#there's even just little rules like we can't grab students even just tugging at their sleeve is not okay

[hardyorange]

I see some folks worrying that public schools may be "just as bad" for bullying and abuse, and the thing about public schools that especially reduces the potential for abuse is that students aren't kept isolated with one or two adults 24/7; elementary kids my have one classroom teacher, but there are often assistant teachers and administrators in and out of the classroom, nutrition staff in the cafeteria for lunch (and breakfast if they get it at school), more admin and other teachers waving at kids as they arrive and leave for the day, and even sometimes extra teachers dedicated to physical education/sports and probably language (typically Spanish here in the US)

while maybe a student is around a malicious teacher for a majority of the day, any sort of physical abuse is fully illegal and would almost certainly occur in front of the rest of the class and thus have witnesses, as compared to at home where some amount of hitting is often legal if done by parents to their kids and there's never a witness or someone interrupting; plus, students get new teachers every year, and then start having multiple teachers throughout the day in middle and high school, so an abusive teacher won't be around their victim for nearly as long as parents are around their kids

plus, schools have gotten better about recognizing the complex forms bullying can take, so now it is a real story when someone posts about their kid being bullied at school because it's become far more rare, and again students are around each other less and less as they progress through the grades

now, the biggest concern does remain students with exceptional needs who are in specialized ("self-contained") classrooms with the same teachers all day, but providing individualized care to students with significant physical and congnitive disabilities is a separate conversation imo because there are so many more circumstances to consider

I was homeschooled and went to private and public schools because my parents had to make up for my local public school district being a mess when I was the age to attend there (they lost their accreditation entirely for a while), and I have now worked in three different public high schools, and while I have seen some students struggling with not getting along with some students or teachers, I've seen way more of students (and jaded teenagers at that!) running to go hug their favorite teacher even as that teacher is telling them off for breaking dress code, or asking to borrow a pencil from the teacher whose subject they hate, or complimenting their classmate who is a bit shy, or just in general giving off every sign that while they may not love writing essays or solving equations, they're actually relatively happy to come to school and experience the offline world outside of their house

I have known homeschooled ppl who were better off for it over a public school education. I have met kelsey tuoc, and i am fully willing to believe her kids are better served by it than by a more ordinary education. I am willing to support (some) parents in their decision to homeschool their kids, and there are many circumstances where i think it is individually the best option

But, politically, the homeschool lobby needs to be broken by force and the institution of homeschooling needs to be abolished. Especially in many us jurisdictions, where homeschooling is minimally regulated, it is just an obvious magnet for child abusers with a horrifying body count. I am fully willing to believe there were ppl whose experiences on the rides at action park were magical and irreplaceable, doesnt change the fact it needed to die

[hymnserendipity]

Osamu miya's big hands

College, timeskip. Tw: spanking. Dirty talk i guess. Fem reader.

Osamu Miya is not only an excellent volleyball player, he is also the head of the student committee. You're the only person he actually has problems with. You are uncontrollable, always arguing, sleeping in class, making graffiti in the bathrooms and always...always looking at him with a mischievous smile even though he scolds you and puts you in detention every week, whether by making you wear the old and hideous uniform or by writing essays upon essay about your behaviors. During lunch he noticed how you were starting an argument that would soon turn into a fight in the cafeteria and by tugging you he dragged you into the school counselors' office, empty at that hour. You start to scratch the door frame with a pen, drawing a little heart.

Osamu's gaze darkened as he observed you scratching the door. His irritation was growing.

"Stop that. You're damaging school property." He took a step closer, his voice stern.

"So what? It's just an heart, don't you like it?" You reply, looking at him with a smirk.

Osamu's glare intensified as he looked at the carving you made.

"A heart? Really? Vandalism is a serious offense. Do you want to get expelled?"

Osamu's tone was firm and stern, making it clear that he was not amused by your actions.

"Ur so boring." You said as you stop. Osamu couldn't help but roll his eyes at your remark.

"Boring, huh? I prioritize maintaining order and discipline in this school." He leaned against a wall, looking at you with a mixture of irritation and curiosity. "Why can't you just follow the rules like everyone else?"

"'Cause it's boring."

Osamu's expression darkened even more at you words. He didn't appreciate your dismissive attitude towards his responsibilities and the work he put into maintaining order.

"It's about respecting the rules and creating a disciplined environment for all students Being carefree and...he said with a hint of irritation. "You've been causing way to many troubles."

"So?" You reply, approaching him.

"So?" Osamu repeated, his irritation growing further. "Do you realize how serious this is? Not only do you constantly break rules, you're also resorting to violence."

He stood straighter, crossing his arms over his chest. "Fighting is strictly prohibited in this school. You could get expelled for that." "What are you going to do, make me write another essay? We both know its usefull. Try a different punishment, maybe it will work."

Osamu's eyes widened slightly, surprised by her forwardness. It took all his self-control to maintair his serious expression."Punish you, huh?" he muttered, a hint of amusement in his voice. "You think you're being clever, dont you?"

He stepped closer, closing the distance between you. His gaze was intense as he looked down at you. "And what kind of punishment do you suppose I should give you, hm?"

You can't hold your amusement, you tried to tease him for so long.

"What about...spanking?" You smirk, gladly feeling the tension between you two.

Osamu's eyes widened even further at you suggestion, caught off guard by your boldness. He tried to suppress a smirk but failed.

"Spanking?" he repeated, his voice a mixture of amusement and surprise. "You think a simple spanking is enough to correct your attitude?"

"Well, at least it amuse me."

Osamu's breath hitched slightly at your words and the proximity between them. He tried to keep his composure, but the smirk on his face widened.

"You're quite bold, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice a low growl. "But I'm not one to be taken lightly."

He reached out and gently grabbed your chin, lifting your face up to meet his gaze. "You think a spanking will be sufficient punishment? You underestimate me, baby."

"Maybe."

Osamu's smirk grew wider at your response, his grip on your chin tightening a bit. "Challenge accepted." he whispered back. You didn't realize yet.

He stepped closer, pressing your against a wall, pinning your wrists above your head. His body was mere inches from yours, and the smirk on his face grew even wider.

"You're playing with fire, baby" he murmured, his breath hot against your neck. "Are you sure you can handle it?"

Then the final tease, you look at him and whisper: "Please... Sir"

Osamu chuckled softly at your submission. He loved the way you addressed him as "sir".

"Please what, baby?" he whispered, his voice low and seductive. "What do you want from me?"

"You could spank me." You laugh, didn't expect him to take you seriously.

He leaned forward, his lips hovering just above your ear. "You're a cheeky little thing, aren't you? You want me to spank you, don't you? You want me to take control, don't you?"

"Yes please... I Will beheave"

Osamu smirked, his grip on your wrists tightening slightly. He leaned in even closer, his body pressing against yours, pinning against the wall.

"That's what I want to hear, princess," he murmured. "You'll behave and let me take control, won't you?"

He ran his free hand slowly up your side, stopping just below the chest. His lips moved to nibble on your earlobe.

"Good girl..." Osamu couldn't help but revel in his power over you. He loved how easily you submitted to him, responding to his touch just like a puppet on a string.

He released you wrists, letting his arms fall to your sides, but kept his body pressed, trapping you against the wall. His hand continued its exploration, moving up to lift you chin, forcing to meet his gaze.

"You're so eager for discipline, aren't you, princess?" he smirked, his voice low and seductive. "You want me to put you in your place, don't you?"

"Yes... sir" you smirked, you dreamed for that moment for so long. Osamu's smirk widened into a cocky grin as he heard your complete submission. He loved how easily you gave yourself over to his will.

"That's right," he murmured, his hand moving to gently brush a strand of hair away from your face. "You want me to be in control, princess. You want me to be the one to make the decisions for you."

He leaned in, his lips hovering just above your neck. "And I'm more than happy to oblige," he whispered, his lips brushing against your skin as he spoke. "Oh, princess, I'm going to make you count every single one of them."

He took a step back, giving himself enough space to move, grabbed your waist and spun you around, pressing your body front against the wall. His hand trailed down to your thighs, gently caressing the skin.

"Are you ready, princess?" he murmured in your ear.

"Hmmm" you mumbled back, already wet. Osamu's hand lingered on your skin for a moment before it moved, delivering a firm smack to your backside.

"Ah~" you chuckle. That was quite painful, more than you expected.

"Count." he commanded, his voice firm and authoritative.

"One."

Osamu smirked at your obedience. "Good girl. Keep counting."

He brought his hand down again, delivering another smack, a bit harder this time. "C'mon, princess. Count." "T-two" you were already struggling, could feel your ass gettin red. Osamu chuckled softly at your response, his hand moving to rub soothing circles on your backside where he had spanked. "That's two. You're doing well, princess. Keep counting."

He raised his hand again, delivering another firm smack, this time a tad harder than the previous ones. You gasp. "Go on. Count for me."

"Three" Osamu's smirk grew wider at your obedience. His fingers gently traced over the area he had spanked, admiring the rosy tinge your skin had taken. "Very good, princess. You're listening so well. Now, let's keep counting."

You're loosing it, your teasing were too much maybe... But even if it was painfull, you liked it.

Another firm smack landed on your backside, harder than the previous ones. "Come on. Counting, princess." "F-four" Osamu chuckled softly as he heard you struggling count between moans. "Almost there, princess. You're doing very well."

He delivered another strong smack to your backside, his hand rubbing the area gently afterward. You almost screamed.

"Six! Ah~"

"Just a few more. You can do it, princess. Keep counting for me." Osamu's smirk turned into a proud smile. "That's right, princess. You're taking it so well. You're doing amazing."

He gave your backside a gentle but firm smack, harder than the previous. "Keep counting, princess. Only a few more to go." Osamu's hand lingered on your skin for a moment. "Se-ven"

"Good girl. You're almost there," he murmured, his voice lower and more seductive. "You're doing so well, princess. Just a few more."

He pulled back his hand again, delivering another smack that echoed through the room. "Count, princess. Only one more to go." Osamu's expression softened a bit as he saw the tears running down your face. "Eight" He gently touched your chin, and tilting your face up to look at him. "You're doing so well, princess. Just one more and we're done."

He rubbed your backside gently, soothing the area where he had spanked you. "You can do it, princess. Just one more. Count it out, like a good girl." "I...i... can't."

Osamu's smirk widened again as he heard you. He was impressed by how well you were taking your punishment. "That's enough then. You did an excellent job, princess. You've been very obedient."

He brushed his fingers gently your her spanked backside, admiring the redness that had formed. He was extremely pleased by her obedience and submission.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "You'll be a good girl for me, won't you princess? You'll obey my every command and behave yourself from now on."

"Yes..." Osamu's smirk turned into a satisfied smile. Your submissive response pleased him greatly...

"That's what I like to hear," he murmured in your ear, his voice dropping to a seductive whisper. "You'll be a good girl for me, and keep your bratty attitude in check, won't you princess?"

"Yes." Osamu gently wiped away your tears, his touch surprisingly gentle. He looked into your eyes with a mix of dominant authority and a hint of tenderness.

