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ladyinwriting18 · 11 months ago

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A Loyal Death Eater (Severus Snape x Reader)

Summary: Severus comes home to find he's been left a gift from The Dark Lord--you.

Words: 4901 Warnings: PIV, Human Given As A Gift, Master/Servant, Pet Names, Fingering, Oral Male Receiving, Dirty Talk. Author's Note: Hiiii if you know me then welcome back--WILL I EVER STICK TO ONE FANDOM TO WRITE FOR? The answer is no lol If this is your first time reading my writing then welcome! I hope you enjoy my first ever Snape one-shot!

Severus Snape is tired. So very tired. Tired of living this double life. Death Eater. The Order. Following Dumblerdor’s orders. Secretly protecting Harry. Funneling particular information to Voldemort for the sake of keeping up appearances. All while teaching potions. The vein in his temple throbs at the mere thought of his students. He doesn’t want to think about them now. He doesn't want to think about anything. All Severus Snape wants is to bury his face into a pillow. And that’s exactly his plan as he walks into his home and heads up the stairs towards his room... That is until he notices the piece of parchment stuck to the bedroom door. He’s immediately on high alert. Tension has his spine straight and his shoulders up by his ears. With his wand drawn, he creeps closer, ready to hex whatever intruder has managed to sneak into his home. But the signature at the bottom gives him pause. Why the hell was The Dark Lord leaving him handwritten notes? Dark eyes scan the entire letter. “To my most loyal Death Eater. I’ve left you a gift. A reward for all of your hard work. Use it however you wish and dispose of it when you’re done with it.” Severus raises a brow. It? What exactly was waiting for him on the other side of the door?

There was only one way to find out. With a heavy sigh, he pushes open the door, but what he finds stops him dead in his tracks. A woman sits kneeling on the floor beside his bed. Your head is bowed with your hands placed palms up atop your thighs. But the most shocking thing is that you’re completely naked except for a black and green garter belt on your right thigh. “What is the meaning of this?” he commands, still in a mild state of shock at the scene before him. You, however, do not stir, keeping your body still. “Hello, Master. It is a pleasure to meet you. How may I serve you tonight?” Your voice is warm…feminine…inviting. It draws Severus in and has him stepping into the room. But the closer he gets to you, the more your words sink in. “Forgive me…serve me?” You nod. “Yes, Master. I belong to you now. For as long as you want me.” The realization hits him like a bludger to the face. “You’re…my gift.” You nod again. “From the Dark Lord.” “And why would the Dark Lord send me a human as a gift?” The disgust in his voice isn’t directed at you, but you respond nonetheless. “To use as you see fit. I am yours and any desire my Master has is mine to fulfill.” He doesn’t know a single soul alive or dead who wouldn’t be tempted by such an offer. And though his heart had been lowered into the ground on the same day that Lily’s body was, he is still a man. A man with needs that he hasn’t even dreamt of allowing himself to feel. He’s standing directly in front of you now. “Look at me,” he commands You eagerly obey, and look up at him with large doe eyes. You stare at him with your gaze filled with willingness. He searches your eyes, attempting to find even an ounce of fear or disgust but finds nothing but devotion. As if you truly want nothing more than to serve.

His mouth goes dry and all of his body’s blood supply seems to be traveling south to his cock. This is wrong. Who knows what the Dark Lord had threatened you with…or where he had stolen you from. But everything about you screams submission. It awakens a darker side of himself. One that he hasn’t felt stirring since he was a young, newly appointed Death Eater. Back then Lucius Malfoy would hire girls and throw secret parties down in the dungeons below his estate. It was at these “parties” that Severus found his proclivity for knots…and magically binding girls to the ceiling so he could fuck them until they were begging to cum. It’s a time that he wishes he could scrub clean. Not only from his mind but from the history books of his life. Shame had accompanied him at those parties because he knew this was a part of him that he couldn’t share with Lilly. Even if James Potter had never been in the picture and Lilly had somehow been his. She was too lovely and sweet for that sort of depravity. She would have never enjoyed such things. And he would never— “Master?” Your voice pulls him from his thoughts, his eyes focusing back on you just as you reach out to take his hand. Your grip is so light, almost as if you’re worried your touch will offend him. “I want to please you. Want to give you whatever it is you need. Please? All I want is to be a good girl for you.” A good girl. His cock throbs. How you knew exactly what to say, baffles him. Perhaps you were a skilled Legilimens—allowing you a peek into his thoughts. Either way, you said the phrase that never failed to stop him in his tracks. He grips your hand more firmly and lets his other move to your cheek—to see if you’ll flinch at his touch. But, bloody hell, you lean into his palm and press your lips to the pad of his thumb. Never once averting your gaze. He lets out a breath that he wasn’t aware he was holding. You’re all his. “You said you’ll fulfill any request?” His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, opening it to reveal the tiniest bit of the inside of your mouth. “Anything,” you concur. His mind races with endless possibilities. He hasn’t tapped into this part of himself in years. It makes him antsy to claim you. But Severus Snape is not a rash man. He does not allow his emotions to make him sloppy. He is cunning and calculating. And more importantly, he knows exactly how he’ll have you prove yourself. He slides his foot forward, placing his black leather dress shoe in front of you. “Kiss it.” Immediately, you obey, positioning yourself on all fours before leaning down to press your lips to the tip. But you don’t stop there. In fact, you cover the entire top of his shoe with kisses. With each kiss, you let out a soft, sweet noise–as if this act of obedience is actually bringing you pleasure.

Severus lets out a rough command, “Don’t stop.” You don’t, lowering your upper body further onto the floor, but purposely keeping your hips in the air to showcase the curve of your ass. Your kisses turn to licks, making the top of his boot glisten with your spit. The sight of both almost makes him lose control. “Keep going,” he says through clenched teeth, feeling his cock pulsing within the constraints of his pants. You pull your torso off the floor, moving closer to him so you can start kissing and nuzzling your way up the length of his leg. Not once do you break eye contact. You look at him without fear, without disgust, without judgment.

It's an unusual occurrence for him. He’s used to his students being intimidated by the mere mention of his name. Even in his school days, he had never been known as a looker. But this is different. You are different. You look at him with reverence and lust while you continue your path up his leg. However, once you reach his groin, you stop and sit back on your heels. You return to your earlier position, with your feet tucked under you and your hands resting palms up atop your knees. You’re so submissive. It’s perfection. “You’re waiting for my command, aren’t you?” he asks, moving his hand to hover over the bulge in his pants.

Your eyes dart at the movement of his hand that’s now slowly rubbing his erection through his pants. You seem transfixed but still manage to reply.

“Yes, Master. I’m your property. My sole purpose is to please you.”

“My property?” he breathes, freeing his aching cock from his trousers.

He watches with satisfaction when your eyes widen at the sight of it.

You only nod, too busy watching as he starts to slowly stroke the shaft of his cock. He does this more to tease you than for his own pleasure. It clearly works because you fidget ever so slightly. “You’re my property,” he repeats, louder to refocus you. “My beautiful…little good girl.” Severus pants between words, stroking himself with a firmer grip.

“Yes, Master,” you moan with a lick of your lips. “I’m your good girl.”

“Then prove it by sucking your Master’s cock.”

You almost take him by surprise with how fast you rise onto your knees. Gently, you nudge his hand away before wrapping your own around the base of his cock. You hold eye contact with him while tracing your tongue over the veins in his shaft. “You taste so good,” you moan out and drag your tongue along the underside until you reach the tip. You clearly know what you’re doing. Severus swears his heart beats in time with the flicking of your tongue. Your hand and mouth work simultaneously—tugging firmly while playfully licking. That is until your hand falls away so you can swallow his cock whole. “Bloody hell,” he swears, involuntarily bucking his hips forward.

Pleased by his reaction, you hum and tighten your lips around him as you pick up your pace, bobbing your head up and down while sucking him off. He watches you intently. His dark brown eyes burn almost black as you suck him off like your life depended on it. “The good girl is enjoying this, isn’t she?” he hotly whispers, cock stiffening in your mouth. You nod with a mischievous twinkle in your eye. The sounds of you slurping and sucking with such passion sends Severus into a frenzy. His fingers twitch with the need to touch you. Your mouth is warm and so fucking inviting, like his cock was always meant to be there. He wants…no—needs more. No longer able to keep his hands to himself, Severus’ hand grips the back of your head. Long, nimble fingers tangle within the locks of your hair and start to move you up and down at just the right pace. Obeying his physical commands, you allow him to fuck your mouth while you drool all over him. So much so that he can feel saliva dripping onto his balls. Fuck you were messy. He loves it. Almost too much. But you’re looking at him with an affectionate gaze and it only makes him want more. Both of his hands grip onto your head, thrusting his hips forward so he could slam his cock into your throat. Your hands grab his thighs to try to hold yourself steady and not gag. “That’s it,” he grunts, “choke on your Master’s cock.” You groan with brows knitting together while saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. Severus would have thought he was being too rough if it wasn’t for your crumpled, pleasure-stricken face. He allows himself a moment to take you all in, wanting to commit you to his memory. So that when you’re gone, he’ll still have this image of you prettily sucking his cock. That’s when he notices you pressing your thighs together. Fire pools within his rib cage. You’re actually getting off on this. On pleasing him. On gagging on him. On obeying him. Suddenly, having you down on your knees isn’t enough. “Stand up,” he commands and forcefully pulls away, slipping his cock from your mouth. You take a moment to catch your breath and wipe the spit from your chin. Wanting to give you time to compose yourself, he keeps himself busy by stripping fully out of his clothing and casting a quick protection and contraceptive spell with a few flicks of his wand. By the time you’re on your feet, he’s standing before you naked. Your eyes run over his form and take a step forward with hands outstretched as if you want to touch. He doesn’t give you the chance. Instead, he places his hands on your shoulders and pushes you backward until your knees hit the side of his bed and you fall back onto the mattress with a surprised yelp. Your gaze shifts, looking at him towering over you with large eyes. He steps forward, nudging your knees apart with his leg. “Be a good girl and open wider for me.” Your knees fall apart, giving him a full view of your cunt.

“You’re so wet,” he breathes, in awe that you’re already dripping when he hasn’t so much as touched you. Calloused fingertips run up your inner thighs. The skin there is tender so you shiver until they make contact with your cunt and a chorus of sweet melodies leave your parted lips. You greedily grind into his touch, already wanting more. With a grin, he enjoys himself as he plays with you. He prods your opening and watches your eyelids flutter close. “What a needy cunt you have.” He means it as a compliment, but it’s laced with a snark that’s meant to embarrass you. It works, color flushing over your cheeks. “It’s your cunt now, Master. All of me is yours.” It’s clear that being owned is a massive turn-on for you. And if he’s honest, he’s more than happy to play this game. “That’s right,” he breathes, fingers tracing up towards your clit. “Every inch of you is mine. Including your clit.” He applies pressure to the sensitive bud, causing you to whine and twitch. You nearly come undone from how skillfully he draws circles on your clit. But every time you buck your hips forward, his fingers move away. “More Master. Please, give me more.” You whine and twitch, pleading sweetly. So sweetly that it’s impossible for him to continue teasing you. His fingers move to your entrance, and he plunges them inside your tightness. You cry out in surprise, both hands grabbing ahold of the arm pressed between your thighs. His fingers are long and thick, moving in and out in slick quick thrusts. He finger fucks you mercilessly and you love it.

You toss your head back, mouth falling open wide as you moan towards the ceiling.

Severus leans in, caging you beneath his body, and nuzzles his nose along the side of your face. His body is pressed against yours now and you gasp at the feeling of his hard cock leaking precum on your thigh. “Master…” you whimper, and he chuckles before whispering hotly into your ear. “This belongs to me as well. This tight dripping cunt is mine. Is that understood?” he asks while picking up the pace of his fingers. You struggle to respond, tripping over your words but he doesn’t relent—wanting you to work through the pleasure. “Y-Yes. Yes, Master! I-I understand.” He hums his praise, calling you a good girl before falling silent. For the next few minutes, the only sounds heard are the sounds of your desperate cries and the wet squelching sounds of your cunt. Your orgasm is drawing closer, threatening to take you over. “I…I’m going to–” But your words aren’t needed because Severus knows what a woman looks like before she’s about to cum. “I know, sweet thing,” he cuts you off, looking at you and holding eye contact. “But cumming for me is a privilege. One you must ask for.” You nod your head, gripping his arm tighter, “May I cum? Please let me cum for my Master?” With a proud grin, he says the three most glorious words. “Cum for me.” The permission is all you need, the cord inside you snapping.

