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fandoms-are-my-friends-1321 · 6 months ago

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Clueless is an Understatement

This may not be the original idea for Rayne that I had, but at the same time, it is an extremely adorable request that I could not refuse! Plus it allows me to try and write a character that is similar to Mash (I love his brainless antics). I hope that you enjoy this fanfic @jennapancake! Thank you again for the request! Gifs are not mine.

Summary: Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling, followed him to Easton Magic Academy to help protect him on his quest to become a divine visionary. Along the way, they caught the attention of Rayne Ames, who is absolutely smitten by Y/N. The only problem: Y/N does not know how to take a hint.

Warnings: reader has some small injuries, mentions of blood, otherwise none (but if I miss something let me know!)

In a world where magic users dominate the population, there were two non-magic users who were hoping to change their fates and prove that magic was not the only thing that made a person worthy in the eyes of higher powers. The first one was Mash Burnedead: a boy who relied only on his powerful muscles in order to become the divine visionary and allow his family to live in peace. The other is Y/N Burnedead, Mash's older sibling who is also a non-magic user and just as strong as their younger brother. Y/N knew that Mash would face a lot of dangerous challenges and potentially evil foes during his time at Easton Magic Academy, so they took it upon themselves to take the entrance exam as well and help Mash on his quest.

At first, many of the other students wondered why a person as old as Y/N waited so long to join the academy, but they made up the excuse that they were simply too nervous to participate in the entrance exam until now. Of course this was far from the case due to Y/N's trust in their own muscular strength, but it was a necessary lie to keep people off of their backs. Y/N and Mash only allowed trusted friends to know their non-magic status, or the more accurate truth, they all found out after the battle with the Magia Lupis.

"Dude, I still can't believe you have no magic power at all! That is total side character ener-," Y/N smacked Dot across the face before he could finish his sentence.

"And yet you let a side character show you up," Y/N said as they dusted off their uniform. Y/N walked over to Mash and ruffled his hair, causing him to mumble as he tried to fix it. "Come on, you know I don't like my hair being messed with, Y/N."

"I couldn't help it, little brother. You are just too precious sometimes," Y/N said in a monotone and yet excited voice. "Don't forget we have our workout scheduled for 3 today after my classes are finished, and I can't wait to out rep you today."

Mash shook his head from side to side. "Only in your dreams, sibling."

Despite being a first year, Y/N managed to be placed in some upper level courses at Easton, one of which being the Study of Magical Creatures. Rayne Ames, a current divine visionary and the older sibling of Y/N and Mash's friend Finn, also helped to pull some strings for the older Burnedead. It's not that he doubted their prowess, and if anything, it was their power that Rayne admired along with their beauty and talents. However, some of the professors were still skeptical of Y/N and Mash when it came to their "magic" abilities, so he offered his support in their favor.

Today's class would be taking place outside in one of the open pastures by the school, with today's lesson involving herding and calming wild Wrivian's, horse-dragon hybrids that were the size of a small cottage. Rayne was waiting patiently for Y/N to arrive for class, and he caught himself checking his robe for any stray crumbs from lunch. He never used to worry about his appearance since he is usually well-kept, and yet ever since he met Y/N, he felt the need to look even more pristine when he knew they would be around.

Not that Y/N would notice the small details to begin with...

Y/N arrived a few minutes before class began, and Rayne waved at them as they approached. "Good afternoon, Y/N. Are you ready for today's class?" Rayne stated with a slight smile.

Y/N clenched their fist as they took on a fighting pose. "I was born ready, Rayne. Any challenge that these Wrivian's bring, I will take each one down with my fist."

Rayne let out a chuckle as he moved to stand beside them. "I thought you would say something along those lines."

The professor explained the task to the students, making sure to reiterate that no harm should be brought to any of the Wrivian's or they would fail the assignment. All the students broke off into pairs, which would make wrangling the beasts an easy task, but Y/N and Rayne faced more difficulties. Rayne used frontal attacks with Partisan to deflect the fiery breath from the Wrivian, the creature's emerald scales flexing as it weaved expertly through the air. Y/N took more of a distraction approach as they waited for the right time to strike.

"Y/N, they have a blind spot if you move to the right! Now is the time to tame this beast! Remember, avoid harm at all costs!" Rayne instructed as he launched the silvery swords of Partisan one last time.

"Kay', taming magic activate!" Y/N shouted the fake spell as they squatted and leaped into the air, easily reaching the Wrivian hovering in the sky. Y/N grabbed the Wrivian around it's broad neck, the rough texture of the scales cutting into their hands as their weight brought them and the creature back down to the ground. The cloud of dust and the immense crash had Rayne worried, not so much about failing the assignment but for Y/N's safety. I really have fallen for them, Rayne thought as he dashed to the scene. He expected to see the Wrivian knocked out from Y/N's brute strength, but Rayne was shocked to see that the creature did not have a scratch on it. If anything, it seemed quite happy as it expertly stole a cream puff from Y/N's cloak.

"Hey, that's my afternoon cream puff," Y/N whined at first as they looked up at the beast with a minor frown, but as the Wrivian let out a whinny at the sweet treat, Y/N sighed in defeat as their head drooped. "Then again, it seems to be making you pretty happy too."

Rayne gasped as he knelt down by Y/N, who was too distracted by the loss of their cream puff to notice the crimson liquid dripping from their hands. Rayne placed his hands on Y/N's forearms and lifted them up, his cheeks dusting with pink as he felt the muscles under their cloak. "You're hurt, Y/N. Please, let me take you to the infirmary and help bandage your wounds."

Y/N looked down at their hands and blinked. "Oh, looks like I am bleeding, huh? Oopsies." Rayne playfully rolled his eyes at Y/N's unawareness as he helped them to their feet, an arm wrapping protectively around their waist despite Y/N's ability to walk. Y/N's brows furrowed as they looked at Rayne. "Why is your arm around my waist if I can walk?"

"Just a precaution to make sure that you have no underlying injuries," Rayne replied.

"But you can see me walking, Rayne? Are you sure I need assistance?"

The two students finally arrived at the infirmary, and Y/N sat on one of the medical beds while Rayne treated their wounds. He started by cleaning the cuts and applying alcohol to the wounds, causing Y/N to flinch. "Ouchie, that burns a little." Rayne only smiled as his golden eyes remained filled with adoration. Once Y/N was all bandaged up, Rayne laid a kiss on each of their hands. "There, you should be fully healed in a few days."

Y/N tilted their head. "Was that a magic healing spell? Can you teach it to me?"

Rayne smirked as he ruffled his blonde streaked hair. "I could probably teach you the spell over dinner. Would you care to join me?"

"Well I would, but Mash and the others always go to dinner with me on this day of the week. I am making cream puff this evening, if you wanted to join, and the others would be happy to see you." Y/N rambled as they tapped their chin.

"We can bring the cream puff to them when we are finished, but I need your full attention to teach you this spell," Rayne said as he tried to find a way to spend time alone with Y/N. He adored the others yes, especially his brother Finn, but he had longed to ask Y/N on a date for some time now. There was something about them that was charming and adorable, and Rayne could not resist them. Y/N's eyes widened as they absorbed Rayne's words. "Ohh that makes more sense. I will see you then, Rayne." With that, Y/N hopped off the medical bed and left with a brief wave as Rayne started to devise a game plan for tonight.

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Rayne arrived at the dorm kitchens around the time Y/N had specified, a bouquet of their favorite flowers in hand. He entered the kitchen and was greeted by Y/N wearing a frilly apron that matched the one that Mash typically wore. They were currently whisking the eggs for the cream puffs with calculated precision. Rayne smiled as he leaned over the counter and presented the flowers to Y/N. "I brought these for you, Y/N, and I hope that you will enjoy them."

Y/N halted their whisking and took the flowers from Rayne, eagerly sniffing the fresh blooms. "These smell like the flowers back home, but I don't know if they will taste good in the cream puffs."

"They won't be going in the cream puffs, you dork. They are for you to look at and admire from afar." Rayne explained as he conjured up a glass vase. Y/N let out an exclamation of excitement as they tapped the vase to see if it was real before going back to whisking. Rayne rested his head in his hand as he watched Y/N make the cream puffs from memory. While the cream puffs were baking, Rayne took this as a sign to make his feelings known. "I am excited to try these delicious cream puffs, but I have no doubt that they will not be as sweet as you are."

"I always put four cups of sugar into the dough, and along with this custard cream, they will be the perfect amount of sweetness." Y/N assured as they plopped down in the seat next to Rayne. They perked up as they remembered the conversation they had with Rayne earlier. "Oh, you said you would teach me that healing spell? Unlike my brother, I can learn things pretty quickly."

An idea materialized in Rayne's head as he pretended to pop his knuckles. "Luckily, this spell does not require a wand like most spells, and I believe that you have the abilities and strength to master this spell in no time. Firstly, you take the hands of the person that you want to heal." Rayne turned to face Y/N as they took their hands in his, the bandages from earlier soft to the touch, but Rayne wished he could feel Y/N's actual hands instead. Y/N continued to absorb the instructions like a sponge as they replied with a "got it".

"Next, you approach the subject closer so you can determine the state of their injuries." Rayne closed the gap between him and Y/N until their face's were inches apart, allowing him to admire all of the amazing features of Y/N's face. He swore that no deity could be more gorgeous than them. Y/N nodded as they maintained eye contact with Rayne and made sure to process each step clearly. "Finally," Rayne started as he placed a hand on Y/N's cheek, "You perform the healing spell." Before Rayne could complete his plan, the loud ding of the oven interrupted him, and Y/N shot up from their seat faster than a lightning strike. "Cream puffs are done!" They shouted excitedly.

Y/N finalized the delicious treats and handed the first ones to Rayne. He bit into the pastry and hummed with delight as Y/N ate their portion of the cream puffs in a few gulps. "These are perfect, Y/N, and I must admit that this would make for a perfect date," Rayne said as he smiled more than he had in months. Y/N was once again confused.

"Isn't that a type of fruit?"

"Yes, you are correct, but it is also the time spent between two individuals that care about each other as a way to show affection for one another. Y/N Burnedead, I care about you more and more each and every day, and I would destroy every evil force in this magical realm if it means that you are safe by my side. I would be yours if that is what you wish, but if you need more time, I understand completely." Rayne blushed as he rubbed the back of his neck, but Y/N still could not see the full picture.

"I could help you beat up the villains instead, but I would need to focus on more bicep training first. Maybe Mash would know-," Y/N's sentence was cut short as Rayne gently pressed his lips against theirs as his hand returned to caress their cheek once again. Y/N did not fully understand what to do, but they did enjoy the feeling of Rayne being so close to them. When Rayne pulled away, the realization of his words and actions finally set in, and Y/N turned as red as the strawberries they used in the cream puffs. Y/N's brain started to short circuit as the affection became to much. "I-I-I guess that t-t-this makes us a, makes us a..."

Rayne kissed Y/N's cheek as a genuine laugh rumbled in his chest. "Yes, this makes us a couple, if that is what you desire. There is no one in all of Easton that would make a better match for a divine visionary."

Y/N could not help but smile as they fiddled with their hands. "I-I would like that very much."

Bonus:

"Did you save some cream puffs for me?"

"Of course, I always save the perfect ones for my favorite little sibling." Y/N handed over the cream puffs to Mash as he excitedly munched on the pastries. Lemon and Finn had just entered the room, and Lemon could not help but squeal as she nudged Y/N with her elbow. "And I heard that Y/N made cream puffs with the Rayne Ames last night!!! So, did anything exciting happen?! I must know!!"

Y/N shrugged as they took a bite from their own cream puff. "Rayne taught me a new spell while I made the cream puffs. We also kissed, and now we are dating. Nothing too exciting though."

Lemon screamed with joy as she nearly fainted at the news, but it was Finn whose jaw dropped as he flailed his arms in the air. "YOU'RE DATING MY BROTHER?! AND YOU KISSED?! I did not need to know that!!" Finn dashed from the room as his face flushed with embarrassment, but Lemon wanted to hear more.

"So, do you want to go over wedding plans with me?"

Tag list: @mayurin17, @thebasicbword, @kemis-world, @sereniteav

#rayne ames #rayne ames x reader #rayne ames x reader fluff #rayne ames fanfic #rayne ames x reader fanfic #mashle magic and muscles #mashle magic and muscles fanfics #rayne ames fluff fanfic #mash burnedead #finn ames #divine visionaries #mashle #mashleverse

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superdanverstrio · 1 year ago

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Can I request Steve x Sam's older sister (plus size). Steve gets back from a job, and can't wait to see you. He's been pining for you, and all he's been thinking about is telling you how he feels.