"No more tears, princess," he whispered, his voice lower now. "You took your punishment well. You're a good girl. And good girls don't cry, do they?"

[gaybananabread]

Its been a rough few weeks, but I'm alive. I'm slowly going back through all my old fandoms, and right now it's MHA's turn. I love the KiriBaku pairing, platonic or not, so take this either way! I'm gonna split it into two parts, or else this is gonna be long as hell.

(Part 2)

Lee: Bakugo

Lers: Midoriya, Ojiro, Todoroki

Summary: 1A is competing to see who gets dish duty for the month. When it comes down to Bakugo and Kiri, they choose an interesting final challenge.

Warnings: swearing (it's Bakugo). This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!

The 1A dorms were always chaotic, especially when it came to competition. Every month, the class competes to see which half of the students are on dish duty for the month. It had been intense, with betrayals, twists, and a sprained wrist. By evening, everyone had finished competing.

Everyone except Bakugo and Kirishima.

The two had been at it all day, neck and neck in every contest, trivia, workout and test. Even after twenty separate events, the two were still tied. Most of the class had gone already, homework and comfy beds calling their names. Only Midoriya, Todoroki and Ojiro were still watching.

They were currently in a handstand contest, three minutes in. They were both shaky and tired, the other events draining their stamina. The others thought it would finally be the end of this silly conflict.

At three minutes and thirty-two seconds, Kirishima's arm gave out, and Bakugo toppled backwards. They landed at the same time. Their classmates were less than thrilled.

"ANOTHER TIE?!"

Todo put his head in his hands, groaning. Modoriya started mumbling about the near impossible odds of another tie. Ojiro screamed into his tail.

The pair on the ground just glared at eachother. There wasn't much heat behind them, but it was more than annoying to keep tieing eachother.

Kiri smacked a hand on his face. "Dude. HOW did we fall together!"

Katsuki huffed. "You're a fuckin' copy cat."

Kiri poked his side, making him flinch away and swat his hand. A new contest idea clicked. Something he knew they wouldn't tie in. He stood up, grabbing Baku's hand. "What if we did a tickling endurance thing?"

The blonde's face lit up red, tugging at his hand. Kiri kept his grip. He poked Bakugo's side again, nodding as he flinched, seemly saying 'See? This could work!'.

His classmates agreed, much too tired and sick of the repetitive ties to care. Bakugo obviously protested the idea.

"Seriously? That's gotta be the dumbest idea tonight!" Lucky for everyone, Eijiro knows how the explosion user works.

He puffed his chest in mock pride, hoping to play to Bakugo's more competitive side. "I guess you're right. I mean, who would actually be able to do that? I'd probably loose in 5 seconds." And, as planned, he took it hook, line and sinker.

"Ha! I'll kick your ass! Game on, Shitty Hair!" He had his signature smirk on, eyes haughty and determined. Kirishima smiled, cracking his knuckles. Works every time.

Their friends huddled together. Once finished, Midoriya stepped out, laying the ground rules. "Okay then. You can't tickle eachother. One would be too tired when it's his turn to tickle the other. The three of us will test you at the same time. Safeword is 'Plus Ultra'. Whoever goes the longest without saying it wins."

Kiri was a little worried. He was kinda betting on the whole 'wear him out' thing. He can still win. Probably.

They flip a coin to see who goes first. Bakugo picked heads, Kirishima on tails. Kiri held his breath, his fate in the hands of a quarter. With a smack, Deku snatched the coin from the air. Opening his hands, the tails face greeted him. He let out a sigh of relief. Bakugo would go first.

They had the explosion boy sit in a chair, Ojiro offering to hold his arms up. Todoroki was on lower body, Midoriya on midsection, and Ojiro had free reign of what he could reach. Holding the timer, Deku gave a countdown.

"3, 2, 1..."

"Start!"

Initially, the blonde tried holding in his reaction. For about seven seconds, he kept it in. Then Ojiro remembered he had a really fuzzy tail to weaponize. He slid the fluffy tail end under his shirt, twitching it about on his torso.

Small titters escaped the explosion user. Ojiro went at it with his tail while the other boys tried their best to crack him.

Todoroki was surprisingly good at tickling. True, he was tentative, but he somehow knew exactly how to wreck the blonde's shit. He poked, pinched, squeezed, and skittered across his legs and thighs. He even took off his combat boots to get his feet.

Giggles began to spill out. It wasn't a huge reaction, but they were getting there. Bakugo cursed, trying to keep his laughter in.

The greenette was exploring Bakugo's midsection. He already knew where to go, but why finish it so quickly? He scribbled on his belly, pinched and poked his sides, squeezed hips, everything he could to wear him down. Finally, Deku pinched the spot right above his ribcage.

Bakugo broke.

"GAHA! DeheHEHEkuhu! FUHUHUCK OHhohoff!" Bakugo tugged at his arms, trying to stop the tickling without giving in. Ojiro held strong, keeping the boy's arms above his spiky head. Nearby, Kiri squirmed, knowing his turn was next.

Midoriya didn't let up. He stayed on the blonde's death spot, pinching and poking and prodding. The others followed his example, keeping up their torment. Todoroki was pinching his thighs. Ojiro had his tail brushing on his neck. His laughter was pitchy, all the spots combined driving him up the wall.

Bakugo tossed his head back and forth, trying to shake off the intense tickles. It didn't work, and really only made Ojiro's tail tickle more. He cursed and continued his pitchy laughter.

Damn, he wasn't expecting them to actually be good at this! Okay, maybe Deku, but the other two?! I mean, it's half-and-half! He was genuinely shocked, and starting to reach his limit...

Ojiro looked down at Bakugo's face. It was nice to see his grumpy, explosive classmate laugh like this. Plus, revenge bonus. He looked down at his neck, and got an idea. A cruel idea. A tickley, unfair, wonderful idea.

Ojiro moved his tail to the other side, leaned down, and blew an enormous raspberry on the blonde's neck.

Bakugo squealed.

That was so not fair! He jerked his head, unable to do anything. Both sides of his neck were being tickled, meaning if he blocked one side the other got worse, and vice versa.

The others looked at him, smirking. None of them were expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise. They were relentless, giving everything they had to crack the explosion user.

It was too much. Reluctantly, the blonde called out the safe words. "PLUHUHUS UHULTRAHA!"

All three boys immediately stopped, backing off as Midoriya stopped the stopwatch. Bakugo curled in on himself, rubbing his neck. His face was flushed, and he looked... well, imagine a giant, ferocious tiger after catnip. It was adorable, but a bit unsettling.

Deku put a hand on his shoulder. "Nice job! You got 7 minutes and 26 seconds!" He shrugged off the hand, regaining his breath.

After a minute, he turned, and with an evil look in his eyes, he pointed to Kirishima.

"Your turn, Shitty Hair."

[bellarkeselection]

Hi i was woundering if you could do a Charles xavier short. Where he was at the school teaching and y/n came back and told him she still remembers him . And he found out that to is a munta

I Want More Memories

Walking down the stairs I pass a few kids all not even teenagers yet who all giggled past me. Moving through the hallways I pick up on a certain voice that I'd know anywhere. That's like music to my ears. Peaking my head into a classroom I bit my lip trying not to blush at seeing him after all these years. Charles and I had been a thing when he returned from Cuba and lost his legs. But we had a fight one night when Erik almost hurt me so he decided to take away my memories of him and our relationship. "Professor, a lady is watching you." A young girl with dark brown hair points back at me. Charles lifted his head up from the book he was reading to them smiling down at the child. "Thank you, Leah. All everyone that's enough for today. Class dismissed." All the children grabbed their books leaving the room, allowing us time alone.

"Y/n...it's uh. It's good to see you." He runs his fingers through his long brown hair giving me a smile but I just give him a poker face. Crossing my arms across my chest I finally entered the room inside of hiding in the hallway. "You promised you would never use your powers on me, Charles!" He dropped his mouth opened suprised at your statement. He didn't understand how you knew that he was a mutant since he had made you forget or so he believed. "You said that you loved me. You said that we would get married. How am I supposed to believe anything you say anymore, Xavier!" He moves the stick on his chair rolling closer to me, regret in those pure blue eyes of his. "I'm sorry - I just didn't want you - to get hurt. You're a innocent human and I didn't want you to get injured because of a mutant like me." He sucked in a breath tears welling in his eyes that lock onto me and remain still. "But I can't figure out how...how do you have your memory back?"

Lifting my fingers up to my temple I entered his mind with a smirk on my face. "I'm not an ordinary human like we thought, Charles." Charles closed his eyes enjoying the new sense to feel you in his mind instead of just reading your thoughts. He was so used to just losing himself in your thoughts but this feeling was something special. "This is incredible, my love." He thought back to me until I spoke verbally, taking his right hand in mine. "I guess that means we can't date since it would be against the rules. You know for a student to date a professor." Charles tugs my hand and I scream landing in his lap putting my arms around his neck so I wouldn't fall off. He chuckled resting his other arm on my lower back. He intertwined our other hands together giving me a reply. "Normally yes that's true. But it's my school so I think the headmaster can make an exception, hmm Y/n." My cheeks turned red where I try bending my head down but he moves his other hand to cup my face. He slowly leans up finally kissing me after all these years away. And I must say he still had a hold on me like we just fit together perfectly.

Leaning into him more I kiss him back moving one of my hands into his hair hearing him chuckling. "How dare you touch my hair, Y/n." I break the kiss shaking my head with a pout on my face. "You're ridiculous, Charles. You can't tell me you don't like it." He rolled his eyes a little allowing me a chance to kiss him for the first time. He kissed back cradling my face in his hands smiling. We didn't break until we needed air resting our foreheads against each other. "Y/n, would it be too forward if I asked you to dinner tonight?" Charles rubbed the back of his neck blushing a little in a cute way. Tilting my head back a little I ducked down kissing his cheek. "Only if we weren't still dating, Professor." He throws his head back groaning with a huge smile. "Oh love I must admit that's the best thing I've heard all week. I'm begging you, Y/n. Please call me that again." I start to get off his lap but he snags my wrist snacking his left arm around my waist holding me there. Turning my head around to face him I raised a brow. "I didn't say you had to leave. I rather enjoy being close to you again." Mirroring his smile I lay my head on his chest when he starts showing me around the school that had built. "Good because I don't intend on leaving, Professor Charles Xavier. I want to make more memories with you." He plants a kiss to my head.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

[joaquinwhorres]

hoax (Ch. 1) {Sirius Black x F!OC}

SUMMARY ››››› It started out as a simple bet: who could get the girl chosen for them first? After four years of half-hearted attempts, Sirius decides it’s time to make a concerted effort to win over the notoriously undateable Florence Saise.

WORD COUNT ››››› 4,100-ish

WARNINGS ››››› Pretty much every chapter is going to have mentions of sex. Including this one.

A/N ››››› I'm so thankful to every single person who responded to my incessant "does this line make sense?" or "can you read this to tell me what you think?" Without you guys this never would have been uploaded, and I'd never already have the start of a second chapter.

