewarden. Believes spending time gaining knew knowledge is dangerous folly.

Flynn Fiskene (twisted from Flounder) - A shy, anxious, and timid boy who often accompanies Rielle wherever he goes, even if they are dangerous or against the rules. Loyal and protective, but a bit of a coward and rule-breaker.

Yatasima - The dorm founded on the cunning wit of The Prince who was also a Thief (Aladdin from Aladdin). The students of this dorm are observant, intelligent, and ambitious as well as kind, compassionate, and selfless. Their main color is dark indigo. Their secondary color is crimson. Their magestones are dark indigo.

Jasim Al-Malik (twisted from Jasmine) - The housewarden of Yatasima. An icily cold crown prince who will have to find a wife one day amongst the vast nobility of his home country. Once someone wins his trust, his loyalty will know no bounds.

Jinn Thalatha (twisted from Genie) - A bright and cheerful boy whose posivity rivals the sun. While he loves granting wishes and seeing a smile on people's faces, he also has wishes of his own and secretly envies Jasim's housewarden position.

Apfelreine - the dorm based on the benevolent purity of The Fairest Maiden of All (Snow White from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves). The students of this dorm are benevolent, gentle, and selfless. However, they struggle with naivety. Due to their purity, they are blissfully unaware of the ill-intentions of others and the envy of other people. Their main color is bright red. Their secondary color is dark blue. Their magestones are red as it is canon.

Neige LeBlanche (twisted from Snow White) - The delicately beautiful housewarden of Apfelreine known for being the most beautiful in all of Twisted Wonderland. Pure and innocent, he is blissfully unaware of all those who wish him ill will.

Dominic (twisted from Doc) - An intelligent, responsible, and hardworking dwarf who is the housewarden of Apfelreine as well as the leader of the Seven Swords. While many would question why or how someone who short and childish-looking could possibly serve as a leader, he has never failed in his duties.

Grum (twisted from Grumpy) - A cranky and temperamental dwarf whose tough love often gets mistaken for rudeness. He detests it when people mistake him for a child, even though he sometimes acts like one.

Shelphie (twisted from Sleepy) - A somnolent and drowsy dwarf whose attempts to stay awake always end up in vain. As a result, he sometimes pretends to be awake using his sleeping mask.

Hop (twiste from Happy) - An optimistic and exuberant dwarf who vows to always see the bright side of things and is always seen with a smile on his adorable face.

Timmy (twisted from Timid) - A meek and bashful dwarf who often gets nervous around people. For that reason, he covers his eyes with his hair to avoid eye contact.

Snick (twisted from Sneezy) - A sickly and ailing dwarf with a weak immune system. He almost always has to wear his face mask due to frequently sneezing and wheezing.

Toby (twisted from Dopey) - A scatterbrained and empty-minded dwarf who forgets a lot of things, including his own name. His flightiness and immaturity often annoys the other dwarves.

Kyle Reinheit (twisted from True Love’s Kiss) - An ethereally beauteous hopeless romantic known for his stunning lip products. He despises being seen as weak.

Irotheikos - The dorm based on the heroic courage of the Hero in the Stars (Hercules from Hercules). The students of this dorm are ambitious, tenacious, and hardworking. Their flaw is vanity, as they often get caught up in their current achievements and stray from their initial objective. Their main color is royal blue, and their secondary color is golden yellow. Their magestones are royal blue.

Hector Dyneam (twisted from Hercules) - The flashy and boastful housewarden of Irotheikos who wants to help and save people even in the most dire of situations. His achievements sometimes get to his head, though.

Phillipe Daskalo (twisted from Philoctetes) - A gruff, easily-annoyed, and ornery goat beastman who is the vice-housewarden of Irotheikos. Always scolding the underclassmen for their mistakes and failures.

Angeamouria - The dorm based on the graceful virtues of The Slumbering Princess of Roses (Aurora from Sleeping Beauty). The students in this dorm are graceful, elegant, and virtuous. Their only flaw is being painfully shy and being extremely nervous around strangers. Their main color is purple. Their secondary color is golden. Their magestones are also purple.

Aurelius Rosantine (twisted from the Spinning Wheel of Sleep) - The housewarden of Angeamouria. An elegant and beneficent prince that struggles to approach people and make friends.

Florian DeCadeau (twisted from Flora) - A headstrong and no-nonsense fairy with very high and strict moral standards. Often frets over Aurelius' appearance.

Faunus DeCadeau (twisted from Fauna) - A gentle and loving young man who often comforts Aurelius during tough times and gives him singing lessons.

Merwin Decadeau (twisted from Merriweather) - A bold and hot-tempered fairy who is the youngest of his brothers and protects Aurelius with his life.

Tumbledown - An abandoned dorm that was once prosperous with students bustling about, but currently is vacant with its only inhabitants being a bunch of friendly, well-behaved ghosts. It is unknown why, how, or when it became abandoned, but some, particularly a magicless prefect, has begun to suspect that it may have something to do with a magical well just outside the dorm.

Yuu (twisted from ???) - Tell us about yourself

Hanns (twisted from Hans Christian Andersen) - Will be mentioned in the staff.

Uniform:

The school has several uniforms due to how the staff of the school view preparation for every occasion is imperative as well as a sign of sophisticated up-bringing, which the type of image they want to project. For that reason, the students of Royal Sword Academy not only possess a Daily School Day Uniform, a P.E. Uniform, Labwear, Ceremonial Robes, or a Dorm Signature Uniform, but also an Outside-School Special Events Uniform, a School Signature Sports Outfit, and Dorm Pajamas.

Daily School Day Uniform:

(Photo by @twistinghearts)

The schools' Daily School Uniform resembles that of men's fashion during the French Rococo Era as well as the outfit on the left (worn by Farena) in the image above. It consists of a white silk jacket that extends to their knees and is lined with gold lace trim, a silk vest of the student's respective dorm color, a white jabot collar, royal blue pants, a pair of black leather boots with golden trim, an armband of the student's respective dorm colors, white silk gloves, and a golden sword sheath belt that carries their sword-like, magestone-encrusted baton. The light colors and intricacy of the uniform's details are intentional and are purposefully meant to train the wearer to move with delicacy and grace and keep themselves clean.

P.E. Uniform:

Their P.E. Uniform is much less graceful and delicate. It consists of a white shirt lined with the student wearer's main dorm color and blue, as well as navy blue pants lined with the same main dorm color. The students are required to wear white sneakers and bring their magestone baton.

Labwear:

Their Labwear Uniform is perhaps the most practical, and similar to NRC's. It is comprised of a pair of lab goggles, a white lab coat that covers their jabot collar and collarbones, pockets with striped rims based on the student's dorm colors, black rubber gloves, and their golden sword sheath belt carrying their magestone baton.

Ceremonial Robes:

There are, surprisingly, actually two Ceremonial Robe Uniforms - one for the freshmen, and one for the upperclassmen. The Freshmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are white, with a few blue parts and minimal gold details. Its white color is meant to symbolize the purity and innocence of the freshmen's youth and how they have yet to learn, while the partial blue and minimal gold parts are made to represent their low rank amongst the student body. The Upperclassmen Ceremonial Robe Uniforms are much more extravagant, being bright royal blue, rimmed with silvery white, and embroidered and embellished with gold silk brocade. Its extravagance and dark color are made to represent nobility and wisdom. Both uniforms are made of silk, are long, flowy, and warm, and bear a resemblance to Headmage Ambrose' uniform and the other two uniforms above. They also contain a golden sword sheath for when they receive their baton.

Dorm Signature Uniform:

The Dorm Signature Uniform differs per dorm. For that reason, it will only be described in different posts where a specific dorm is being discussed.

Outside-School Special Events Uniform:

The Outside-School Special Events Uniform has been seen in-game since it is what RSA students wore during the VDC. It is what is worn during special events that take place outside the school itself. It consists of a white shirt lined with navy with golden buttons, a navy sash lined with white that ties into a bow at the wearer's right hip, navy pants, and black shoes. Unlike the other uniforms, the Outside-School Special Events Uniform is the only uniform to consist of a magestone brooch rather than a golden sword sheath and magestone baton. The reason behind this is because it would be too much to handle.

School Signature Sports Uniform:

The School Signature Sports Uniform is what is worn during the Spelldrive Tournament between RSA and NRC at the end of the school year. It resembles a knight's uniform. It is brilliant white, lined with blue and having blue letters on it, accented with golden shoulder pads, elbow pads, wrist pads, knee pads, and ankle pads, and of course, has a golden belt, sword sheath, and their magestone baton.

Dorm Pajamas:

The Dorm Pajamas differ from dorm to dorm. Therefore, like the Specialized Dorm Uniform, they will only be discussed in later posts.

School Subjects:

(Credits to @twstarchives and @phoenix-manga for inspiration!)

Practical Magic - The understanding, study, practice, and performance of spells, curses, hexes, and incantations

Magic Analysis - Analyse and observe demonstrations of magic

Ancient Curses - the study, analysis, and sometimes even the performance of casting a spell that has a negative intention and effect on another person or being

Conjuration - To create, summon, or transform objects

Defense Magic - Magic used to defend oneself from attacks

Alchemy/Potionology - the use of minerals, plants, and other substances to create potions and other things.