And somehow work in the line: "If anybody were to kiss me...I would want that person to be you."

Feelings

Warnings: Sharon being mean for no reason

Parings: Steve x plus size reader

You were hanging out with Sam, your brother. Most sibling hate each other but you and Sam weren't like that at all, he told you everything, and you did the same, and you obviously always trusted him. “So you're seein' anyone yet?” He asked you. You chuckled and shock your head. “Nope, still extremely single. Pretty sure that's gonna be my reality forever.” You say sighing. “What? No it's not gonna be, you'll find someone, I'm sure of it.” “I doubt it, no one likes me like that.” You say. “That's not true.” “Oh yeah, name someone.” Sam looked at you but didn't say anything. “Sam, what do you know that I don't.” You asked, needing to know. He stayed silent for a second but ended up spilling the tea. “Alright, I wasn't supposed to say anything but… Steve had a think for you for a while now, I told him several times, but he was always too scared.” You were shocked Steve Rogers the most charming man and Captain America was into you a plus size and boring girl, you couldn't believe it compared to him, you had nothing special. “You're kidding right?” “ No, it's the truth, he is.”

After that, you just couldn't wait for him to come back from his mission. A day before Steve came back, Sharon came back. You walked to the kitchen to go grab a snack. You walked in and saw Sharon and her friends talking, you weren't the biggest fan of Sharon, so you tried your best to walk away, but she saw you. “Hey Y/N did you hear the news me and Steve are dating.” She said, and your heart dropped, 'b-but Sam said he liked me' you thought. “Really that's great. How did you get together.” You asked, you didn't really want to know, but at the same time you did. “Well we were doing our mission you know, and he just kissed me and said he loved me.” You smiled and told her it was great even tho you did mean it and left after that.

You really thought you had a chance with him, but obviously Steve would be more interested with a girl like Sharon, blond, funny and worry a sexier body.

You were walking back to your room, trying your hardest mot to cry apart until you were alone. You didn't notice as you walked by your brother. He couldn't see your face, but you could clearly tell something was wrong. “Sis? Are you ok?” You kept walking without answering his question. He was your brother, so of course he didn't let go. “Come on, what's wrong?” “Steve doesn't like me.” “Yes he does” “No he doesn't he's with Sharon. He even kissed her.” You then left to your room, leaving your brother shocked.

When Steve came back a day later from his mission, he was greeted from everyone but Sam. He went top look for him and found him in the training room. “Hey buddy, I'm back.” Steve said but Sam continued his work-out, barely acknowledging him. He tried talking to him, but he just did seem interested at all. “Did I do something wrong, Sam?” “ I don't know, you tell me.” Sam said bluntly. “What did I do?” He asked. “You lied to me, maybe.” “I lied to you? About what?” Steve asked, genuinely clueless, “You've been talking some much about my sister, telling me you think she is beautiful and that you really like her.” Sam said getting heated. “I wasn't lying, she's amazing, funny, and beautiful. Why would you think I was lying?” “ You kissed Sharon during your mission, and now you're with her.” Sam said, Steve looked at Sam with a shocked and puzzled expression. “I never kissed Sharon and i sure as hell never told her I love her.” “Well, Yesterday, Y/N was crying because you apparently did so fix it.”

When Sam said that, Steve almost sprinted to your room to try to rectify the thing. He knocked on your door and waited a second. “Sam, I'm fine, stop checking.” He heard coming from the other side of the door, “it's me, Steve, I need to talk to you.” A few second passed and the door opened. “ Hey, glad to see you in one piece.” You smiled softly. “Oh by the way, congratulation for you and Sharon.” You said with a smile that didn't fully reach your ears. “Y/N I'm not with Sharon, who told you that?” “You're not! But Sharon told me you guys kissed, and now you were together.” You said, and Steve looked confused. “We didn't- ohh.” Steve began, but then realized. “Listen yes we kissed, but it was only because we had to, if we hadn't our cover would have been blown, so she kissed me.”

“So you didn't really want to kiss her?” You said a little hopeful. “Y/N if anybody were to kiss me… I would want that person to be you.” He said, looking you dead in the eyes. Your eyes widen, in shock. Captain America wanted to kiss you, of all people. “M-me y-you want to kiss me. But I'm like not in your league at all, I'm not pretty like you, and I'm fat.” You say, looking down. “First of all I think you are absolutely beautiful, and I don't care that you have a little more on your body, that's what makes your charm. “ He says looking at you with so much love in he's eyes, then he kissed you. You were stunned at first but ended up getting into it when you pulled away out of breath you looked at him even more in love than you were before.

#steve x reader #steve rogers #steve rodgers x reader #reader insert #marvel #fanfic #fluff #marvel x reader #sharon carter #sam wilson #sam wilson x reader #plus size reader #steve rogers x plus size reader

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dreamstormdragon · 4 months ago

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03 Leatherhead for the ask game, if you're interested! :3

YOU'VE COME TO ASK ABOUT MY BLORBO BLEEBUS!?

MY JOY?

HIM?

So...

I LOVE THIS BOY

This was the first version of Leatherhead I've ever seen and while I love ALL versions... Yeah, no this one's the best one, I take no arguments or exceptions lmao.

I'm legit pissed we were robbed of a Rise LH because I feel, in general as a whole he's not utilized ENOUGH.

Especially 03 LH.

This boy, is literally the turtles big brother? He shares a direct origin with them, with the Utroms!

Like, seriously you know what? We got to see Turtle Tots, where was my "Baby LH?" I doubt he mutated to an adult already.

I really wish we had gotten a chance to see his life actually growing up with them, as family because I can only imagine.

The way he re-finds himself, after that loss, thanks to the guys and especially with how fast they went,

"BIG BROTHER? BIG BROTHER?! OURS NOW!" collecting sibling figures like pokemon trainers on route 1. I love how, the writers leaned wholly into his role both as a combatant and an intellectual. He's not afraid to defend himself... or acknowledge, there's even limitations to his own prowess.

I always loved reptiles as a kid, like I was the kid who was always tuned into animal planet and stuff, so getting into this show, ALREADY LOVING REPTILES? And then THIS GUY APPEARS?

Big crocodile man?

YES?

Plus, my first introduction to TMNT was Good Genes which featured him quite heavily, so he's always been a favorite of mine, due to that memory. His bond with the guys, especially Donnie is just so darn sweet and seriously, we needed just more of this guy in general. I love how Master Splinter just readily accepts him as another kid, his boys brouught home for him.

"Ah yes, my sixth son, the crocodile. 4 turtle sons, a caveman son and a crocodile son."

As a whole I just adore this guy!!!

Also, I HATE HIS BACK TO THE SEWERS DESIGNS massive downgrade L level downgrade. DEAR GOD

We don't accept it. That design didn't happen lmao

ALso, Fast Forward season 2 was supposed to show that he lived that long? That he was STILL AROUND? (And given the oldest on record was a whopping 122 years old? I think a mutant with access to tech to keep himself healthy, would absolutely be still around. Frankly, I'm stunned FF season 1 didn't have him as at least a DECENT ADULT for Cody to be around. (Then again if Leatherhead saw Darius Dunn HOLY SHIT he'd be dead...)

#storm arashi #storm rambles #ask game #TMNT #Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles #Leatherhead #2k3 TMNT #Leatherhead 2003 #2k3 Leatherhead #TMNT 2k3 #TMNT 2003

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thetravelerwrites · 4 months ago

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The Hunt (DuMont)

Rating: Explicit Relationship: Female Elf/Male Tiefling/Female Tiefling Additional Tags: Exophilia, Tiefling, Elf, D&D, Dungeons & Dragons, Sex, Biting, Marking, Group Sex, Dom, Size Difference Words: 5228

Enania includes Kharis in The Hunt, a special event where DuMont gets to let loose and follow his instincts. Please reblog and leave feedback!

“I don’t know about this, all of a sudden,” Kharis said, hoisting the pack higher onto her back.

“This was your idea!” Enania shot back, tightening the straps of her own. “As soon as you heard about the hunt, you immediately begged to join the next one! You can’t back out now, we’ve already left the group!”

“I know, but I don’t know the first thing about camping or survival!” Kharis said, wearing new hiking clothes and a pair of sturdy boots. She had thankfully forgone wearing the normal flowy gowns she preferred to wear around her wings and tail. She liked unrestricted movement. “I’m a city girl, I’ve never been in the great outdoors before. I’m completely out of my element. I don’t know what I’m doing!”

“Well, I do, so quit your bellyaching,” Enania replied. “We’ve only got a day’s head start, and we’re going to need every second of it. DuMont is relentless when he gets into a hunting headspace, so we need to be just as relentless if we want to try to beat him to the summit.”

“Why do we want to beat him?” Kharis asked. “Since when was this a competition?”

“Trust me, it’s not,” Enania said. “We were never going to win against DuMont, but the chase is the part he likes the most. We have to give it our all or he won’t have any fun. Plus, the big guy likes to cheer us on, in his own way. If we were, by some miracle, able to reach the summit first, he’d be even happier than we would be, I’d wager.”

Kharis smirked in a fond way. “He has seemed kind of down lately. I wonder why.”

“It’s the anniversary of his foster father’s death,” Enania informed her. “The first anniversary, in fact. I knew it was going to be a rough day for him, so I suggested a hunt to take his mind off things. I was surprised he agreed.”

“Hm,” Kharis said. “Strange. I wonder what it’s like to feel close to family. Never experienced it.”

“Likewise,” Enania said with a sigh.

“What about your brother? Weren’t you close with him?”

“My brother was much older than me, more than ten years older. We got along better than anyone else in my family, but we were too far apart in age to have anything in common. Our relationship was good because it was surface level. I suppose that’s why: we didn’t know each other well enough to hate each other.”

Enania’s older brother and eldest sibling, the former crown prince Heron, ran away several years ago after expressing that he had no desire to ascend the throne. He was declared officially exiled from the capital as punishment for his desertion, not that he would have cared, and was believed by most to be dead. He, like Enania after him, had grown bored of political intrigue and tired of the bloody backstabbing between the many warring factions of court, all desperate to put the puppet they supported in power in the effort to keep power for themselves.

Kharis had been desperately in love with Enania’s brother before he left, and though she said she was over him now, Enania couldn’t help but notice the wistful glitter in Kharis’s eye whenever he was brought up.

“I see,” Kharis said, looking thoughtful. “I didn’t have any siblings to either fight with or get along with, sadly. Considering how much my parents hate each other, it’s kind of a miracle I exist at all. I couldn’t possibly be a worse mother than my own was, that’s for certain. Maybe we could make better families for ourselves, now that we’re away from court.”

“Speak for yourself,” Enania said with a derisive snort. “I’m having way too much fun to settle down and start popping out kids. Honestly, I don’t know if I’d be any better of a parent than my own were, and I doubt I’ll ever be in a mood to find out.”

“Yeah…” Kharis said distantly. “But… a real family could be nice. Maybe. Being loved could be nice.”

Enania looked at Kharis and smiled sadly. “It is. I hope you get to find out one day.”

Kharis blew a dry laugh through her nose. “Me too.”

Enania took Kharis’s hand, and together, the two of them entered the treeline, making their way toward the summit.

DuMont stepped into the forest, tamping down every sense besides smell, and lowered his head to the forest floor. His quarry had come through this path, no doubt, but it had detoured off the trodden path into the overgrown brush. If DuMont could have smiled, he would have. They were going easy on him to start, it seemed. Well, he’d have to teach them a firm lesson about underestimating him, then, wouldn’t he?

Crouching, he launched himself into the greenery, disappearing among the trees.

Part of the reason Enania had agreed to take Kharis on this hunting expedition was to teach her some survival skills so she could manage if she got separated from the group. As the moments passed, however, Enania was growing more and more concerned about Kharis’s ability to survive on her own in the wild. In less than an hour, she had tripped over nothing twice, almost accidentally eaten poisonous mushrooms, having mistook them for edible ones, and had come close to knocking down a low-hanging beehive with her long tail. It didn’t help that her tiny wings, an artifact that alluded to possible fae heritage deep in her genes, dropped magical fireflower seeds that bloomed and wilted within seconds of touching the ground, leaving a trail that was both visible and detectable through smell.

Stealth was not going to work. They were going to have to rely on speed instead.