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Florence Saise was rather convinced that she was the only person not excited to find themselves back at Hogwarts. Everyone else seemed to be coping with the looming start of the school year just fine, if the laughter and shouts that greeted her as she flung open the carriage door was any indication. It was, by all accounts that mattered, (which is to say, hers) not fair.

The blonde haired girl jumped down from the horseless carriage, landing with a heavier thump than might have been expected from her small frame. Before her, masses of students cursed up the hill chattering to one another with smiles on their faces. Not one had the same little crease between their eyebrows that threatened to turn into a full-on scowl.

It was as if every single one of them had either forgotten the bullshit that came along with living amongst their peers or were still blissfully unaware of the curse that was adolescence. Even her friends, who hopped down out of the carriage behind her, seemed too entrenched in the debate that had stretched from the train compartment to the carriage, to fully register what being back at Hogwarts meant.

"You've been quiet, Lory, what do you think?" Marlene asked, throwing an arm around Florence's shoulder as the small group of girls joined the throng of students.

"If Sebastian doesn't know what to do with his tongue when kissing, there's not much hope for him using it elsewhere. You'd do better with Roger."

"Aha!" Marlene cried out triumphantly, pointing a finger at Mary. "That makes it two for Roger, one for Sebastian, and one for giving up on boys all together," she tallied as Florence shrugged out from under her arm. Lily appeared on Florence's other side, trapping Florence in the middle of the group.

"You can't just use physical stuff as the metric for whether or not a relationship will be any good," Lily asserted. "There's more to dating than snogging and sex."

"Says the person who's never properly snogged anyone," Marlene stage whispered to Mary.

"Exactly," Lily said, perhaps a little too passionately. "And look how fulfilled I am."

Marlene shot Florence a skeptical look, and Lily reached across her to smack at Marlene's arm. This started another round of fierce debating, Lily reminding Mary that Sebastian had written her once a week all summer whereas Roger had only written four times, Marlene reminding Mary that she didn't want to die a virgin, and Dorcas reminding Mary that she never had any of these problems with her girlfriends.

Florence felt a dull needling, like a knuckle digging into the side of her head. At this rate, she was going to have a headache before they even reached the castle.

The Gryffindor strode ahead of the group, near enough that she wouldn't catch any flack for abandoning them but far enough that she could more easily drown out their bickering. She would give anything for just a single moment of peace today. Between her father and brother waking her up with their argument to Lily and Marlene's stupid battle over who Mary should date, all Florence wanted was ten minutes where she didn't get roped into playing referee.

But as she looked up ahead on the path, her eyes landing on James Potter and his crew, it seemed like peace was not in the cards for her today.

The group of boys were laughing amongst each other as they subtly enchanted trees to tap students on the shoulder or grab an unsuspecting second year. It was, objectively speaking, rather funny to witness the reactions of their various victims. One boy let out a startled shriek so loud, Florence would have expected it to come from a banshee. Another girl was attempting to fight off a branch that kept pulling at her plait. The problem with Potter and them's joke was not so much the unrest it caused amongst the students ahead of Florence.

The problem was Lily.

"You have got to be kidding me," Lily sighed, cutting Marlene off mid sentence. "What's even the point in making Remus a prefect if he's going to let his friends get away with everything?"

Before any of the girls had a chance to talk Lily down, the prefect marched up the hill with impressive speed, her hair billowing behind her.

"I am not missing this," Marlene said eagerly, grabbing Mary by the hand and tugging her up the hill with her. Dorcas and Florence shared a look and a sigh, before following them after Lily.

"Potter!" Lily shouted, and the group of boys came to an abrupt stop, nearly causing the group of Ravenclaws behind them to collide with their backs.

"Ah the dulcet tones of Lily Evans," James Potter said as he turned around to face the fuming redhead, a smirk set firmly in place.

Lily pulled up right in front of him, chest heaving from her quick trip up the hill. "You are to stop using magic at once or else I'll be forced to give you detention."

"I'm not sure what you mean," Potter said, tilting his head and allowing confusion to overtake his features. Lily's scowl deepened, clearly not buying the act. "I think you and I are both aware that it's against the rules to use magic before term starts, and we're not even at the castle yet."

Behind him, Pettigrew and Black snickered. The sound seemed to bolster James Potter's already rampant egotism as the smirk returned once more to his face.

"Unless of course, you're saying that I've enchanted you. Do you find me bewitching, Evans?" Potter asked, wiggling his eyebrows at her.

"I think I've made it quite clear what I think of you, James Potter," Lily snapped, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "10 points from Gryffindor."

"Ah, Evans," Potter tsked, as if regretting the fact that he would have to share bad news with her. "Prefects can't take points until the start of term. Learned that fourth year," he added on, dropping the sympathetic act.

Marlene nudged Florence with her elbow and held out her hand expectantly. Florence's eyes moved from the open palm to her friend's gaze, raising an eyebrow.

"I believe you owe me a hundred galleons," Marlene informed her, a smile tugging at her lips even as she fought to remain serious. "As James Potter has just confirmed that he has, in fact, learned something in his past five years here."

"That doesn't count," Florence said dryly, slapping Marlene's palm down even as Marlene grinned at her winningly. The stare off between a seething Lily and smug James was looking very much like it was about to end in a murder. Remus Lupin must have also caught onto this because he shook his head and finally stepped forward.

"Come on, let's at least make it to the castle this year before you and Lily have a row," he appealed, making a half-decent attempt at Prefect-like behavior.

Potter turned to his friend with a magnanimous smile. "Since you asked so kindly, Moony," Potter paused, shooting Lily a look. "I'll make sure there is no more confusion about whether or not we might have been doing magic. Watch carefully, Evans. I'm putting my wand in my back pocket. Feel free to track its progress up the hill," he added with a wink.

Lily let out a disgusted noise as Marlene snorted, and Potter turned to continue back up the hill with his friends, Sirius Black playfully pushing him as he rejoined the group.

"What a wanker," Lily murmured, watching the boys go.

"Maybe, but he's looking well fit," Marlene noted, taking Potter up on his offer to make sure his wand stayed in his back pocket. "You could do a lot worse than James Potter."

Lily whirled on Marlene, emitting a scandalized,  " Marlene! "

The dark haired girl laughed and shook her head. "Oh come off it, Lils, he's smart, funny, attractive, all of which is important to you, and," she looked around before leaning forward conspiratorially. "I've heard his wandwork isn't the only magical thing he can do with his hands." Marlene wiggled her fingers at Lily, who pulled back looking so pale that for a moment, Florence thought she might actually be sick.

Which was far too hilarious not to laugh at. So she did, earning a dark look from Lily and a shiteating grin from Marlene.

Lily rounded back on Marlene before shaking her head and starting back up to the castle.  "He's not funny; he's cruel. And he's only half as smart as he thinks he is."

"So you agree he's attractive?" Marlene asked, raising an eyebrow, and Lily's face turned bright red before she managed to sputter out a:

"Looks don't mean anything!"

"She's right," Dorcas added. Contributing to the conversation for the first time with the decisiveness that the girls had come to expect from her.  "Looks don't mean anything. But being good with his hands, well…"

Lily emitted a strangled sound somewhere between disbelief and mild outrage as the rest of her friends laughed at her and moved past on their way to the castle. A small feeling in Florence's chest loosened as she walked with them, the conversation alternating between teasing Lily and debating between Roger and Sebastian. Maybe this year wouldn't be quite as bad as the past five.

Naturally, the hope of a better year was squashed the very next day.

This, of course, should have been expected. After all, the first day of classes was primarily meant for overloading students with work they weren't yet prepared for and reminding them that their very futures depended on the mastery of the material. However, those spiels were not the giveaway that this year would be more or less the same in terms of teenage bullshit as the years prior. What it really came down to was her Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

The death of her hope began the moment she walked into the classroom and was faced with an obscenely tall and lanky man, dressed in a smart tweed suit with his chin length hair tucked behind his ears. A name was written in halting cursive on the chalkboard behind him.

Oleander Fernsby.

It was a ridiculous name for what was, by all indicators, a ridiculous man.

Although, as Florence watched the way his eyes darted around the classroom, shooting away every time a student got too close to making eye contact, she began to think that perhaps ridiculous was the wrong word. It suggested a certain confidence that this man in front of her was severely lacking.

It was painful to watch really, seeing him hoist the corners of his mouth up just to seem to lose his grip and have the smile come crashing down again. Both of his hands were shoved into his pants pockets, the right one fiddling with something it found in there so that the pocket almost seemed to flutter with his nervous energy. Even as she sat down next to Marlene, Florence couldn't take her eyes off of this clear disaster waiting to happen.

"This is going to be interesting," Marlene noted with raised eyebrows as she tapped her quill tip on the desk. "Reckon he'll make it the whole year?"

"Reckon he'll make it to the end of the month?" Florence returned, and Marlene snorted.

The last of the students shuffled into the room, claiming desks next to their friends and casting skeptical looks up at the unusual choice for professor. Even Remus Lupin looked unsure about Dumbledore's choice as he sat with eyebrows raised and a slight frown on his face.

The professor cleared his throat, which was completely ineffective when it came to quelling the murmurings of students sizing him up.

"Excuse me," he said, his voice dipping down into a mumble on the last syllable. As could be expected, the class' attention remained on their own conversations.

" Merlin's beard," Dorcas muttered under her breath from behind Florence. The professor furrowed his brow, a look of resolve on his face before trying again.

"Good morning." He had added a bit of volume and force assertiveness to his voice, but it wasn't until Potter hit Black on the shoulder and gestured with his head to the professor that the talking in the room tapered off. Faced with a room of quiet students, he succeeded in finally managing a weak smile.

"Good morning," he repeated, his voice soft but steady at least. "I'm Professor Fernsby, and I'll be teaching you Defense Against the Dark Arts this year."

It was hard to imagine this particular wizard ever standing up against the dark arts. He looked like he could hardly manage a boggart let alone a hag or Lethifold. Even faced with a room full of bored teenagers, he was crumbling under the pressure. Across the room Peter Pettigrew snickered, and Fernsby's expression faltered.

"I know that I am a new face here, and you've had five other professors, but I hope that together we'll have a good year this year and learn a lot."

Florence snorted and either Lily or Dorcas (probably Lily) jabbed a finger into her back in scolding.

Fernsby's smile flickered, and he paused. "Erm, yes. I know that this is your second class of the day, and it's early. The first years were all practically asleep at their desks this morning, but this is an NEWT-level class, so we will be covering rather complicated and dark material--oh! Yes, you there," Fernsby said, gesturing towards a student in the back. Florence turned, watching as Cassius Avery lowered his hand, a self-satisfied smirk already twisting at his lips.

"Can you explain what you mean by 'dark,' professor?"

The classroom went so still even Fernsby seemed to notice, his pocket fluttering once more.

"Well, we'll learn about the Unforgivable Curses. How to battle Inferi--"

"Will we be learning more about the Dark Arts themselves?" Avery interrupted, tilting back his chair so that it leaned against Thaddeus Nott's desk.