Astrology - The study and analysis of the stars and their magical connection

Biology - the study and understanding of life, specifically magical organisms

Poison Making - The usage of potionology and alchemy to create even the most lethal of poisons. Perfect for an assassin.

Mathematics - The study of numbers and quantities ranging from algebra, mental math, and geometry

Animal Linguistics - The study of animal communication. Talk with your favorite pet!

Etiquette - learn how to become a proper gentleman or lady through sophisticated manners, posture, and poise.

History of Magic - Discover magical developments, historical figures, and significant events and revolutions

Politics and Kingship - Perfect for all the royal and noble students, or anyone who wants to be a world leader one day. Learn and discover diplomacy, hierarchy, and monarchy.

Art - the understanding and creation of beauty that cannot be described.

Music - the students learn how to sing, play an instrument, understand music, or even compose

School Choir - Practically all the Disney Princes and Princesses sing. RSA would be incomplete without it!

Dance - Carry, move, and conduct yourself with grace beyond imagination

Staff:

Ambrose LXIII (twisted from Merlin) - The wise, old headmage of Royal Sword Academy who has held his position for many years. Hailing from a noble family with many ancestors that have done the same, his wisdom knows no bounds. Generously, he lends the player/reader the status of a student and the title of Tumbldown Prefect.

Hanns - A direbeast dog who dreams of becoming the greatest mage ever lived. Well-behaved and respectful yet mischievous and adventurous, he often accompanies the player/reader and leads them on a path to adventure.

Pierre Chenine (twisted from Pongo) - The goofy, fun-loving science professor of Royal Sword Academy who is also the son of a musician and the father of many. He believes strongly about caring for animals, especially canines and is always willing to help his students when they're struggling in his class.

Cendrionne Ashe - RSA's history professor who is renowned by the staff and students for his benevolence and diligence. Not only is he a great teacher, but he also great at chores! However, he is rumored to be the stepson of the history professor at Night Raven College . . .

Daniel Pedrosa (twisted from Beast/Prince Adam) - The kind yet tough-loving P.E. teacher at Royal Sword Academy known for his forgiving nature and belief in second chances. Rumored to be crushing on the town librarian.

Max (twisted from Tiana) - The owner of a small shop and restaurant located on school campus. His store supplies students with school supplies or whatever they need, and his restaurant serves the most delicious food.

Clubs:

Future Rulers Association - the members of this club learn how to become better, natural leaders for when they have to inherit a throne or start their own empire. They learn what it takes to be a leader and how to improve the school.

Theatre & Movie Research Club - The RSA equivalent of the Film Studies Club at NRC. The students hear strive to be the best actors they can be or work in the tech crew.

Magift/Spelldrive Club - These students strive to be the most competitive during the Interdorm Spelldrive Tournament as well as the Inter-scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament.

School Band & Music Club - The most gorgeous melodies come from this club. The students here play a variety of instruments and some can sing.

Science Club - The same as NRC. The club members hold outstanding knowledge of potionology, alchemy, biology, astrology, etc. They perform countless experiments and conduct lots of research.

Inter-Species Culture Club - Inspired by how the First Mermaid out of Water managed to bring peace between the humans and merfolk, this club discusses the importance of learning about different cultures, breaking language barriers, and how to make peace.

Knights-In-Training Camp - this club is similar to NRC's Equestrian Club, except the students here not only learn how to ride and tend to horses, but also how to protect their future lords and rulers.

Basketball Club - The same as Night Raven College. The students here partake in the fun and hustle of the sport basketball.

Track & Field Club - The students here enjoy the thrill of running, racing, and winning.

Boardgame Club - The students here are hard at work challenging themselves and their minds on any kind of board game.

Relationship with Night Raven College:

As it is canon, Royal Sword Academy and Night Raven College are currently in a bitter rivalry. This is mainly due to the fact that Royal Sword Academy has beaten Night Raven College in the Inter-Scholastic Magift/Spelldrive Tournament for nearly a century in the past. As a result, Royal Sword Academy students tend to look down upon Night Raven's college's many failures and lack of sportsmanship and refer to them as "a slew of petty, uncultured fools".

Royal Sword Academy students also look at Night Raven College's style in contempt. They think the school's buildings and uniforms are "dreadfully plain" and "with no sense of style".

Author's Note: Most of this is fanon. Everything that is canon and the photos are NOT mine!

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⋆˚࿔ 【 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞‼ - Ch.10】 𝜗𝜚˚⋆

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[Name] stared at Ace with furrowed brows at the words he uttered. Grim stood in between her feet staring at Ace with shock. Ace grinned smugly laughing at Grim but also at the h/cnette girl with highlights.

"I can't hold it back anymore! pfft- whahaha! Come on, you're the ones who turned orientation into such a fiasco, right? The one summoned by the Dark Mirror who can't even be put into a dorm but also a female with such large sums of magic and the monster no on summoned at all! dreaming of being a great mage!? It's so pathetic!"

[Name] couldn't help but scowl, a storm brewing behind her e/c eyes. Her lips were pressed into a thin, disapproving line, a silent testament to the simmering displeasure radiating from her as she stared down Ace for his continuing comments.

Ace stared down at Grim "Only the chosen are able to get into this school you should run along and hide away like the beast you are! It took everything I had not to burst into laughter right in the middle of the ceremony!" Grim scowled the cat weasel beast that held a peeved expression staring at the red head.

"You don't gotta be a jerk about it!" Ace snickered "So in the end, your a weasel whos a cleaning things up with a student who has to do chores before getting into classes herself! Ah ha ha! SO lame!"

Ace continued to try get a reaction out of them enjoying how Grim was puffing slightly with tiny smoke coming out from his nostrils, "And you're both so clueless you don't even know who the Great Seven are. Not a one of them! Maybe before you try getting into the academy again, you ought to take a second crack at kindergarten!" a growl passed Grim's lips while Ace laughed at him mockingly before pausing when he felt a cold hand grip his wrist causing him to freeze eyes darting to the side to somehow see [Name] now there.

"You talk to much about things you aren't even educated on. Do you even know the history of them or their full names? How about the tales of everything they stand for." Ace felt his body freeze and tighten feeling a slight burning sensation on his wrists staring at the girl.

[Name] stared down at him with judgmental eyes "Someone like yourself continues to talk such things with quite disrespect to even call yourself a proper student of a school that holds itself high. You're quite incompetent with such subjects" she uttered letting go of Ace is wrist before standing in front of Grim who growled from behind her leg.

Ace noticed her posture was rigid,body held straight as a spear, implying a refusal to yield or back down at the red head sending a glare. He couldn't help but tense his body it wasn't merely a glare; it was a withering assessment, a judgment delivered with the cold precision of a girl who could look down on him without a thought and crush him easily under the sole of her boot.

"Anyway, just thought I'd tease you a bit. And man am I glad I did. It's been a blast! Unlike you, I actually have classes to get to, so I'll let you get back to cleaning statues" [Name] clicked her tongue.

Her lips covered with a raspberry shade lipstick that twitched into a frown. letting out a huff her eyes glanced down to where Grim was standing to ask him to help her with the statues before noticing how the spot was empty causing her to quickly snap her head towards a large noise was heard.

"Watch it! the hell you tryin to pull?!" Ace shouted at the cat. Grim pointed a paw angrily at Ace another gust of flames came from Grim "You're tryin' to make a fool outta me! so i'm gonna light up that fiery lookin' mop head of yours!" Ace held a strained grin eyes glaring down Grim pissed.

[Name]s face contorted into one of sheer shock as she couldn't help but grip her hair "Have they lost their crowns?" she muttered panicked witnessing the situation at hand.

Grim got on all fours charging at the red heart male running and spewing out another gust of fire with Ace glaring at the cat "You've got some guys trying to fight me!" he exclaimed stepping one foot forward, and moving the other back.

Quickly reaching down his uniform belt showing a small holster and with one hand clasping onto a fancy gold key looking thing while the other easily slid a weird looking device out of it.

It was mostly black, apart from the gold at the pointed tip at the bottom and the small crown atop the top of it but what stood out the most was the bright red crystal in a fancy gold frame that was right beneath the crown. The sparkles and bright glow coming from the crystal hooked onto the pen as he waved his hand shouting "I'm gonna turn you into a frizzy toy poodle!" [Name] dodged the giant green gust of wind that passed them.

Grim letting out a noise of aggravation. [Name] stepping back shielding her eyes and staring at the duo "This is... wind magic" she muttered "Oh-ho! How do you like that!" Grim dodged a gust of wind that targeted his fireball to his directions "H-hey! His magic winds are blowin' my fireballs off course! No fair!" The sounds of magic swirling and shouting were heard by people passing by.

Attention getting targeted towards them as [Name] felt her palms get sweaty at the attention eyes peering at her once more a familiar feeling gnawing her chest "What's going on over there? A fight?!" a shout was heard from a student "Oh, sweet! Get 'em!" Ace couldn't help but coo at Grim "Awww... Can't hit me with your little fireballs?" Grim scowled getting prepared once more taking another inhale to shoot out another fire ball "You better believe I'm about to!"