“I need a break!” Kharis said, huffing a large breath and setting down her pack.

“Kharis, come on, we don’t have time for this!” Enania said, looking over her shoulder at the underbrush. “We’ve already wasted too much time! Our head start was over two hours ago!”

“Do you really think he can cover that much ground in two hours?” Kharis said, sitting on a tree stump and pulling a canteen from her hip.

“Are you kidding me?” Enania said. “I’m surprised he hasn’t caught us already!” She shook her head at Kharis. “I love you, babe, but you are not suited to this kind of thing at all. I don’t know how we’re supposed to take you on quests or into dungeons.” .

“I volunteer to be the party treasurer,” She said, holding up her hand as she took a large gulp of water from the canteen.

“You’re gonna have to fight Norman for it, but sure,” Enania said.

Kharis sighed and closed her eyes, letting her head fall back.

“Do you think I should take up juggling?” She asked Enania. “Maybe I can make money as an entertainer instead of an adventurer.”

Enania didn’t answer, and Kharis opened her eyes to find that she wasn’t there. She was instead sitting on a stump by herself, surrounded by the tall trees. Panicked, she got to her feet and spun, looking for her friend.

She heard a sudden moaning and followed the sound, coming around a particularly large tree to see that Enania was on her hands and knees, her face pressed into the grass, her eyes half-lidded and her mouth open, a giant smile plastered across her face as if she were the happiest she’d ever been. Her clothes were in tatters, the pieces of it strewn around her body. Kneeling behind her, holding her down with bits of Enania’s clothes in his teeth, was DuMont, his jaws open and drooling, fucking her mercilessly.

Before she could move, DuMont’s tongue lashed out like a whip and wrapped itself around her ankle, pulling her legs out from under her and dragging her toward him. A momentary panic gripped her until she remembered why she was here, and then she gave over to it and submitted to the experience.

With one giant hand, DuMont picked her up and pushed her against a tree, not necessarily roughly but certainly not gently. With his hips still pistoning against Enania’s body, DuMont lifted his head and used his teeth to rip out the crotch of her pants. Whimpering with both anticipation and a hint of fear, Kharis spread her legs wide, resting her feet on his horns. DuMont’s long, long tongue slithered out of his mouth and licked a clean stripe from her back to front. She moaned at the sudden sensation, her head hitting the tree behind her. His tongue entered her, thrusting in time with his thrusts into Enania. The moaning from both women shook the birds out of the trees.

Enania came once: Kharis could tell from the pitch and frequency of her moaning–and also by the swearing–but DuMont did not stop, his pace relentless. She came a second time, and then a third, before DuMont arched his back and roared, his tongue still embedded inside of Kharis. Ribbons of his seed splurted out of Enania, over and over. Kharis came after they were done, drenching her thighs in her cum, and DuMont withdrew his tongue, setting her back on her feet, although she fell to the ground, since her legs had no feeling in them. She rolled onto her back and gulped air.

DuMont sat back on his haunches, now out of his hunting space and meekly watching the women recover, before setting up camp while they were starfished on the ground.

“Are we resting already?” Enania asked, heaving breaths. “It’s not even midday yet.”

“Are you really in any state to keep going?” Kharis asked sardonically, sitting up and brushing the dirt and leaves out of her hair.

Enania groaned, rubbing her legs as if to get the feeling back. “Shut your face.”

“I’m hungry anyway,” Kharis said, standing and helping DuMont lay out the stones to build a fire. “That took it out of me.”

“You gotta build up some stamina, otherwise you’ll never survive this week,” Enania said, finally sitting up and watching Kharis and DuMont set up.

“Big talk for someone who’s basically naked right now,” Kharis retorted.

“Hey, you’re not much better, you know,” Enania shot back, standing up and wandering drunkenly toward her pack.

“At least my tits aren’t out,” Kharis said.

“Pfft, that just means I got more out of it than you,” Enania insisted, stripping off what remained of her clothing and digging around to find replacements while completely nude.

“I shall go get lunch for us,” DuMont said abruptly, and sauntered off into the woods, looking for prey.

“He really likes hunting, huh?” Kharis asked.

“He really likes hunting,” Enania said. “I guess it’s partly his nature and partly being locked up his entire life. I wish I had known it sooner, we could have had so much fun.”

“You’re a pervert,” Kharis mused with a laugh.

“Hey, you’re right here next to me, what does that say about you?”

“That I’m a follower, clearly,” She said. Enania snorted.

Shortly, DuMont returned carrying a wild pig on his shoulder.

“At least we know we’ll never starve with this big lug around,” Kharis said, impressed. “He wasn’t even gone five minutes.”

“Yeah, we’ll always be good on food as long as he stays healthy and we have access to the forest,” Enania agreed. “Our food budget is pretty low. Which is great, because he eats like a bear.”

“Can you blame him? Look at the size of him,” Kharis said, gesturing at him. “Can you even imagine how much energy he burns by just breathing?”

“I know how much he burns by fucking,” Enania said. “I’ve done plenty of research on it.”

“You’re a pervert,” Kharis repeated.

“Yes, that’s been well established.”

DuMont made quick work of gutting the pig and butchering it, and had it roasting on a spit while the girls drooled. He kept gently knocking their hands away as they tried to sneak a piece or two off of the spit. Once it was done, he cut the girls generous portions before inhaling the rest himself as if it were fresh mountain air.

Finally fed and suddenly exhausted, all three of them fell asleep. However, Kharis was shaken awake sometime just before nightfall by Enania. The sky was pink and purple, and she couldn’t see any beams of sunlight through the trees.

“Shh!” Enania said. “He drank an entire bottle of whiskey, so he’s a little buzzed and sleeping pretty hard, but he’ll wake up soon. We gotta get going now.”

“But he caught us,” Kharis said, getting her things together.

Enania snorted, and then held a hand over her mouth, glancing at DuMont, who was curled up like a puppy, sleeping.

“So what? It doesn’t stop just because we got caught, you quitter. The hunt is still going. It goes until we reach the summit, no matter how many times we get caught.”

“Oh, gods, I’m gonna need a month to recover after this,” Kharis said, groaning.

“Don’t worry,” Enania said quietly as they stalked into the brush. “DuMont will take very good care of us when this is over. Very good care.”

“The way you said that does not make me feel very confident that I’ll recover at all,” Kharis grumbled.

“Let’s just get going,” Enania said.

“But I’m hungry,” Kharis said, her stomach grumbling.

“Don’t whine,” Enania said. “I’ll teach you how to forage if it kills me. We may not always have DuMont hunting wild pigs for our convenience, and we shouldn’t expect him to, either, so we need to know how to do it ourselves. Do you still have your daggers?”

“Yeah,” Kharis said, reaching into her pack and taking out a belt with throwing daggers on it. “I don’t know why you insisted I get these. I’m hopeless at hand to hand.”

“You won’t be using it for that,” Enania said. “The best you can hope for at your size is defensive or ranged weapons. If you could wield a bow, that would be even better, but that attempt ended badly. I don’t know if Sanoh will ever really forgive you for ruining her favorite veil, but what can you do?” She gestured to the daggers. “ I can teach you to hunt small game with those. Hopefully.” She looked up at the darkening sky and crinkled her forehead. “We’ll have to table that for now, though. I can’t teach you much while we’re moving in the dark. Let’s go, and keep your eyes open, will you? You’ve got better dark vision than me.”

Kharis snickered. “All those trees running up to hit you in the face and all.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault I’m mildly colorblind. It’s the trees’ fault for being a weird color in the dark.”

“Sure, sure,” Kharis said, strapping the belt to her waist.

Another day of travel brought them to the base of the mountain they’d be climbing. It wasn’t a large mountain; climbing it would only take a day or so to an experienced climber, which in fairness, neither of them were. It was specifically chosen for how easy it was to traverse.

Knowing the climb would slow them down, they wasted no time in starting the hike, looking behind them for any signs of DuMont. He needed less sleep than his companions, so they both knew he was hot on their heels already. He’d always give them a full day simply out of courtesy and love of the hunt. He was very aware that nearly every normal bipedal person of humanoid size was at a disadvantage against him, and he adjusted accordingly.

“I hate climbing!” Kharis yelled around dusk. The shadows were cast long on the floor of the forest, and Kharis was praying they would make camp soon.

“Shh!” Enania replied, looking around. “There’s a cave just ahead. We can scout it and take a break there if it’s clear.”

“Thank the gods,” Kharis groaned, though she balked at the word break . “I almost regret suggesting this.”

“Almost,” Enania said with a grin. “Keep your voice down when we get inside. The cave will amplify our voices. And don’t light a fire. Oh!” Enania pointed into the distance. Kharis saw a small dog, possibly a farm dog from the village to the west, poking around the underbrush. She crouched down and clicked her tongue, beckoning the dog toward her. Reaching into her pack, she took out a biscuit and offered it to the dog. The dog came close and took the biscuit from her hand, and while he was munching on it, Enania took a tiny bottle from her pocket and used a small amount of twine to affix the bottle around the dog’s neck. Then, she took another biscuit from her pack and threw it pretty far. The dog bolted, and Enania stood back up, smiling.

“That was my perfume,” Enania said. “It’ll buy us time.”

“Smart,” Kharis said, and pulled Enania’s sleeve. “Let’s get to the cave. My legs feel like jelly.”

Inside, they both sat down, let go of their packs, and stretched out on the ground, letting the coolness of the rock ease their tense muscles.

“Let’s go ahead and get a snack in while we’re resting,” Enania said, sitting up. “We’re gonna need it to get up this mountain.”

“Fine by me,” Kharis said, sitting up as well. “I could go for a pastry right now. I want something sweet so badly. I almost miss living in my mansion. At least then, I could eat whatever I wanted and didn’t have to subsist on jerky and trail mix.”

“You like trail mix,” Enania insisted.

“Well, sure, as a novelty, but not every day,” She rebutted.

“Stop complaining, we’ll get you a nice feast once we regroup with the others,” Enania promised. “Get you some donuts and some cinnamon rolls…”

“Stop it, I’m starving!” Kharis cried.

“Don’t be a baby. We’ll reach the summit by tomorrow afternoon at the latest, and it’ll be much easier getting down the mountain than it was going up. DuMont may even let you ride on his shoulders all the way down.”

“Ugh, that would be great, my legs are going to fall off.”

A growling sound issued from the deepest part of the cave, and the two turned to look. They recognized the sound: no bear, no wildcat, no wolf sounded like that. They knew exactly who that growl belonged to.

“Enania…” Kharis asked. “Is there another entrance to this cave?”

“I don’t know…” She replied, hastily snatching up her gear. “Go, go!”

Kharis stood just in time to see a red blur blow past her and skid to a stop near Enania, kicking up the dust from the stone floor. DuMont towered over Enania with a rope in his hand, deftly tying Enania up and flipping her over, ripping at her clothes again. She seemed delighted by the prospect, but that was all Kharis saw before she turned, abandoning her own gear, and ran out of the cave and down the slope. She had to admit, as much as she hated the climb, the chase was exhilarating. She could do this part of the hunt all day long.

He must have been occupied with Enania, since he hadn’t chased after Kharis, but she knew that wouldn’t last long. Outrunning him was impossible, but hiding and evading could be an option. Being light and on the short side, only 4 foot 11, she could shimmy up a tree pretty well and leap from branch to branch, using her tail as a counterbalance. DuMont, with his massive size and height, being over nine feet, and possessing no tail to help him, would be at a disadvantage up in the branches.

Climbing like a spider up the side of a tree, she climbed as high as she felt comfortable doing, which was pretty high, cloaked herself in the leaves, grateful that she had worn a more neutral colored outfit for the hike. It would only be a matter of time before he caught her scent and nabbed her, but the camouflage would help.

At some point, though, she started to grow bored, wondering what was keeping him. As she was contemplating coming down to check on them, she felt herself being snatched out of her perch and falling, in the arms of a giant red tiefling.

“How?!” She asked incredulously. “I didn’t even hear you!”

DuMont didn’t answer, still in his hunting space. He pinned her to the ground, swiping her pants and undergarments off in one fluid motion, and entering her slowly despite snarling and struggling to keep himself still. He was so large that she could feel him in all corners over her body. Pleasure burst through her body as she moaned. He sped up, his tongue finding its way into her shirt to tease her nipples. His wide, lidless eyes wild and intense, staring down at her as he salivated, breathing heavily with each thrust inside of her.