Your body goes rigid and your ability to speak is replaced with breathy, unrestrained moans. Your orgasm hits you hard, but it’s only when you limply slump back onto the mattress that he carefully removes his fingers from you. They’re soaked in your juices. Severus suddenly finds himself very parched. You’re looking up at him with a flushed face and glossed-over eyes but are clearly too focused on catching your breath. So, he lets you watch as he brings his fingers to his mouth to suck them clean. You make a noise of surprise, mesmerized by his mouth. Satisfied with this small taste of you, he releases his fingers with a soft ‘pop’. “Mmmh, delicious.” “I’m glad Master thinks so. Thank you for letting me cum,” you murmur politely.

And just when he thought you couldn’t be any more perfect. Sitting beside you on the bed, he grabs your upper arms and hauls you towards him. He crashes his lips onto yours, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You return the kiss in a flurry of passion as your hands begin to roam freely over his body. Starting from his shoulder, you trail your hands down his bare chest to his hip bones. He moans into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your soft hands and the way you gently suck at his tongue. Your hands continue downward until your fingertips brush against his still very hard cock. He breaks the kiss with a smirk. “Is there something you want, Little One?” You brush your lips against his with a nod. “I want to help my Master to cum.” He can already guess what you’re about to say, but still, Severus tucks a lock of hair behind your ear and whispers, “And how do you plan to do that?” “However you’d like me to.” Your answer is immediate but something tells him it isn’t the entire truth. His fingers grip your jaw, tilting it so you’re forced to maintain eye contact with him. “Tell me how you want to make your Master cum.” With wide eyes, the truth pours from your mouth like uncorked wine. “My cunt. Please use my cunt.” Your plea is so desperate that he doesn’t waste any more time leaning in closer until you have to shift your position to lay back on the bed. With a nudge to your thighs, your legs part to accommodate him as he places a hand beside your head, trapping you beneath him. He’s settled between your thighs now with his cock pressed against your core. You moan in unison at the contact. As if it’s painful for both of you to not have him buried inside.

Your hands run from his forearms, over his shoulders, and down his chest. “Take me, please. Let me feel my Master’s cock inside.”

He straightens his back and guides your legs to wrap around his waist fully. You continue to plead, but instead of giving you a verbal reply, he plunges balls deep inside of you. You both instantly tense. He, because of the tightness of your walls clinging around him, and you, because of the sudden intrusion of his cock demanding to be taken. “That’s it. Taking me so well,” he breathlessly praises, slowly moving out, then back in so you’d have time to adjust. Severus had always refused to inflict pain on his partners that they hadn’t consented to and begged for. And he isn’t about to start now. So he waits until he feels you relax.

Your head lulls to the side with a moan, feeling beyond stuffed full, but also whole.

You coo, arching into him. Severus knew he couldn’t keep his movements slow for much longer.

“Is this what you want? To be fucked until I own this cunt?” “Yes!” you whine, starting to grind your hips in an attempt to get his cock deeper. “I want my Master to ruin me for anyone else.” It’s the word ruin that does him in. Unable to wait any longer he slams into you. You yelp, grabbing ahold of his forearms and sinking your nails into his flesh. The slight bite of pain only spurs him on, his pace anything but slow. The rough and steady rhythm of his thrusts has you already clenching around him.

He isn’t sure where to look. At your beautiful face scrunched up in pleasure, or at your cunt that’s currently swallowing him whole. You toss your head back, slightly obscuring you from his view. So he settles his gaze downward–watching how his cock glistens from your juices every time he pulls out. It’s an intoxicating sight.

One that threatens to force him to spill himself inside of you. But he won’t. Not yet. Not until he’s done enjoying you for a bit longer. Not until he can make you cum again. He grabs some of your hair and tugs so you’re forced to look back at him. “You love this, don’t you? Using your cunt to please me?” Your legs wrap even tighter around his waist, drawing closer…deeper. “Yes, Master! Feels so good pleasing you!” Pressure builds in your lower belly from the orgasm that’s steadily approaching. It feels like he’s everywhere. In you. On you. All over you. “M-Master I—so close. P-Please.”

You’re struggling to form words but he already knows what you’re trying to say. He reaches between your bodies to your clit and rubs it, strokes it, and draws circles on it until he finds the touch that has you babbling in broken, indecipherable sentences.

“I want you to cum,” he speaks in labored breaths, teasing your clit while still spearing you on his length. “I want you to cum for me now.”

For a moment, you fall completely silent, but then it hits. The unfiltered, beautiful howls that accompany your climax. All the while, your inner walls close around him in the most delicious way. He curses, lurching forward as you gush and spasm around him. It’s too much, and he’s quickly following you over the edge, filling you with his cum. You both tremble through your aftershocks, unable to detangle from one another while coming down from your highs. He feels like a new man after cumming for the first time in God knows how long. But one look at you and your sleep-heavy eyes has him focusing on steadying his breathing faster. Memories from his past return to him, and words like aftercare play through his mind. It displeases him that he doesn’t know what you require right now—space or intimacy? Deciding it’s best to take the middle ground, he slowly slips out of you but sits on the edge of the bed beside you. He takes the utmost care not to jostle you but you don’t seem to notice because you’ve already turned onto your side facing him. You make yourself comfortable, curling up with your eyes closed and a relaxed smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. Relieved, he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his dark locks to move it off his face. “That felt amazing. Thank you, Master,” you mumble happily into his pillow. “Call me Severus.” “As you wish, Master Severus.” A spark of warmth emanates from his chest. He likes the way you say his name. It makes him feel things. He reaches for you, tugging you into his arms to help you sit up. At first, you whine, but relax when he pulls you to sit between his thighs and leans you against his chest. He holds you close and whispers, “Will you tell me your name?” You peek up at him with a smile and say it. He repeats it, liking the way your name rolls off his tongue. You nod, your smile widening across your face. He can’t stop himself from stroking your cheek. “I’ll be right back.” He stands, making his way over to his wardrobe. “Get yourself ready for bed, Little One.” He calls from over his shoulder as he uses his wand for a simple cleansing spell. Since you’ve managed to coat even his balls in your slick.

Afterward, he slips on a pair of black silk pajama pants. He’s about to put a shirt on when he turns back to you, expecting to find you dressed, but instead, he finds you sitting on his bed and watching him. “Where are your night robes?” You fidget uncomfortably, looking away. Severus should have known this wouldn’t last. He tries to disguise his disappointment but fails. “If you don’t wish to stay, then just say so.” The ice in his voice is evident and you snap your head up in his direction. “I-It’s not that!” you protest. “I want to stay. I just…don’t have any clothes.” His frown deepens, “The Dark Lord didn’t leave your clothes here for you?” You shake your head ‘no’. This only confuses him further. To have you waiting for him nude was clearly meant to entice him, but to leave you with nothing to wear after doesn’t make sense. “No personal belongings at all? I don’t understand how he expected you to get home after this.” You flinch, once again looking away. “He said…” you trail off. “Never mind, Master.” He didn’t need spells or potions to see the discomfort radiating off of you. With the long-sleeved shirt he had intended for himself in hand, he makes his way over to you. Of course, he could have simply conjured you some clothing, but if he’s being honest with himself— He wants you wrapped up in him for a while longer. “Arms up.”

You lift your head and see the shirt in his hands. You obey, and he slips the shirt over your head to help you dress. “It’s a tad big on you, but it will do until morning.” You pull your knees to your chest while muttering a ‘thank you’. There’s still something bothering you and Severus is determined to figure out what it is. “Look at me,” he commands, knowing you’ll obey. When you do, he continues, “Tell your Master what’s bothering you.” Perhaps it isn’t right for him to pull the ‘dom’ card when you aren’t technically his submissive, but he needs the truth. You stall for a little longer, gnawing on your bottom lip until you finally respond, “The Dark Lord told me that I didn’t need to pack any of my things because he didn’t believe you’d want me after you were through with me.” “I see…What else did the Dark Lord tell you?”

“That I belong to whoever comes into the room, and that I was to serve them until they no longer had use for me. Which he predicted would be just for tonight…Then he–” You falter, bravery abandoning you. He lets out a breath, resisting the urge to scrub at his eyes. Of course, he had threatened you. Placing a finger underneath your chin, he gently raises it. Your eyes flutter, struggling to meet his gaze. “You’re afraid of him, aren’t you?” You only nod. “You have my word that you’re under my protection now. Do you understand?” You nod again and summon your bravery so you can continue. “Then he said that maybe he would pass me around to the other Death Eaters or maybe he’d use me himself.” Severus can’t explain the jealousy that boils within him. But it’s there. Hot and nauseating. Suddenly, he can’t bear the thought of another having you. Not Voldemort. Not anyone. “No one is allowed to touch what’s mine.” The threat of his words hangs in the air, but you look relieved. “You…You mean you’ll keep me here with you?” He hadn’t realized he had said that aloud. Honestly, he hadn’t thought that far ahead. All he knew was that the only hands he wanted on you were his. “Is that…something you’d want?” You smile bright, brighter than the summer’s sun. “Nothing would make me happier, Master.” As beautiful as you are, and as lovely as it sounds to have a warm cunt to bury himself in each night, the cold blade of reality cuts through. “Listen to me, there are still many things we’ll need to discuss—”But you aren’t listening because you’re too busy crawling into his lap. You straddle him and nuzzle your face into the side of his neck.

“Thank you, Severus,” you whisper against his skin, melting against his body as you make yourself comfortable.

No one has ever thanked him in his entire life. He isn’t sure how to handle it.

The longer you lay against him, the more a warmth blooms inside his breastbone.

He can’t deny how good it feels to have you close.

Things can’t be this simple can they?

Nothing in his life had ever been simple.

You let out a small sigh, seemingly starting to fall asleep while sitting up. It tears him from his thoughts and instead has him worried about your comfort. He shifts and lays down on the bed with you still tucked into his chest.

He had no way of knowing if this would work, but bloody hell did you fit perfectly against him.

Years of tension seemingly start to melt away as sleep threatens to take him over.

Voldemort had given you to him for being his most loyal Death Eater.

And while nothing could be further from the truth, Severus Snape can’t help but think.

This was the best damn present he’d ever received.

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animehideout · 9 months ago

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LOVE IS THE MOST TWISTED CURSE OF THEM ALL

PART 11

Check out part 12 here

Gojo Satoru X Fem! Reader

warnings ⚠️: not proofread / abuse / SA just something vague not detailed.

a/n : I truly apologize for this late update, I was really unmotivated to rewrite it and I was struggling to find inspiration again, I'm sorry if this part didn't live up to your expectations but I read hope you like it though, I tried to make it longer but I ran out of ideas 🥹.

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Satoru stood tall, alone in the balcony, his gaze fixated on the sky, lost in the depth if his own thoughts. The weight of regret hung heavy upon his shoulders, a burden he could no longer bear.

His mind played your last fight that night on loop, making him hate himself even more. He remembered his harsh words, actions and disrespect towards you. Forcefully shutting his eyes to make those images and voices that's been haunting him go away.

Unwelcomed thoughts yet impossible to ignore. Blaming himself over and over again for what happened to you, torturing himself to madness.

"It's my fucking fault" he muttered,

In all that darkness, the image of your face in his mind was the only source of light. The delicate curve of your smile whenever you were around your students etched in his memory. He remembered the way you slept, features softened by the gentle embrace of your slumber, your passion for teaching and your daily excitement to show your students a new weapon and new technique.

You were a vision of peace amidst the chaos he was living. He realized then how life became emptier after your disappearance, the void your absence had left in every bit of his life. He realized how much he fell for you, he realized that hatred was deeply buried by the birth of his love for you.

With a heavy heart, he bowed his head, his eyes brimming with unshed tears. For three days, his eyes wide open, unable to sleep without you under the same roof as him, cuddling a piece of your clothing every single night to take into your scent, to pretend that you were there, next to him.

Clutching his fists, his knuckles turned white , whispering a plea for forgiveness, a forgiveness he might never receive.

"I'm sorry Y/n.."

. ..

"Satoru?"

"Y-yaga sensei?" said Gojo wiping his tears away,

"Can I join you?"

"Y-yeah sure"

"What's on your mind? Still blaming yourself?"