[Name] stared at the scene as she was quick to wave her hand in one motion sparks of purple coming from her finger tips healing Grim who got kicked back a small red droplet coming from his palm but the cat was to focused on fighting Ace unaware of the amount of purple small waves that healed him and help hold his stance.

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"Take that!" Grim stepped forward shooting another gust of fire towards the red head who grinned smugly, Green sparks continued to wrap around the red rose crystal as Ace pushed forward "Pfft. All it takes is a little gust to- Hah!" The wind magic wrapped around the fire ball swiftly. Passing [Name], and some students who were standing at the side dodging the fireball all of them scrambling away from a burning flame.

Ace let out a huge gasp of horror face pale as he stared at something behind them as [Name] turned around with a quick movement staring at the queen of hearts statue. Her e/c eyes widening as flames engulfed the stone statue that started to char.

"AHHH! HOLY FRIGGIN CRAP!" Ace said panicked with [Name]s jaw dropping. Grim's attention darted to Ace quickly right after staring at the statue "That's your fault for tryin' to divert it! You shoulda just let it burn you to a crisp!" Ace gritted his teeth scoffing "Who in their right mind would ever do that?!" "Good Godmothers" [Name] muttered holding her head in her hands letting out a deep sigh.

The sounds of rushed steps hit the paved pathway. A tall figure walked over gripping his staff staring bitterly at the scene, voice withholding authority speaking up "What is going on here? Cease this at once!" The male figure hovered over the trio with a scowl.

Ace shakily looked over his shoulder making eye contact with the head mage stuttering "Ah... headmaster" [Name] awkwardly stood beside him shyly nodding at Crowley who paused and patted her head with his glove before staring down at the other duo "Oh no! The headmage!" Grim screeched scampering away "No more lashings of love! We gotta get outta here!" as the small cat beast got on all fours and started to run, with Ace following in tow before the two yelped collapsing gripping their bodies.

A loud noise of pain came from Grim who wailed rolling around "Myaaaaah! And I'm still sore from yesterday, too!" Crowleys eyebrows furrowed annoyance laced through his voice while his hands gripped onto his hips the whip pressed against his side.

"As if the likes of you could ever flee from me!" Crowley let out a loud exhale golden eyes glaring between the two in pain "Did I not just warn you, "no more incidents"? And now you've charred one of my statues?! It's almost as though you WANT to be expelled!" Crowley snapped his head towards the h/cnette.

Ace winced as he prayed for forgiveness while students dispersed from the scene quickly, except for a floating figure with an enigmatic allure, the figure was perched in a hovering stance the blue levitating rings helping it float in the air, gaze fixed on a scene unfolding before it. Their body is a sleek, white shell of polished metallic plating, segmented with sharp, geometric lines of Bright cyan accents pulse along the joints and edges, resembling glowing energy conduits.

The figures golden eyes scanned over the scene it's flaming blue hair, seemingly defying gravity, erupts slightly taking note of the girl who was playing with her bracelet staring up at the headmaster with Ace and Grim behind her before hearing a pop up alert causing them to go on their way down night raven college eyes glancing back to the scene once more before leaving.

Crowley scowled at the duo "And you! You were specifically told to keep Grim under control!" [Name] couldn't help but look down and back up "let me explain-" she spoke up yet was ignored instantly "[Name] Queen! This will not do." He stated arms crossing before leaning in voice quieter ignoring Ace who was fiddling in his spot. "As the daughter of a seven as well as a student who I oh so graciously offered to stay here even with the expense I have to spend for you" "Crowley please-" She once more was cut off by Crowley causing her to mentally cuss out the crow figure who stood back up and pointed a gloved hand towards Ace.

"You! State your name and grade" Ace let out a sigh, looking towards the pavement eyes have more interest onto the stone floor. "Trappola... Freshman." Crowley frowned at the male scolding him "Then listen well, Trappola. You too, Grim and [Name]" He sighed and spoke once more "As punishment for today's infractions, you are hereby ordered to wash a hundred windows!" Grim let another noise of distraught "That's what you get for makin' fun of me! This is all your fault!"

Ace eyebrows furrowed "what? I have to do it too?!" Crowley nodded arms crossed "Of course you do. You will meet in the cafeteria after class. Are we clear?" Ace let out a sigh nodding hid head "yes sir" Grim frowned "We can never catch a break!" [Name] let out a huff of air before slowly walking up to Crowley hands behind her back "Headmaster Crowley.. Your such a kind person you must be interested to hear your students quick input right?" Crowley paused as he looked to the girl smiling "Yes! as I am so kind what do you need Ms. Queen!"

A smile stretched on [Names] lips finally getting his attention "Does NRC allow bullying along with the verbal harassment to not only a animal but towards a female as well? because Ace over here" she gestured her hand towards the red head who froze "has shown so many signs of not only bullying, and making snide comments to Grim but also to me with being a female here. How sad it is to know that such a kind headmaster such as you" she waved her hand cringing in her mind as she noticed how Crowley perked up at her comments while also staring down Ace who continued to shrink back in himself.

[Name] continued to frown and speak in a sad tone"Let students seem to talk down on people especially females as if they aren't powerful within magic... how disgusting it is and I don't think thats fairy fair" she sighed hand on her chest "How dreadful I was only trying to help out before heading to my classes, and on my first day I experience such comments from a male student" Ace interrupted [Name] quickly "Headmage! I can explain-" The raventte headmage gripped his staff tightly scowling at Ace who froze.

"Mr Trappola if what Ms. Queen said is true. I must have you speak up now. We do not tolerate bullying nor speaking below a female student who is taking higher classes than a first year student like yourself" Ace fist balled before gritting his teeth and glared at the girl who stared down at him with crossed arms. "Yes but I'd also like to acknowledged that Grim threw the first fireball and he should" she glared down at Grim who gulped "should apologize" her eyes curved up as she stared down grim. The cat flinching and muttering a quick apologize sorry.

Ace sighed nodding his head to Crowley admitting of his actions and apologizing to [Name] and Grim with a scowl. Crowley hummed before speaking happily "Well then! You. Ace Trappola are to wash 100 windows and have Ms L/N and his pest- I mean familiar watch you wash all the windows as punishment instead" Grim let out a loud noise of annoyance at Crowley calling him a pest.

[Name] stared down at Ace while Crowley left. "I despise you so much right now n/n..." "Your a disaster waiting to happen. A collar should suite you to remind you of your place" [Name] smiled sweetly to Ace. The boy grumbling under his breath walking away from the girl who sighed before rolling up her sleeves to clean the statues with the purple sparks in her hands.

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Features!! Physical Appearances S/C: Skin Colour H/C: Hair Colour H/L: Hair Length E/C: Eye Colour

Other!! Other things that could be mentioned in chapter

Headmaster Crowley: The headmage of Night Raven College. Likes to constantly remind others how kind he is. He grants the MC student status and appoints them prefect of Ramshackle Dorm after they wind up stuck in Twisted Wonderland.

The Great Seven: There are seven influental figures in the world, called The Great Seven whose deeds are told through many legends

Ace Trappola: A quick learner with an upbeat personality and a mischievous streak. Since he and are both freshmen in the same class, they regard one another with amicable antagonism.

Grim: A monster who aspires to be a great mage. He will eat anything and everything, and his tendency to get carried away often gets him and the main character into trouble.

Phrases/Sayings/Refrences/Quotes Ever after High dictionary/Rooms/ etc. from the show/or game!!

Good Godmothers: A phrase that means good god in ever after high used in a mildly blasphemous expression of surprise, outrage, or horror when used.

Lost Your Crown: Another word that means lost your mind but in this situation [Name] has used it have they lost their minds talking about the duo

Not Fairy Fair: A word that means not very fair

⏝꒷︶ ͡𑁬♱໒ ͡ ︶꒷⏝ Sorry this chapter was short but I hope you liked it! I plan on writing back to my large amount sooner or later thanks lovelies <33

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acquired-stardust · 1 month ago

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Gunsmith Cats OLM 1995

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aardwolfpack · 6 months ago

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This show is now twenty-five years old.

#koutetsu tenshi kurumi #the steel angel kurumi #steel angel kurumi #kurumi #saki #karinka #atsuko enomoto #rie tanaka #masayo kurata #anime #opening credits #opening titles #music #music video #video #oriental light & magic #pony canyon #ad vision #Youtube

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Meet my interpretation of the previous Golden Guard, Credence

Credence was created at age 18 and made Golden Guard at 22 where he picked up a talent for abominations and Illusions. Basically anything flashy. Rather than being isolated or directly abused by Belos, Belos put Credence on a pedestal and made sure coven members below the ranks would listen to him while also making frequent threats towards him in regards of his image. Credence was made to feel he had to be constantly making a show, proving that he’s not powerless.

Credence is a bit of a germaphobe, values personal grooming and image. He always try’s to present himself perfect but he’s a bit unprofessional. In short he’s a little shit.

To his knowledge, he has no family relation to Belos but rather a young adult who had passed the coven trails and gotten to terrible accident where wild witches attacked civilians who he heroically saved. That Belos saw his heart as pure and took him in despite his amnesia and lack in magic. (I like to think Belos raised his Golden Guards differently as tests) Where he was trained to become the Golden Guard, purest of them all.