“Oh, fuck, harder,” She gasped, and he obliged, ramming into her hard enough to sting but not enough to really injure her. She hissed in a breath, her brow furrowing and her mouth open as he slammed into her over and over. Her moaning echoed throughout the trees as he railed her on the forest floor… until she felt something fall into her eyes, immediately stinging the left one.

“Ow, ow!” She cried out, pulling away from DuMont and cradling her face.

“Let me see it,” He said, instantly out of the hunting space. DuMont took his role as the protector of the group very seriously, especially when it concerned any of the girls, and any injury they sustained was enough to pull him out of any rage or aggressive headspace he may have been in. Enania loved to talk about him like a guard dog, but in reality, he was the biggest puppy that ever lived.

He gently lifted her hands away from her face and studied her eye.

“You’ve got something in there,” He said. “It looks like a piece of bark.”

“Can you get it out?” She said plaintively. “It really hurts!”

“Be still, please,” He said, carefully using the smooth side of his claw to gingerly nudge the bark out. Using his canteen that hung from his belt, which again caused her to wonder how he’d managed to sneak up on her, he poured water into the eye to clean it of any remaining debris.

Now that her eye was better and the mood had clearly been ruined, she pulled her clothes back on and DuMont allowed her to climb on his back so that she didn’t have to trudge back up the slope. He was thoughtful like that.

Enania was still tied up, her clothing in absolute ribbons, and she looked up from where she was trussed curiously. There were bite marks all over her shoulders, some of which were bleeding slightly.

“That was fast,” She remarked, looking completely unbothered.

“A bit of bark decided to plant itself in my eye, and it kind of killed the moment,” Kharis said.

She shrugged as best she could. “It happens.”

DuMont untied her, removed her ragged clothes, and began fussing over her bites, apologizing for being so rough.

“Stop saying you’re sorry,” She said, waving at him dismissively. “I told you to do it, so it’s not like you did it against my will.”

“Even so,” He said, gently applying ointment to the bites. “I do not enjoy seeing you injured, nor do I enjoy knowing it was I who injured you.”

Enania sighed a little guiltily. “I know, big guy. It’s not your fault. If it makes you feel any better, I really like it.”

“I feel only slightly better,” He said, massaging the areas. “But no more biting until these heal.”

“Sure, sure,” She assured him. She allowed DuMont to redress her with fresh clothing from her pack, which was something he did when she couldn’t be bothered to do it herself. She liked using him to be as lazy as she wanted, and it worked out perfectly for DuMont, since he enjoyed pampering her whenever he could get the rare chance to do so.

“Can we just make camp, since he’s caught us? I’m so done for the day,” Kharis weedled.

“Alright, alright,” Enania said. “I’m feeling a bit sore anyway. But no bitching when we get up in the morning. We’re in the last leg, so I won’t hear any bellyaching from you.”

“I won’t, I promise,” Kharis replied, picking up the bag of trail mix she’d dropped when she ran.

The next morning, they set out in the same way as they had before, in the dark while DuMont was sleeping. They weren’t very far from the summit at this point, and they were likely to reach it by midday. They were mostly quiet, as even Enania was starting to get tired, but just as the sun reached the apex of the sky, she shouted out loud.

“The summit!” Enania said, pointing. “We’re almost there! Run for it!”

Before they had even taken the first running step, Kharis could hear the sound of something charging them, and turned to see Dumont gaining on them fast, down on all fours and breathing like an overheated dog.

“Oh shit!” She exclaimed, and took off, straining the muscles in her legs. “Go!”

As they went, they passed a young elf man going the opposite direction. He seemed to have been on a pilgrimage to the summit himself and was on his way back down the mountain.

“Everything alright, ladies?” He called just as they passed, only to swear and drop his pack when he saw DuMont hurtling toward them. He somehow produced a short sword and pointed it at DuMont, who skidded to a stop upon seeing the silver blade pointed at him, tilting his head much like a dog who didn’t understand the command. The two didn’t stop to help either of them, both reaching the expanse just before the peak of the mountain, Kharis shortly after Enania.

“We made it!” Kharis said, jumping in triumph. “We made it to the summit! He didn’t get us!” She stopped jumping. “Well… he didn’t get us the third time.”

“Actually, I think he needs some help over there,” Enania said, trying not to laugh.

DuMont was standing at the incline, looking down in bemused helplessness at the elven man, who was threatening the over-large tiefling with the sword and shouting about “leaving these poor women alone”. Well, “threatening” would be an overstatement: he barely reached DuMont’s chest, despite being rather tall, and his arms were noodles by comparison. At one point, DuMont grabbed the blade of the sword, completely unfazed since his skin was inexplicably as tough as troll hide, and said something to the effect of, “You oughtn’t play with knives. You’ll get hurt, you know.”

“Let’s stop that poor man before he injures himself.”

“DuMont?”

“Pfft, no, that other fellow. He’s more likely to break his bones trying to fight DuMont than do any harm to him.”

Snorting, Kharis followed Enania down the hill, shouting over the elven man, who was going absolutely feral at this point, though looking much like an angry kitten.

“Give off!” Enania shouted at the well-intentioned but confused man. “He’s ours!”

“Ours?” The man said, bemused, ceasing to struggle against DuMont’s grip. DuMont released him once he went still.

“We’re playing a game!” She called back. “Don’t interfere!”

“Oh!” The elven man said, mollified. “Well… Carry on, then!”

Sheathing his sword, he waved at the three of them and quick-marched down the slope, seemingly embarrassed by his own actions.

“Poor thing,” Kharis said with a laugh.

“You made it!” DuMont said, jumping back and forth happily. “You have both made it to the summit! I only caught you twice! You did so well!”

“Aww, thanks, big guy,” Enania said, grinning. “To be fair, you’d have caught us if it wasn’t for that lout.”

“He’s not a lout,” DuMont replied, cocking his head. “Just… over-enthusiastic, perhaps.”

“You’re too nice, big guy,” Enania said. “Come on. Let’s have a party up here. I saved a bottle of the good stuff in my bag.”

“You can’t leave me when I sleep this time,” DuMont said, sitting and beginning to build up a fire from the sticks he’d carried on his back. The women figured he had done it when he was giving them a head start and found himself bored.

“I won’t,” Enania said. “The game is over, We leave together. Hell, I’ll probably ride you back down the mountain.”

“Ooh, would you let us do that, DuMont? My legs are sooooo sore.”

“Of course,” He said.

Kharis threw an arm around his waist and pulled him down to kiss his cheek. “Always the gentleman.”

They proceeded to get very drunk, or as drunk as DuMont was capable of getting with the size of the bottle, and slept the rest of the day away right there at the base camp. Waking in the night, DuMont woke both women by nudging them with his boney nose. He was breathing hard and grunting, and Enania realized he was hard. She grinned. He never initiated: it was usually her who took charge in that respect. He must have felt frustrated when they were cut short earlier and hadn’t realized it.

Enania pulled Kharis to her feet and placed her so that she was sitting on DuMont’s chest, and pulled her to lay down, her back to DuMont’s front, with her pussy presented for licking. DuMont’s arms wrapped around Kharis, holding her in place as his tongue entered her, and she moaned. Enania sat between DuMont’s legs, pulling the tip of his cock into her mouth and sucking it, using her hands to stroke the length of him that wouldn’t fit. He groaned and growled, and he came quickly, painting the ground in cum.

Without waiting, as he was still rock hard, Enania climbed on top of him and eased him into her. He bucked and she gasped, grinning. She bounced hard and fast over him and braced her hands against Kharis’s shoulders, bending to kiss her. Enania moaned wildly, heedless of who might hear her, while playing with Kharis’s breasts and stomach. Roaring as he came a second time, DuMont reared up and pulled both women off him, spinning Enania around on her knees and re-entering her roughly from behind. Kharis wound up under Enania, who took up the task of sucking Kharis’s pearl and pressing her fingers inside her.

Enania’s body shook while she came, howling. DuMont pulled out of her and gently knocked her out of the way and entered Kharis, still raring to go. Kharis cried out and gripped DuMont’s wrists as he took her hips in his hands and rammed himself into her. Kharis had been brought to the edge by both Enania and DuMont’s talented tongues, so it took no time at all for her to cum as well. DuMont came again one final time before relinquishing Kharis’s body.

Satiated, DuMont fell onto his back and the women curled up under his arms, one on each side, and they fell into a well earned sleep.

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The Arrangement

CH-9 Lunch with Dick

Damian Wayne x OC! Female

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Syn closed her eyes and leaned back, fidgeting with the jewels Damian had adorned her with. Together, they were waiting for his brother to arrive. It was a fancy restaurant, and while it wasn't empty, their area was secluded, giving the illusion of privacy and few eyes and ears. The sight of the waitresses and waiters peaking around the corner said otherwise.

"You're late" Syn opened her eyes to see Dick already taking a seat. " This meeting was arranged to adhere to your schedule. The least you could do is be punctual."

"Damian," Syn said, " he's only two minutes late. It's alright."

"No, no. He's right, actually," Dick said " I know how your time in Gotham is limited and cannot be wasted. I'm sorry." Guess that answered the question of whether his family was aware of her new residents or not.

Damian waved the waiter over for menus. " I was surprised when Damian said you wanted to meet."

"Yes, well, I don't believe the original dinner gave enough to learn about you all individually. I figured an individual meeting would be better, thus a simple lunch date." she looked around the fancy restaurant with its handlers, sparkle decor, plus seats and curtains. " Well, not here exactly." This was Damian's choice.

"Yeah, really fancy one you picked here, Damian. I would have been fine with a Diner."

"Public diners do not offer the same amount of privacy. " He nodded his head to the near-empty floor and privacy curtains. The peeping staff was gone. No doubt, a manager reprimanded them and reminded them of their place. A waiter came, took their orders and menus, and then closed the curtain.

"I'm happy to see you back in Gotham. Hopefully, you'll get more this visit than your last."

Syn looked to Damian, who gave a small nod. " Thank you. I'm happy to be back. And actually, I plan to stay a little longer than my last visits."

"Oh, really! That's awesome. Do you have any plans in the city?"

"No, actually. I'm here for Damian." They both looked at him as she spoke he blushed and turned away they chuckled at his sudden shyness. " I want to spend more time with him and get to know his family. Can't do that at a distance."

"Aww."

The waiter came with their food and left, closing the curtains again.

"SO, out of all our family, why am I honored with the first meetings?"

"Oh, you're not." the look of betrayal on Dick's face should not have been so amusing " Alfred met her before the family dinner. He was quite taken with her." Damian said a bit smugly.

Dick turned to Syn " Here I thought I was special," he pouted.

"Well, you're still the first sibling I meet outside the house. Points for that, yeah?"

"Don't fuel his ego."

"No, please do," Dick says, fanning his eyelashes; she giggles.

Damian doesn't talk for most of the lunch, letting Syn and Dick have the conversation. She enjoyed the silly stories about their family. Especially the ones about him, where she was full of laughter. He'd take the slight humiliation just to hear her laughter. It was a rare gift for her. By the time dessert came around, she was feeling pain in her guts from all the laughter. Damian ordered for her.

"Your lives sound so amazing," Syn smiles.

"I'm sure you have some interesting stories as well," Dick said

"Interesting, yes," she says, a little uncomfortable," but not as entertaining or wholesome?"

"Sorry, I forgot for a moment" DIck forgot who she was.

While she didn't vibe like a regular civilian, she gave more of a vigilante/ hero aura, which made him feel more comfortable with her. But also forget who she truly is and how she was raised. She wasn't another cape and tights. She was a killer.

"It's okay; I forget sometimes, too." No, she doesn't. She never forgets who she is. She has too many scars, too many bodies, too many nightmares, too much blood. And as sick as it all was, it made her. It was her, She could never forget. The atmosphere changed, and the amusement slowly tricked away to a sobering silence.

"I remember," Damian began, " Once when we were in the league, your favorite place was the balcony, roof, and any place with height and a view. You always loved the view if it wasn't the sky it was the sanctuary. You named every animal in the sanctuary -"

"Of course, it was a true shame being called 2nd female lion, 3rd female lion, a lion cub. They had personalities; they deserved names... They are doing well, by the way. Leo is thriving." Syn said.

"She taught me the constellations."

"No, our teacher did. May he rest in peace."

"he taught the stars. You taught them stories. I enjoyed your nighttime stories." Syn stared at him for a moment, then turned to Dick.

"He used to say he hated my stories, would push me off the roof, and said I talked too loud."