Fernsby's eyes flicked around the classroom as if looking for help from one of the students, but everyone remained still and quiet, watching to see what would happen. Florence set her jaw as she looked back at Avery who was looking rather smug. Beside him there was a glint in Thomas Mulciber's eye as if he were watching an animal fall into a trap.  "I'm not sure that would be entirely appropriate--" Fernsby started.

"I was just thinking that we should know how the Dark Arts work and such so we can properly defend ourselves?" Avery clarified and beside him Mulciber smirked. Florence's hand curled into a fist on her desk. "I mean, you want us to be prepared, don't you, professor? We need to know--"

"Avery you smarmy little git, would you shut up?" Florence snapped, and the eyes of the class shot over to her. But she was just looking at Avery whose eyes flashed angrily. "Even he's not thick enough to teach you how to curse someone. Go ask your dad. Or is he too busy shagging his cousin--I'm sorry, your mum."

There was a beat of silence as the whole class seemed to collectively hold its breath before across the room, Sirius Black broke out into a loud barking laughter, muffling whatever Avery snarled at Florence.

"Pardon?" she asked, arching an eyebrow, and though he opened his mouth to say it again, it wasn't Avery's voice, but Fernsby's she heard next.

"That is--that is quite enough," the professor finally interjected, and Florence turned around, ready for her detention or points to be docked, but as Fernsby's eyes landed on her and she met them with a fierce unrepentance, he wet his lips and moved on.

"Merlin's beard," Marlene whispered to Florence. "Been holding onto that for a while, haven't you?"

"After what he and Mulciber did last year to Mary, he's lucky I haven't set him on fire," Florence mumbled. "Last thing we need is that lot learning about the Dark Arts so they can practice on muggleborns."

Marlene nodded her agreement, and the two focused back on Fernsby who was presently taking attendance.

Class continued and with it the growing feeling that someone was attempting to stare daggers into the back of her head. When she finally turned with a raised eyebrow, she found that not only was Avery glaring at her, but Mulciber and Nott had also joined in their friend's effort. She gave the three of them the most saccharine smile she could muster and lifted a middle finger towards them. When she turned back to Fernsby, he was in the middle of listing his credentials and previous places of employment..

He had just finished on how formative his time in the Azkaban processing unit was when James Potter began to loudly pack up his bag. "And erm..." Professor Fernsby stopped, watching as Potter corked his inkwell and dropped it into his bag. "Mr….Potter was it?"

Potter looked up, "Oh, I'm sorry, Professor," he said, his face genuinely apologetic. "I thought you were about done."

"Done?" Fernsby asked. While the word might have cracked like a whip from McGonagall or Kettleburn, instead it came out rather helpless as he looked appealingly to Potter for an explanation.

"It's just that usually professors keep class short the first. To get us acclimated to the school schedule again, you know."

Fernsby said nothing, looking out over the class to see nods of assent. Even Dorcas kept quiet.

"He's right," Marlene said from next to her, and Florence's attention whipped to her friend. "Although usually they make us stay at least half the block," she added with a reproachful look to James.

"Ah, well, I suppose here is as good a place to stop as any," Professor Fernsby said. "Come ready to learn, as I will be picking up the pace as the year progresses."

He seemed rather proud of himself, Florence thought as she along with her classmates scurried to pack up their books before anyone could possibly grow a guilty conscience. He probably thought the early dismissal was a sign of kindness and not what it really was: blood in the water.

Shouldering her bag, Florence headed out behind Lily and Dorcas into the hallway.

"We're not going to learn anything all year," Dorcas moaned, tossing her head back to stare miserably at the ceiling.

"It's going to be an easy O at least," Lily sighed. "And besides, next year it'll be someone new. Maybe they'll be able to catch us up."

Dorcas wilted a little, head coming back down to face forward with a pout tugging down her lips. "I suppose."

Marlene looked disbelievingly at the group. "Are we really not going to talk about Avery?"

"Do we have to?" Mary asked with a shudder. "He's so creepy. "

"That whole group is destined for Azkaban," Lily murmured, shaking her head.

"Not if Lory gets to them first," Marlene countered, smirking.

Florence shrugged, "I already told you I didn't think Fernsby had the backbone to tell him no."

"Right, but going after his dad like that?" Marlene pressed, raising her eyebrows at Florence as if to prompt an explanation.

"Everyone knows the Sacred Twenty-Eight's inbred," a voice drawled from behind the group. Lily rolled her eyes, letting out an annoyed sigh through her nose as Potter, Black, Remus, and Pettigrew interspersed themselves amongst the girls. "After all, you're looking at someone whose father shagged his cousin. Thankfully all of the negative effects of my parents' decision to procreate saved themselves for Regulus. Florence snorted at this, and Marlene barked out a laugh. Even Lily's lips quirked up into a reluctant half smile. "I have to say, Saise, that was a thing of sheer beauty in there. I think I might have even fallen in love with you a little," Black grinned.

Florence rolled her eyes and shook her head, even as the grin stayed on her lips. "I hope you're prepared for heartbreak then. Pettigrew, I'd start collecting chocolate frogs now, he's going to need them."

A quick confusion crossed Pettigrew's face as he darted a glance at Black, as if to ask if Florence was serious. But his friend was too busy throwing a hand over his heart and staggering back as if wounded.

"Should I get some chocolate frogs too, Evans? Or are you planning on sparing my heart this year?" Potter asked, grinning winsomely at Lily.

She gave him a tight lipped grin back, tilting her head towards him. "You should get as many as you can and stick them in your bag. That way, every time you have even the faintest impulse to ask me out, you can take one out and shove it in your mouth to save us both the trouble."

With that, Lily brushed her hair over her shoulder and moved forward to link arms with Florence, turning them both around to march down the hallway and away from their heartbroken boys.

"I think there was progress," James said, piling potatoes onto his plate once the boys had sat down for lunch. The past forty-five minutes that they should have spent in Defense Against the Dark Arts had been devoted instead to James' eternal pining over Lily Evans. "She didn't call me any names."

"Didn't need to, mate," Sirius said, snagging the serving spoon from James. "Her face and tone of voice largely did that for her."

"Yeah? What'd it say?" James asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched Sirius spoon potatoes next to his sausage.

Sirius straightened up in his seat, pointing the spoon at James. "It said, James Potter, you are a complete tosser," he said, mimicking Lily's high voice, much to the amusement of both Remus and Peter.

James looked down the table to where Lily tossed her head back laughing at something Mary Macdonald said. The lack of outright animosity had been progress, but she still didn't look at him with even a fraction of the warmth she gave to everyone else. Lily caught sight of him and the smile slid from her face, settling into a look of pure disdain before she turned back to her friends and said something that made Marlene McKinnon almost spit out her pumpkin juice.

"Well at least I can say I'm trying," James protested, turning back to face Sirius.

"Trying what? To get Lily Evans to hex your arse halfway 'cross the country?" Sirius asked. "Because that is about the only thing you're set to succeed at with her."

James scoffed before growing serious.  "I'm trying to win the bet."

Sirius raised his eyebrows at his best friend, and even Peter seemed to have checked back in to the conversation. Remus however let out a groan and set down the book he'd been reading so he didn't have to listen to James going on about Lily. "I thought you two had given that up."

"It was just on hiatus for a while," Sirius dismissed, picking up his fork to dig into his lunch. "Because unlike Prongs, I don't have to spend years just to get Saise to tolerate being in the same room as me."

"And yet," James said, picking up his own fork. "You still haven't won."

"Well, I've been a bit too busy with other matters to be worried much about the birds?"

"Like what?" Remus asked, picking his book back up.

"Largely, being the family disappointment," Sirius remarked with some finality as he bit into his sausage.

James just laughed at this. "Please, you have about as much interest in dating as Saise does. One of you is going to call it quotes before you can even go public--let alone last two weeks."

"All I'm saying is that at least Saise doesn't actively detest the very sight of me," Sirius shrugged, taking another bite of his food.

"I'm making progress."

"Of course you are, mate," Sirius nodded, navigating the words around the mouthful of food.

James shook his head at Sirius, "Padfoot, when it comes right down to it , I don't even think you could get Saise out of her knickers, let alone date you."

Sirius scoffed. "Everyone can get her out of her knickers. Everyone practically has gotten Saise out of her knickers."

Remus looked up from his book, a frown tugging at his features. "That's an ugly thing to say Sirius," he scolded, but Sirius looked completely unrepentant.

"It's not like it's a secret that practically our entire year has shagged Florence. Everyone knows what she's like," Peter shrugged.

"Exactly. Thank you, Wormtail," Sirius said. "But if you're so certain I can't do it, Prongs, then you'd have no problem making a little add on to our bet. Right?"

"No problem at all," James said, smugly.

"Great," Sirius said, leaning forward on his elbows. "Let's talk terms."

[heresathreebee]

Brackish and Briny Waters (two)

[Ralph Lamont X Female Reader]

Summary: Settling into your new house Part 1 Masterlist Part 3

Tags: +17 | 1.7k words | just really fucking domestic stuff, one (1) bad attitude, presumptuous behavior, unprotected morning sex, more remodeling.

AN: I kind of know where I'm going with this. The conflict will be subtle at first but it's there I promise.

The first day goes by fast and for Ralph meeting every single person on staff in this prestigious school was like trying cheeses and wines in a vineyard– fun at first but you get a stomach ache because somebody forgot to tell you not to swallow and there are just so many of them each more rich than the last. By the time he crosses the threshold to his new home, he's exhausted and annoyed. 

"I told you not to unpack without me." 

You look at him from the kitchen and shrug. "I needed stuff, baby. I already wrote a list of things to work on in this 'bare bones' house you put us up in and I was bored." 

You don't care for his attitude but offer him the covered plate anyways. "I saved you some dinner." 

All at once, Ralphie's anger melted from his face. He shuffled his tired feet across the still empty living room and pulled you into his side. The plate was warm (still warm or recently warmed up, he couldn't tell) and his stomach growled. 

"M sorry," he said, "I don't mean to be an asshole." 

You smile your forgiveness. "Long day?" 

"Yes," he hisses. "I already can't wait for the weekend." 

You chuckle. "Oh come on, it can't be that bad. Give it a chance, baby!" 

"As you wish." 

After eating, Ralph is right to sleep despite his insistence you finish packing together tonight. A part of you thinks it's the climate here– fresh sea salt air and less artificial light to disrupt the body's natural sleep patterns. You took off his shoes and empty his pockets because he was just 'resting his eyes for a moment,' then slid in right next to him. He's fine without a blanket, but you pull the back of the quilt over your rear and curl into his side. Sleep comes easier tonight than last night and you dream of wallpaper and wood smoke cologne. 

DAY THREE

The rest of the week gets easier for the both of you. You arrived on Monday and unpack the bigger furniture together by Wednesday with the help of some locals. Ralph is getting to study the lesson plan for Ms. Lewis' math class and establishing a gentle authority with his temporary students. He is still excited for the weekend, intent to help you figure out what to do with the walls of the house. 

"Has anybody come to see you at the house yet?," he asks you Thursday night. 

You pause dicing onions to think. "Besides the neighbors to the north and those Vayle boys? No." 