He a bit of the “ideal” type in regards of being Golden Guard, which is where such a harsh standard was set on Hunter.

He differs from Caleb due to having a straight nose and more narrow eyes as opposed to and aquiline nose and rounder/droopy eyes. His personality also differs greatly, he acts a bit like a nicer Adrian , if Adrian was a good person. Can come off as mean or arrogant but in reality he just likes putting on a show.

Despite being Darius mentor, they are actually close in age. Credence was 23 he met Darius who was 22. Darius had been trying to climb the ranks in the Abomination coven when Credence stepped in a decided to take him under his wing. Credence was fascinated at the research Darius doing on merging flesh with abomination matter. They soon become good friends with light pining.

He revealed his face to Darius when he was 25, 3 years into their friendship.

The mentor title comes from the fact that Credence was essentially the one who advocated for Darius and taught him more combat oriented ways on abomination magic to fit in better in the Emperor’s coven. The whole mentor, student ting became a bit of a joke for them and way to fondly view each other.

Credence begins gathering data and information to go against the Emperor at age 26 due to Belos saying some stuff that contradicted the Titans will. Credence bagan questioning before finding some dirt on Belos which resulted in a confrontation.

He went “missing” when he was 30 years old and then a two year old appeared. He was one of the longer lasting Golden Guards. He would have loved Hunter. Darius was 29 and regrets never admitting his love.

I head canon within the empire’s 50 years of existence, there was a total of 9 castle Golden Guards. Credence for 8 years and Hunter for 3 years.

I definitely have an another Golden Guard planned out to make, one before Credence with some stuff involving Lilith.

Also go help the timeline make sense, Darius and Eda are 43, Lilith 44 by the time Luz shows up.

I’ve been wanting to create some Grimwalkers lately and I’m glad my ideas are coming together.

#my art #toh #the owl house #previous golden guard #golden guard toh #golden guard #darius toh #toh darius #darius deamonne #digital art #the owl house golden guard

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Say My Name | NSFW

🍺Pairing: Fratboy!Song Mingi x AFAB!Reader/You/Yn 🍺Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. 🍺Word Count: 5,839 🍺Genre: some slices of life, mild inner turmoil, college au, smut. 🍺Warnings: this storyline does have polyamory/open relationships intertwined, bisexual/pansexual orientations for: Yoon Jeonghan, Jeong Yunho; Jung Wooyoung; Choi San and Song Mingi, jealous ex boyfriends, drinking, smoking weed, cursing.

🍺Sexually Explicit Content: mention of threesomes, mxm, fxm, fxmxm, oral sex (f. receiving), vaginal penetration, condoms, orgasms (both), clit stim, nipple stim, hair pulling, kissing (with tongue), deep sex (or rough sex, but not bdsm level, and no degradation), slight praise, let me know if I missed anything.

🍺Summary: You and Yunho have been childhood best friends since your mothers grew up together, living in different towns but spending all the holidays together. The friendship has always been light and easy, never serious. Reconnecting in college and exploring each other in new ways. After a second breakup with your high school sweetheart, Yunho propositions you to break your dry spell with his new fraternity brother transfer and high school friend Song Mingi. How could you say no?

🗝️ Note: Welcome to my gay frat house I guess 🤷🏻‍♀️ it didn’t start out this wayyy. But YunWoo took over my brain a week into writing this last year. In addition to the YunGi brainrot that kind of started this. Technically it was the Booty Wurk dance where Yunho looked like Mingi that we all have to blame. But anyway. Hope you enjoy! Please let me know if you did 💋

🍺Edit: I deleted a little under 2k of this fic that I just did not like, I had tacked it on under pressure. What is below is what I originally wrote and felt was not "good enough" to share...on tumblr...about fictional characters.

🍻Beta Reader(s): @minisugakoobies @minttangerines @chans-room in addition to massive thank you to Sunny and B for helping me in the midst of final edits when my imposter syndrome took over.

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

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You release a deep sigh, thumb skimming the text invite that Yunho had dropped in your group chat last weekend.

“You sure you’re good to do this?”

Yeosang’s hand touches your shoulder, drawing you back into your budget uber, a squashed Nissan Leaf.

“Yea, I need a hook up and some trash frat booze to solidify the end of my shitty relationship.”

Yeosang nods in agreement, he couldn’t take much more of your dorm room hermit-ing. Post high school sweetheart breakup (for the second time). You’re still unsure how you were convinced to give him a second chance.

“Let's go then, looks like the party is in full swing.”

You finally look out the window, the 1940s brick craftsman is borderline radioactive with the amount of neon lights covering it inside and out.

The two of you make your way up the neatly trimmed lawn, taking care not to disrupt the group of stoners that are gazing up at the stars trying to locate the big dipper.

Yeosang’s white netted shirt glows an otherworldly purple as you descend into the black lights inside the house.

You’d chosen a comfortable party fit. But did take Yeosang’s advice and threw on the top he’d suggested. Hoping that the magic it was doing for your cleavage was enough to get you laid tonight.

The two of you locate a familiar face among the crowd; Hongjoong is sitting on the stairs carefully rolling a blunt. You lick your lips at the sight of his tongue flicking out to seal the wrapper.

Shit, you really needed to get laid tonight.

“Hey HJ,” You nod to the person leaning on the wall next to him and they smile politely back.

“Hey! I can’t believe you’re actually here.”

You roll your eyes as Hongjoong hugs the two of you at once.

“As if you’d let me ditch this time.”

Hongjoong smirks at you as he reclaims his seat on the stairs.

“Where’s Woo?” Yeosang asks, hoping his friend hasn’t already gotten into trouble.

“Oh, Yunho and Woo are both downstairs, they’re doing a little dance thing.”

Hongjoong passed the blunt he’d been rolling to his companion. Waving his hand dismissively towards the entry of another room.

“Through the kitchen right?” Yeosang says, slipping his hand in yours, tugging you in what you can only imagine is the direction of the kitchen.

“Mmhmm.” Hongjoong murmurs, sending you a wink as you slip into the crowd, “good luck!”

Yeosang guides you in front of him once you locate the basement stairs. You’re thankful for all the brightness of the yellow rope lighting as you clamber down the sticky stairs. The music reaches your ears immediately.

“Oh my god, are we in 2012? Who the fuck is playing Booty Wurk?”

“Haven't you seen the new TikTok dance?”

“No.”

You and Yeosang descend the final layer of stairs just in time for the first chorus and an eyeful of your childhood best friend with a cap low over his eyes dancing in perfect sync with Wooyoung to the older R&B song.

Yeosang’s gasping face is a mirror of yours when you turn to him.

The two of you take up real estate on the stairs to watch their little show above the heads of the gathered college crowd.

You screech as the hip rolls start, and Yeosang shakes you as your two friends glide through the crowd. Dancing a path until Wooyoung is on his knees and you notice the person filming him. Wooyoung tugs the brim of his hat and slams the camera away.

The crowd screams, engulfing the boys in hugs and cheers. The two of you join in the cheers, before trying to get their attention.

“WOO! YUNHO!” You shout, waving your hands.

Yunho’s head snaps up and a grin fills his face as he comes to scoop you off the stairs in a spinning hug.

“You made it!” His smile widens when he sets you down.

“Yea, yea no big deal” you wave his excitement off.

“I want you to meet someone, where did he go…” Yunho breaks off as he scans the room.

“Can I least get a drink off before you start forcing socialization on me?”

Your pre-hookup jitters have made a reappearance, and you’re secretly wishing you had snuck off to get high with Hongjoong instead.

He laughs, “ok, ok. Woo? Yeo?”

Their heads pop up and they push away from their perches against the wall where they had been reviewing the dance video, to join you. The four of you weave through bodies to the fraternity's wet bar.

Yunho sets to work mixing up some drinks when another T-Pain song scratches across the speakers, and Wooyoung shouts in delight as the whole crowd starts singing offkey to Buy U A Drank.

Your best friend shakes his head laughing to himself.

“What?”

“I know where he is now,” Yunho wags his brows at you as he passes a cup to you and Yeosang who is watching the screaming crowd with confused curiosity.

“I can’t see anything!” You turn to Yunho, as he takes a sip of his drink regarding you over the rim with mischievous eyes.

He taps the bar counter, “hop up here.”

He sets his cup down on the other side and lifts you into the counter before you have time to think.

A small circle has formed around three people. In the center is a guy with dyed silver hair, shaggy and falling across his eyes.

“That’s Song Mingi,” Yunho smirks up at you.

Ahhh, mystery fratboy finally has a name.

You roll your eyes back at him, as if hadn’t been sending you propaganda of his high school friend the last two weeks leading up to the party.

Both of you turn back to the dancers, and you take a big gulp of your drink as he starts body rolling along with the others. The exception is- his gyrations are ridiculously fluid putting the other two dancers to shame.

“Fine, he’s cute” you yield, and Yunho leans into the side of your legs with a triumphant laugh.

“He’s more than cute, he has perfect proportions,” Yunho takes another sip of his drink before turning his face to yours, “still wanna test him out for me?” Yunho whispers against your cheek, his hand giving your knee a squeeze.