"Do I have anything else to do except blaming myself?"

"I'm sorry for your loss Satoru" said Principal Yaga apologetically,

"I didn't lose her, she's still out there, somewhere! I know it, I'm sure of it, I can feel it"

"Pain is eating you up Satoru, you know you should let go already–"

"Let go? Easier said than done. How can all of you let go so fast as if she never existed?" he said in annoyance

"The higher ups orders, to not distract the sorcerers' focus from their daily tasks"

"Bullshit, –"

"Satoru I understand your pain"

"No you don't, none of you does! I did this to her, I built the wall between both of us brick by brick till it collapsed on both of us, she got abducted by Toji and here I am suffering everyday.. I just wish I can turn back time and undo the damage I had done"

"Is this because of regret or something else?" asked Principal Yaga

Gojo looked down, not sure of what to say, mastering the courage he finally spoke,

"I– I love her, sensei! I love Y/n so much, I just hope it's not too late to realize this because I really want to fix everything–"

Yaga sensei looked at Gojo with a reassuring yet sad smile, deep down, everyone accepted that you died except Gojo., and he didn't want him to hang on fake hope.

"Satoru–"

"I know what you're about to say, but I won't let go, I won't give up even if the higher ups chain me down.... I thought she was a curse when we got married but I think I am her curse, I was her curse while she was my blessing–"

"I hope you're right Satoru, I hope she's still out there as you said, I hope you get a second chance to be a real family"

...

*In Mei Mei's room*

"Look at this" said Maki her eyebrows frowning in confusion,

"Who's that in the picture?" asked Nobara as confused as Maki,

Both of them examined the photograph, their eyes flickered between the picture and each other in silence. In the picture a woman smiled serenely as she cradled a baby in her embrace.

Maki shrugged equally perplexed,

"I have no idea, do you think it's a family member?"

Their senses were on high alert as they scanned every corner of her room for any sign of wrongdoing, something out of the ordinary. They found that picture tucked under her bed after they flipped the mattress while searching for anything suspicious.

"And this stack of money? Didn't know she's got all of this cash here" added Nobara.

"And this box as well"

Intrigued, they opened it. As they lifted the lid of the box, a firegun revealed itself, its metallic surface gleaming ominously in the dim light.

"A g-gun?" started Nobara as she looked at Maki in shock, "what would she use it for?"

"Definitely not hers, why would a sorcerer with a jujutsu technique depend on a gun" she pointed out.

"Good point, so if its not hers then to whom does it belong to?" asked Nobara

"There's only one way to figure it out, but now let's take the gun, the damn photograph and get out of here" said Maki as she put he mattress in its place again.

.....

"GOJO-SENSEI" called Nobara out as she caught a glimpse of Gojo in the balcony "Sensei you need to see this"

"Hm? Nobara? Maki?"

"Gojo" said Maki as she saw Gojo with principal Yaga in the balcony "We found something–"

but before she could finish her sentence,

"Any news?" interrupted Mei Mei as she stepped in the balcony out of nowhere..

Maki and Nobara exchanged quick nervous glances, their eyes darting between each other as they attempt to maintain composure. Hiding what they took from her room behind their backs. Their expressions strain with the effort to appear nonchalant, but a subtle tension lingers in the air. Lips pressed into strained smiles,

"Nah nothing new" said Maki while Nobara nodded in agreement.

"Hm you sure about that? I thought I heard you said you found something, is it about Y/n? " asked Mei raising her eyebrows,

"What if we did? Is it really your concern?" exclaimed Maki offensively, only to get elbowed softly by Nobara,

"We found nothing important Mei Mei sensei, of course if we did we'd tell you" exclaimed Nobara, chuckling awkwardly.

"Oh alright then girls," she said luckily not giving too much important to the girls, then paused and drifted her gaze towards Gojo, "how are you holding up Gojo? I hope you're in the process of moving on" she added

Gojo's eyes burned holes in her soul, but he tried to remain calm,

"I'm fine"

"That's what all of us would like to hear, glad you let go" she said and then excused herself to go to her room,

Then moment she left, Maki ran towards Gojo and Yaga, showing them what they found,

"We found these–"

"WHERE THE HELL DID YOU GET THESE FROM?" snapped Gojo unexpectedly, his eyes widened as he snatched the gun and photograph form Maki's hands,

"Damn Satoru what's got into you, relax!" exclaimed Yaga-sensei,

"W-we.." stuttered Nobara

"How did you get these? they were well hidden"

"Well hidden under Mei Mei's bed?" asked Maki in confusion

"What? what did you just say?" said Gojo and Yaga in union

"We found these under Mei Mei's bed, the gun hidden in a box , tucked beside that photograph and a pile of cash, do you possibly know to whom it belongs?"

"These belong to Toji Zenin" said Satoru

Maki and Nobara froze in place, trying to process what Gojo just said,

"T-toji?" they said in disbelief,

"This gun was used by Toji to murder Riko Amanai, and these in the picture are Megumi and his mother–" explained Yaga sensei

"It can only be one thing" expressed Gojo through gritted teeth, "She must be behind it" he added and started walking away, thinking about confronting her,

"GOJO STOP!" yelled Yaga sensei, holding Gojo in place, "What's happened to your common sense? vanished?"

"We can't assume anything now sensei!" said Nobara

"So all of this isn't enough to assume that she's got some dirty work with Toji Zenin going on behind our backs?" said Gojo aggressively

"Okay you're right, it is suspicious but we need a plan! a proper plan, do you think she'll admit it if you confront her? she'll find a lie and you'll never find the truth, not out of her! We need to know more about her first" explained Maki

"Know what?" asked Gojo impatiently

"I mean, Toji has nothing right? not even a house, do you think if he'd take Y/n to a hotel room after abducting her? Mei Mei must have provided a place for him" she added

"So if we can't ask her, how would we know?" asked Nobara,

"We ask her best friend" Suggest Maki shrugging,

....

"Is it ringing?" asked Yaga sensei,

"Yeah shh it is" said Gojo waiting for her to pick up the phone, "–Oh hello" he said through the phone

"Gojo? Hi what's up calling me late at night, is everything okay?"

"Utahime, yeah everything is fine, we just need you here, if it's possible can you make here in one hour at least?"

"Well I can, but is it an emergency?"

"Um it's– it's about Mei Mei, we're preparing a party for her and we need your help"

"A party? It's not even her birthday yet–"

"It's for her service, it's a habit here in Jujutsu High to hold a party for a teacher to honor them, and this time it's Mei Mei, she did a lot for us and for the school, besides it's the higher ups orders so..."

"Oh the higher ups? sure then I'll be there in an hour"

"Don't tell Mei Mei that you're coming though, it must remain a surprise, now we don't wanna spoil it"

"So should be meet outside the school?"

"Sure yeah, you can come to my house?!"

"Oh alright then, I'll be there"

With that they hung up the phone,

"She'll be here in one hour, I hope we can get her to talk"

"I hope she's not part of Mei Mei's plan though" Said Nobara.

"Don't you think we must tell the others? Maybe we need some backup?" suggested Maki

"Yeah, but some of them need to stay here to keep an eye on Mei Mei" said principal Yaga

"Alright, I'll go and tell them then,"

*Time skip, at Gojo's house*

They sat there, Gojo, Nanami, Maki and Megumi waiting for Utahime's arrival.

"You've got a nice and big house" pointed Maki

"Yeah but never a happy house" mumbled Gojo to himself,

"Do you think she'll tell us more about her?" asked Megumi and suddenly the bell rang,

"I guess we'll find out now!" said Nanami,

...

"So Utahime, I hope you corporate!" started Gojo not wasting any precious second,

"Corporate? you make it sound like if we're discussing business, and not preparing for a surprise party! it's a p-party right?"

she chuckled nervously,

"Not really! you need to tell us more about Mei Mei, some information that we don't know about"

"wait? what?" she asked nervously

"Is she meeting someone? did she tell you about something?"

"Gojo wait! why are you asking about this? I mean she lives there in the school dorms as well, so I guess you know more than I do"

"I don't think so, she's you're best friend she must have told you something about her plan?" said Maki

"Plan? what plan?"

"Ah come on Utahime dont play dumb"

"No for real! what plan, I thought you had a plan with her , Gojo to push Y/n away!"

"What? NO. I'm talking about her dirty plan with Toji"

"Toji? wait what's going on?" she said truly confused

"STOP LYING AND ANSWER THE DAMN QUESTION, IF YOU'RE PART OF HER DIRTY GAME I'LL END BOTH OF YOU" exclaimed Gojo angrily, making Utahime step back, growing more and more impatient.

"Hey hey Gojo calm down, what's wrong with you? I understand you're frustrated but that's not the right way to find answers!" said Maki and the others nodded in agreement,

"Megumi please take him to the balcony while me and Maki handle this, he needs to calm down" suggest Nanami,

Megumi did as he said and took Gojo to get some fresh night air,

"Geez, you really developed anger issues, you were more laid back even in risky situations Gojo" started Megumi

"Not anymore, people change and I've changed"

"Y/n sensei is dear to all of us, so I am eager too to know where she is, and I truly understand how you feel"

"No Gumi, you don't, you don't understand because I'm not just sad, I'm feeling extremely guilty, because it's my damn fault"

"I'm feeling guilty too" said Megumi lowering his head,

"Hm? what for ? you're pretty close to Y/n and you're good friends not only a student and his teacher–"

"It's my father, he's the one who abducted her and only God knows what he's doing to her, I don't wanna even think about it. Is there any greater shame than this?" he said his voice cracking,

"Hey Megumi! look at me, your father's actions has nothing to do with you, he's the one who abducted her not you! you've always been nice and kind to Y/n. Sometimes family does things that we are ashamed of and completely in opposition of it but it doesn't mean we're like them just because we're related by blood, you are what you're truly in here" he said and pointed at Megumi's heart "And I know well what's in there Megumi! I raised you and I've seen you grow up to be a loyal, strong and kind hearted man! you're the complete opposite of your father so don't ever compare yourself to him again" said Gojo with a smile,

"If it's his fault, then why are you blaming yourself Gojo?"

"Because I'm the reason she left that night! I've said too many hurtful words, no one can handle to hear, no one deserves to hear but I was too agitated, too overwhelmed by my mixed feelings, trying to push her away from me over and over again–"

"Why? why'd you push her away from you? couldn't you have tried at least? maybe after what you've been through you were destined to finally find happiness with her! "

"My heart was a messy place to make it a comfortable place for her!"

"Was? so what changed now?"

"I want to try to make it comfortable for both of us, I want t-t to– nevermind! I have to find her, I have to make it up for her"

"I understand and we will find her, Y/n is strong I'm sure she's safe wherever she is" reassured Megumi, trying to lift Gojo's spirit again,

....

"So Utahime, we really need you to corporate so you better put that bestie thing with Mei Mei aside cuz this is a life or death matter!" begun Maki,

"D-death?"

"Toji escaped and we think that Mei Mei had a hand in this" added Nanami

"No way! Why would Mei Mei do that? I mean you know what Toji had done to the Jujutsu world!"

"We know, but we know that when people are full of hate are full of unexpected things!"

"Nanami what's wrong? what happened?"

"It's Y/n! Toji abducted her, and we found Toji's gun under Mei Mei's bed, even though it was well hidden.. do you still think she's got nothing to do with that?"

Her eyes wide open in shock and disbelief, her mouth hanging open, sad expressions drawn on her face,

"W-what? I didn't know I swear to God! I've – I've never thought it will go that way, I've never thought she could fall this far" she expressed her feelings, her heart crushing, she's never expected her long time best friend would do or be part of such thing, to betray the Jujutsu community.

"That's why we need your help! You know how important Y/n is to our world! we can't lose her" said Nanami "So please if you know anything, any place she owns, any small details tell us, we really need to know"

With a deep breath, she started thinking, trying to remember if Mei Mei told her anything,

"I remember she bought a house! but that was weeks ago!!"

"A house?"

"Yeah, she said she might settle in Tokyo if things went well between her and Gojo–"

"She's truly delusion" interrupted Maki rolling her eyes,

"Where is this house?" asked Nanami

"I'll take you there" said Utahime determined to help.

Despite being best friends with Mei Mei, her morals were more important! she's too loyal to the Jujutsu World and committed to the greater good, she knows about the prophecy and she can't afford to witness another loss on the Jujutsu community part.

"I'll go and tell Gojo and Megumi then– maybe Y/n is there"

.......