Ralphie raises his eyebrows and drops them, an involuntary gesture made more for himself than you. 

You put a hand on your hip. "Why?" 

Ralphie waves you off and continues mixing the meat with the spices. "Nothing. It's just everybody and their fucking moms has been asking me about you." 

"What?" This was news to you. "Why?" 

"Because they're nosy," he replies, "asking me about my whole life story and I let slip I had a wife and then they just wouldn't shut up about it." 

You swat his shoulder. "Well don't sound so depressed about it. Do you not like having a wife?" 

"No!" Ralph huffs and turns to look at you as he says, "I just hate that every single one of them bugs me about a million personal things and then I mention you and it's the only thing they can talk about now." 

Ralph turns back to stirring the pan and grumbles to himself, "might tell them to fuck off and just hoard you forever…" 

It clicks in your head at least a bit. Ralph's a born and bred city kid. In the city nobody cares who you are, what you like, or where you're from. Strangers don't want to be anything more than strangers. Their eternal social motto is 'don't waste my time' and anyone who acts differently is probably scheming something. 

You chuckle and rest your chin on his shoulder. "You're forgetting these are a different breed of people. Rich and educated socialites more over but suburban, maybe even rural. We're probably the first new thing to happen to them in decades, and communities like this don't have a 'mind your business and I'll mind mine' attitude." 

Ralphie flicks you a look but you know he knows you're right. It doesn't mean he has to like it but at least he understands it's not malicious, at least not inherently. It's out of his element, a little out of yours too, but you'll have to adapt and play by their rules if you want to stay here for a while. 

The dining room table can seat six, but your Ralphie takes a seat right next to you at a corner so he can hold your hand while you eat. Homemade tacos ease your apprehensions a bit and you go over the remodeling plans with him until midnight. Getting ready to sleep, you wear your thinnest shift and wrap around him like an octopus, your warm core brushing over his barely clothed manhood in temptation. 

Ralphie hums, tucking a stray hair back into your bonnet. "We need to get up early tomorrow." 

It's a weak protest. The two of you keep rocking into each other and sighing at the feeling of friction but eventually fall asleep despite the delightful buzz of sexual energy surrounding you. You do wake up when Ralph flips you under him and sucks a few marks into your neck.

You spread your legs to accommodate his breadth, feeling him settle deliciously and glancing at the bedside clock. It's barely 5 o' clock and the sun is rising. You gasp as you feel Ralphie's cock slide into you and he's met with little resistance. You two have sex for the first time since you moved and it's been so long that the affair is short lived. 

Ralph already has an apology on his lips but you shush him and come a moment later with your fingers brushing your clit in tandem. He peppers you with a dozen more kisses as silent promises to make it up to you. 

You shower together, barely bumping elbows as this bathroom is way bigger than your New York City apartment ever was. You chat idly about the weekend and the town and when you're ready to leave, you grab the manila folder where you store the plans for the remodel. You've even got samples from the wallpaper, only taking the ones you like and want to replace. 

"I know we probably won't find exact replicas but I want to at least find something similar." 

Ralph squeezes your thigh. "Ok, ok. We'll try." 

While this town doesn't have a McDonald's (the town over does and it's fancy for some reason), it does have a Home Depot (also pretty fancy). You know you'll need wood and screws and glass panes to finish that solar room but that's not the goal for today. 

Ralph skips right over the green paint swatch section to the creams. He's rambling about paint brand pros and cons, he did his research on the way in since you were driving and he brought the book from the school library. You follow and half listen. 

"What?" 

Ralph finally catches on to your soft smile. You glance around to make sure no one is in earshot because god forbid these gossipers over hear your conversation right now. 

"I guess I got you pretty excited last night, huh," you say with a sense of pride. Ralph feels the opposite about his performance this morning. 

"I just… I think it's just been a while." He occupies his hands by grabbing every single free swatch sample on the shelf and says, "I promise I will make it up to you." 

You roll your eyes in a not unkind way. "It's fine, babe, really. I uh… it feels kind of good to know I still have that kind of effect on you…" 

Ralphie sports a smile of his own and puts you under his arm. "Of course you do, sugar." 

He leans down to plant a kiss on your lips when you're interrupted by a bright voice. It's so startling that your husband bounces away from you. He stares wide eyed at the woman who interrupted you and he gets that dark look in his eye that only you can see. 

"Jesus, Julie," he tries his best not to growl her name. "This is Julie, she's a teacher at the school. Julie this… is… my wife." 

Julie makes a noise like a whistle. "Oh my god you are so much more beautiful than I imagined! Ralph doesn't have a picture of you in his office!" 

"It's on my desk," he huffs, "it's the one turned towards me." 

"And why would you do that?" 

"...so I can look at it while I work…?" 

Julie's… a little too hands on for just meeting you. You're too reserved to say something about it so you sling a loose arm around her back and hope Ralph doesn't say something for you. 

"Hi Julie, it's nice to finally meet you," you tell her. "Ralph's been slowly but surely introducing me to the concept of his coworkers." 

"I can't believe we haven't met before now! Ralph keeping you all to himself, me and the other teachers are just so curious about you," she coos. It feels almost put on, like overindulging in sweet to play up her first impression. You let it slide though, maybe it's just your city lens. 

"Well, uh, once we've got the house fixed up a bit, we can plan a housewarming party," you suggest. "But not a day before and you may quote me on that, miss!" 

Julie laughed and gave you her phone number 'in case you need anything at all.' Ralph breathed easy once she finally left and you tug his ear gently. "She's veeerry friendly." 

Ralphie shoots you a glare like you'd made a joke he didn't find funny and you go back to debating the paint to use for your walls eagerly.

@escape-your-grape @hoodoo12 @softbeej @go-commander-kim @beetlesstuff @imma-fucking-nerd​ @werwulfy​

[mellie1409]

Alohomora (ft. knj) - 5.2k

Badum badum badum

That's the only thing y/n can hear in the deep silence the dinning hall is submerged in. Her own heartbeat marking the rhythm of a frantic and desperate song. This is the moment she had so long been waiting for: the moment she would be chosen a family for her to join. A family that would take care of her and love her as one of their own and protect her at all costs for this one short year she would be spending here, at the most magical and hopeful place on planet Earth, at Hogwarts.

Y/n straigtens her back as the hat is lowered onto her head. A sudden smell to old papyrus surrounding her and becoming more intense as the weight of the hat increases on her head. And when suddenly professor McGonagall lets go of the hat, it unexpectedly starts moving.

'I see' he says turning to the left and then to the right, scanning in the process the room and all his different choices for y/n. 'Hmmm, a golden heart disguised because of fear, high expectations for the future... Interesting, well, I'll put you in a house, where they will push you to reach your full potential, to prepare you for your final decision. But before revealing it, do mark my words: the choice has already been made in your heart, by some achieved courage you'll reach your final destination.'

Those words resonate into the dining hall as if someone had fired a gun, a race gun that gives the queue for everyone to start talking at once. It was normal for the hat to mumble about someone's abilities, but to make a prophecy? That only happens when someone's life was about to take a huge turn. Which secrets is she hiding? Did it have anything to do with her far away origin?

Only when director Dumbledore stands up, does the hall fall back into a heavy, thick silence. 'Sorting hat, please do continue as we can't spend this whole starry night in here.' He speaks with his elderly voice aiming for the enchanted roof that was replicating a night sky full of stars.

'Well then! ' the hat grumbles 'Her house will be...

...Slytherin! '

This time, instead of starting applauding like they would do with every other selected kid, a thick silence covers the room like a mantle. Not even a fly can be heard as she slowly approches Slytherin's table and takes a seat next to the people of her age, the 3rd year.

She sits next to a blackhaired boy, although his hair seems to change color every few minutes by some kind of spell Y/n hasn't heard of before in her life.

As the ceremony continues, the coloured hair guy turns to her with a cheeky smile and whispers: 'Hi! I'm Jimin, nice to meet you, I'll be your guide to this castle and if you want to know how to get to a place, just let me know. I know every corridor and stair in this school' he says while winking his eye.

Y/n doesn't know how to respond after the strange encounter with the sorting hat but she just smiles back awkwardly at him as she turns around to continue watching the sorting ceremony.

┈

The day after, they start their classes. And y/n's first class is also her favourite subject: defense against the dark arts. After breakfast at the dining hall, she takes realizes she has forgotten her pencil case at her room, so she quickly leaves her classmates behind to go grab it.

What she hadn't thought about was the fact that she did not know the school. So as soon as she tries to look for the class she is supposed to be in, she finds herself lost and wandering around corridors and rooms she doesn't know.

At a certain point she distinguishes someone at the other side of the gardens. He looks like Jimin with the colour changing hair, but when she calls his name, the figure ignores it and disappears through a different door.

It takes her 15 more minutes to find her class and by the time she comes in running, the class has already begun. As she notices Snape is writing on the board with his back to the class, she silently tries to get to her sit. That is until a voice makes her stop on her tracks: 'To what do we own the honour of you joining us in this apparently not so interesting class today, Miss y/l/n?

Freak, she thinks to herself. She chooses to remain silent as she knows it's the best choice with a teacher such as Severus Snape.

'Well I do hope that cleaning the potions room this afternoon during your free time will be more interesting than this class for you. And now please tell me, what si the first rule in defense against the dark arts? '

And like this the class starts for y/n with a punishment for being late. What a great start of the school year...

As the clock hits 5 o'clock, y/n leaves Slytherin's common room towards the potions room were Severus is waiting for her. Although when she comes in, she can't find him anywhere. She does find a howler from him there. She opens it carefully: 'MISS Y/N! As you can see, this room hasn't been cleaned since last year's trolls disaster so I expect from you to clean it and sort out all the potions alphabetically. Enjoy! ' and the howler desintegrates in a moment.

Y/n takes a deep breath, says some encouraging words to herself and starts working. She starts by taking away all the dead spiderwebs, no way she is touching the ones that are still being used as she is scared of almost all living creatures on earth.

She then continues by sorting out all the potions' ingredients she can find on the shelves: fluxweed, knottgrass, lacewig flies...

┈

Namjoon is running around the castle like a mad man. He needs to win this game, he wasn't going to be paying next round of butter beers! So he looks frantically for it, not caring about who he was passing by or about the fact that his red and golden tie was half way undone and his shirt untugged.

As he reaches the next door he opens it and asks:' has anyone seen a... '

He doesn't gets to finish the sentence as he sees a strange scenery in front of him. A cute, although he wont admit it, and beautiful girl is sitting on the second to highest shelf of the potions' room holding on for dear life.

'... toad maybe? ' she answers silently looking terrified at the ground. As Namjoon looks down he realizes indeed, there is a toad lying on the floor, staring at the girl like it was wondering what about him was so terrifying.

'Well, well, of it isn't the prophecy girl behaving like a little squirrel right in front of me I wouldn't believe it! ' he says with a ironic voice.

'Ugh great,very witty mister toad, as if I hadn't heard that already. And you are...? '

'Namjoon, Kim Namjoon to be exact. Gryffindor member and 5th year student in Hogwarts. ' he answers quickly. 'Now I recommend you clean this up quickly as I hear your beloved professor Snape walking down this corridor. Good luck miss squirrel!! ' and like that he leaves running with the toad he had just picked up.