Your eyes couple briefly before yours drift to Yunho’s smiling lips, and you grant him a nod and a quick peck.

“He has to fuck well with moves like that,” Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s arm, and the other guy rolls his eyes.

“Wait, why is everyone confused whether Mingi is good in bed or not?”

Your question goes unanswered. Leaving you vaguely worried that you’ve been roped into popping someone’s cherry. But Yunho would do that to you.

Would he?

“That’s the one?” Yeosang questions you and Yunho, to which you both nod.

Yeosang purses his lips surveying the dance moves, he himself is not interested in the same shenanigans as Yunho and Wooyoung. He had simply come to grab a free drink and deliver you to Yunho.

Or take you home if you weren’t feeling up to it.

“He does have pretty proportions,” Yeosang nods, mutually agreeing with Yunho.

Wooyoung slaps Yeosang across the chest, “Mingi has pretty everything you should see his-”

“Agh.”

Yeosang slaps his hand over Wooyoung’s mouth, face contorted in disgust at the oversharing.

“Do I want to know?” You query Yunho.

“I honestly have no idea, Mingi still hasn’t been with a guy to my knowledge or hooked up with anyone since he transferred.”

Oh, maybe that’s why everyone’s so unsure if he’s good in bed or not.

“We went skinny dipping!”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes while stealing a sip of your drink.

“Ahhh…” Yunho wags his eyebrows, “with San?”

Wooyoung sends Yunho a glare at the mention of Yunho’s opposing frat president, “San stood guard.”

Yunho and Wooyoung appear to be having an argument with their eyes, one that you and Yeosang have apparently not been clued in on. As Yeosang looks at you with confused brows and you shrug in response.

Time to diffuse this before it escalates.

“I really need to meet this DJ.”

You steal your cup back from Wooyoung as another 2000’s club hit comes on.

“Oh, it's just Seonghwa! He wants to see you both,” Wooyoung’s festering mood quickly dissolves as he turns to lead the way to the makeshift DJ booth.

“Just Hwa,” You and Yeosang share a secret smile.

Yeosang had developed a small crush on the upperclassman, something about his eyebrows.

You slip off the counter and Yunho’s lips brush your ear, “that’s your other surprise.”

“Mine or Yeosang’s?”

You laugh lightly, nudging Yeosang in front of you.

By the time you shuffle through all the bodies Mingi is also waiting at the booth. Chatting eagerly to Seonghwa, who is in full alter ego, DJ Mito gear.

Wooyoung excitedly begins to introduce you and Yeosang when Mingi blurts out, “the one that needs to get laid.”

“To clarify, that is not me,” Yeosang raises his hand in earnest.

All of you laugh at both of their honesty. Mingi flushes suddenly dissolving into a giant puppy in front of you, staring at his shoes.

Oh, now this you can definitely work with.

“Well, it’s true.” You shrug, “and you’re the one that’s been selected to take care of that situation for me?”

Mingi looks shyly at you under his brow top teeth worrying his bottom lip before he gives a nod.

You stifle a groan and take a sip of your drink, or more accurately, down it.

Seonghwa’s attention turns back to mixing the music, one ear if his headphones off to listen to your group to the best of his multitasking capability.

Yunho’s laughs and bumps Mingi with his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, she doesn't bite…that hard.”

He teases, draping an arm across Mingi’s shoulders. You clock how Mingi leans eagerly into Yunho’s touch.

Interesting.

Yeosang catches your observing, raising his eyebrows at you to gather your attention.

“You good?” Yeosang mouths and you nod in return, eyes flicking to Seonghwa but Yeosang shakes his head in dismissal.

“Next time,” you mouth back at him and his cheeks flush.

“Yeo come dance with me!”

Wooyoung tugs on Yeosang’s hands, sloshing punch everywhere.

Yeosang rolls his eyes in tender annoyance, “after I wash this off my hands.”

“I’ve got a couple of towels,” Seonghwa tosses one to Yeosang, as Wooyoung snatches the cup to chug the remnants of his drink.

“There! Now let's dance.”

Woo bounces as Yeosang purposely takes his time in drying himself off.

Your eyes flit back to Yunho, who is whispering something to Mingi as Yeosang delicately dabs his hands with the towel. Yunho turns to kiss your temple before collecting a needy Wooyoung, a reluctant Yeosang and pushing Mingi towards you.

“Take care of her Mingles.”

Before you have time to object, three of your friends melt into the crowd and Seonghwa sends you a conspiratorial wink.

Mingi looks up at you from under his bangs, “wanna dance?”

You flash him a startled smile and nod, pulling his hands from his pockets and slinking through the crowd together to a little spot on the floor.

Through the forest of arms, you see Yeosang and Wooyoung with arms draped across each other's shoulders, foreheads touching and hips undulating to the beat. Yunho dances behind them with a mutual friend from a sorority, his eyes find yours and he wags his brows as if he was smirking with his eyes.

Mingi’s hands switch from shy to confident as he turns you to face him, slotting you over his leg and fingers biting softly into your hips. You laugh warmly at his boldness and loop your arms around his neck and roll in time with him. He beams down at you.

“What?” You tilt your head in question.

“Should have known that all of Yunho’s friends can dance.”

Mingi’s hands drift up your back to spin you around, facing away from him.

“I hardly call this dancing,” you call above the music.

His laugh rumbles against your spine and you let him press his front into your backside, your ass molding into the cavern of his hips. Allowing your head to drop back onto his shoulder, swaying your body in tandem with Mingi’s, as his hands skim across the front of your hips.

You make it through three songs, dazedly watching your friends through the crowd. Yunho’s fellow Greek friend has disappeared. He and Yeosang have sandwiched Wooyoung in a slow grind to the current song. Yunho keeps stealing reassuring glances at you and Mingi between the gyrating field of bodies.

Eventually you lose sight of them, sinking into the pleasant hum of your head and thrum of your body. A combination of the bass from Seonghwa’s music and the drink Yunho had mixed for you.

Mingi’s thumb skims under the hem of your top to stroke your stomach, causing you movements to stutter a little bit as he tentatively presses your clothed pussy into his thigh from behind.

“Hi.” Mingi breathes caging you in, “do you want to go upstairs where it is quieter?”

You tilt your head, “eager to get started already?” you tease.

“Something like that,” he nibbles his bottom lip again, waiting for your consenting nod before taking your hand and guiding you back towards the stairs.

On your way up to Mingi’s room you catch sight of Yunho making out with Wooyoung, while Yeosang taps away on his phone ignoring the pair.

A feat which you found so difficult that it causes you to miss a step and fall against Mingi.

Wooyoung is perched on the bar with Yunho between his legs, devouring one another. But that isn’t what causes your stuttering footwork on the stairs, it's Wooyoung’s pretty hands drifting down to clench equal handfuls of Yunho’s ass.

“Are you okay?”

Mingi’s voice snaps you out of your gaping, his warm eyes calling you back to him.

You give him a quick smile, “I will be in a minute.”

This is how you ended up in your current position, sprawled under the massive man named Mingi. He hadn’t even kissed you yet and your blood was already racing each time he looks up at you from under his lashes.

“Are you still okay with this?” His fingertips stroke your cheek.

You nod your mouth parting as his thumb pressed into your bottom lip. Mingi’s resolve was lost when the tip of your tongue flicked against the pad of his finger, a soft moan escaping him before pressing his lips to yours.

The two of you quickly find a dance of lips, teeth and tongue. Mingi licks eagerly into your mouth, almost stealing your air with how hard he sucks on your tongue. You nibble his bottom lip in response. The two of you shudder against each other, gasping for air before diving right back into ravaging one another's mouths.

You let your hands explore his body, over the loose black tee he has tucked into the matching pants. Pulling it loose so that you can trail your fingers up the soft skin of his spine.

Mingi nudges your nose with his, signaling you to tilt your head so that he could get more access. Your pelvis rocks up into his when he sucks your tongue, and he rolls back. A ghost of the moves you had seen earlier.

You tuck your hands into his fluffy faded hair and tug at the nape. Mingi moans low and deep into the back of your throat, the vibrations sending your nipples hard. As if he knew, his hand skidded up to squeeze a breast through your shirt and bra. You nip at his lip in response.

He chuckles low, pulling back to meet your gaze, “do you even know my name?”

“Mingi,” you whisper, and you watch how his pupils dilate in response.

Fueling your next assault, looping your arms around his neck and craning up to kiss each side of his jaw, “Song.”

A kiss to his cheek, “Mingi.”

Lastly, a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth.

Mingi growls and the two of you begin frantically shedding your clothing, as soon as you are naked, he lifts you up the bed to rest against the pillows. He reclines back on his heels, the swell in his boxers looking dangerously bigger than you had anticipated.

“Still want to do this?”

Mingi laughs huskily at your consistently eager nod.

“I’ll go slow,” His voice oozes with reassurance.

You swallow and meet his eyes, sprawled before him like the last dinner, completely nude and exposed. His fingertips dimple into the top of your knees as he drinks you in.