[ Kill her, and I'll bring your cash tomorrow when I see her lifeless body ]

Read Toji through the message that he received,

"See! I'm ordered to kill you now! How much trouble did you cause her for her to free me from the prison just to torture you and kill you" he said with a smirk

"F-fuck you and fuck her" you said through gritted teeth as you were thrown on the floor, your body hurting from the chains that were tied around your wrists and feet.

your lips and nose bleeding after hours of tortures,

"And you still got that attitude, after being beaten up? If I were you I wouldn't act so brave.."

"You'll never be me Toji! we're both considered inferior in the Jujutsu world but I learned how to be the real me and not what others want me to be, I didn't let others to order me around and kill people–"

"Are you trying to save yourself? and convince me to not kill you"

"no, I know I can't be saved, not just now but for a long time ago, but you know the funny thing is that we actually have something else in common beside being monkeys" you joked offensively trying to get on his nerves, you're going to die anyway so why'd you not offend him, you were tired if being stepped on so why not talk back.

"what?" he said in anticipation as he kneeled down,

"Both our families are disappointed in us, I disappointed my parents and you disappointed your son, Megumi, nice kid he's nothing like you–"

"M-megumi?"

And you struck a sensitive nerve in him,

You started laughing when you saw his face dropped and his expressions changed, your stomach hurts whenever you laughed he probably had broken some of yours ribs.

The you paused,

"Do it Toji. Do what you were assigned for, no one will come to my rescue anyway, do it, kill me" you said in a serious tone,

"Change in plan, let me have my fun with you before I take the light out of your eyes"

"You still have time for fun? the dawn will break soon–"

"Oh I know princess, don't you worry about it, I know I can't delay the sunlight but I know how to make the night even more darker... and you were right, Megumi's probably disappointed in me but lemme tell you something–" he paused and leaned forward, his face a few inches away from yours "That's who I truly am, a beast that preys on the weak, and you are weak Y/n no matter how hard you try to come off as strong"

he said and he reached to take off your shirt,

Your heart beats quickened, you thought he'd torture you in another way, and not attempt to do something filthy to you,

"No -no! I'd rather die" you said trying your best to break free from his grasp, but his huge body got you pinned down,

"What? you're not a fan of big guys? or your pathetic ass is loyal to a husband who's never paid attention to your existence?" he said looking you deep in the eyes, his huge hands circling around your neck, posing pressure on it,

You couldn't deny the pain and disappointment you felt. You really hoped Gojo would appear and save you, you wished he cared for you. You couldn't deny that you wanted Gojo; your husband to be your first time and not with someone who would brutally kill you after taking what he wants.

You'd die even before he kills you.

"no don't " you whispered, loosing your voice as his grip around your neck tightened, making it hard to breathe.

....

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM HER"

All what you can feel is the weight of Toji's body being removed from on top of you.

Toji's body forcefully thrown on the ground, your blurry eyes trying to focus on the figure standing right in front of you, slowly approaching you,

"Damn baby what did he do to you?" he said softly, softly brushing his finger over your bleeding lip.

"S-satoru, y-you came!" you whispered, your vision darkening and ears ringing,

"Of course I'm here with you, Y/n! Y/N !!!!!no no Y/N WAKE UP" he yelled as he held you in his arms.

....

Your eyes slowly fluttered opened, your surroundings sharpening into details again, gulping with difficulty.

A serum attached to your vein,

"Sensei" said Yuji "Guys she's awake"

With that all of them circled around the bed you were laying on, their eyes look directly at you, greeting you with sincere smiles.

"How are you feeling?" asked Megumi.

You tried to leave the bed but they forced you to lay back. You looked around scanning the place, you were in the hospital, Shoko must have treated your wounds, everyone was there except your husband, Satoru.

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darth-kote · 17 days ago

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Obi-Wan Headcanons Pt. 1

Feels a surge of pride when he says something he privately thinks is clever that earns a cacophony of laughter from his men. He has to remind himself not to let that pride go too far to his head, but he can't help the slight broadening of his shoulders at the rare sound. He thinks the clones deserve to laugh more often, and he's more than delighted to be the cause of it, especially during such bleak times. When he hears one of the men repeat a line he'd once said or speak with a slight lilt that reminds him of his own, he wonders if fatherhood has similar moments of overwhelming pride.

Mentioned slightly in a prev post: His Padawan braid is something he keeps in his chambers on Coruscant. It's stowed away in a lockbox in his wardrobe, underneath many robes and tunics. He doesn't know why he keeps it - is aware it resembles some form of attachment. He doesn't do much with it except glance at the box it's in when his thoughts are especially unsettled. It reminds him of his master and the past... It reminds him he was chosen – trusted. As he watches Anakin's grow with time, he's caught off guard by the envy threatening to leak into his heart each time it whips over his Padawan's shoulder. When this feeling does arise, he meditates for a lengthy time, releasing anger and want for the past and replacing it with patience. Just because his master had been stolen from him does not mean Anakin is any less worthy of one. Anakin is not at fault for what happened, and resentment only leads to the dark side.

He indeed thinks about taking on another Padawan after Anakin has flown the nest, and he wonders what it would be like. Traditionally, the master chooses their apprentice, but this hadn't been the case for Anakin and himself, and it makes him wonder how he should know who to take under his wing. Qui-Gon hadn't quite gotten to that bit.. He feels unsure about his teachings at times, but watching Anakin with Ahsoka reassures him that he did well, which he hopes has made his master proud from whichever plane he resides on. He does know he feels Cody's presence strongly in the Force, and the signature he produces has become like a safety blanket for the Jedi; he likes to daydream about passing his knowledge down to the Clone, even if he wouldn't be able to utilize the teachings in the same way those with naturally high levels of midi-chlorians might... It's certainly a very non-traditional Padawan, though that's nothing new to him. He wonders - secretly, guiltily - if Qui-Gon could lend him some eloquence in persuading the Council to let him take on another unorthodox student. He's aware it will never happen. The attachment is unhealthy to say the least, which is the first of many problems the Council would list off for him if he were to ever bring it up.

After Satine's death, Obi-Wan is noticeably shaken. He does well at masking how he's truly feeling until he has a quiet moment alone in the fresher or his bed chamber, but Cody has become quite the expert at reading between the lines on the Jedi's face - which has hollowed considerably since he'd first met the general. Cody barks - yes. - at his men to stay alert and to comm him only if there is a Grievous-level emergency. As he walks through the echoey hallways of The Negotiator towards the general's quarters, his bootsteps and his heart clang loud in his ears. Once there, the doors do not swoosh open like they usually would upon his approach; he's no Jedi, but he's sure he can sense a heavy cloud of energy emanating from the room before him. A brother or two pass by in absolute silence, afraid of catching a stray from their commander, whose stress seems inextricably linked to their jetti's. Once they round the corner, Cody enters the code that ultimately leads him to quite possibly his worst fear come to life: Obi-Wan that isn't Obi-Wan. Except it undeniably is him. The typical rosiness in his cheeks has crept up to his lower lashes, and his breathing is rough and heavy. Cody's bucket is off in an instant, and he's crossing the span of the room to kneel before Obi-Wan's supine body. Cody doesn't know what happened exactly, but he can see that something is upsetting the general, and he loyally stays at his side the entire night. Eventually, once he's convinced himself he isn't a piece of human waste (and Obi-Wan asks him too), he climbs up next to the other man in the small bed and wraps both arms around him. Obi-Wan asks him repeatedly to hold him tighter, and Cody does his worst. (+ He wakes up in the middle of the night and Obi-Wan has maneuvered himself nearly completely underneath the commander. It's grounding to have Cody's weight surround him after yet another piece of his heart has been plucked out. He needs to be reassured he's not alone, despite knowing the Council would look down on him for the entire predicament.)

is 100% aware of Cody's feelings before Cody even figures out what the names of These Feelings are. And he adores, adores when the rest of the Clones hint at the fact they also see it, and Cody- Obi-Wan loves watching the copper tone of his skin stain slightly red when he realizes what his brothers are insinuating, and so openly! (The color is like the Jedi's favorite Nubian wine, which is an entirely different beast to tackle; he thinks sharing a bottle with Cody would only be right, especially considering he associates them so closely with one another now.) The point is, he thinks it's very sweet the way Cody works extra hard not to let his personal feelings sabotage the greater mission; it certainly helps Obi-Wan not feel guilty when he does the same. The Force communicates the unrest Cody's mind goes through at night, gives Obi a sense of where the commander's mind and heart are. He's flattered - hasn't thought of himself as physically appealing since that first year of the War, or maybe since that damned braid was shorn from his scalp - and smitten. He gets a warm feeling in the pit of his stomach when the Force bombards him with compliments and praise that go unspoken but not unfelt by Cody.

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elexuscal · 4 months ago

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something I feel Temeraire fandom hasn't dug into enough is how Kaneko and Junchiro are set up as narrative foils to Laurence

Kaneko is the platonic, exemplary ideal of 19th century noble Japanese culture, just as Laurence is for British culture from the same period. He's is diligent, lawful, loyal, and after the death of his family, has made a pledge to aide any traveller in need that he meets.

... and then just like Laurence, he's put in a situation where it is impossible to reconcile these two sides of honour. He's tasked with sheltering a white foreigner with a terrible head wound; and it becomes increasingly obvious that said foreigner isn't some random unfortunate sailor, but a key member of a diplomatic party between two of Japan's enemies. Does he follow the law, or does he follow his personal code of ethics?

He ends up... Splitting the difference. He protects Laurence, even though it's explicitly against the law. Then he ends up chasing Laurence and duelling him, as the law dictates but breaking his vow in the process.

Unlike Laurence, he's never truly able to reconcile these two warring elements, and he is saved from having to make that decision...

... By Junchiro.

Junchiro hasn't made any pledges to protect travellers. He does not like Laurence, does not trust him, and thinks Kaneko should turn him over. But. He also knows and fully believes Kaneko to be a good man, and as a student in his debt, believes the morally right thing to do is protect him. So he breaks the law helping Laurence escape, to spare Lord Kaneko in this impossible choice.

In this, he ends up echoing Laurence's choice to take the dragon cure to France, albeit on a smaller scale. When given the choice of following the law or his personal code of ethics, he chooses the latter.

And this is where the parallels really strike I think. Laurence gets to France, and Napoleon is like, good sir! What you have sacrificed for the sake of others is so incredibly honourable that it's making me want you carnally! Please, will you stay with me here in France? I will keep you in comfort, and we can do good work together!

And Laurence politely declines, says I'm going back to England, to face whatever wait awaits me. And Napoleon says, that's a damn shame but I won't hold you here. Bonaparte lets him go, and that decision definitely kicks him in the ass given how instrumental Laurence is in his defeat, but never seems to regret that deicsion.

So Junchiro breaks Japanese law rescuing Laurence-- a decision which while it spares his master Kaneko, honestly probably ultimately was to Japan's benefit, because can you imagine the fallout if they had ended up imprisoning or god forbid executing the adoptive crown prince of China? but instead of anyone formally recognising he just saved their collective asses, they're like, Yeah You're Exiled, get the fuck out of here.

Exiled, just like Laurence was to Australia.

So Laurence is like. Wow this kid just saved my life; I have the utmost respect for him. He says as much to Junchiro, and does everything in his power to set Junchiro up for success within British culture (just as Napoleon would have done for him). Teaching him English and Mandarin; letting him making connection; learning the ins-and-outs of aviator culture, so perhaps he can one day earn his step and get a dragon of his own, which Junchiro does seem to want, despite being otherwise bitter and listless.

and then after like... six months? (10? idk the timeline is fuzzy) Junchiro comes to Laurence and says: thank you very much for caring for me. However, I cannot continue. While Japan may think me a traitor, I am still loyal to them, and I can't keep helping their enemies. I'm going to abdicate to France. Tell me now if you disagree so I can kill myself.

And Laurence is like. Oh god no. Of course I understand. And let's Junchiro go, just like Napoleon let him go.

And yeah, that ends up kicking him in the fucking ass! Junchiro ends up providing the intel which allows French forces to steal Ning's egg, lure both Iskierka and Temeraire away from the front lines, and bolster Napoleon's early dragon-coalition by making it look like Laurence and Temeraire support it. A master stroke!

And obviously, it hurts, when Laurence realises it. But he realises that Junchiro was perfectly plain in his intentions, and Laurence still cannot fault the man for being loyal to his country. So when they have supper together, Laurence is polite and respectful, despite the dire situation.