"You did. I'm surprised we never got caught. But looking back they probably just left us lone... I miss stargazing," Damian says, a bit of sadness leaking in his voice.

"Yeah, Gotham Skies aren't the prettiest. Pollution," Dick says apologetically.

Gotham was a beautiful city with beautiful skies, but it was very rare to see them. Sadly, Gotham's beauty was constantly covered by pollution, so not everyone could see it.

"I hear Gotham has a wonderful Observatory -"

"Would you like to go?" Syn turned to him, confused. Dick looked on in glee, watching as the romanize unfolded in front of him. " Would you like to go to the observatory with me?"

"I... Yes, Yes, I would. I'd like that very much," SYn said.

"It's a date," Dick whispered, squealing.

They ignored him.

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pink-tonic · 4 months ago

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A New Week, New Trouble📰

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Warnings: Mentions of the reader's scar

I walk to school with both of the siblings. Last week on Friday, they were asking me where I went on Thursday, and I had to lie. I really had to. I didn't want them to get worried. But Taeko's satisfaction made it all worth it. She happily told me and Taro that Mr. Rana wasn't at school anymore, and the rumors of him getting arrested started to spread quickly.

"There really isn't a dull moment at this school," I remembered Taeko told me, and I can't tell if that's a good or bad thing. It makes things interesting, but it would be nice to have a normal week for once. I feel that ever since coming back to school, after the death of that first-year, everything has been different. It's like we crossed a point of no return as a school.

Either way, I still need to think about how I'm going to execute my own plan of sending Ayato to jail. How will this work? Maybe taking a picture of my scar would be a good move? It's evidence of his attack, but then again, there is no evidence that it was actually him. I know it was him because I experienced it, but outsiders looking in won't know that. Plus, he cleaned up all the evidence, and I doubt there would be any evidence left since it's been weeks since it's happened.

As I'm taking off my outdoor shoes, I start to hear what people are saying. I expected to hear conversations of Mr. Rana being arrested last week, but I heard something else.

"Wait, he's back? I thought he got kicked out."

"Why would the headmaster let him come back?"

"Remind me never to go to the incinerator."

"Did you hear? The leader of the delinquents is back!"

I guess my hopes of this week being normal are gone. Now, the leader of the delinquents is back. He's been gone for seven or so weeks because right before the murder of the first-year student, he was suspended. I'm sure people would have blamed him for the first-year's death, but he wasn't on campus at the time.

I never really talked to any of the delinquents, and I think it's better that way. I have no business with them, and they have no business with me. It would be best if I stayed clear of them.

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The day went by fast and it actually felt kind of normal, only for the fact that the leader of the delinquents came back, but as long as I didn't get involved it could actually be a regular week.

I go to the club room and I start to set it up with the siblings. We arrange the tables and chairs into a makeshift circle. When we're done, the other club members start to come in with their snacks and drinks. They each take their usual seat and scatter their snacks on the glossy, wooden tops of the desks.

I see the clock hit four o'clock and I take my own seat. "Alright, I know what happened on Thursday, which made it so the paper couldn't be published. I know some of you told me in person or texted me the information. So, this week, let's try to make something great! What ideas do you guys have or what ideas have you been working on?"

"Oh!" One of the female's club members raises her hand quickly.

"What do you have?" I ask, wondering and a little excited about what idea she might have.

"So... I went to bother someone for an interview," she said with a bit of embarrassment in her voice.

"Really? Who was it? I hope you didn't annoy them," I tell her, slightly scolding her since when we ask for an interview, I tell them that we should be as respectful as possible.

"Well, it's with one of the delinquents."

"What?" All the club members except me yell out in unison. They then start to whisper to each other about who the delinquent is since it could be any of the boys or girls, or even the leader.

"But there is one problem," she tells us with a bit of worry in her voice.

"What is it?" I ask as I tilt my head to the side.

"Well, I can't be the one to interview him. I annoyed them so much that they asked for someone else to do it, and they said that they wanted to talk to our leader," she quickly tells all of us. Her words don't fully process in my head, but it did for the other members.

I can feel all of them look at me with worry, and I know that I have to make them feel better towards my safety. "Alright, I'll talk to him. Did you set up a time?" I ask her, hoping that the time is a good time for me.

"He told me after all the clubs are done."

"Alright, I'll go," I then look at the rest of the club members, "Any other ideas?"

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"You seriously want to go by yourself? Are you crazy?" Taeko asks me with both worry and anger.

I nod my head, "He wants to talk to me, and besides, I don't have bad blood with him. I don't even talk to any of them. I'm sure that I'll be alright," I try my best to make her less worried.

She lets out a sigh out of exasperation, "Just don't be so sure. C'mon, Taro."

Taro waves to me and yells out,'Good luck'. I wave back with a smile. I quickly start to make my way to the side of the school. It doesn't take long for me to make it, but I do find it a little creepy that the school is this quiet. Just earlier today, people were talking their heads off about the leader of the delinquents coming back.

As I walk closer to the incinerator, I see a tall figure standing at the entrance of the small structure. As I keep walking, my eyes widen. This isn't one of the regular delinquents. This is the leader. I start to get nervous, but I need to remind myself that if he sees that I'm nervous, he will use it against me.

I make it to the entrance of the incinerator, and I can feel the leader of the delinquents looking at me. I could feel his sharp eyes look up and down my body. It made me feel nervous, but I had to recompose myself. I can't let him know that I'm nervous around him.

"So you're the leader of that little reporter club, huh?" He questions me as he sees me walk up to him.

"Yeah, and one of my club members told me what happened," I told him as I stood in front of him. I stand up straight and look up to him. I curse myself because of my shorter height.

"God, she's annoying," he tells me without any hesitation, "Tell her not to come back here, or I'll make the girls set her straight."

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I quickly apologize to him, "I'll make sure she doesn't do that again."

I'm about to take my leave and leave the school, but I can hear his rough voice call out to me. I turn around and look at him.

"What is it?" I ask him, wondering what he would want from me now. I thought I took care of everything he needed. What more could he want?

We both stand in silence. He doesn't say anything and just looks at me. "Is there something wrong?" I ask, hoping that I would get an answer and leave.

I swear for a moment I could see him blush, but maybe it was because he was embarrassed. He most likely forgot what he wanted to tell me, and I was proven right.

"It's nothing. Just leave."

I quickly leave and make a beeline towards the exit of the school.

#fanfic #yandere #yandere simulator #yansim #male reader #reader insert #x reader #osoro shidesu

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knockyasocksoff2022 · 1 year ago

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👻 The Haunted House - HS/Uni AU 🎃

Based on a cute prompt I saw somewhere. Sakunosuke (22) and Osamu (17) are brothers here. Chuuya is Fukumori's adopted son. Gifts are still present in this au. Saku and Osamu's parents were government spies with abilities of their own and they were killed overseas. Ango is (20).

This took way too long for me to write and I went off my original idea by miles but hey here we are, and this is kind of rushed because I just had this idea and wnated to write somthing. Also I know it's technically to early to be Halloween posting, but do you think I care? NO!

Yay for my first ever Odango fic and also my first halloween fic.

Ships: Odango & Soukoku & Fukumori & Shin Soukoku & Kosano, Ranpoe

Under the cut due to length (1,666 words)

Sakunosuke's Perspective

It was no accident that when my parents chose to move us here it was so close to the good universities. (Looking back on it now it's almost as if they knew that they would . . .)

But when they died of mysterious circumstances (they worked for the government and nobody would tell us exactly what happened), I decided I would stay home to care for Osamu, who was six at the time.

But then when their will was read it was explicitly stated that both of us had to stay in school through uni or else we wouldn't get any inheritance. It didn't make any sense, if I had to leave for uni in seven years, who was going to care for Osamu?

Luckily when I got into uni it was close enough that I can drive home most weekends with no trouble. And our neighbours, an older couple, Yukichi and Rintarou Mori-san, watch over Osamu while I'm gone for the week. They have a daughter named Elise, a kid named Kyusaku, and a son named Chuuya who's in Osamu's grade. Plus Chuuya is Osamu's boyfriend.

I have a boyfriend as well, Sakaguchi Ango. He follows me into the house.

We're a little early because we only have one afternoon class on Fridays so Osamu and Chuuya haven't been let out of school yet.

We get to work, filling my school bag with snacks and water and the ouija board, all in preparation for tonight's adventures.

You see, there's this old house that used to belong to some old mafia boss who passed away from illness a few years ago. The property has fallen into decay ever since, and since it's Halloween Osamu begged us to come with him and have a big camp out inside. Because that's like the smartest thing ever.

It's fine, it's not like we have anything else to do. Akiko and Koyou are having a girls only sleepover and Ranpo and Edgar are do a true crime/ghost adventures marrathon (no thank you). If I had to guess Nathaniel is handing out flyers about resisting the devil to innocent kids who had the unfortuante idea to try and trick or treat at his house, and Howard is asleep.

Besides, it's not dangerous, and Ango and I will be able to say we made out in a haunted house.

We hear the keys rattle, and childishly Ango and I duck behind the sofa.

When we hear footsteps entering the kitchen we jump out. "Trick or Treat!!!"

"AHHH! What the ever loving Jesus?"

"Huh?" I'm just as confused as the kid who just jumped a metre in the air. They're pale with perfectly divided lavender and white hair down to his hips, and they're hiding behind a tall boy who's even more of a bean pole than Osamu.

"Calm yourself, Sigma." He has an unmistakable Russian accent. He turns to Osamu, "This is your brother?"

"Fuck you, Saku." Osamu flips me off with a smile in lieu of an answer. I ruffle his hair and he hugs me. I tug at the bandages over his eye playfully.

"What happened there?"

He doesn't answer.

"He ran into a pole." Chuuya explains.

Ango raises an eyebrow behind his owl like glasses. "Okay, I doubt that, but anyways . . ."

"Cool, Osamu never mentioned having siblings!" Another boy steps forward with his hand outstretched, his handshake is firm and he shakes harder and faster than is necessary. His white plait shakes with the motion and his small top hat threatens to slip off his head but doesn't.

"I'm Nikolai! Can you guess where I just moved from?" The boy for some reason reminds me of a circus troupe member. He pronounces his name with a heavy accent but the rest of the words are almost accent free.

"Umm . . ."

Nikolai looks at the other Russian boy, as if telling him something silently.

"Five more seconds." The boy says in a bored monotone. It takes me a second and I realise he must be translating. Nikolai must have practised the first line to say it in Japanese, how cute.

Hmm, if he's asked me to guess, maybe he isn't russian. Ah, why am I taking this so seriously? Whatever!

" . . . Russia." I guess.

"Nope. Wrong. You lose." the boy translates again in monotone. I suppress a laugh, not wanting to seem rude.

"He moved here from Ukraine on Monday. But he speaks Russian so Fyo's helping him learn Japanese." Osamu explains

"You speak very well already Nikolai-kun."

Nikolai beams, "Thank you for the compliment, but Fedya is the one to thank for all his work, he's been teaching me so well. Fedya's such a good teacher."

"Yeah, count on Mackerel here, to invite the weird Russian kids to our camp out." Chuuya scoffs and pulls Osamu closer. My brother doesn't say anything for a moment. Then he gestures to the tallest of the russians.

"This is Fyodor, the one I've told you about. He moved here from Russia last year."

"Oh, yeah, you've mentioned him."

"How have you been liking Japan?" Ango asks

"It's a bit hot but on the whole a quaint place." he says it like he's reading from a travel blog written by the people who write instruction manuals.

This time neither I nor Ango can stifle our laughter. It is objectively true, Japan is alot smaller than Russia.

Chuuya points to the kid with the two toned hair, "This is Sigma, nobody really knows where they came from, they kind of just appeared when we were grade 7. This is the first time we've brought them over. They're five by the way, so no swearing tonight."

"Shut up!" Sigma shoves Osamu who's still firmly anchored to Chuuya, and doesn't move.

Chuuya's shoulders shake with laughter and he pats Osamu's shoulders to congratulate him on the tease.

"Alright, we've got snacks, water and that stupid book Kunikida bought for Osamu's birthday last year, about catching ghosts."

"Koonikida? The idealist? Hmm, and I thought he was allergic to fun. It's good, maybe Osamu is rubbing off on him." Nikolai giggles maniacally.

"So is everyone coming then?" Fyodor sounds less than pleased.