Mingi slowly opens your knees, still testing you for any signs of push back or rejection of consent. You feel your timidness subside when Mingi’s eyes locked eyes with the swell of your pussy, when he couldn’t contain his tongue from flicking out to lick his lips.

Mingi reaches out to run his middle finger firmly down the slick valley of your folds, causing your hips to jerk as he bumps over tender the nerves of your clit.

“Sensitive?”

He looks up at you from under his lashes again, and it takes everything in you to not squeeze your thighs shut and moan

“Yea,” you huff.

“It’s been a while and even then, my ex was always too tired to take care of my needs.”

“Of course he was,” Mingi let out a sarcastic laugh as he thrust two fingers inside you.

You gasp clutching the sheets, hips chasing his hand on their own accord.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gaze rising with the roll of your body until he meets your eyes, “I need to loosen you up a bit, so I don’t hurt you.”

You give a tight nod, breathing deeply through your nose as tendrils of arousal begin to spread their roots as he starts working his fingers. Your body is so keyed up from lack of intimate touch that you’re dousing his hand in what feels like seconds.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

Mingi curls his fingers against the front wall of your cunt and his thumb lazily circles your clit as you pump your hips against his hand in blatant desperation. Chasing the foreign feeling of someone else bringing you to orgasm.

Coming so fast, that you grind your teeth together and clutch his brawny forearm as your body bows off the bed. The first orgasm coasting over you, like your first gasp of air.

Mingi moans at the sight of you and adds another finger, extending your orgasm until you’re trying to roll over to escape it. His other hand pins you to the bed by your thigh. You’re affixed, watching Mingi as he watches you with parted lips. Your hips meeting his thrusting hand and you convulse again. Mingi groans, his hand on your thigh tightening.

“Mingi-Mingi, ngh,” you claw at his arm as you feel the release gush around his fingers.

“That’s enough, I like it a little rough. Please, I want to feel you.”

You’re tugging his wrist and drawing your hips away. Mingi leans forward with a soft huff, brushing his lips against yours before grabbing a condom from the windowsill.

You stare at the sight above you, his rippling abdomen, the impulsive thoughts winning and you raked a hand gently down his stomach. He tenses in response and goose bumps erupt across his chest.

You drag your nails down the divide of his muscles slipping beneath the soft fabric of his fitted boxers and tilt your head back to meet his watchful eyes.

“You’re so soft.”

Mingi lets out a surprised laugh at your compliment, his head dropping to your shoulder.

“Would you like to keep touching me, or me to get started?” He whispers, lips kissing your earlobe.

You tuck your toes into the sides of his boxers and tug them down as a response. Mingi raises an eyebrow at you.

“My ex wasn’t always sex repulsed by me.”

You shrug and Mingi dives to plant another soft kiss on your lips as your fingertips idly stroke his length. Your thumb tracing the pearl of precum around the tip.

“Careful Mingi, you’ll make me think this was all because of me.”

You return his kisses as he mutters an, “it is” against your lips.

A hand coming up to grasp your breast, “all for these and this,” his large hand cups your damp pussy as he sinks back onto his heels.

His thumb strokes your bottom lip, “and really for this mouth and that smile.”

Mingi groans when you nip the tip of his thumb. His teeth rip open the condom in his other hand and he wastes no time in rolling it over his intimidating erection.

“Ready for me?”

Suddenly the shyness washes over him again, he fists his length, hand lightly bracing on your thigh and you can’t stop another eager nod in response.

Mingi holds true to his promise of going slow, rubbing his sheathed erection over your wet folds until you’re begging him to stop. Cunt clenching around nothing, needing to feel the stretch you know he will bring. He grips your hips, eyebrows pinching together as he lines up at your entrance.

You gasp as the fat head of his tip breaks inside, your hips chasing his cock to seek more and Mingi complies with a grunt of his own. Sinking slowly into you, his long fingers spreading your lower lips open to make his leisurely dive smoother for the both of you.

Your lungs feel empty by the time he is fully seated inside of you. His arms slide under your shoulders to hold the nape of your neck as he rocks upwards into you. The movement stroking places you have never felt.

“Oh fuck-" you clutch at his bicep, “Mingi.”

He kisses you again, mouth just as eager as earlier, rolling his hips deep into you as his tongue glosses over yours. Mingi rocks with a controlled place as your body tightens on itself again. His mouth seeks out your breast, tongue laving at your nipple and you gasp as he grazes it with his teeth.

“You like it a little rough right?” He looks up at you as his mouth sucks your nipple behind his teeth.

You cry out a “yes!” at the sensation.

Mingi moans in response around your breast. His hands reach down to wrap your legs around his hips as he sinks impossibly deeper against you. Stretching your entrance with his thick base in a way that makes you lose anything left of your resolve.

You’re filled up entirely with him, it doesn’t take long until you feel the tension building in your core, your walls squeezing around him.

Mingi abandons his marking of your breast to watch you. Clutching his ass, thrusting frantically into his stilled movement as he presses upwards into you so that it’s focused against the sensitive ridges of your glory spot.

“Say my name,” Mingi grunts.

His hands bruise into the valley of where your hips meet your thighs.

“Mingi,” your strangled whine comes, as heat blooms up your neck and across your cheekbones.

He groans holding himself firm, hands gliding up your ribcage to give each of your breasts a synchronized squeeze.

“That’s it baby, use me all you want, this is about you.”

Mingi puffs out short pants, not unaffected by your movements either. Squeezing your breasts entirely with a pitchy whine of his own, as your legs shudder around his thighs.

“Mingi,” you beg and his hand slips to your jaw as your eyes flutter open to meet his.

Mingi’s lips connect with yours, tongues sweeping against each other. Until your head presses back into the pillow as your orgasm crests, as tight as his hand fisting the hair at the nape of your neck.

Mingi starts thrusting into you again, his lips parting, gazes fluttering open to meet and never leaving yours as he picks up speed. Drifting you through your second orgasm or the night.

“Shit,” Mingi grunts in response.

Hips lazily rolling into you, in a way you didn’t know was possible. The top of his pelvis rubbing deliciously against your swollen clit.

“Mingi-”

He moans, “louder.”

“Mingi!”

You cry out in pleasure, and he lets go of his controlled strokes. One final crushing kiss to your lips he reaches down and throws your legs over his shoulders. The two of you moan in unison as he swirls wide circles into your cunt.

“How could anyone ever leave this pussy alone?”

Mingi pins your knees to your shoulders, thrusting your breasts between them obscenely, his eyebrows converging at the sight of you, his breathing becoming ragged.

“Oh god baby,” he sinks his weight into you, stealing your air.

You gasp and tremble in bliss at the depth his dick has reached.

“Mingi,” you breathe.

He continues to rock in and out with half pulled strokes. Ensuring he continues to fill you up entirely, not wanting to miss an inch of your canal seizing around him at his inviting intrusion.

“You look so good like this,” his gaze slips up to meet yours.

Your eyes flick down to the folds of your stomach, your tits bulging between the bracket of your thighs and whimper as you watch Mingi pull almost completely out suddenly and press back in slowly.

Who the fuck is this kid?

“Let's just do this a couple of times, please.”

You give him half a nod. Too taken by watching him. Gasping in rapture each time his body shudders, as you squeeze around his tip when he matches it to the entrance of your pussy.

Your insides fighting each thrust back in, a budding feeling so intense you can barely hold your eyes open. Sharp sounds leaving your lips in little uhts and uhs. Nails embedding into the caps of his shoulders.

“Does it feel good?” Mingi huffs, sounding strained.

Finally.

“So good Mingi,” you whimper.

“You're so wet for me, fuck. Can you come again?”

You gasp a “yes!”

Mingi thrusts in, pressing his hips up into your clit again causing the orgasm to begin unfurling.

“Oh god” you whimper, “they keep coming.”

Mingi lets out a stutter of groans intermingled with a raspy laugh, when your cunt clamps down on him. His jaw tightens and you fall apart when he firmly wedges himself inside, hand coming up to press on your stomach. You cry out silently as he repeats the motion until he gets what he is seeking.

You spray the lower part of his stomach, the cute little swell that sits between the peaks of his hip bones and he lets a ragged breath at the sight of you ruined underneath him.

“Oh oh-oh,” you thrash as your legs try to straighten at the sensation.

“Fuck yes!”

Mingi’s resolve finally breaks, hooking his thumbs into the ditch of your knees and letting loose. Hips pounding against yours as the waves of your orgasm roll back to form a new crest. His face hovering above yours, eyes lowered to watch how you take him, and he groans, gaze lifting to meet your lidded one.

You clutch at the blankets, face titling and greeting Mingi’s lips sloppily as you pant into each other's mouths between haphazard kisses.

Your body’s connecting with wet laps and tight thrusts. His damp chest brushing your stiffened nipples in an opportune way that has you coming again. The hardest one of the night, from the multiple points of stimulation happening to your body.

Maybe the hardest one ever.

Mingi’s body jerks and he lets out a booming version of your name as your insides clench him, spilling his own release into the condom as your orgasm seizes his cock. You cry out louder than all your grunts and moans before.

He lets your legs go and they numbly butterfly open around his waist, as your body trembles under his continuous motions.