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A creacking door, thats all it takes y/n to wake up at midnight. 'Who on earth is walking around at this hour?!' y/n thinks to herself. Without hesitating she stands up from her bed trying not to wake up her roommates in the process. She changes her clothes to more appropriate ones and takes off trying to find the source of the sound.

As she spots someone leaving the common room, she decides this is the right time for an adventure. So she takes her shoes from the rack and puts them on as quickly as the leather laces allow it.

As she slowly looks into the corridor she spots someone turning right into some ascending stairs. She follows him and carefully looks at the stairs while staying behind the wall. It's then that she can distinguish who it was thanks to the moon lighting. She holds in a gasp as she recognizes the color changing hair of Jimin, and what surprises her even more is that, there are two color changing heads! How is that possible?

She decides to find out what is going on and follows them around the castle for what seems like a pretty long time. Until they stop at the kitchen entrance to say some silent words, a password, y/n can't reach to hear. As they get into the kitchen and the door closes back up, y/n approaches the entrance and tries to listen what is going on behind the door.

'... sure no one was following you? ' a voice asks.

'Of course! Who do you think we are?! ' Jimin answers offended.

'Well, I think you guys senses must have been toned down because of the cold, because there is someone listening right behind that door! ' another voice speaks up.

The door opens so suddenly, y/n doesn't even have the chance to turn around to run away.

As she grows accustomed to the lighting of someone's candle, she starts counting the figures standing right in front of her: one, two, three... seven! There are seven of them!

'Miss Squirrel! 'Namjoon exclaims 'what are you doing here? '

'You know her?! ' someone asks.

'What are YOU doing here?! Shouldn't you guys be sleeping? ' she asks angrily after having surpassed her surprise mode.

Namjoon snorts: 'well excuse me if I didn't want to be sleeping like a lame third year student. '

'Hey!' Jimin reacts 'who are you calling... '

'Can we please focus?! We are gonna get caught if we stay here longer! ' a mint haired boy answers. Y/n recognizes him from the common room, a slytherin 5th year student. 'Miss squirrel, or whatever your name is, go back to bed, you shouldn't be here... '

'Eh excuse me, my name is y/n and no way I'm letting you guys go, in fact I think we should all go to bed or we could visit Snape if you prefer that. ' she retorts sarcastically.

It's at that moment they all hear some faint steps coming in their direction. As they all start panicking they jump into action. Someone y/n can't distinguish, grabs her wrist and sturts tugging into the opposite direction of the sound, y/n so scared she doesn't even resist.

They guide her through a small door and a dark corridor lighted only by the candle the first person is carrying. As the adrenaline rises in her blood, y/n doesn't know if what she is hearing are foot steps or her own heart beating in her ears.

The corridor seems endless, but after a left turn, a right one and a left turn again, they find themselves in front of a staircase with a door on top.

A black haired boy that seems to be the oldest instructs them to put the hoods of their capes on and then proceeds to open the door.

The cold air of the night hits y/n like a truck, the air being punched out of her lungs. It's then that she realizes how tired her legs are and how short of breath she is after running what felt like kilometers. Right! They were running because they were being followed!

She turns around with panic written all over her face only to find Namjoon looking strangely at her. God? Had she always been so cute? 'Don't worry miss squirrel, we are safe here. ' he simply comments.

He smoothly passes by her and leaves her jaw dropped behind as they all start walking towards the back entrance of a pub: the Leaky Cauldron.

She collects herself and follows them hesitantly: it was written in the school rules that they weren't allowed to be there after midnight... Also, teachers used to go there to drink! The were gonna get caught!

As if he had read her mind, the other colour haired boy turned to her: ' Don't worry, J-Hope knows the owner and he owns us a favor. We can go through the back entrance and ask for some butter beer to take away. Do you like butter beer? ' he asks casually.

'Yeah...'

'Great! I'm Taehyung by the way, Jimin's younger twin brother, although most people doubt it because he's a Slytherin and I'm a Hufflepuff, but I promise you we were born out of the same womb. In fact... ' he continues talking casually while y/n thoughts go a thousand miles per hour.

So they were twins! That explains a lot! They look alike but at the same time, they are so different. Taehyung is talkative and innocent while Jimin was known for being a little... dirty minded.

' I was always the one to eat second cause...' Y/n snaps back to reality as Taehyung continues narrating his whole infancy to her while they wait for J-Hope to come back out of the pub.

'... and so he was selected for Slytherin while I went to Hufflepuff. A pretty big family drama, but we're okay now so... '

'Omg Taehyung, leave the poor girl alone she is gonna regret not staying with McGonagall in the castle' Jimin says while putting some butter beers down on the wooden table.

They are know in a tree house in the middle of the woods. Sitting around a round table on the floor, very oriental, in y/n's opinion.

As they all acomodate, y/n looks around at the small room the house consists of. It has glass windows to keep the cold outside and even a small stove they use to keep the room warm!

As the last of the boys sit down, the oldest turns to face y/n and starts explaining: ' Hi, I'm Jin and I'm the oldest member of this friend group: the Bangtan boys. We are seven wizards from Korea who moved here to England to study at the best school in the world: Hogwarts. Let me introduce you to the members. The mint haired guy is Yoongi. He is a Slytherin, as you already know. Then it's J-Hope, a 4th year Hufflepuff. And then Namjoon. I'm guessing you already know each other... '

'Yeah... ' you answer shily without looking at him from fear of the redness of your checks getting caught.

'Great! Then there's the twins' he continues' Jimin and Taehyung. And last but not least we got Jungkook, our youngest member. He is a second year student, who is a ravenclaw. And me myself, I'm a Gryffindor. Why don't you introduce yourself to the rest? '

'Well... Hi, I'm y/n. I'm a third year Slytherin student and I'm also from abroad, from Bangladesh to be exact' she tells them while looking at everyone.

'WELL! Cheers to international friends my loves *hiccup* Jungkook screams while lifting his nearly empty pint of butterbeer.

As everyone starts laughing, they all lift their own pints and exclaim: 'Cheers! '

It is then that y/n feels alive again, with a wonderful, new friend group and many stories to tell. Now it is her time to enjoy, and no one was going to ruin it...

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Namjoon has been walking around the castle trying to find some new adventures to live for an hour, when he suddely hears a noise. An unusual noise for him to say the least, always used to the laughter that filled his common room, hearing this now made his heart upset. He starts to follow the sound and when he turns into a dead corner he finds himself in front of a sad scenery.

Sitting on the floor is y/n. With her knees between her arms and her nose buried in them. Crying like there was no tomorrow, sounding so desperate Namjoon has to take a deep breath not to instictively give her the tightest hug of her life.

He slowly aproaches her and he speaks out loud, trying to hold back the arrogant tone he, last time, used with her: 'Y/n, I don't know what's up and you don't have to tell me if you don't want, but please let me help you. '

'There is really nothing you can do, Namjoon. But thank you though, I appreciate it. ' she says while sniffing her nose.

A bit amazed, he wonders what it can be that it's making her so upset. From what he knows and has heard, she is a good student and, although many may not see it, she has a big heart for others. Right then, an idea starts taking form in his mind.

'Then take my hand, I wanna show you something. ' He speaks in a soft voice as he opens his left hand for y/n. Indecisively, she accepts it, slowly standing up from the cold, hard floor.

As he leads her through corridors and moving stairs, the cold air of the night seems to help y/n settle down. Instead of thinking about her problems, she relies on his hands to guide her and closes her eyes so the only thing she can process is the touch of his gentle, soft hands tugging at her so she keeps up the pace.

After what feels seconds but at the same time hours, she suddenly feels him stop. As he turns around, he realizes her eyes have been closed all the time. Slowly, not wanting to scare her, he whispers: 'y/n, you can look now. '

As she opens her eyes, it takes her some time to get her eyes used to the darkness in this corridor. Nevertheless, as they grow accustomed to the little lighting, she starts to distinguish an old, wooden door carved beautifully but terrifying at the same time. So intrinsic that focussing on the details seems to absorb every last bit of energy in her.

She snaps back to reality when she hears Namjoon speak again. 'Y/n, I've brought you here because I wanted to show you two things... ' he pauses. 'There is a spell that can open all doors, all except for ones. Only you can open the doors to your heart and only by following your heart, you'll reach the right path for you. '

She opens her mouth to speak, words dancing on the tip of her tongue. 'I don't think you'll understand what my situation is. ' she finally answers.

' That's why I brought you here' he replies. 'You are the only one that can open your heart, but in this room there is a window to it. Something that will help you realize what it is that you desire. '

After saying this he gives her a soft, reassuring smile. He stands behind her and instructs her to lift up her magic wand. As she does, he whispers a spell in y/n's ear. So soft only she could understand. A word that sends electric sparks through y/n's spine and as she shivers, she pronounces it out loud with a trembling voice: 'alohomora'.

Like a resort that comes loose, the door opens to the inside revealing a circular room. Marvelled by it, y/n slowly, but steadily walks in. Taking a deep breath she savours the smell of wood and as she looks around she realizes the room is empty except for one covered object.

As she reaches the object, Namjoon has surpassed her and reaches out to take the silk sheet off the tall item. And as if magic, an old, majestuous mirror stands in front of her.

'This is the Mirror of Erised' Namjoon speaks ' it shows us the deepest, most desperate desire of our hearts. Go ahead and take a look y/n. This is your window, go look inside. ' he encourages her.

Y/n sets a step back to have a full vision on the image the mirror is displaying. But the only thing she sees is a scared girl clutching her wand for dear life. Until... Until the image starts to change.

She grows older, into her late twenties. Her outfit changes color, it becomes a long, white dress... A wedding dress! And she is looking at someone, she can't distinguish who, his face is so... common, it could be anyone. But she looks in love, she is smiling with her whole body.

Suddenly the image looks at her. As y/n slowly starts to walk to her older self, so does the image and as she elevates her hand to touch the mirror, the image disappears and she is left looking back at her young self.

This whole time Namjoon has been looking at her reactions, trying to read y/n as if she was one more of his books. He couldn't see what she was seeing in the mirror's reflection. But when she suddenly touched the mirror, he knew something was wrong. Like she had cut herself glass she takes her hand back. With wild eyes she gives him one last look. And just like that, she starts running.

Aimlessly she runs and runs around the school hoping to loose Namjoon and finding some quiet place for herself. When her lungs start to feel like they are on fire and her heart threatens to jump out of her chest, she stops on her tracks. She can recognize where she is: the stables where the pegasi sleep. As she approaches an empty stable, she lies on the ground and closes her eyes hoping for the morning to never come as she needs to think about her most difficult life choice.

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The next few weeks, y/n spends the time wandering around the castle. She manages to stay hidden from Namjoon, while his words of the last time still stay with her like a splinter in her heart.

She also wants to stay away from the Mirror's room. She is afraid of what she had seen as she knows, one day, she would have to face the truth and fight for her dreams. This all, if she chooses for her own destiny of course, and that is a choice she didn't want to make just yet. But as the end of the school year neared and so her return to her hometown, she is aware her time is coming.