"Nope, Kunikida says he has to study, he joined some group with some of the American transfer students, Meg and Louisa, at least that means we're seeing less of him." Chuuya emphasises the word study to show exactly what he thinks of the slightly older boy, "It's fine with me. Think about it surrounded by girls and yet, at this point he should just find himself a boyfriend. It's those "ideals" of his, I'm telling you. He shared a few with us once . . ." he shivers theatrically, "My ears are scared now. John said this whole thing was lame, but he's really just being a coward. Atsushi and Ryu finally got the courage to ask each other out, they're having a sleepover. And Kenji invited Kyouka to go trick or treating in his village. They left this morning."

Everyone nods.

"So, you got supplies?" he asks me

"Yup!"

We all look out the window to the street where the sun's light is beginning to get softer and night is bleeding its way across the sky, smudging the blue with black until the whole canvas is covered.

"Well, it's starting to get dark. We should leave now." Ango hands me the bag and we set off.

The walk is far but it passes quickly with the chatter of the group. Chuuya and my brother stayed in the back. I notice Osamu hasn't said much of anything but that isn't too unusual for him.

When we get to the decrepit old building it looks like the inspiration for all the haunted houses I've ever seen. The yard is full of broken or rusted lawn ornaments and ivy covers the crumbling wood siding of the house.

When we walk to the front door I look back and do a quick head count. Everyone's here. And Osamu is wearing Chuuya's jacket. He shivers even though the night is warm.

"Awww, are you cold Osamu?" I tease my brother who clings to his boyfriend.

Chuuya shoves me back gently and rolls his eyes, "Oi, lay off, he's sick."

Oh. That must be why he's been so quiet. And now that I think about it he does look paler than normal.

"Aww, did you catch the sniffles?"

"Shut up, I'll cough on you Saku, don't think I won't."

We all laugh at the quiet violence in his voice. I'll admit he even scares me sometimes but he's clearly in no condition to do anything.

"Did any of you pack medicine, or am I expected to do everything round here?" Ango asks the question I'd just been thinking.

"We're not dumb, yeah I have some stuff in my bag. My dad is a doctor, remember?"

"Yeah, Saku. I'll be fine, let's gooooo already." he draws out the go with exaggerated boredom.

"Yay, LET'S GOOO! Yippie!" Nikolai jumps up and down until Fyodor forces him to stay put with a gentle hand on his shoulder.

Osamu shoves me and I shove back, then we step inside.

"Bet you can't make it all night, eh, Sigma?" I hear Chuuya say to the kid who honestly looks a little terrified.

"O-of c-ourse I can." Then under his breath, "Why do I go along with these idiots?"

This is going to be the most interesting Halloween we've had so far, that's for sure.

(A/N: Yes, I did remember now that Ango is his surname and I may change it but couldn't think of a cute nickname Oda would have for him and I didn't feel like typing Sakaguchi out a bunch of times.)

#bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #soukoku #odango #fukumori #shin soukoku #skk #sskk #bsd au #highschool au #uni au #collage au #haunted house #halloween #fyolai

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kvmnamjoons · 1 year ago

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Time to get a little mushy since I can't help myself also my favorite Ateez song to fit with this ( still here )

This place has become such a home for me over the years since I joined. I came from just doing things on Indie before and it was a struggle finding others to write with which made me doubt my skills when it came to writing. It made me not want to rp like I used to but that changed when my sibling gave me the push to join this group. Sure the people I've played have changed over the years but I'm so happy that I get to be here still and interact with everyone. I know I'm not on as much as I used to be (blaming work cause being up at 4am and working in retail sucks!) but I'm always so grateful for everyone who wants to interact with my babies. I know Kpop faces tend to be ignored at times but I appreciate how many people have wanted to interact with the 10 I play. I love every friendship that has blossomed and I can't thank all of you enough. Every interactions with the people I played in the past and even now has been nothing but amazing. I'll always enjoy every single interaction.

Guess it's time to get sentimental with a couple special shout outs because I need to do so

@tvnymontana - I know I've said this many times before but I always wanna let you know how much I appreciate you. You are such an important friend to me and I don't know what I'd do if we hadn't connected the way we have. You were one of the first people I connected with and I'm forever grateful that we found each other. I always wanna be a listening ear for you and I'm grateful you do the same for me. Not only do all our babies click with each other but we've got to plan so many amazing things together dealing with them. I'm always excited for whatever we plan for our ships or I just have a great time getting to talk to you about whatever comes to mind. Though I might have a few ideas I wanna run by you myself at some point but gotta make more gifs for you before I do that. Thank you for being an amazing friend and always being there for me. Just know I'm always here no matter what and will always listen to whatever you want to tell me. Love you <3

@jecnjvngkcok - I feel even without telling you, I show how much I adore and appreciate you. You've been there for me for every struggle and I've made sure to do the same for you. I appreciate that you are always just a message away no matter what. Plus I love getting to gush to you about whatever possible since my one track mind loves doing so especially when it comes to Ateez. Your ideas are always amazing and I want you to know that you are such a beautiful person and I feel I should tell you this more often whenever I can. You've gone through a lot but I'm always here for you no matter what. I always appreciate that you enjoy chemistry since it seems that our babies click so well together. I look forward to planning more with you for our babies here and can't wait to see what we do next. Forever grateful that I got to meet you and will continue to show you how much I appreciate having you in my life. Love you a ton, bb <3

@westcoastsaweetie - Already know I had to make a special mention for you. I know I've said enough when it comes to JoongDi but I can't help it. I love our babies so much and I'm so happy they are finally going to get married. I already can't wait till we have everything set for it. Just know that I will make sure Hongjoong gushes in his vows because he seems to be good at that when it comes to Diamonté. Forever appreciative for everything we've done and know that I'll always throw the Ateez members I play at both of yours since they adore Megan and Diamonté. Thanks for being a great friend and being there to chat with me at times whether it's just for ideas us taking about different things. Love you <3

Of course I had to tag a few more of you that always make this place even more enjoyable and special to me. I appreciate that you all are always there to interact with my babies and so willing to build friendships with them. Even if we don't talk much ooc or if we even talk ooc at all, you all still make just the ic interactions super enjoyable. You all make rping so much fun and I always look forward to any interactions from you all with my ten. I don't know what I'd do without getting the chance to interact with you all. I love you all <3 @tcemint @yxkhei @yvngboks @tcmhcll @janggyul @thatnattyice @lilreinhvrt @ninqningie

#(from joonie.ooc)#hfrpappreciation #//would have done more individual mentions but i haven't been feeling the best it seems #always doing things last minute as well lol

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siriannatan · 1 year ago

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Thunder and Rain - ScfWhip

This was supposed to be a short, warm-up piece…

Getting a personal assistant was the best decision of fWhip's life.

Over just one month, fWhip got really comfortable having Scott, the personal assistant in question, schedule all his appointments, pick up his orders, and bring his suits to and back from dry cleaning. He had his morning coffee practically waiting for him outside the office or brought to his home. Filter his more personal calls that had nothing to do with work.

But there was one thing he had to worry about. Scott could not fix him being single. And it's been well over a year that fWhip's been single. Approximately a year, since he broke up with Jimmy (it totally wasn't the other way, not at all) and now they were invited to the same charity gala. A complete waste of money and time in fWhip's opinion but he couldn't skip them all. It'd ruin his reputation and, even worse, make his siblings worry. And he had no one to bring along.

The thing is... He skipped the last two. He had to show up. But Jimmy would be there, he was always there. And he recently got a new boyfriend. fWhip could not show up alone. And he had no time to find anyone.

"You okay? I have your suit from the cleaners, and if you haven't checked the calendar yet you have a lunch with Gem on Friday. The suit's in the closet already," Scott announced as he walked in. Pale pink blazer over a white t-shirt and pale yellow slacks walk in. fWhip's favourite store's coffee and box with his favourite bagel. The wide smile on his face. Leather messenger bag slung over his shoulder.

"There's a charity gala coming up my ex and his new boyfriend will be there, and I don't have anyone I can bring," fWhip sighed, tempted to write he'd not show up. Really tempted.

"Can't have him thinking you're still single?" Scott hummed, no doubt rolling his eyes. They became quite well acquainted over the last year. Almost like friends but Scott was too pretty to get that close with. It'd be dangerous considering the type of their main relationship. fWhip would still be the first to admit he got lucky and found himself a very pretty assistant. "I technically could come, if no one has trouble with you bringing an assistant."

fWhip hummed. It could work. He wouldn't look like such a loner in front of Jimmy. Would seem a bit more organised, maybe. And Pix would not mind who his plus one was. Just that he has one. "It could work if you don't mind everyone thinking we're dating but that I'm just too shy to admit it. And I am getting you a suit, it's a damn fancy party," he agreed. It was almost as if he just asked a friend to come with him.

It stopped feeling like that when Scott walked out, the evening of the party, from the guest room. fWhip was lending it to him so he didn't have to worry about getting home after and to make this whole thing generally easier. Scott in a dark cyan suit with a crisp white undershirt and gold (at least in appearance) accessories did not make it easier on fWhip. He never thought he'd have a thing for men in formal wear and yet here he was. He had to remind himself he was paying Scott. For a specific service.

"Everything okay?" Scott asked, moving in to fix fWhip's apparently crooked tie.

"Yeah, just still thinking if I'm ready to be socializing," fWhip chuckled a bit nervously. Even if he technically got Scott's suit for him it was Scott who picked it out and all that. Now was the first time fWhip saw him in it. He was regretting it now since it meant he had no time to mentally prepare himself.

"I can quietly comment on how bad everyone's dressed if it'll make it any more bearable, I do have a degree in fashion," Scott offered like an absolute angel. How did fWhip survive his everyday life without him?

The party went by pretty well all things - Jimmy's existence anywhere near fWhip - considered. He didn't get so drunk that Gem or Sausage had to drive him home, unlike last time. And wasn't miserable all the time. All thanks to Scott monitoring how many drinks he had and entertaining him with snide comments on other guests' outfits. And many, many rumours fWhip had no idea where he knew from.

An almost perfect night. Unfortunately, the day's dark clouds turned into a storm. A storm with loudly howling wind and really distant thunder. Making fWhip's plans to maybe confess to Scott mute. At least there was no actual thunder close by. Nothing so loud it'd be actually bad for him. But he needed to be away from Scott before he made a fool of himself.

"I don't think I ever enjoyed one of these so much," fWhip admitted as he battled with part of his brain that did not like having to say goodnight to Scott. Tonight was their least professional time together and fWhip enjoyed it immensely and that part of him was not ready to end it.

"He's a moron, your ex I mean, you're a great company," Scott sighed, leaning hard against a wall. They did spend the last few hours mostly standing and even danced a little. Mostly so fWhip could avoid Jimmy. Scott shockingly neither did mind fWhip still being prickly after a year but also turned out to be a great dancer.

"We should probably have some water before bed," fWhip offered, hoping to sound nonchalant and nice. And not desperate to hang out with Scott that little bit longer.

Scott eyed him for a second before nodding. "You're right, I'll regret it in the morning if I go to sleep without proper hydration, even if those drinks were rather weak," he agreed, following fWhip to the kitchen.

"Tonight was really nice I..." fWhip mumbled deciding he should at least try. Worst case Scott would quit and they would never see each other... That'd be terrible actually. "Thank you for coming with me."

"It was nothing, and it was my idea, not that I wasn't asked before, but those guys were really creepy," Scott chuckled, pulling out glasses for them. "And I enjoyed tonight more than I expected too, a lot less stiff than I expected," he added as fWhip tried to string together what to say. "Are you sure all you wanted was water? You're awfully quiet."

fWhip was about to shoot a comment back. Wish Scott good night after once more assuring him he can take anything he needs. Drinks. Snacks. Anything. But then...

A loud, not-so-distant rumble of thunder roared outside.

Making fWhip curl up next to the sink. Eyes shut tightly. Scott was quickly by his side fretting over him, trying to get him to talk but it didn't get through to fWhip in his panicked state. And then the lights went out. Even worse circumstances.

"fWhip? fWhip? Is it the thunder? Look at me? Please?" some of Scott's words went through and fWhip looked at him with wide, teary eyes. "It's all okay. It might be a bit dark but I'm here. Is there any way I can help?" Scott assured before asking.

"Stay close?" fWhip asked before another roll of thunder had him instinctively clinging to Scott.