Mingi whispers your name in repetition as he tosses his head back, toned hips working the both of you through the aftershocks.

You open your eyes when the roaring in your ears subsides and Mingi’s are still closed, his forehead pressed to yours. One hand braced on the pillow beside your head and the other idly stroking your calf.

“Fuck,” he swallows loudly.

You let out a breathy laugh and his eyes flutter open, and slowly, while holding your gaze he shifts back. Kissing each of your thighs as he lowers them, hands spreading across the soft of your stomach and rubbing back down to your front of your hips

“Are you ok?”

“Yea, very ok.”

Mingi smiles scooting back to slowly pull out. You shudder as the warmth of your own release leaks out of you and Mingi moans.

“You came so hard,” his thumb circles your entrance causing your hips to lift off the bed and a lewd moan to escape you- “don’t move.”

Mingi removes his hand, slipping off the bed to remove the condom. Tying it in a knot and tossing it into the bin by his desk.

He returns to you, erection still bobbing as he looks down at you with those hungry, dragon eyes. Seeking treasure.

“Can I?”

His eyes flick to yours, tongue peeking out the corner of his lips.

“Can you what?”

You shuffle up on tired elbows and yelp as Mingi sends you right back flat, tugging you to the end of the bed as he lowers into a crouch.

“What do you think, can I clean you up?”

You shift up again, nodding a little shyly and Mingi grins devilishly before opening you wide to him again.

“I’ll make it worth the trouble for you.”

“Trouble for me-umph.”

The question dies in your throat. There is no kitten licking or test kisses, he dives right in mouth suctioned to your dripping core. Sucking licking and moaning into the sensitive flesh.

“Oh fuck, Mingi!”

Your head drops between your shoulders as his hands wrap around the tops of your thighs, his nose bumping your clit with the passionate way he’s devouring your pussy.

“What happened to the bashful guy downsta-ah,” you break off into a wail.

Mingi moans as you shudder, undeniably leaking more arousal into his waiting mouth, you grasp at his hand, and he takes hold of your fingertips as the other sinks into his hair and he groans into your cunt when you pull.

“Mingi!”

Shamelessly rubbing your pelvis into his face as the tension starts to tighten again. Your brain is on fire with the feeling of his mouth on you, in combination with the pleasant ache in your core where he had just been. It’s all too much, and all too good at the same time.

“Mingi, Mingi, Mingi,” you chant softly, “oh Mingi!”

He laps at you again and again in a way either of you can’t seem to get enough of by the telltale way he’s got a crushing grasp on your thighs as if his broad shoulders aren’t enough to keep you open to him. Mingi groans into your cunt, tongue flexing inside your entrance. Just as you're climaxing nicely you feel his teeth graze your clit.

Stars explode, never in your life had you felt your vision go dark and white at the same time. You cry out so strangely that you don’t even recognize your own voice. Your spine arching until the band snaps and sends you collapsing back against the bed, wheezing for air.

“Too much?”

You feel rather than see Mingi leave a kiss to your sex swollen pussy.

“What-what, the fuck was that?”

He huffs a laugh through his nose, “told you I’d make it worth it.”

Mingi slips from between your thighs and the bed sags on either side of your ribs, his lower half cloaking yours with welcome warmth as your eyes finally regain their ability to open.

You touch his cheek, gazing at him with newfound admiration, “who taught you to fuck like this?”

Mingi laughs and lowers his eyes almost bashfully, you groan. His intermittent shyness will no doubt be the death of you, and Yunho.

“Hey baby, we are going to miss breakfast if you don’t wake up.”

Mingi’s deep timbre melodiously sweeps into your dreamless sleep.

You groan, stretching around his body that’s sitting next to you on the bed. Eyes drifting open to find a much more scholarly version of the demon that turned your body into the aching, sated mess it is now.

“Are those real?”

Mingi touches the wire frame of his glasses, laughing shyly.

“Yea.”

“Mmm, so cute,” you pull him down for a kiss.

Mingi moans into your moan and suddenly your body isn’t so sore anymore. Hands drifting to the open collar of the buttons on his henley.

“Come on, our friends are waiting for us to head to breakfast.”

You groan in protest, kissing his neck.

“I could eat you for breakfast.”

Mingi moans low, his hand supporting your neck in a way that tells you he’s as close to giving up on food as you are, but his growling stomach makes you stop. His cheeks and ears turn pink

He retrieves a t-shirt and sweats that had been sitting at the foot of the bed, “picked you some of my stuff so you don’t have to do the walk of shame.”

“Careful, I might develop a little crush on a thoughtful guy like you.”

He nuzzles you again, “get dressed please, I want to eat and then come back and have you again. If that’s ok with you?”

Mingi pulls back to meet your gaze, puppy eyes on full display. Internally you’re crumbling into a swooning pile of nothing.

Fuck.

“Yes, please.” You peck him on the lips before climbing out from under his covers.

Mingi sits back against the headboard and watches you slip into the clothes he’s lending you. His eyes furrowed in thought.

“Why didn’t you just hook up with Yunho?” Mingi asks from his sprawled position on the bed, taking a swig of the water he’d put on the nightstand for you.

“Because Yunho and I never have sex without a third,” You tug his shirt down, “and he wanted me fuck you first, before he takes you or us to bed.”

You laugh as Mingi sputters and chokes on the water, his cheeks flaming.

You climb into his lap completely dressed, “not that you really needed a test run in my opinion.”

“Does that mean, all of us…together?”

You bite back a moan as Mingi looks at you with the widest puppy eyes you never knew he could display.

You raise an eyebrow, “are you trying to convince me to skip breakfast?”

“Breakfast first, we'll need our energy.”

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dabi-drift · 2 years ago

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Rayne Ames x Reader (Mashle: Magic and Muscles):

Rayne is very family-oriented, so he needs someone who sees the value in family. He'll plan for children, but it's okay if you don't want them; a family of two is still a family.

And with no division of love, he can have you all to himself. He can dote on you. He wants to build a life together, and as long as you're there, that's enough for him. He won't ask for more.

Oh, but not liking rabbits is a deal-breaker.

You're his first partner, and the only one he'll ever want.

Your love empowers him. It makes him feel like he can do the impossible. If you want something that doesn't exist, he'll find it. To disappoint you would be the gravest sin, and you deserve better. He'll go to the ends of the earth and walk through Hell for you. He'll be the shield that protects your happiness and your smile.

If you have pets, Rayne has bought bunny ears for them (he has a pair for you, as well).

You definitely run his fanclub.

Jealousy isn't included in his catalogue of emotions, but anger takes its place, and you know how to rile him up. His glare makes you swoon, and he's so dreamy when he's calling people trash and stomping on them ♡

Like when you get 'overly-friendly' with someone, he'll give you a light reprimand. He'll push you up against a wall, squeeze your wrists and kiss you. It's him saying, 'Pay more attention to me.' But he'll never use force. He'll treat you like glass.

He loves having a monopoly over your heart. He loves to kiss your neck and feel you shiver against his lips. He loves to see himself reflected in your eyes. He loves to hold your hand, because it keeps you close to him and calms his every rage.

He loves to do things for you, to be a gentleman, and to try to be the kind of man you deserve.

He wants to be your love that comes around once in a lifetime.

#rayne ames #rayne x reader #mashle #mashle magic and muscles #mashle x reader #rayne ames x reader #mashle rayne #ames

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 days ago

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Ortho pokes his head over Trein's shoulder and asks what he's writing about? Maybe to Rollo. I live for Trein being a grandpa guardian figure to both boys.

A Storied Past.

"Professor Trein, what are you writing? It doesn’t seem like an essay.”

Ortho hovers over his teacher’s shoulder, taking a curious peek at the books and papers neatly oriented on the desk. Lines of carefully arranged letters fill a page. A cup of tea has gone cold, in favor of focusing on the flow of words.

"Ah, young Shroud." His pen nib lifts from the paper and begins on the next line. A fresh start upon a new ripple of ink. "You recall the trip to Fleur City I chaperoned? The one your brother went on?"

"Yes!" Ortho replied, eyes shining like an inner light had been turned on. "Nii-san brought back wooden figurines for me! I have them displayed on a shelf in my room."

"How kind of him. He's keeping you in his heart, even if you are far away." Trein offered a small smile. "As it so happens, I'm doing something of the same nature. I am in contact with a student at Noble Bell College. We connected during the magic symposium held there. It has now become part of my weekly routine to exchange letters with that young man."

"Ooh, I understand! It's like having a pen pal." Ortho cocked his head in confusion. "... But wouldn't it be more efficient to communicate using instant messaging? There are a number of applications which allow for texting. Even email would let you converse much easier than by handwritten letters."

"That is true. However, I’m somewhat old-fashioned—and as is my companion. This is the method of communication that best suits us.”

“What sort of person is your pen pal…? You said they were a student, but from the way you described them, they sound more like another 60-year old man.”

“Ah-HEM!” Trein slammed down his pen. “I’ll have you know that I am only 58!”

“Eeeh, I just rounded up instead of down!”

"Have more tact when you next discuss a man's age!" He huffed--but the rage only lasted a moment or two, the embers quickly fizzling out. "... That young man, he lost someone precious to him some time ago. He continues to feel that loss today.