TLDR: Kaneko is Laurence if Laurence couldn't choose to go traitor, and Junchiro is a younger Laurence

also i wonder what happened to Junchiro in the end.

#temeraire #kaneko is especially got that treatment Laurence gets so often #which is people being like #'yeah we know this is what honour SAYS we should do but that doesn't mean you should ACTUALLY DO IT'

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merakiui · 3 months ago

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Have you read the new Platinum Jacket Riddle card story yet?

Riddle getting fashion advice from Cater and Ace because he doesn't know how to dress casually. Imagine Riddle in a panic because he somehow landed a date and has no idea how to dress for it. Cue the shopping montage with the boys!

Riddle getting assigned Vorpal as a hazing because the other students knew he was a difficult horse and wanted to put Riddle in his place. There is so much potential for a bully!darling on that one. Something something you are going to teach that brat Riddle a lesson, but he hangs on until he earns your respect (and love?).

I HAVE AND OMG!!!!! SO MANY THOUGHTS!!!

Riddle who was told by his parents that he must always wear a tie because it's appropriate,,,, Riddle who has no sense of casual fashion because he's only ever dressed formally. Which would make sense considering in the manga he's dressed in very studious attire while Che'nya and Trey are in clothes that children their age typically wear. But Riddle is always wearing his Sunday best, as it's what his parents (more so his mother, though) would choose for him. It's so cute that he's asking for fashion advice because he wants to dress more casually. >w<

"because he somehow landed a date" lol,,, Riddle unintentionally winning darling's heart and now he has no idea what to do or how to dress. It's his first date ever! Cater and Ace are on the case. >:D Cater's very excited to dress Riddle in all kinds of aesthetics and styles to see which will be best for his date and Ace is there to be bluntly honest about what works and what doesn't. Ace (self-proclaimed) "rizz master" Trappola knows what the people like to see in a man (he has no idea). All in all, a very fun day spent trying on clothes and shopping. Maybe they wear silly disguises to keep an eye on Riddle during his date with you and cheer him on from the sidelines.

Did you also see how Riddle mentions his Housewarden journal has less and less room now that he's been writing so many things in it!!! AAAAA RIDDLE SOCIAL ERA!!!! I'm so happy for him,, so proud. T^T <3 he finally has friends and is more involved with them and the rest of his dorm. Very much well-deserved!!!

>:( those students!!!!!! Assigning Riddle a difficult horse with the hope that he would quit Equestrian Club altogether...... what a cruel thing to do. But because Riddle is determined and stubborn, he was able to connect with and have mutual trust with Vorpal!!! :D he's truly the best. <3 an impressive feat that only Riddle could have accomplished. I think Riddle and Vorpal have a few similarities, so perhaps that is why they both get along so well. Both are outcasted and disliked by others due to their difficult-to-manage personalities. They both deserve the world. orz

OOOOO a bully darling..... preying on new club member Riddle Rosehearts, hoping to put him in his place. Your bullying has the opposite effect. ;;; rather than discourage him, it only inspires him to do better, to push himself harder, all so he can gain your approval. Riddle who falls in love with you despite all of the mean things you put him through. He admires you in a way that no one else could. Others may think you're cruel or unfriendly, but to Riddle you're an inspiration. He'll continue to strive for your love respect and recognition.

AAAA thoughts of you and Riddle somehow getting locked in the horse stables and now the two of you have to actually work together to find some way to get out so you don't spend all night trapped there. >:) hehe maybe you bully Riddle only because you feel your position in the club is threatened by him because he turns out to be a very good Equestrian Club member. Intending to lock Riddle in there, but it backfires and now you're trapped alongside him.

#twisted chit chat #rendy-a

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thottyimagines · 10 months ago

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Still thinking about Naruto in the year of our lord 2024 so I was wondering what your take would be on a Sannin swap, meaning team seven has different mentally unstable mentors from canon so they can be traumatized/educated in new and exciting ways <3

I've written a few about the potential dynamics between Naruto/Orochimaru, Sasuke/Tsunade, and Sakura/Jiraiya, but let me tell you about the different iteration that really and truly is my favorite:

Sakura/Orochimaru

Mad scientist, came-from-nothing ninja with insane chakra control reporting for duty.

Orochimaru takes one look at this pink-haired freak with a puddle of chakra who thinks she can stand side-by-side with the kyuubi and the last of one of the great dojutsu and says, would you like to live deliciously?

And Sakura says, of course I would.

It is not enough for her to succeed, others must fail. And Orochimaru loves and appreciates this about her.

Sakura runs away from Konoha with the promise of having a mentor who will teach her, who will focus on her, who will believe that she's more than her pitiful background and more than her overwhelming teammates.

She is, at first, foisted onto Kabuto. She frightens Kabuto.

When she gets good enough to replace Kabuto, which happens in a very alarming two years (max), Kabuto suddenly gets to live with the ever-present threat of becoming an experiment.

Orochimaru adores her and encourages her to steal any and all clan techniques and kekkei genkai that she can. Why should she be barred from knowledge if she yearns for it?

Sakura is the most learned woman in the elemental nations. She has figured out Orochimaru's Body Problem. She's replicated the Strength of a Hundred seal Tsunade uses. They are a plague unto Konohagakure.

She's gene splicing like nobody's business.

The only people who care that Sakura up and left are Naruto, Kakashi, a bit of Sasuke, and Ino. Except for...well, no one has that manic desire to bring her back, the way Naruto did when Sasuke went missing nin. They kind of view her as a failed experiment, though Ino misses her and thinks of her a lot.

Sasuke/Jiraiya

Such a miserable duo, but they kind of like it.

Jiraiya is strong enough to keep Sasuke safe, and he keeps the kid out of Konoha, which he really needed.

Sasuke takes to everything quickly and antagonistically. Jiraiya hates having such a talented student - he is, perhaps, even more talented than Minato - who is so desperately antisocial.

You know that one post that's like, someone who's objectively attractive but has negative rizz? That's Sasuke, and Jiraiya despairs on the regular, because this student of his should, in theory, take over this position as horny spy master with the way he effortlessly draws in beautiful women who can act as informants. Sadly, due to his personality, no one would ever believe that Sasuke is just charming these (knowledgable) women into bed with him.

Sasuke takes to sealing, and Jiraiya is petrified that he's going to come up with something to, like, replenish his clan at an alarming rate.

Sasuke gets rid of his brother with some sort of homemade seal that traps him in a Matryoshka doll or something. He didn't technically commit fratricide, but Itachi is suffering in that thing.

He comes back to the village looking way better than he did when he left. Jiraiya takes that as his main point of pride.

Naruto/Tsunade

Naruto, should he learn chakra control, is the ideal healer in that he has more chakra than should fit in a human body, even an Uzumaki.

It's the chakra control that is Tsunade's true challenge in teaching. And, good god, is it a challenge. Sasuke is already murdering his brother by the time Naruto can reliably aid in a minor surgery.

But once he finally learns it, Naruto is improving in leaps and bounds, as is his way.

He completes a Strength of a Hundred seal six months after he finally learns chakra control. Sakura has had hers for two years, and he does not know or care.

Naruto is saving people at unprecedented rates. Honestly, Tsunade struggles to justify making him a combat medic, because he's doing so much good in the hospital just staying at the village.

Naruto is Naruto, though, so Tsunade teaches him to brawl using her style.

He winds up on the most dangerous missions, due to the fact that he has a natural healing ability with his Kyuubi, and is now the most talented healer Konoha has (who insists on getting out there).

Honestly, I could see him winding up in ANBU, given those skills and traits.

His true hardship, after mastering chakra control, is realizing that his talk-no-jutsu isn't going to work all the time and that he can't derail missions to attempt it.

Naruto is a better hokage for it, in the end.

#naruto #Naruto imagines #Naruto headcanons #sannin swap #sakura #orochimaru #sasuke #jiraiya #Naruto uzumaki #tsunade #sage swap #sannin

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cissyenthusiast010155 · 2 years ago

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Except Me ~S16!Emily Prentiss xFem Reader

Inspired by @captainchilly ‘s post. Felt like this needed a blurb/fic of Emily finally getting fucked after the events of Season 16. With a cameo of S16 Spencer Reid!

Mommy…Master List

Requests & Prompt-List

Warnings: NSFW, 18+!!, pet names, smut, eating out, fingering, age gap (all legal), sex, etc.

Enjoy (;

It had been a week since the Sicarius case had closed, and Emily still couldn’t get a wink of sleep.

She was restless. Too restless.

There was so much unknown in the balance… What exactly was going to happen with Lee Duval? What was Gold Star? How were Doug, the Atorney General, and Tara’s ex connected to it?

In light of all this, Emily decided she would go visit one of her oldest and most trusted friends from the BAU— Spencer.

It was restless, too quiet Tuesday when Emily was making her way to the university Spencer was currently lecturing at.

Being a professor fit Spencer well; he had found more community and even a girlfriend. Emily was truly happy for him. But she also missed seeing his hope filled face and being around his information stuffed mind.

She sighed, exiting her parked car, and making her way to the lecture hall in which Spencer was just about finishing his 8am lecture on behavior.

Emily silently entered the classroom and waited patiently in the corner for Spencer to wrap up. He looked like he was truly in his element, Emily thought as she watched him talk.

Spencer noticed Emily the second she had entered the hall. He had sent her a warm smile as he continued to teach, followed by a look of concern washing over his face.

Eventually, Spencer wrapped up and dismissed the class, and the students all exited the lecture hall.

Emily made her way over to Spencer, “Hey Reid. How’s teaching treating you?”

“Hey Em, really good, thanks. How are you, I heard about your recent, more difficult case?” Reid responded, voice laced with concern and care.

As the two caught up, Spencer led Emily into his office for more privacy. They both sat down.

Emily sighed in defeat, “So yeah… and now where trying to figure out what this gold star is…”

“Emily, have you been sleeping?” Spencer interrupted Emily’s finishing conclusions on the case.

“Uh… I’m trying. It’s hard. Why?”

They both knew why…

There was silence in the room between the two old friends for a while.

“I… have a suggestion…” Spencer hesitated.

“Yes?” Emily asked, her features perking up at the sound of Spencer’s mind working out some sort of possible solution.

“When’s the last time you got laid, Emily?”

“I’m sorry?” Emily chocked on her own air.

“It.. it might be beneficial…” Spencer went right back to his younger, stuttering self, trying to explain himself, which made Emily’s heart melt.

He cleared his throat, “It might be beneficial for you. Sex is often shown to help with stress relief and insomnia.”

Emily scoffed.

“I wouldn’t even know where to begin.” She said while rubbing her temples.

“I may have someone.” Spencer offered.

“What?” Emily asked, not fully registering what Spencer was saying.

“A colleague of mine, a professor L/N, has her own set of obstacles, but the point is that she could benefit from having sex as well.”

Emily was flabbergasted.

“Spencer… You do know that just because we’re both not straight, does not mean we will immediately like each other right?” She skeptically questioned her friend.

“No, no, I know. But, will you just meet her? Her office is room 116.”

“Spencer, you amaze me sometimes…” Emily sighed in defeat, “But sure, if it will satisfy you, I will go talk to your colleague.”

Spencer had a grin plastered on his face at her words.

As Emily walked out to go find you in room 116, Spencer called out, “You can thank me later!”

Emily huffed as she made her way through the campus to your office.

Spencer wasn’t wrong though… She desperately needed to get laid…

But she was tired. She didn’t want to go deal with a rejection from a stranger. Especially right now.

Eventually, Emily found your office. She knocked at the door.

“Come in!” You called, while grading your seemingly never ending stacks of papers.

Emily heard your words, opened the door, entered the room, and closed the door behind her.

“Hello, How can I help you?” You asked the stranger in your office, setting your grading pen down for the moment.

“I’m Emily Prentiss, Dr. Reid’s friends.” Emily introduced herself, shaking your hand.

Your face lit up at her words, “Oh yes! I’m Y/N. Spencer has told me a good deal about his old team at the BAU. Please, do sit, although I don’t know exactly what I can do for you.”

Emily smiled at your kindness.

You both sat, and she began, “This is going to sound weird, but…” Emily took a deep breath, damn she hadn’t been this nervous in years… why was she this nervous…?

“But Spencer asked me to come down her and see you.”