Days pass by and y/n doesn't change her technique: she hides from Namjoon everytime she hears his voice and only talks to the other Bangtan boys when she truly needs some help with her classes.

But one day, after a long class of defense against the dark arts, she finds herself wandering around the castle yet again. Although this time, she chooses a different path, she doesn't knows why, but she feels a driving force that lures her into a very specific place of the castle. It isn't until she is standing in front of that same wooden door that she realizes: the Mirror of Erised is right behind there.

She takes her wand and murmurs that one spell she hadn't forgotten. 'Alohomora' and like that, the door opened once again, to her biggest fear but also her biggest desire.

She walks in and silently closes the door behind her. And she stands again in front of the mirror, but this time, she was facing it alone. As the image starts to change, she distinguishes the same scenario she had once seen: herself in her late twenties, happily getting married to an unknown man.

But after some short time, the image changes. This time she has a few white hairs. She is still with that man, but this time, they are surrounded by three children. A kid, a toddler and a baby she is holding.

She gasps, and takes a step forward and, just like the first time, when she goes to touch the mirror, the image disappears.

She is left alone with her heartbeat and the words that Namjoon once told her that still resonate in her head: You are the only one that can open your heart, but in this room there is a window to it.

Is this what she truly desires? She isn't sure, but one thing is for sure: she would be coming back to look into that mirror.

Like this, the room of the Mirror of Erised continues appearing in front of her as she wanders around the school. Day after day she spends hours watching her happy reflection have a life full of laughter. Never touching the mirror as she is afraid that the image will disappear and so her dreams.

But slowly, the images start to change. That man starts to get charasteristic face features. At first, she doesn't recognize him, but then she slowly starts seeing similarities between the image and someone she knows. Of course she doesn't want to believe it and as time passes by and the image gets clearer she decides the mirror is wrong.

Still, she continues visiting the room. She spends her free hours there, in the sweet silence that accompanies that beautiful life movie she was able to watch and live through the mirror. And even accepts that, maybe it was him the one she desires.

It is that, that she is thinking one day when she suddenly hears a noise behind her. She turns around and watches the door open to let a person in. She can't distinguish him in the darkness at first, but when he comes into the light the mirror reflects, she recognizes the dorky, gryffindor boy that had brought her here for the first time: Kim Namjoon.

He looks surprised at her, not having expected her to be here as he thought he had scared her off the last time he had seen her. She looks pale and tired, as if she hadn't slept a single minute for the last two weeks. And so thin her chubby cute cheeks had disappeared and the only thing remaining where her cheekbones under her beautiful chocolate-coloured eyes.

Y/n quickly recovers and turns around to go back into her reflection, but as she frantically looks into the mirror she realizes it's gone for good. She doesn't know if it's the image having disappeared or if it's her not being alone for the first time in some long weeks that makes her break down.

Right as she let's goes and falls into the ground, Namjoon catches her and while holding her tight he sits them both on the floor. As he sushes her and rocks her from side to side he just mumbles things to try to calm her, focussing on his tone and not on what he is saying.

They spend hours like this, holding onto each other for dear life, Namjoon whispering sweet nothings into her ears as she cries her heart out onto his chest. And it is his soft whispering that starts to calm y/n down. As she sniffs and looks back up at him, he can see the sadness gathered in the pearls at the corner of her eyes.

It break his heart and his voice trembles when he speaks loud for the first time since he walked into the room: ' y/n, I'm here for you, I want to help you. But I can't do so unless you tell me what it is that it is making you go under like this. Talk to me, tell me what it is that you see on the mirror. '

She is unsure, she knows no one can help her. Her destiny has been decided for her a long time ago. But she has been carrying this secret for way too long. The weight of it making her heart age by the minute. And so she turns around, still in Namjoon's embrace, to look at her reflection once again.

With a shaky voice she starts to talk: 'I see... I can see my life. I am happy, very happy and all of my dreams are becoming true. I marry a man of my choice that I love and have kids with him. We grow old and spend the rest of our lives together. '

As she speaks, Namjoon heart starts to break, he shouldn't have expected nothing, but yet here he was, that's what he was here for. To see if that was what he desired. His hopes started leaving him with every word she pronounced until...

'And the man I'm with... He is the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. With bronzed cheeks and deep, black, dragon eyes... ' she turns around, and as she looks into those same eyes, she speaks up: 'it's you Namjoon, it's you that I can see myself living my life with. You and only you make me happy. I've come to realize that the last few days, but... '

But she can't finish her phrase as suddenly two soft, plump lips are crushing into her, into a sweet but desperate kiss. She is startled, her eyes open as she never would have expected such a response from him. But as he sweetly starts moving his pillow-like lips against her, her eyes fall close and she starts to follow his rhythm. Soft at the beginning, but frantic by the end, trying to connect to each other not only as much as possible at physical levels, but also emotionally. Their tongues dancing to an eccentric song that only them can hear. But as the oxigen starts to desappear and their lungs start to fill with fire they break their kiss to lean onto each other's foreheads.

Breathing heavily, Namjoon speaks up: 'y/n, I love you. I've loved you since the first day I met you, I just didn't know until now. I came here because I was confused by what I was feeling and wanted to look into the mirror. But now I know, I don't need no mirror to tell me you are the most important thing in my life.'

Still short of breath, y/n can't process what she is hearing. So, the life she so much desired was still a possibility? Still her family would never accept it. What was the point of trying then? Softly, with tears wielding in her eyes, she answers: 'Namjoon...oh Namjoon, God knows I love you more than my life and would do anything to be with you. But our love is an impossible love as my destiny has already been chosen for me. '

Namjoon can't believe what he is hearing. What could possibly be her destiny that she wasnt allowed to be with him? Lovingly, he looks at her: 'y/n, I don't care what kind of trouble you are in, I want to help you, but for that, you need to talk to me and tell me about it.'

'I just... Okay, I guess you need to know the truth if I have to hurt you anyways. '

Namjoon wants to speak up to this comment, but he doesn't want to scare her off, so he silently stares at her as she sits back and starts her story.

[katsukis-sad-angel]

A/N: love, i didn't even HAVE a rules post when i got this ask. i found this little story buried in the little nooks and crannies in my very disorganized fanfiction google docs ahaha. this is going to be a series okay? i can't fit everything in one fic but i LOVE you're prompt :)

Since the moment he’d entered the apartment, you were interested.

Well... interested was an understatement.

A big one.

You had rushed to the door like you always did when your dad finally got home, ready to give the dark-haired teacher a huge hug, a kiss on his scruffy cheek, and a ‘Welcome back pops!’ but instead, you’d stopped in your tracks, greeting dying on your lips as the hottest boy you’d ever laid eyes on came through the door instead.

His lilac-tinted eyes locked onto yours before he had crossed the threshold and their hypnotic shade had you rooted to the spot until Aizawa gave you a scratchy kiss on the forehead and a light squeeze before introducing you to his quote on quote “... quote on quote apprentice, Hitoshi Shinso. I brought him so we could practice his aerial building travel.”

You nodded, suddenly shy. “U-Uh um c-cool.”

You smile slightly, giving him a thumbs-up, “I-I’ll start dinner. Anything you want?”

“Forget that,” Aizawa groaned, stretching his calf on the window sill, “Order a pizza. Shinso is staying.”

With that, he climbed out the window and up the fire escape to the roof.

Now you were alone with the indigo-haired, indigo-eyed boy. As you turned to grab your phone, you notice he had arms like that of a statue; bulky, yet toned biceps lead up to thick, broad shoulders that made you blush as you searched for a suitable pizza company to order from. He looked extremely tired; dark circles that could rival your father’s had carved themselves a home above his cheekbones.

You could see the defined chest and abdomen through his black tank top as he searched through his duffle bag for his gloves and capture weapon, not totally oblivious to the fact that you were completely zoned out and greedily drinking in his immense masculine beauty.

“Kiyoko’s.” He said, tugging a glove on.

“Wh-What?” You squeak, starting from your trance.

“Kiyoko’s pizza. It’s close by and they have a really good stuffed crust.” He murmured, tightening the straps on his boots.

“Oh.” You respond, tapping on the link and looking at their page, “I wouldn’t know. Pops never lets me order fast food. You want anything specific?”

“I’ll eat whatever, just no mushrooms. Those are literally the bane of my existence.” He responds flatly, rolling his neck and turning his head to the open window to hide his own rosy blush.

You were so fucking cute… how was someone so breathtaking related to Shota Aizawa of all people?

As soon as he hopped out onto the rusty fire escape, you followed and stuck your head out the window before they completely disappeared into the night, “Don’t fall.” You call up to them.

Aizawa peeks over the edge and Shinsou looks down at you.

“I won’t let him.” Your father chuckles, “We’ll be back in a few hours.”

You nod and smile, retreating back into the house and shutting the window. Then you grab your phone and disappear into your room to finish your homework.

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Not twenty minutes later, you heard a thump and a frantic knocking on the window. Sensing the urgency, you shot up from your seat on the couch and rushed to open the window.

Aizawa squeezed into the room, Shinso’s limp body in his arms.

“Pops-?” “Quirk. Now.” He rasped, laying his student on the floor and tearing away the remainder of his blood-soaked shirt, revealing a deep cut extending from the curve of his right collarbone to the base of his sternum.

Blood poured from the wound and began to puddle on the floor under him.

You were frozen in place as your stomach twisted at the sight of it all.

“Y/N!”

“S-Sorry!” You whimper and quickly kneel down and place your hands a few inches over the wound and activate your quirk. You and your father watched as the wound sucked blood back into itself and the muscle and tissue fibers re-wove themselves together until all that remained was an almost invisible scar in its place.

All of that studying with Recovery Girl had definitely paid off.

You sat back on your heels, sighing with relief.

Aizawa lifted Shinsou out of his mess of blood on the floor and onto the couch. You watched as he checked the boy’s pulse, then also breathed a sigh of relief.

He looked up at your trembling form and held his arms out and you let out a choked cry and fell into your father’s embrace.

“I’m proud of you.” He stated, stroking your head, “You did well under pressure and saved his life.”

He squeezed your hands.

“But how?” You whimpered, “That was really serious, what were you guys doing?”

“We were only a few buildings away. Shinso didn’t wrap his capture weapon well enough and it came loose. Something on the side of the building cut him open before I could get him.”

You sighed and looked at the boy’s face which had become even paler than before he lost blood.

“He needs to be warm.” You huff, standing up and retrieving a thick blanket from the closet and spreading it out over his shirtless body before sitting back down with your father.

“Did you order the pizza?” He asked softly, rubbing your back gently.

You were still trembling. It was hardly noticeable but he noted every little fidget you made with your hands and the hem of your big sweatshirt.

“Yeah I did. He told me to order from this place called ‘Kiyoko’s’. I didn’t think you’d mind something new.” You whispered, pushing some stray hair out of your face, orbs still trained on the motionless body before you.

“That’s good.” Aizawa agreed, “He’ll have something familiar to wake up to.”