"Lost someone precious to him..." Ortho's mouth folded into a frown, but he could not bring himself to say anything more.

"I understand that feeling, and how difficult that grieving process can be. When I lost my wife... Lucius, my daughters, and I were beside ourselves. It still hurts--and I can never be entirely sure if this hole in my heart will be filled--but when the worst of it comes, I know I always have those I can turn to for support.

"But this young man has no one of the sort for him. He grieves alone. No one hears him cry. None share his pain. That is why I have taken it upon myself to be that person for him--so that he is not consumed by the fires of hell."

"... They're very lucky to have you in their corner," Ortho said with a chuckle. "A wound festers if left untreated. Festers and festers until it's too late to turn back."

In his mind, he saw a vision in black and blue. Splotches of ink, violent lashes of cobalt flames. Writhing souls, groans of the dead.

"Let's restart this horrid world, nii-chan. We'll make it a reality where we can be heroes...!!"

"Yup, just leave it to your big bro... Ortho."

"... But you won't let it get to that point." The android grinned. "Hehe, Professor Trein really is a really respectable adult!"

#disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland #Mozus Trein #Ortho Shroud #glorious masquerade spoilers #Rollo Flamme #sing sweet nightingale #twst interactions #twisted wonderland interactions #book 6 spoilers

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vermilionstarlight · 6 months ago

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Made because I'm bored on the shitter. No shapeshifting because I know this website and I know my sphere of influence and it'll automatically sweep.

A statistically significant portion of you are transgender / therian / queer / autistic / otherkin weirdo freaks (affectionate) (loving) (I fit almost all of these descriptors wholly or partially)

OVERLY DETAILED ELABORATION BELOW THE CUT:

1. Flying - Top speed of Mach 1. You're immune to the negative effects of G force on your body, low pressure environments, low oxygen, low temperatures, and damage from air resistance.

2. Amphibious - Your swimming is not enhanced (you must learn to swim, same as anyone). Any water inhaled is magically turned into breathable air as it passes through your mouth or nose. You are immune to pressures up to and exceeding that of the Marianas trench, low deep-sea temperatures, and the bends. Wildlife that would otherwise be aggressive or dangerous will simply ignore you, and venom from aquatic or semi-aquatic creatures will not affect you. Basically, you're safe from hazards unless you explicitly attack something.

3. Teleport - You have the ability to place the portals (similar to those from the popular video game Portal) at your choosing, and they can be placed at any point in space that you can see. It can be any 2D shape, so long as it fits within the area of a five m^2 square. You can 'bind' the portal to an object (car, wall, article of clothing, yourself), or you can simply have it freestanding in the air and be stationary relative to the Earth's surface. You can only place two pairs of portals at a time. If you attempt to place a new pair, you must choose an existing pair to remove. If you close or remove a portal while something is passing through it, it shears that thing perfectly in two. You can't open a portal in a position or orientation that would have it intwrsect with a solid object, only liquids, gases, or plasma.

4. Time Loop - You can start a time loop of indefinite length at any time. It resets whenever you wish, or when you die, whichever comes first. You can end the current loop at any time, or begin a new loop with a new start point and reset interval/reset condition at any time. You can only have one 'start point' at any given time.

5. Telepathy - At any time, you can think of a specific person and project a thought, concept, emotion, or sensory experience into their mind. Once you do this, it establishes a connection that the recipient can use to transmit in the same fashion. You can create telepathic "group chats" between people, with a maximum of 10 participants (including you). Any participant can exit the connection at any time.

6. Inventory - When you're touching an object, you can will it into an extra-dimensional space. There are no weight or size limits. You can store singular discrete objects, containers and their contents, and "piles" of objects (like a mound of dirt). You cannot store living organisms, meaning any object put into your storage is 100% sterilized. Non-living organic matter (vegetable matter, meat, bone, dead bacteria) can still be stored. You can mentally access this space at any time, and can get a complete mental inventory of everything stored inside it at any time. Time doesn't pass for anything stored in this space, and qualities like arrangement and temperature are preserved. Whenever you wish, you can retrieve an object from the space, and it appears as it was when you stored it, and in any orientation you wish, so long as it's touching you as it comes out (e.g. it comes out of the space in your palm, at your fingertip, on top of your head, touching your ankle, etc.). If you attempt to retrieve an object in an orientation that would make it intersect with anything solid, the retrieval attempt fails.

7. Invisibility - You can, at any time, choose to switch between being visible and being invisible. This does not affect the way light interacts with you, but instead makes it so that anyone perceiving you will contextualize you as not being there, and never having been there recently. The fact that you are walking around, talking, and interacting with the world around them does not change that you are not there to them. Light still reflects off of you and hits their eyes, but they will simply be unaware of the fact that someone walked into the gas station two minutes ago and is standing in front of them right now. Because the you are not there at that moment, most suspicious activities do not register to anyone perceiving you, because you aren't present to them at that moment, and people that are not present aren't able to do things.

8. Healing - When you touch an organism, you are able to heal it of any given perceived malady, affliction, or harmful effect. This relies on the perception of the one receiving the healing, not on the perception of you, the healer. Cancer, aging, alzheimer's, even relatively "minor" afflictions like male pattern baldness or a mild tendency towards pimples. There's no specific limit, so long as the receiver perceives it to be bad or harmful. This also can heal congenital disorders. Specific afflictions can be targeted, so a "full heal" isn't always necessary. If you want to heal someone of a spinal disorder, but they were also raised Catholic and perceive their sexual desires to be inherently harmful and sinful and in need of removal, you as the healer can choose to only heal the former and not the latter, if you are uncomfortable with that. If somebody wishes to have their hearing damage healed, but they are also a paraplegic and consider that to be an important part of their person-hood that shouldn't be changed, it's possible to target specifically the hearing damage and not the paralysis. This ability is also able to affect mental afflictions, chemical imbalances, and the like. This will change the receiver's mind to be in line with whatever they consider to be "healthy," relative to their perceived affliction. It is not possible to apply healing without the desire of the receiver. Verbal consent is not required, only conscious desire for the affliction to be remedied. It's supernatural bullshit, so there's no gray areas. If they would have said yes to an explicit question of consent, you're able to do it even without verbal consent. If they would have said no, then you aren't able. This is specifically to allow emergency life-saving healing, in the case of someone being unable to explicitly verbally consent. Morally dubious, but generally very helpful. Also, so long as you and nobody you care about are killed instantly (or killed too far away for you to heal in time), you and everyone you care about is immortal for as long as any individual desires.

9. Mind-Reading - You are able to non-consensually probe the mind of anyone you can directly see (television screens do not count, there must be direct sight-line between you and the target). You can see any memories they have, though the clarity and veracity of these memories is context-dependent. You can glean their immediate surface thoughts, and you can perceive through their subjective experience. You aren't immediately made aware of their deepest most subconscious desires, but you can analyze and infer from their thoughts and memories to deduce such things. Unless you're skilled in self-reflection and psychology, it won't be easy to immediately understand their entire person-hood. This may be morally dubious at best, but it can be useful for vigilantism and the like, depending on your moral allowance for such things.

10. Skill Retention - Your brain just works better when it comes to getting better at mundane skills. You are not supernaturally more capable than a normal human, you are just able to rapidly get better at things within normal human limits. Skills come easier to you, and not just things like "playing the piano" or "throwing objects" or something. You also find it easier to improve with critical thinking skills, emotional awareness, general kinesthetic coordination, and other such things. Additionally, you retain these skills far better than a normal person can. You don't easily "get rusty" with any sort of skill unless you go entirely unpracticed for decades. You can learn how to perform advanced acrobatics, go unpracticed for 15 years, then pick it back up at almost the exact same level of technical skill. Some tasks require more than just skill and mental capacity, like sports, and you're granted no special ability to get more physically capable. However, this ability does make it significantly easier to learn how to keep yourself disciplined and stick to a routine, allowing you to become more physically capable anyways. You are the most average superhero ever.

11. Clairsentience - You are able to create a supernatural, intangible "camera" whenever you like. You can perceive sounds and sights through this camera, even if you are physically deaf or blind. Your brain functioning is changed so you're able to adequately process two simultaneous sets of sensory input without biologically blue-screening. You can move the camera around as you please, with no range limit, and it's able to move at speeds up to 0.99c (99% of light speed). You can spy on anything, anywhere, whenever you want. Spy on billionaires, spy on political backroom deals, spy on your asshole neighbor to steal their Dropout password.

12. Animal Speech - You can intuitively communicate with and understand any and all animals. Animals that are solitary and lack much social capacity like tigers, polar bears, and some shark species will mostly make for boring and/or antagonistic conversation, though they'll still be able to transmit and receive basic emotions and concepts (territory, fear, food, bright, dark, baby, sex). More social animals, like many canines and felines, will be far better conversation. They still don't have the complex language capacity of a human, but they'll be more amiable even if they aren't generally able to handle more complex concepts. Very intelligent and social animals like crows, orcas, or elephants will likely be mostly comparable to a full human person in terms of conversation, if not functionally the same. They have generally better language capacity than many other animals, and complex social intelligence.

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