“Oh is that so? And why might that be?” You asked, skeptical of what Spencer was pulling this time.

“He thinks… he thinks both of us need to get laid… and that we could help each other with our mutually respective dilemmas.” Emily tried to explain in, in the most understandable way, but she was being distracted by the butterflies in her stomach and the wetness pooling in her panties…

“He wants us to fuck?” You bluntly asked.

Oh, Emily was done for once you uttered those words…

“Yes.” She managed to respond with a even voice, even though her legs were clenching uncontrollably…

“Hmmmm…” you mused, taking in the woman in front you, you had to admit… Spencer taste for you was spot on…

“And what do you think? What do you want, Emily?” You asked the older, seasoned woman.

God, she wanted to hear her name in your mouth again…

“I think your quite young…” Emily responded with a slight strain to her voice.

“Hmmmm, does that bother you?”

“Not if it doesn’t bother you…” she whispered, her eyes clouding over with need.

“It doesn’t…” you immediately, lightly spoke back.

“Well in that case…” Emily began, but was interrupted as you got up from your chair.

You went over to the door, and for a second Emily panicked thinking you were leaving, but then she heard the lock click.

You then walked back and over to where Emily was sitting, scooting her chair to face you and not the desk.

“What were you saying…?” You whispered, looming over Emily, your eyes darkened with desperation.

“Doesn’t matter...” Emily whispered, grabbing your blouse and crashing her lips into yours. She pulled you into her lap, as her tongue explored your mouth.

You moaned in response, straddling her on the chair.

Emily grabbed a fist of your hair and pressed your lips into her hers even harder, eliciting whimpers from both of you.

Both of your hips grinded into the other in desperate need of some sort of friction.

You pulled away first from the kiss, quickly knelt down on the ground, and hurriedly began undoing her pants.

Emily realized what you were doing and moaned at the thought, quickly helping you to remove her pants.

You tore off her soaked panties and spread her legs across the chair legs.

“Please, god… fuck me…” Emily pleaded, grabbing your hair again and thrusting her soaked cunt to meet your face.

You happily complied to her request, diving into her pussy, lapping up her wetness and exploring her folds.

Emily moaned and mewled in delight.

You skillfully tongued through her folds, drawing out lewd moans which went straight to your own core.

And soon enough you felt Emily’s walls clenched around your tongue as she screamed out in pleasure.

You looked up after lapping up all of her juices to find a panting, sex fogged goddess.

You moaned at the sight.

Emily met your desperate eyes.

“Get on the desk, will ya love?” She lustfully moaned.

You quickly got up, sitting your ass on the edge of your desk.

Emily got up from her chair, legs a bit wobbly which you cheekily grinned at.

“Oh don’t worry Baby. You’ll be the one who can’t walk at the end of this…” Emily taunted at your cheeky grin towards her legs.

You gulped.

She grabbed your knees and guided your legs open for her access.

“I love your outfit, but it would look so much better on the floor, don’t ya think?” Emily purred.

You bit your lip and eagerly nodded, desperately removing all of your clothing.

Emily watched you, her mouth salivating at the sight of you.

You sat back on the edge of the desk, legs wide open for her access.

Emily hummed in delight.

She then kneeled on the floor, never losing eye contact as she licked a strip of your folds, causing you to shutter and let out a whimper.

“Please… no teasing…” you begged, bucking your hips up to meet her face.

Emily grinned at your begging, and complied with your request.

She just went straight into your pussy, tongue fucking your aching cunt relentlessly.

You grabbed and tugged her hair which only seemed to spur Emily on even more.

“Oh God!” You cried out, feeling yourself climbing to the edge of your high.

Emily couple sense your fluttering walls and how close you were. She added her thumb to your clit, and you were done for…

You came on her tongue, crying out her name, eyes rolling back in pleasure.

You panted heavily and whinced as Emily cleaned your sensitive cunt up with her tongue.

She came up to your eye level with a mischievous little grin and a face full of cum to match yours.

Her lips crashed into yours once more. It’s was intoxicating, your taste mixing with hers.

Eventually, you both pulled away breathless.

“Damn.” Emily exclaimed, “We should do that again sometime.”

You chuckled at her comment and nodded, too speechless to form any words.

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tobiasdrake · 7 months ago

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who do you think is the best teacher in Dragonball?

That's a tough question. But I'm leaning towards Mr. Popo.

Our journey through teachers begins, of course, with the Muten-Roshi. Goku's only with Roshi for about eight months so we don't get to see a lot of his teaching, even though other Kame-senryu students are with him for longer. In that time, he's able to instill a very important philosophy in Goku that will guide him through his life.

It's the Muten-Roshi who imparts Dragon Ball's central theme of never being satisfied with yourself and always striving for self-improvement. He went to great lengths to instill that in his pupils - lengths so great that even Roshi questions whether they were truly necessary.

And he does have other good things to teach. Most notably, he's the one who teaches Goku the value of mental discipline and rest.

This well-balanced approach to self-improvement is something Goku carries with him. Part of what makes him so exceptional as a martial artist is that he understands that training and technique honing is only part of the process.

One of the things that makes Goku a great martial artist is that he understands your body needs time to recover and grow after exertion. That is the turtle master way.

But for all his benefits as a mentor, what the Muten-Roshi sucks at is fucking teaching martial arts. In terms of philosophy, he has much to impart. But when they ask him, the Muten-Roshi, the Old Heavenly Master of Martial Arts, to teach them martial arts?

He just gives them bodybuilding instruction. Roshi tells them that this is all the Kame-senryu is: Extensive strength training to become so physically tough that you can knock out a foe with one punch. He is, however, full of shit.

Despite claiming that martial arts is just being really strong, his fight against Goku in the 21st Tenkaichi Budokai sees him pull out all kinds of esoteric techniques and skills to level the playing field against Goku's insurmountable might and analytical brilliance. The Muten-Roshi knows a ton of practical martial arts technique. He's just not sharing.

I'm half-convinced he held all this stuff back on purpose just so he'd have a few aces up his sleeve in the tournament proper. Which even Roshi isn't sure was actually necessary.

His next teacher is Karin, the God of Martial Arts. Karin has some useful wisdom to impart with regard to anticipation.

And he introduces one of the most important items in the Dragon Ball series.

Thank you Viz for the redundant translation of "Holy Hermit Bean Bean". I don't get enough migraines from the dub constantly calling them Senzu Beans. This is the Chai Tea of Dragon Ball.

Goku is with Karin for about three days, and it goes pretty well. Karin presents Goku with a challenging test to overcome, which he must do by getting lighter on his footwork and learning to anticipate Karin's moves.

But for the most part....

It's still just strength training. Tenshinhan's out there learning secret Tsuru-senryu techniques to levitate in the air and nobody's willing to do more for Goku but bulk up his muscles. Speaking of which.

This guy tried to murder his own students because they wouldn't do an assassination for him. Fuck this guy. He sucks. Get out of here!

When you get to the moon, tell Toninjinka that his mochi needs wo-- Oh, wait, the moon's gone. Uh. Have fun in space.

Goku's next teacher would be God. Or at least he would be if God ever bothered to teach him. Which he didn't. Goku has never studied under God.

He made Goku stay at his Temple for three years to prepare for his rematch with Piccolo. But he gave up on that after deciding Goku didn't have what it takes to do what he felt must be done: Kill Piccolo and let God die with him. Goku's soft heart wouldn't allow him to do it.

So he dumped Goku on Popo and went, "You deal with this, I'm busy," and then went off to pursue the Mafuba/Evil Containment Wave instead. Goku's training was a scrapped project for him.

Nonetheless, Goku grew substantially during his time in Heaven. (Look at him! He's so much taller-- No, I jest.) Popo is the first teacher to offer Goku something that isn't strength training.

It's almost like he's never had a master teach him spirit or skills before. It's almost like.

Mr. Popo doesn't offer Goku more strength training. Instead, for the first time, Goku has someone who wants to teach him technique.

This is some of the most game-changing instruction Goku ever receives in his career. Over the next three years, Popo sharpens Goku not just physically but spiritually.

He technically doesn't learn to sense ki here; He gained a rough comprehension of it from drinking rat poison earlier that day. But as Popo demonstrates here, there's a world of difference between "Oh cool I can sense your ki" and "I feel Yamcha's ki 700 km in that direction. He's sitting in his home eating breakfast Wheaties and scratching his butt. Puar's preparing to make eggs aaaaaand now he's a frying pan."

This is where Goku makes the transition from martial artist to Heavenly Martial Artist, and the difference is stark. When he shows up to the 23rd Tenkaichi Budokai, he's on a whole different playing field.

He no longer experiences reality the same way as everyone else. He's ascended to a higher plane of understanding. All because of Popo, since God abandoned this project and ran off to do his own thing instead. Goku is literally the "Dr. Gero's computer kept working and completed Cell anyways" of martial arts.

Great work, Popo. Gold star.

Kaio is next on Goku's list of mentors. He's working on a bit of a time crunch; Goku only has six months to spend with him. Kaio's training emphasizes two things. One is, of course, more strength training though this time there's an interesting twist to it.

Planet Vegeta's gravity is at least as strong as the gravity on Kaio's world. This is where Goku's introduced to the concept of gravity training for the first time - Something that, ironically, Vegeta would cling to more heavily than Goku. Goku's been doing weight training since Roshi, but the idea of increased gravity as a substitute for (or in addition to) weight is introduced by Kaio.

Goku himself would incorporate this gravity training into his later efforts to more fully master the Kaio-ken on his way to Namek. Speaking of which, that's the other thing Kaio imparts on him. From him, Goku learns the Genki-Dama and the Kaio-ken.

Kaio pretty much became Goku's forever teacher after this point, but we rarely see him do more than supervise. Which makes sense, since Goku officially became a Master himself as of the Namek arc. Though all of Goku's teachers will always be looking out for him, his art becomes truly his own from this point onward.

That brings us to Piccolo.

Piccolo comes from the "My Daddy beat me and I turned out fine" school of shaping young minds. It's to be expected; He was literally Evil Incarnate just eight years ago.

While Piccolo's journey of redemption is heartwarming to see and he does succeed in honing Gohan into a weapon, his skills as a mentor leave something to be desired. He fails to consider Gohan's psychological needs. He builds Gohan's strength and teaches him technique, but fails to grasp that this four-year-old child does not have a warrior instinct to get out there and throw hands with planet-killers.

He throws Gohan into the deep end and Gohan sinks like a stone. Failing to develop his bond with Gohan and offer the kid the encouragement he needs to get out there and do this is a fatal error in his training.

Piccolo pays for this mistake with his life.

Finally, that leaves Goku himself.

As a Master in his own right, Goku has so much to impart onto Gohan. At least, whatever Piccolo hasn't already. As a teacher, Goku is encouraging of Gohan and offers him clear and unmistakable guidance.

He talks things over with Gohan, explaining ahead of time what their goal is and how they're going to achieve it.

Like Popo, Goku's pretty great as a teacher. There's just. One. Small. Problem: He fails to consider Gohan's psychological needs. Yeah, that's right, Goku walks face-first into the same error that Piccolo died for, which is why Piccolo freaks out on him for it.

It helps that Piccolo not only has personal experience making this exact same mistake, but also the wisdom of God now.

Like. It's important to note that it's not that Goku misunderstands Gohan. He knows, intellectually, what kind of person Gohan is. He knows Gohan's passions lie elsewhere.

Nonetheless, Goku sees too much of himself in Gohan, overlooking the reality that Gohan was so gung-ho about training with Goku because he thought he was helping his dad. Despite clearly conveying the mechanisms and goals of their training, Goku never even thought to broach this topic with him because he just. Assumed.

Even though he knew Gohan longed for academia, he assumed Gohan also had the spirit of a martial artist in him. That Gohan was still driven by the same fire that he is, compelled to push his limits and test himself against mighty foes. He makes that fatal mistake that so many parents make, of projecting himself onto his child.

Goku pays for this mistake with his life.

Android 16 is able to salvage Goku's mistakes and make this work, much as Goku once salvaged Piccolo's. And to his credit, Goku learns and is able to offer Gohan the emotional support and direct coaching he needs to finish the job.

I particularly love "Show me the power that we made together" because it puts the emphasis on his and Gohan's bond, rather than Gohan's fighting. It demonstrates the expansion of his understanding of Gohan's motives.

Nonetheless, this was a pretty significant error too make as a teacher so I can't give Goku full marks.