[bnha-mha-imagines]

Hi! Um, my engilsh is not perfect, but i hope you will understand me. :> May i request imagine/headcanons/whatever you comfortable with for Deku/Bakugou/Kirishima/Todoroki s/o's who secretly has rat in dormroom and only Koda know it, because he's sometimes help s/o with it? And one time that rat leave the cage so s/o running around dorms and looking for it with Koda and it was found by choosen boy? If you can't write it, that's fine! Stay hydrated and happy! ~P.C.

Hello love! Your English is fine ;) this request was so cute! ALSO I made this rat meme, please enjoy, LOL.

Bakugo, Deku, Todoroki, Kirishima finding their s/o’s secret lost rat

Warnings: None :)

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U.A. had a strict no pet policy for the dorms, but how could you possibly part with your beloved rat? No, the mere thought of leaving your whiskery friend at home with your parents was completely out of the question! So, during move-in, you snuck their cage in by disguising it as a storage box. Ha! You beat the system. 

    Taking care of a rat wasn’t too high maintenance. You never had to take them outside like you would a dog, and they weren’t as mischievous as a cat, so keeping your pet hidden was easy enough! You just had to move their cage to the closet during dorm inspections or whenever someone visited. 

    But, your secret didn’t last long when Koda discovered your little buddy one day. You weren’t sure how he had found out about your rat, but one day during class he passed you a note that said “They are cute! :3” with a little crude doodle of a rat on it. When you read it, you felt yourself choke and your knee hit painfully against the bottom of your desk.

    Turning your head to Koda with wide eyes, he gave you a small smile. Anxiety coursed through you for the remainder of class, and you made sure to catch his elbow when you were dismissed. Pulling him down to your height, you whispered quickly into his ear. “How do you know?! Did you tell anyone?!” Though you frightened him with your vigor, Koda managed to get out that he was the only one who knew because of his quirk.

    Feeling relieved, you soon learned that Koda would keep your secret so long as you allowed him to visit for a playdate with your little friend every now and then. You managed to go for two months like this: Koda would on occasion come to play and help take care of little ratigan, and you were able to keep them without fear of anyone finding out. That was, until one morning, you found you had left the cage door open the night before and they escaped…

Bakugo:

    Bakugo wasn’t sure what was going on with you. You had come to class that morning all fidgety with an anxious look on your face, and everytime he asked you about it you would brush him off. It was getting frustrating, because he knew you were hiding something from him. You were a terrible liar. 

    He got a little snappy at you, demanding you tell him since it was clearly bothering you so much. But, as much as he tried to worm it out of you, your lips were sealed. By the time class was let out, you had practically bolted back to the dorms with Koda. Bakugo felt his eyes narrow. So it was something the two of you both knew. 

    As much as he tried not to be, Bakugo was upset you had chosen to share something with Koda and not him. Wasn’t he your boyfriend? Not Koda. So why were you hiding things from him? Slightly suspicious and a bit envious, Bakugo swore to himself that he’d find out your little secret one way or another. If Koda got to know, then sure as hell he deserved to.

    When Bakugo caught you both sneaking around the hallways, his suspicions were multiplied. What the hell were you doing? Hiding behind the corner, Bakugo glared at the two of you as you frantically clicked your tongues and crawled on the floor as if looking for something.

    As he stared at your odd behavior, Bakugo felt something gently tug at his foot. Turning his face downward, he let out a yelp as he saw a rather large rat nibbling at his shoelace. No doubt had he alerted you both, but he couldn’t care less. His attention was focused on the rodent currently trying to eat his shoe. Bending down, Bakugo grabbed the rat by the tail and lifted him up. “What the…?” his eyebrows knitted in confusion.

    You and Koda were there in a few seconds, and there was no denying the panicked yet relieved look on your face. “B-Bakugo!!” you started, hands already reaching for the rat. Koda had a frightened expression on his face, eyes flitting between you and the glare on Bakugo’s face. 

    “You seem rather familiar with this thing. Care to explain?” he eyes fixed you in place as you held your mischievous pet close to your chest. You nodded your head, clearly caught red handed. You brought Bakugo to your room so that you could explain in privacy. Though your boyfriend was a little angry that you didn’t trust him enough to share your secret, he promised to keep it. 

    “You owe me one, idiot.” You made sure to give him lots of attention and kisses that week.

 Deku:

    Midoriya was meant to meet at your dorm so you could walk to class together. When he arrived, he didn’t expect to see you and Koda running a muck in your dorm, tearing the whole place up. “Uh… (Y/n)? What are you doing?” When you looked at him, worry etched all over your face, he felt his heart sink. “Are you okay?”

    With stressed tears threatening to spill, you hurried into his arms for an embrace. Feeling his hands rub comforting circles in your back, you admitted to him that you lost your pet rat. Though he was surprised to hear that you had been harboring a stowaway, he knew it wasn’t the time to question you on it. “It’s okay, (Y/n), we’ll find them.” 

    Setting his bag on your bed, he quickly checked his watch. You had ten minutes to look before you had to go to class. With you, Koda, and himself all looking for your rat, surely you could find them! They couldn’t have gone far. 

    After taking a moment to console you, the three of you all set out to go search the dorms for your lost rat. You split up to cover more ground on the floor, searching as quickly as you could. As Midoriya hurried down the halls, he made sure to carefully watch every one of his steps. He didn’t want to accidentally step on your little friend! 

    Walking into the kitchen, Izuku carefully ignored some of the students eating their breakfasts. Trying to think logically, Izuku knew rodents often got into dried foods. With this in mind, Midoriya made sure to check every one of the cupboards. As he opened one of the higher cupboards, he swore he heard a slight scritching. 

    Pausing to listen, he traced the sound to a box of cereal. Lifting it down to his height, Izuku peered into the box to see two tiny eyes looking right back up at him. With a soft gasp, Izuku reached into the cereal to grab the fuzzy friend, hiding them under his shirt carefully. Making sure to toss out the ruined food, Izuku tried to play off a casual air as he hurried back to your dorm. After sending you a text, you had raced back to your room in only two minutes. Seeing your rat safely resting in their cage, you threw your arms around your soft boyfriend. “Thank you thank you thank you, Izuku!” You peppered him with kisses, knowing you owed him an explanation later. 

Kirishima:

    Kirishima had noticed how uneasy you were at class, with you shooting Koda a look every now and then. He wasn’t sure what was bothering the two of you so much, and everytime he asked you about it you would laugh it off. Not wanting to push you, Kirishima just made a mental note to check in on you at the end of the day.

    When class finally let out, Kirishima meant to meet you so you could walk back to the dorms together like you always did; but, he was surprised to see you already booking it back with Koda. He was confused. What was going on that had you both so anxious? Kirishima walked back with Bakugo and Denki, a troubled look on his face. 

    Walking into the dorms, Kirishima had already tuned out his friend’s conversation, very concerned about your stressed behavior. Suddenly, he was jolted out of his thoughts when Kaminari let out a loud, “Oh shit, a rat!” Hearing his friend, Kirishima laughed and turned to look at Denki, who no doubt was mimicking the motions of the meme. But, he was surprised to see Kaminari with wide eyes, staring down the hall. 

    Following his look, Kirishima blinked when he saw that there actually was a literal rat casually walking down the hallway. From beside him, he heard Bakugo let out a disgusted noise. “Gross. This place better not be infested with those shits.” Noticing Bakugo raise his arm to blast the rat, Kirishima quickly grabbed his elbow to stop him.

    “W-Wait dude! It looks domesticated, it might be someone’s!” Kirishima bent down and picked up the lazy rodent who seemed grateful for the chance to rest their paws. “See? It’s even comfortable with people. It has to be someone’s pet.” Bakugo tsked, standing a safe distance from the rat while Kaminari got closer to tap it’s head with his forefinger. 

    “Isn’t there a no pet policy?” Kaminari mused, petting the fuzzy friend. “What are we going to do with it?” Kirishima held the fat rat with both of his hands against his chest, the friendly little thing already curling up against him.

    “I’ll just hold on to it for now,” Kirishima decided, figuring the owner of the rat will have to turn up eventually. Bidding farewell to his friends, Kirishima retreated to his dorm, but not before texting you a picture of the little guy. Maybe if you saw something cute, you’d feel less stressed? He was startled to hear a desperate knocking at his door, and holding the rat against him, he opened the door to see you with a wide eyed expression.

    “There you are!” You gasped in relief, swooping in to take the rat from his hands. Kirishima blinked. Was this your rat? You stepped inside to explain the situation to him, how you had been sneakily housing a rat and had lost them that morning. By the end of it, Kirishima was grinning. 

    “You, breaking the rules? Wow, (Y/n), that’s pretty manly!” he ruffled your hair. Needless to say, Kirishima would be making a lot of visits to your dorm to play with his new friend!

Todoroki:

    Todoroki could tell you were anxious about something, but he could not for the life of him figure out what. He already tended to struggle with things like that, but the fact that you avoided telling him why made it all the harder for him. He wasn’t a mind reader, afterall. So he just left you alone, figuring you wanted time on your own to figure things out. If you needed help, he trusted you to come to him when you need it. 

    But, he was still worried all the same. You didn’t talk much during lunch, instead turning your attention to your phone. Todoroki side eyed your phone, trying to catch a glimpse at the name of who you were texted so feverishly. Was that...Koda’s name? Not wishing to disrespect any more of your privacy, Todoroki shifted his eyes away. He was confused even more. Since when did you talk to Koda so much?

    When Todoroki walked back to the dorms with you, he noticed how briskly you were walking. Did you have somewhere to be? Once you reach the lobby, you gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and disappeared off to who knows where, leaving Todoroki in a state of perplexity. 

    Trying not to dwell on it, he makes his way back to his room. Slipping off his shoes, he shimmied his feet into his slippers...before suddenly reeling back from them. Something was moving in his right slipper! Staring at it, surprised, Todoroki watched as a fat rat lazily poked its head out, one sleepy eye cracked open. It seemed his foot had woken it from a nap. 

    As you and Koda searched the halls to no avail, you were beginning to feel dread overwhelm you. You were filled with worry at all the possibilities of what could have happened to your beloved pet. Dejected, you walked back to your dorm to check your room for the 3rd time. Opening the door, you halted as you spotted Todoroki on your bed...with your rat on his head! Todoroki’s eyes met yours instantly. “I found a rat,” he said, as if you might have missed that fact.

    Gasping, you hurried toward him, grasping his hand. “Todoroki, you found them! That’s my pet rat!” Todoroki’s face scrunched in confusion, and you quickly told him your story. When you had finished, Todoroki nodded slightly, taking care not to have the rat slip off from his head.

    “I see,” he said, a slight smirk forming on his face. “Since I found your rat, I get to keep them now.” Your eyes widened and you tugged on his sleeve, protests already leaving your mouth. Taking the rat down from his head, Todoroki quickly leaned in to silence you with a kiss. “It’s okay, (Y/n),” he teased. “You’ll get visiting hours.” You tsked, rolling your eyes. Your boyfriend was such a dork.