"Okay, let's get you somewhere comfy? Like your bed?" Scott offered and helped fWhip up and to the bedroom while constantly assuring him everything was okay.

fWhip calmed down a little by the time he was in bed, and changed into comfier clothes. Luckily they found a set that fit Scott so he didn't have to leave. At his own insistence. fWhip felt bad to keep him up late and freak him out but he had no time to apologise. They barely got comfy when another, even worse thunder rolled and lights that came back shortly after they went out died once more.

As he curled up in panic fWhip felt Scott wrap him in a tentative hug. "I hope I'm not overstepping here... but it's obvious you need someone here," Scott said gently as fWhip relaxed ever so slightly.

Just to tense up again as soon as another thunder roared outside. Scott didn't comment or even seem like he was holding back any amusement at the sight of an adult man being scared of something as simple as thunder. And fWhip couldn't even thank him in fear of his voice shaking. Not that Scott could probably think any less of him now... "I...you must think I'm so useless now," fWhip chuckled, his voice as shaky as he worried it'd be. "Sorry... I... You can leave if you want I'll be..."

"Obviously not okay... I'm not a monster fWhip. It's obvious you need some company right now and I don't mind being it. I'm actually slightly freaked out myself with how hard it's raining. The prospect of floods freaks me out and... This is helping... So it's fine," fWhip would swear he heard Scott's voice shake slightly.

"I was planning to ask you out... back in the kitchen..." he confessed, hoping Scott wasn't being nice just because fWhip was paying him. It has happened before.

The long silence that followed had fWhip worried he messed up. But the fact that Scott didn't leave gave him some hope that there was maybe a chance.

"I'd love to, it was kind of hard to not flirt with you while on the job, luckily we're done for the day," Scott finally chuckled and fWhip could faintly see that their faces were rather close. It was hard to keep their positions in check while it was damn dark.

"Would it be okay if we kissed then?" fWhip tried his luck. It's been good so far, wasn't it?

Scott said nothing, instead kissing fWhip. It was slow and sweet and fWhip would gladly melt into it if outside wasn't still his literal worst nightmare. But as he was about to flinch away and apologise for being a mess, Scott pushed him into the bed and deepened the kiss. Effectively distracting him from the thunder. "You okay with..." Scott stopped to ask, barely pulling away, their half-breaths mixing.

"Yes..." fWhip nodded, pulling him back into another kiss.

The thunder and rain were forgotten for the rest of the night.

fWhip woke up well-rested and relaxed. Warm and comfy. And to add to the perfection of his morning, the first thing he saw was Scott. Still asleep. Mouth half open. Hair messier than fWhip has ever seen. In fWhip's own, crumpled-up sleep shirt on. They might have not said what they were but fWhip was beyond hopeful they could be... something. He didn't dare think the b-word but he hoped they could get there.

"Isn't this nice to wake up to," Scott slowly blinked his eyes open and gave fWhip a lazy smile. "Do we talk now or after breakfast?"

fWhip hummed. He didn't want to talk. He wanted to cuddle with Scott. "How about boyfriends? We can go on a few dates first but... I like you... Love you, actually... You're smart, pretty and so so so nice and... How can I not fall for that?" fWhip said, might as well get it over with, he decided.

The silence was deafening and terrifying but fWhip didn't look away from Scott for even a second.

"That's... the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me," Scott chuckled, blush creeping up his cheeks. "And.. yes. I'd love to be your boyfriend. but what are we doing about me being your assistant?"

fWhip hummed and grinned an idea coming to his mind. He didn't have to be up anytime soon. All thanks to Scott. So he pushed Scott down and straddled him. "I say, I like you staying in my bed and being as spoiled as I physically can," he smirked at Scott. "You're so pretty," he chuckled and leaned down to kiss Scott.

"You... that was... hot..." Scott giggled between kisses. "And sure, but feel free to ask me to schedule your doctor appointments," he added, patting fWhip's back. "Breakfast and then more cuddles?" he offered and fWhip gladly accepted.

Having his secretary who always gave Scott a stink eye whenever he brought him his morning coffee, upgrade Scott's office pass to a partner pass was a priceless experience.

#my stuff #my stories #empires smp #fanfiction #empiresshipping #empires fwhip #empires scott #scfwhip

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sprintingfox · 8 months ago

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How would they react to Freya, if all three of them were together in one world?

Bonus: How would they react to the Mikaelson sister who is strictly Mikael's? (I know Valda and her both ended up with Lucien but like... shhhh. )

I forget how I made them react in their individual stories + this asks about altogether so ignore whatever was written in the fanfics and lemme rethink this.

So considering the dynamic I mentioned in the previous anon reply where I talked about how the OCs would be with each other in the same world, I think that it would be somewhat as follows:

EISA: At this point Eisa has raised seven children instead of only five (Elijah, Klaus, Hilda, Kol, Rebekah, Vivalda, Henrik) so Ms Girl is even more stressed and would probably have been a bit resentful at the fact that Freya wasn't there. Like she would probably feel guilty for thinking it, but would consider that most of those kids wouldn't have been born if Freya lived. She would slightly hold a grudge for having had to shoulder that burden. However once she gets past that (prob needing to rant to Finn for a bit and have him remind her of the pleasant memories with Freya), I think she'd be SO GLAD to have a big sister that she can look up to, especially one who is also part of the LGBTQ+ community! She'd probably finally get a chance to relax and let Freya be the big sis for a bit.

HILDA: She'd probably just find it so cool that Freya can still do magic, maybe even be a lil jealous about it! But I think she would sympathize the most with Freya's struggles. I can totally see her being the most gentle in wanting to understand her, given her experiences with her mental health. Freya would also be so caring when it comes to hearing how Hilda and Kol have struggled with losing their magic— I bet Freya would help her regain her magic! Eisa learned to love vampirism more but Hilda never fully did so she and Freya would be spell-casting besties.

VIVALDA: Definitely imagine Vivalda resisting the most to Freya. She'd be like Klaus asking like why tf do we suddenly have a sister? Why is she alive now? Why is our mother a lying b-word? I can totally see them being the only ones to sneer at each other about it while everyone else is like omg Freya you're so nice yay. It would take a lot for Freya to win her over. Vivalda already likes to be independent so Freya can't be all nice and wanting to get to know her to make Vivalda lower her walls. She'd have a lot of fun with frat-party-Freya from Season 3, I think if she saw that wild side she'd be like ok my sister is kinda cool. Plus seeing Freya stand up to Dahlia would earn her a lot of respect from Vivalda. So after that maybe she'd try to be nice to her (lowk she would just not want Freya to try to replace Eisa the way Elijah tried to replace Finn). As long as Freya doesn't try to baby her against her will, it'll be fine.

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Oooooh this is a good question. Jeez. Ok well for the Lucien part, I feel like Amaris would probably not end up with Lucien cause like again Eisa would be with Aya, Hilda would stay with Tristan, and Vivalda would be the one that got to know Lucien. So Amaris would probably be with someone else... maybe Marcel? cause I doubt Marbekah would happen if Eisa, Hilda, and Vivalda all lived in this age. And plus Amaris wouldn't actually have known Marcel when he was growing up. That or maybe she would've been with just anybody else that has a similar personality to her and Lucien.

EISA: She'd probably be like aw wtf not another little sibling!! But she'd be glad it was a sister. She'd be pretty understanding about it cause she knows it's not Amaris's fault and like Elijah try to give her the benefit of the doubt. It would definitely be weird to her considering Mikael hates her so much and she'd go on to see him LOVE Amaris but she'd get over it. I think she'd see that this girl really regrets leaving her mom behind and never seeing her again and she'd just want her sis to get a chance at life. She'd probably encourage her to become a hybrid as soon as possible so she can live with them forever, might even offer her a spot in the Strix because why not yk.

HILDA: Kinda along the same lines as Hilda. Amaris is older than Hilda so she'd probably be like oh nice another big sister and would find it SO FASCINATING that her sister is a wolf while she used to be a witch. Like interesting little pair. Would also be like dang Mikael didn't really like me but he likes her but she'd get over it pretty easily. I can see her and Kol being the closest with Amaris and protecting her from Klaus. Like Eisa would do that too but Hilda would RIDE OR DIE for Amaris once they get to know each other and she'd want to take her all over the world so she can learn about wolf cultures in other places kinda like she and Kol traveled to learn about witches everywhere.

VIVALDA: Same as she would react with Freya. Like why another sister? Why did Mikael cheat? Why does he love her and not us? But probably less hostile than with Freya honestly and that's solely because Mikael never knew about Amaris so it's not like he missed her. She'd be bitter that he cheated and simultaneously treated Esther badly (despite the fact Vivalda dislikes Esther the most out of these three) but she'd eventually know that it isn't Amaris's fault and at least Mikael didn't constantly think of Amaris while he was taking care of the rest of them. Vivalda would try to make her strong and could potentially be a little abrasive about it out of fear that Amaris would die more easily than the others— similar to how Mikael was really hard on them sort of out of concern that he'd lose another child if they were weak. Again once she sees the wilder side of Amaris she'll be like oh my sis is hella cool but she'd probably taunt Mikael about it and I can totally see her and Amaris butting heads until Vivalda mellows out about it. That being said she would NEVER let Klaus manhandle Amaris the way he did.

Thank you so very much for these questions, I absolutely love responding to them, it makes my night!!

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gh0st-0f-s0rr0wzz · 1 year ago

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when me and my sibling were kids, we went to this uses book and music store, it was huge had an elevator and everything yk, and we found this cd, it was the black parade album by my chemical romance and we freaked out (like the young emos that we were then) and needed to get the thing. we had a little bit of money to cover it together and there was just the one copy, so we pieced our money together and got it.

i was looking at the little cover panel of paper on it that showed all the lyrics and shit, but on the back of the panel was this beautiful picture of the band and members of the black parade, i thought it was so cool and wanted to hang it on the wall, my sibling said that sense i like the panel that she would keep the cd and i could keep the panel, i didn't think it was fair and i was upset, but i didn't really have much choice, my sibling had to get her way. plus she said that i could probably just get the cd copied so that made me feel a little bit better. spoiler we never got the cd copied and even after all these years i can't find the cd, 90% sure she lost it bc she didn't really care about it

even though i know it's just a little thing and it happened so long ago, i can't help but to feel so messed up about this. she knew how much this band meant to me, that their music had literally been one of my only lifelines during the worst times i've been through, and she didn't even like them that much. it's one of those things that i wish would show up somehow on a birthday or in my shocking at christmas and they would just say they know how much it meant to me but she'd never do that, hell she most likely doesn't even remember and if she does i doubt that she'd care, and i guess i can't blame them for that, we were just kids, it was just how she is, it's just life. but it still hurts. it brings me to tears thinking about it and, i don't think that will ever change.

#sorry this is so long i just needed to get it off my chest #the ghost muses poorly #the ghost shit rants

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aurasoulhikari · 6 months ago

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PMD Hero and Partner Week Day 1: Market

May 19 Market

Hi everyone, so it's that time of year again and I’ll be taking part in Pokemon Mystery Dungeon Hero and Partner Week using my teams that I have used/created over the course of my time in playing the game series just like before. And for today I picked the Market for our oh so familiar Kecleon Brothers. I may have added some lore to this but I had fun with it so here you guys go! With Explorers of Sky Team Truth hope you enjoy it.

"Thank you so much for assisting us, Team Truth."

"It’s no problem at all." The three members of Team Truth were helping the Kecleon Brothers move their item stocks to make room for their new items to sell.

"But wow your tent sure is bigger than most pokemon would think." Aura remarked, coming out with a box. "How do you manage all these?"

"It helps that the two of us split the work." The older green Kecleon nodded to his younger purple brother. "But what it comes down to is our great network."

"Network?" Blazer asked curiously, setting down a box.

"That’s right." The Purple Kecleon smiled, getting out a map. "Have a look here."

They came up as Purple Kecleon opened the map to reveal many continents and lines that were drawn connecting the continents in each way.

"See it may come as a surprise but the marketing is actually a family business for us Kecleons." The purple Kecleon explained. "We have Kecleons stationed in many towns all over the continents to assist not just other pokemon but Teams as well."

"How big is your family?!" Amu squeaked. "It must be huge to cover this much ground!"

"Haha! Yes we do get that a lot." The Green Kecleon smiled, carrying a few berries. "While some of our markets are indeed run by a sibling par like us there are actually some shops that are just run by one Kecleon."

"Just one of you? Wouldn’t that be difficult?" Blazer asked.

"Some of them are more experienced in the system so are able to run their shops by themselves, plus in some towns they actually have shops that sell TMs and Orbs separately from our own so those markets only have to focus on items." Green Kecleon explained.