With that in mind... I gotta give it to Popo. Popo took God's castoff dumpster-project, poured himself into it, and gave Goku some of the greatest instruction of his entire career. A+

#dragon ball #dragon ball z #muten roshi #master roshi #karin #korin #kami #god #mr popo #kaio #king kai #piccolo #son goku #son gohan

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cinnamonest · 2 years ago

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Male Majority AU brainrot has consumed me once again. Also cucking because we love it. Dropping this blurb here for no special reason, hoping you like it nonetheless hehe

Alhaitham is quite surprised when he finds out Kaveh got himself a girl. It was apparently, after his graduation right as the popularity of the architect spiked up. Before said architect fell into crippling debts as well. Only someone as brash as Kaveh wouldn’t see it coming, wouldn’t be prepared for that outcome. So it’s not as surprising to Alhaitham when his senpai beg him to house him and his girl. He accepts, though not without a price of course.

You see, Alhaitham has never paid much attention to the other sex before. Of course he has seen women, the Grand Sage, the Darshans, anyone of power has one always stuck to their side. Those higher-ups loves to brag, and frustrate Akademiya students even more since it’s practically impossible for anyone who hasn’t graduated to get a woman for themselves (and even then, it depends on how successful you are— beside, it’s difficult taking care of a being so delicate when you never have free time). But now that you’re here, living with him, he realises what he’s been missing.

You’re a bit shy, always worry about not bothering him, and you stiffen when he addresses you. You’re still adamant about showing how thankful you are for this housing arrangement though. While he’s working or reading at home, you always bring him water and snacks now and then. Always call him ‘sir Alhaitham’ or ‘master Alhaitham’. You try your best to greet him when he comes home, to compliment him, ‘W-well done at work today’ and it makes him laugh because you obviously have no idea what his job is. He acknowledges your efforts, but small things like you— they’ll never reach even an average man’s intelligence (you seem aware of that at the very least.).

He feels a bit bad for you too, your owner can’t see past his own nose. Kaveh does his best taking care of you, cuddling you, bringing you gifts, even ask your opinion on some of his architectural projects but he never tries to listen to you, does he? Anytime he finds you two interacting, the architect runs in-between screeching ‘Don’t speak to my darling you lunatic, you’ll corrupt my beloved! Are you alright sweetheart, he didn’t touch did he ?’. Such reaction only makes Alhaitham want to try to get closer to you more and more, see how far he can get away with things.

So he does, small touches here and there that ends up in cuddling sessions, bringing you some gifts now and then. ‘I need your presence at the Akademiya, please put this on and stick close to me.’ You’re unsure about putting the collar with a clear Alhaitham’s…. Yet you’re aware you don’t have a say in this, only following his order. You won’t do anything the whole day beside being arm candy, But what can Kaveh do about it, under the threat of removing him from the house? It teaches him a lesson as well— who is dumb enough to end up almost homeless while owning a girl? He truly doesn’t realise the danger he put you through there.

Perhaps Alhaitham should look into putting you into shared ownership. Stealing a girl is illegal of course, but cases of women who got a second owner because the first one fell under tough times aren’t unheard of. He’s getting tired of waiting, he’s been looking forward to bedding you for a while now.

AHHHHH I love this, Kaveh WOULD make a horrible financial decision like that lmao. Even in general it would be so awful, Alhaitham would absolutely be that third wheel that gets constantly inconvenienced because the other is constantly making adjustments and doing things without asking first lmao

Also since there's no like canonical heights to my knowledge, there's one part mentioning reader being comparatively shorter than them

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To be fair, it's an act of benevolence to begin with. This unjust world is a constant weight on Kaveh's heart and mind, he's one of the most unfortunate people to have to exist in this universe, given he's such a bleeding heart. They have those charities and such that are supposed to advocate for better conditions and humane practices for the poor girls, and he's emptied his pockets for those more than once.

But buying one was not a selfish act, no. It may just be one, sure, and there are still plenty more suffering out there, but at least he can sleep well at night knowing he has made a difference, even if it's just in one person's life. After all, it was so pitiful and heart-wrenching, passing by those markets in town all the time and seeing them put in cages and look so miserable, he HAD to get one. It weighed on his soul, you know?

Such is how he justifies it, when questioned on it. He's doing a good thing. He's very happy about it initially, too.

Granted, it's not particularly normal for someone of his current economic status to make this decision, even pre-debt, it's not like he's super filthy rich or anything. He may or may not have taken out a loan... but no big deal... right...?

It's also true that neither of them have had any real opportunities to interact with the opposite sex — the Akademiya, of course, has no female students. Well, except for the fact that there's actually been a few cases of some particularly brazen, stupid girls being caught managing to disguise themselves for some time in attempts to get educational certification (presumably try to maintain the act long enough to become self-sufficient), but of course it never lasts long and is swiftly dealt with, given that students are incentivized by the policy that if someone discovers and rats a girl out to the institution, that person will get to keep her. But regardless, neither of them ever encountered such a thing.

Poor Kaveh is rather awkward at first, but he openly acknowledges that -- that is, he's more just awkward rather than shy, has no trouble being up-front and transparent about never having spoken directly to or been so close to a female before. He's pretty confident in his capability to be a good owner, though, he's done a lot of research and knows how to be sensitive and careful.

It's a fascinating experience, though. He's very touchy, and not even in a sexual way, often just reaching out to brush his hands over your skin, almost in a sort of awe. He realizes that for whatever reason, he had more or less subconsciously thought of them to be like inorganic objects, perhaps in part due to having spent almost more occasions seeing them portrayed in statues in architecture courses than in real life (which is very common -- no matter what nation you look at, one learns that in the anthropological sense of things, females are constantly made the subject of art, music, marblework, poetry, and virtually every other aspect of culture, often by men who have very little experience with real-life ones beyond their own mothers and the occasional few hours with prostitutes).

So it almost feels surprising to be reminded that you are made of flesh and blood, and thereby are, in fact, soft and warm and fleshy. It's an exhilarating feeling, holding onto you, even just the slightest touches and wrapping arms around you gives him a sort of natural chemical high, a buzz that's nearly overwhelming. Which, sure, he's heard described before, and has even read about quite extensively in anatomy and biology in the first years of general education, but experiencing it for oneself is totally different, and far more intense of a feeling than he had imagined.

He's really one of the best possible owners you could get, though. Very caring and doting, often to a point that it's suffocating.

And, of course, protective... which becomes an odd dynamic when he's forced to seek alternative living situations and you end up living with Alhaitham, seeing as most protective people probably would not be comfortable with a living situation in which one is living with another guy all the while.

Well, he is uncomfortable, but he doesn't have much of a choice. When his finances go plummeting, he knows who to reach out to... and while Alhaitham knows full well he'll give in and take you two in, there is some hesitation when he thinks about it. It could invite trouble, if someone sees you walking around the house and all... he'll just have to be careful.

Thankfully, Kaveh's still only paying rent for one person. Alhaitham did think about increasing it to something reasonable for two people, but... well, you're not really a "person," so to speak. When it comes to public transportation fees, usually females are considered a carry-on object, like a dog or a large suitcase, and only add an extra fee, which is less than the boarding cost for a person. So, out of generosity, he just leaves it as is.

Alhaitham soon comes to realize, however, that the decision to take you both in has some unforeseen consequences, namely being nagged and hounded about every little thing he does.

He's constantly getting chastised — they're fragile, you know, need ideal conditions. Yes, there needs to be a fire because your kind are very temperature sensitive (shouldn't he know that? Did he not pay any attention in biology??), yes he needs to buy (read: Alhaitham needs to buy) silk sheets because your skin is more fragile, yes they need to start buying (once more, read: Alhaitham needs to start buying) higher quality food for you because your it is critical that you get certain nutrients and vitamins or it will throw off your hormones and biles and all that and make you sick.

It's... irksome. He acts like every little issue that arises is the end of the world, exaggerates any harm that may come to you. And, of course, Kaveh tends to blame him for every negative thing. You get sick for a day and he claims it's because the house is too cold or too dusty, you tripped and fell and got carpet burn and it turned into a five minute lecture on how Alhaitham must have been the one to have mistakenly bunched up the edge of the rug and how he needs to be more careful, having a more fragile creature living here now. You knock something off the top of a cabinet (where they both tend to keep some foodstuffs), trying to reach it and it falls on your head, and soon Alhaitham finds his entire cabinets rearranged, optimized for your reach, and with the snacks you like placed in front of the other stuff.

Not to mention, of course, it's very awkward when he has to listen to you two go at it.

Kaveh's quick to justify that matter when Alhaitham makes some mildly passive-aggressive comment about it. No, it's not unethical nor coercion to have sex with you just because you depend on him for survival or anything. They NEED to have sex or they'll get sick... and in his defense, that's the common belief.

See, Sumeru is, predictably, the origin of a great deal of pseudoscience. Whereas other regions are more prone to bizarre and dumb traditional beliefs and stereotypes with no real basis that simply persist over time, Sumeru inhabitants prefer their misinformation to be peer-reviewed and doctoral-degree-verified, based on "studies" and "research" that is definitely not the sort where they intentionally set up the research to achieve predetermined results. You can even major in things of the sort at the Akademiya, like female medicine or female psychology, very lucrative fields seeing as they deal with primarily high-wealth clients (and otherwise men who are still willing to pay out the nose for the well-being of their beloved).

The Akademiya is also the world's leading institute on research for female hysteria, neurosis and psychosis, and cures thereof. The cause of such disorders is, generally, an imbalance of the humors and biles caused by hormonal deficiencies that are a direct result of the creature being undersexed. The Studies™ show that they become depressed and psychologically unwell as a result of several directly related causes, namely lack of orgasm and lack of having their pair-bonded mate's seed in them. Throws their brains off-balance.

Which is why Kaveh's not like the typical cruel, heartless person that buys these poor victimized girls just to use them like toys and objects, no, he's doing this because it's a necessary part of your care. The intention is what matters, and thereby makes it non-exploitative... also, of course, actually having mutual love for each other makes it non-exploitative, which he insists is the case... he's especially insistent of this after a certain someone muttered an unnecessary comment just loud enough for him to hear that 'she has every incentive to *act* like she loves you, you know,' which left him upset for some time.

He's not wrong... you do gladly proclaim you do. That's how you've always been trained to act — even if you met your master ten seconds ago, you are ready at any moment to muster a smile and say you love him. The universally understood rules are simple: you love your master from the moment you meet him, you show no signs of discontentment, and you pretend as if you came into existence that very moment — never mentioning your past, acting as if any previous owners or living situations have been wiped from your memory, and above all, never comparing your current owner to a past one in a negative way.

Especially seeing as Kaveh is obviously... on edge. It's not like he isn't well aware of the ticking time bomb of a setup he's managed to find himself in. Staying in a home with some other guy, while having you around... it's asking for something to go wrong. Most people wouldn't dare, and would view the choice as a rather stupid one.

Thus, Kaveh is always trying to deter you from interacting, telling you that the man who owns the home is either too calloused and will be a bad influence, or too insensitive and will hurt your feelings; there's no way someone as thoughtless and dense as him would ever be able to appropriately, properly converse with your kind, known for emotionally sensitivity and all. Besides, you have no real reason to even want to speak to him, right?

So you can talk only when they're both around, when he's there to ensure Alhaitham doesn't say something stupidly insensitive or offensive. Which leads to some disputes, the two bicker back and forth even more than they would normally. And you... well, they can't be upset with you for at least trying to intervene, trying to be soft-spoken and sweet so as to not make it worse. It's very awkward for everyone involved.

His affection for you makes him that much more infuriated when he finds out that Alhaitham has been taking you out of the house and, in his mind, forcing you to spend time with him when you obviously have no desire to, parading you around as if you're his. It frustrates him, it upsets him, but... he can't really do anything.

On Alhaitham's end, though, it's only fair, so he thinks. Come on. What was he thinking? Knowing full well that Alhaitham doesn't have one, and yet he still basically wants to torment him by having you there? It feels like rubbing salt in a wound, of course he should know this was bound to happen eventually.

It's just slowly building up to a much bolder move, or rather, a compromise. Just... once a month, maybe. It's what he's owed, you know? And he'll be sure to fill out the paperwork verifying that he has partial ownership, meaning he's entitled to physical relations anyway.