"That does sound convenient." Aura hummed. "But what about over and under stocking?"

"Oh we actually have a system for that." Purple Kecleon said. "In addition to keeping track of our profits we also keep track of our stocks each month so that in case we run out or have too much of something we would pass it along to our transporter system to send it to a market that would need the times."

"You do this every month?" Blazer gaped.

"Isn’t that also time consuming?" Amu couldn’t help but ask.

"Not at all!" The brothers said together. "After all, time is money."

"That is true." Aura blinked with a mild sweatdrop. "But it must be a lot of work."

"That is why it’s very important that each member of the family pulls their weight and work together as a team just like an Exploration Team." Green Kecleon smiled.

"That’s right after all we are not only helping pokemon in their day to day lives but also helping teams prepare for any job that they go to by preparing the necessary items that they need." Purple Kecleon replied with a smile. The three looked at the Kecleon brothers surprised but then smiled.

"Well then in that case, thank you for always giving us the support we need." Aura said.

"Thank you." Blazer smiled.

"Yeah thanks!" Amu smiled.

"Of course and always remember." Green Kecleon said.

"Whenever in doubt or in need of some assistance always come to the Kecleon Shop." Purple Kecleon said.

#heropartnerweek2024 #pmd explorers #day 1 #market

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fantasywriter19 · 2 years ago

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Honourable McGonagall

The theme for March on @hp-12monthsofmagic being “Life’s a Witch,” I first wanted to do something that honors our favorite Professor McGonagall. It’s taking snippets of dialogue from the Hogwarts Mystery TLSQ “A Special Celebration of Hogwarts Teachers,” while also using a different character from my Jacob’s sibling MC, Jessamyn McPhee.

Quick backstory — Ash is American, but he and his mother moved to the UK as a support system for Jessamyn’s family. They’ve been living with them for almost two years at this point in their lives, so they’re practically like brother and sister. They both started Hogwarts together and got sorted into Slytherin.

Anyway, Ash and another character were added in partially because they can take over some side quests (so Jessamyn is an MC that isn’t magically able to do everything). But also because the creator of Ash doesn’t do any writing himself, so he’s been implemented into Jessamyn’s universe (thanks brother-in-law!).

Plus... there's an additional character shown briefly that I think everyone will recognize the name of.... :P

With that, let’s dive into this short story.

03/08/1986 — 03/10/1986

Sitting directly in front of Professor McGonagall, playing an elongated round of chess, was not something Ash would have ever expected out of having her as his presentation subject.

Second year students were required to interview their subjects and do a presentation about them in the Great Hall just one week after being given the assignment. Ash just so happened to pull the name of this year’s guest of honour, who was also his all-time favorite professor.

It was because of this that it was perhaps the only project he’d ever taken seriously.

The young Slytherin had actually compiled a list of all the questions he wanted to ask her that he felt would be important for presenting everything that she means to the school and its students. His hard efforts had not gone unnoticed by his best friend, Billingsley, who continued to take everything in his own strides. With jokes.

“C’mon, Z, you can’t change your work ethic now. We can just do a tag team presentation about what we know McGonagall doesn’t like, such as her reactions to our ‘shenanigans’ as she calls them.” The Gryffindor chortled, having also drawn her name as his subject. Of course, Billingsley was often sent to Professor McGonagall’s office for his antics, which was the only reason he figured he already knew her better than anyone.

“Are you kidding me?” Ash had asked, his ebony-toned face lightly perspiring at the thought of the daunting task ahead. “She’s supposed to be the guest of honour. The last thing I want to muck up is her reputation.”

Billingsley raised a challenging brow, “I’m sure that’s the last thing you’d be able to do with a simple presentation.”

Ash wasn’t so sure about that, but it reassured him enough to get himself to his first meeting with Professor McGonagall with minimal foot-dragging. He questioned himself even further at the sight of the chess board on her desk.

“Have I come at a bad time?” he asked, shuffling the papers in his hands nervously.

“Not at all, Mr. Z,” she replied, gesturing for him to take the seat across from her. “It’s important to me that you learn something yourself as we conduct the interviews. And that is why I have set this up.”

“A chess board?” he asked, his tone doubtful as he sat down. Setting the papers next to the chess board, his hands retreated to his lap.

With a small incline of her head, she smiled slyly, “Yes, my own personal chess set. And I must warn you, I’m quite good.”

“But what am I learning from it?”

“Chess is a game of strategy that everyone approaches differently. As you learn about me, you’ll develop your game… and I’ll learn something about you as well. You can tell a lot about a person by how they approach their chess game. Have you played?”

“I’ve been playing McNully once a week. He says it’s good strategy practice for Quidditch.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” McGonagall said frankly, folding her hands together in front of her. “But you haven’t played with me. I can assure you we all have our own tricks, styles, and strategies.”

From there, he met with her each day for a short time before dinner to play the same round of chess and ask questions. However, other than the simply obvious facts about her, he couldn’t get anything personal that no one else would ever know.

“Questions of a personal nature aren’t appropriate between a teacher and a student.”

While Ash couldn’t disagree more, he was given no room to do so. After the second round of questions and chess moves, the interviews had become something rather perplexing that he felt he couldn’t surpass, let alone the fact that he was pretty sure he was losing the game. Not that he believed he even had a shadow of a chance at beating her.

Since he couldn’t turn to his own best friend for advice — and heaven knew where Tulip and Tonks had gone off to — he went looking for Jessamyn at the Slytherin table at dinnertime. When he couldn’t find her, he stood on a free seat to scan the Great Hall only to spot two particularly blonde heads at the Hufflepuff table.

He walked over to Jessamyn and Penny, the latter of whom grinned brightly at him.

“Hi, Ash!”

He rubbed bashfully at the back of his neck, “H-hey, Penny.”

Jessamyn eyed him a moment, tilting her head as she asked, “Your presentation worrying you?”

At that point, he was too anxious to even bother asking her — like he usually did — how she always seemed to know just what he was feeling. “Yes,” he replied exasperatedly. “I feel like I have to make sure I properly honour Professor McGonagall in my presentation, but she won’t go into explicit details about herself. She says playing chess in our time together will help me learn something about life… rather than just random facts about her.”

Her eyes widened, “Of course. You would want to do her justice. What do you need from me?”

“I s’pose some forms of advice would be helpful. Who are you two interviewing?”

Penny was quick to respond, “I’m happy to be doing my presentation on Professor Snape. He’s a brilliant Potions Master! He’s been accommodating, but I haven’t been asking any extremely personal questions.” The shocked, yet disturbed, look Jessamyn and Ash sent her way either went ignored or unnoticed as she asked, “Who were you assigned, Jessamyn?”

“Professor Flitwick. Ben and I are interviewing him together to make it simpler. Though our presentations are all expected to be done solo, it helps to ask questions together and give each other pointers for our presentations later.”

“Is he able to give you any pointers, or is he as silent and nervous as always?” Ash asked with a pointed look.

“That’s not the point,” Jessamyn stomped her foot indignantly. “I’m trying to tell you that you could work with whoever else pulled her name.”

“I tried that already! Winger won’t work with anyone else, Billingsley isn’t going to do anything, and none of the other Hufflepuffs will even tell me if their subject is McGonagall.”

Jessamyn stared blankly back at him, “Well.. that is quite the predicament.”

“Some help you are,” he sneered irritably, his tone causing her to brazenly stick her tongue out. Leave it to Jessamyn to be able to immediately solve everyone else’s problems but his.

Penny straightened up, “I could find out which of my housemates is doing their project on McGonagall if you like.”

Ash smiled gratefully, “Thanks Penny, but I doubt even if you did that they’d be willing to work with me…. No, I think I’m alone.”

As Penny nodded in understanding, Jessamyn hummed thoughtfully and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. “What’s it like playing with McGonagall?”

“Well… when we’re playing, it’s like she can read my every move,” he sighed. “I’m pretty sure I’m going to lose. I wonder if I should just —“

A presence standing behind him, shadowing his entire body, made Ash pause and look over his shoulder. Snape, even as his and Jessamyn’s Head of House, was… decidedly not their favorite professor at Hogwarts.

He imperiously looked down on him with his ever present sneer, “What Minerva McGonagall respects more than anything, Z, is people who don’t quit. She and I have that in common. I suggest you stop whining and wallowing… and rise to the occasion. Lest you embarrass our entire House by failing to make a proper presentation for our honoured professor.”

And, with that, he swept away. His cloak already floating slightly above the ground behind him as though he hadn’t even stopped to give such an offhand comment.

Ash scowled, “Well, that sounded like a threat.”

When he looked at Penny’s and Jessamyn’s faces, however, they were both open-mouthed with awe.

“What?” he asked.

“To me,” Jessamyn stated slowly, “that sounded like an attempt to motivate you… like he actually.. believes in you.”

His eyebrows furrowed in thought, “You think so?” Her nod only prompted him to turn to Penny, “What do you think?”

But Penny was no longer focused on them. She grabbed her bag from beside her and rummaged through it, pulling out ink and parchment paper. “Respect people who don’t quit,” she muttered under her breath on repeat until she found her quill and began writing it out.

Jessamyn smirked, pointing her thumb at Penny as she told him, “I think you’ve already lost the topic Snape gave you.”

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Ash sat across from Professor McGonagall again the following day, still at a loss for how to continue forward. And the sour look that had just crossed her features wasn’t making his nerves any less strung.

“So, how am I doing?” he asked.

Expression still contorted, she replied, “I must say I’m surprised by your most recent move.”

“Why?”

“That was to be my question. You moved your rook, then clearly just sacrificed your pawn… did you not?”

“Well, yeah…” he admitted. “But I’ve learnt sometimes it takes sacrifice to get what you want.”

“And what exactly do you want in this moment?”

“I…” Ash paused to think further about how he wanted to respond. The last thing he wanted was for anything to offend her, however it seemed like he’d already done so with his sacrificial move. “I just want to understand you better. And seeing your strategies through this game has been… exciting, to say the least.”

His response, thankfully, gave her cause to smile warmly. “A kind goal. And a worthy one. I applaud you for coming right out and saying it. Though I’m still perplexed. Is your strategy to lose to learn more about me? Because that would be quite disappointing.”

“I just —” he tried to find a reason to retort, but she couldn’t have been more right. “It’s true. I’ve been trying to find out more about you, but I haven’t been able to think of a topic to suit you. I sacrificed the pawn to see how you might expo — expleet — ex —“

“Exploit?” she offered.

“That’s it, thanks,” he nodded appreciatively. “And, in a sense, I suppose it does give me something to work with. You saw the sacrifice clear as day, but you didn’t go after it. That means Hogwarts’ guest of honour is, as you should be, honourable…. Because I stopped playing at my best, you didn’t want to make your best moves anymore. Honestly, I envy how easily you did that.”

Though her smile widened as he explained, her lips took a downturn at his final sentence, “Nothing in life worth earning comes easily…”

“It does seem that way sometimes though. You’re so skilled with Transfiguration. When you’re teaching us a new spell, you always cast it so naturally flawless. Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be that skilled, too. Or if I have what it takes…”

“To wonder is to waste time. Only through action can one find the answer within.”

“But to sacrifice is not the right action?” he asked curiously.

She shook her head, “Mr. Z… our choices can affect who we are. Every move you make during our chess game has ramifications… And the choices you make very soon… will determine exactly what you’ll say at your presentation, and how I’ll be represented.

“Sacrifice in a game of chess, or in life, while it may help you get the outcome you desire, should only be a last resort. And even then, I would never recommend such a decision. You have much to learn about the journey of life, but I hope that from here on you understand this lesson I am imparting to you.”

“I do, I think,” Ash replied slowly. “Don’t sacrifice unless it’s necessary.”

“No more needless sacrifice,” she reiterated.

“I understand,” he nodded. And he rather appreciated her point of view on it, as it added even more to what he needed for a proper presentation. She was more than honourable — she wanted to win against an opponent only when they could perform at their best. There was no doubt in his mind that he was still going to lose, but he could at least lose gracefully.

McGonagall nodded back in mild satisfaction. “Promise me you’ll do your best. Now, consider your next move wisely.”

“Of course, Professor.”

#ash z #jessamyn mcphee #penny haywood #severus snape #hp12mom #mcgonagall #minerva mcgonagall #harry potter fandom #hogwarts mystery #life’s a witch #billingsley #yes I had to give billingsley a place in my hogwarts mystery world #we always hear about him but NEVER see him

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