With no other options, Kaveh is more or less forced to agree, albeit very very begrudginly... but, of course, with limits! He doesn't exactly have any right to set those limits, really, but Alhaitham agrees to them if for nothing else but to save himself the complaining and chastising he'd get otherwise. It's only a very small allowance, once per month and only once, no more than half an hour, and absolutely no other exchanges of any affection outside of that! Not that he can be there to enforce that, but he trusts you'll tell him if that bastard makes any move to touch you or kiss you or try anything whenever he's not around... won't you?

Not knowing what else to do (and stuck between trying to keep two rather stubborn individuals happy at the same time), you're very quick to assure him that of course you won't allow such a thing, and, of course, that you love him so much more, he's so much better and he's the only one that can actually make you feel good, so on and so on... he's not exactly happy about the situation, but your words placate him. For now, at least, until Alhaitham keeps pushing the bar for what he's allowed further, and further, and further...

#poor kuckveh 😔#and then he just takes out another loan and goes further into debt to buy one for alhthm so hell leave you two alone--#but also I like to think that kveh just like #sits outside the room the whole time and makes no effort to hide it #like how high school teachers will just blatantly stand there and loom over kids doing group work lmao #.mmau #.kv #.ah

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Unexpected Smile

Draco x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None that I’m mindful of :)

Summary: Reader likes Potions class, but dreads attending because of the Professor who teaches it. But that all ends when she is paired up with Draco to make a Potion.

Note: I don’t use Y/N, and this is kind of a long one. Long but worth it :)

Thing to Notice: I’m sorry if there isn’t enough talking between Reader and Draco, I just wanted to give the feel of Draco’s book personality. This is how I personally think he would react.

ALSO PLEASE SEND REQUESTS I’M RUNNING OUT OF IDEAS.

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“I expect you to have this done by Friday. Class dismissed.”

Snape’s voice grumbled for the last time that day before the noise of his demands were replaced with chairs squeaking and bags closing. The girl herself got up, putting her ink and quill into the bag she carried before she left the classroom, wanting to leave the boring and brain frying class behind. She didn’t dislike Potions, she was quite fond of the class, rather if she didn’t have that particular Professor she would like the experience of mixing unordinary things in a cauldron much better. She couldn’t quite figure out what it was about the certain teacher at Hogwarts the made her dislike him, but she did know that his favor towards the Slytherins (coming from a Slytherin herself) wasn’t truly fair in her opinion. She of course didn’t speak of this, for Slytherins shouldn’t be compassionate according to her mother but in little moments like that she couldn’t help but do so.

It wasn’t until a certain day in Potions that she happened to take an excessive liking to the class along with the Professor; for this was a rare occurrence. It was for the reason of being in pairs for that lesson, her partner being someone that was known as the biggest snob in the history of snobs. He was so full of himself, making no such effort to make himself known as Malfoy’s son. But what was said about him didn’t effect her opinion on the boy, for she thought that since he tried so hard to give people the impression that his family was picture perfect he must have something more real beneath the surface. The surface which he tried to keep iced but ice melted is water every time. She personally thought there wasn’t a reason to not do that, since everyone had something they didn’t want everyone around them to know. Even her, for she didn’t want everyone to know how bad her anxiety got when it was about either schoolwork or just nothing. She couldn’t help her hands shaking and her lungs running out of air but no one could know that. No one will know that. So she would understand when someone wouldn’t want to open up to her, or someone else in general when it comes to what they are going through.

But at the moment when her and Draco’s name left Snape’s lips, and he reluctantly got up from his seat to join the usually empty seat beside her, she wanted nothing more than him to tell her every insecurity he ever had; past or present. Every problem on his mind about anything at all.

But of course it was foolish and silly to think that, for she knew that she was someone he wouldn’t ever think about talking to since they’ve never encountered before this moment.

So when the boy sat down beside her she smiled softly, giving him the gentlest welcome she could master, only to get a quiet snarl in response; she shrugged it off quickly though, despite the ever so soft sting in her chest.

After the what felt like year lasting instructions were spoken students started shuffling around, getting the best looking ingredients out of the supply that was there.

The girl was surprised when she saw that Draco had already gotten the things, separating the supplies accordingly into groups.

After a few seconds she wasn’t that surprised as she once, because she figured he got up when she wasn’t looking or did so before everyone else did to get first dibs; or just magic was simply the answer. Either way she didn’t mind as Draco handed her the feathers, signaling her to separate and chop them.

“How do you know to do that?”

The voice was sharp and demanding, interrupting her current task at hand. She looked up at Draco, his face displaying curiosity and what looked like annoyance.

“To dice not chop.” He questioned, nodding to the diced mint leaves that were carefully cut on the cutting board in front of her. She found herself sinking down, a feeling of embarrassment settling in her chest as his eyes continued to linger on her.

“Well leaves are mostly diced when being put in a Potion; it helps the scent release and the effects to happen more quickly.” She explained, feeling her cheeks heat up as his eyes scanned her face, studying her like an open book he was taking notes on before a big exam. The silver eyes on her greatly impacted her, a fact she quickly noticed and wasn’t embarrassed to admit to herself.

He finally seemed to stop examining her, eyes showing a spark of interest.

“Oh.” He said shortly. “I will keep that in mind I suppose.”

If anyone else in the grounds of Hogwarts were to be told that by Draco Malfoy himself, they would be given the impression of mocking and annoyance, but she dug deeper and found appreciation and thanksgiving for the quick tip of the subject she knew he loved. She’s always noticed how Draco was good at Potions, always knowing reactions and understanding directions in the book easier than others. And that, right there, was one of the many reasons why she wanted to see the water surface and not the iced.

She made sure to smile soft, picking up the cutting board and scraping the diced leaves into the cauldron as he mixed counterclockwise slowly with the wooden spoon. What she did take notice of was not only did the liquid inside start to bubble and change color, but the normally straight-line formed lips stretched into a soft smile in exchange.

#draco lucius malfoy #draco malfoy #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco x reader #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #stories #tom felton x reader #x reader #imagines

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fanfic-lover-girl · 1 year ago

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Sorry but how was Aang “Barely Competent” in Firebending?

It Took Zuko until season 2 to get anywhere near Aang’s level and Aang’s been training for a month while Zuko’s been training for years. Love him or hate him, there’s no denying that it’s clear Aang is the better Firebender.

Zuko can only make 2 fire blasts at the same time. Aang? 3 without avatar state. Zuko took years to get more than smoke. Aang? Took a day.

Iroh admits Zuko was still at Basic Level in Firebending during The First episode. Zuko on Aang’s Firebending? Admits that redirecting Lightning was the last thing that he wants to teach. Considering Zuko’s and Aang’s battles, Iroh and Zuko were likely right about their respective pupils skills.

Hi anon. I regretted that reblog like 5mins after posting. Would you be happy if I just said you can believe what you want and call it a day??

Me neither I suppose. Sigh. I'll try to convey my thought process when I made that post. First, let me address your points.

how was Aang “Barely Competent” in Firebending

Aang trained with fire the least. Of course, with more time, Aang would master it but by the end of the show, Zuko is still better at firebending by virtue of time/experience.

Just to clarify, you are saying Aang at the end of the show is on par with season 2 Zuko? I don't think you can objectively say that. We don't see Aang using firebending seriously in a fight until the finale. And if I correctly recall the fight against Ozai, fire was not his main element. I think he used air and earth the most in that fight. It would have been cool to see fire being used more by him given the power boost of the comet though. And even if season 2 Zuko was on the same level as season 3 Aang, you need to consider that Aang was taught the true way of firebending from the get-go (well there was Jeong-Jeong of course but that was hardly serious training). Being a master is about how many times you failed and how much you learned from those failures. With Zuko's experience, he will always have an understanding of firebending that Aang will lack. My guy Zuko has failed A LOT.

Zuko took years to get more than smoke.

Huh?? Is this meant to be a joke?? Was this said in a comic?? If so, those are hardly canon to me.

Iroh admits Zuko was still at Basic Level in Firebending during The First episode.

Well, Zuko must have advanced quickly anon! With the basics, he was able to hold his own against Zhao (whom Iroh claimed to be a master) twice. He beat Zhao in the agni kai too. Zuko was able to keep up with Zhao in the Northern Water Tribe when Zuko was not at his best. Considering Katara almost murdered him and he still had injuries from his ship's explosion. Zuko is able to fight against Earth kingdom soldiers and fight the Rough Rhinos. Zuko has demonstrated numerous times that he is an above-average firebender.

And that was just season 1! Zuko has changed so much since season 1. Zuko was at the basics because Iroh was practically trying to reteach Zuko the fundamentals! Also, Zuko was gravely injured. I can only believe that Zuko had to relearn how to fight with limited vision and dealing with all that emotional turmoil.

Zuko on Aang’s Firebending? Admits that redirecting Lightning was the last thing that he wants to teach.

Once again, Zuko was on a limited time schedule. He was basically giving Aang a crash course. It's almost like a student learning the most important topic while they cram for the exam the next day. Even if Zuko had other things to teach Aang, redirecting lightning is way more important for Aang's survival. If Zuko was truly able to teach Aang everything in a few weeks, it paints firebending as an inferior bending style. Aang even admits in the finale that he needs more time to master firebending. He was planning to skip the comet because he was not ready. I don't believe in the opinion that students can't become better than their masters. But Aang was still learning by the end of season 3. Just being Aang's teacher gives Zuko an advantage in a fight.

Other small points:

Fire is not Aang's native element. Aang is always most comfortable with air. Aang does not dedicate the same effort Katara, Toph and Zuko do to their native elements. Aang was the better waterbender in season 1 (at least when it came to learning new techniques) but Katara was the one who self-taught herself those techniques. Even though as the avatar he should have been working harder than Katara to master waterbending, she overtakes him by a mile by the end of season 1. Aang and Katara were classmates. If anything Aang should be teaching Katara given he was able to start classes before her due to Pakku's sexism. She should not have to teach him anything. All this to say is that Zuko will have a greater passion for firebending compared to Aang. Zuko does not have to worry about other elements and Aang proves that raw talent is meaningless unless it is backed by dedication and hard work.

Firebending has a stronger symbolism for Zuko compared to Aang. Fire was a roadblock in Aang's avatar journey but firebending literally shaped Zuko's character and played a huge role in his redemption arc. A lot of his family issues revolve around Azula being a better firebender than him. When Zuko redeems himself, he has to relearn the meaning of firebending symbolizing the pivoting of his character. Learning the true meaning of fire is also important for him to lead the fire nation into a better future as the new firelord. Firebending has so much more thematic importance for Zuko than Aang.

By the end of the show, Zuko is able to rival Azula in combat. The idea of season 3 Aang lasting long in a firebending match with Azula is hilarious to me. Azula was able to give Aang a run for his money with the help of his more competent elements. Imagine Aang fighting Azula in the last agni kai. The girl would kill him.

Those are my main thoughts. I think Zuko is a better firebender. If anything else comes to mind, I will add to this but I am not in the mood to have a long reblog debate about it. If you still think Aang is the better firebender, I really don't care. I refuse to be stressed out on Tumblr again.

All of Aang's teachers are better benders in their own respective elements than Aang. That's just how it is. LOK gave me no indications that Aang became better than Zuko or the others either.

I will say that the gap in ability between Aang and Zuko is the smallest compared to Toph and Katara though. Aang may be able to catch up with Zuko (especially if Zuko never learnt lightning) if he works hard at it but there is no way in hell Aang will ever match Toph and Katara.

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dailycharacteroption · 5 months ago

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Magaambya Attendant (Pathfinder Second Edition Archetype)

(art by LorenzoTonetto on DeviantArt)

(Oh goodness, I must have been supremely tired last night, as I forgot to post this. Never fear, Tuesday’s entry will be coming later today as well)

Of all the magical academies I’ve seen in fiction, Magaambya is probably one of my favorites. Founded on the teachings of the man who singlehandedly saved the traditions of arcane magic during the Age of Darkness and shored up by his philosophy of magic for all and used for the betterment of all, it truly has become Oldmage Jatembe’s shining legacy, where students are taught not just to master magic, but how to use it to better others… and most learn these lessons well. Most of them.

In any case, today we’re looking at the Magaambya Attendant, an archetype associated with the school. While not every graduate has this archetype, those that do represent those that have taken the lessons, both philosophical and magical, to heart. This isn’t to say that others slack on their lessons, rather that the Attendants draw power directly from their lessons rather than just philosophically.

Additionally, these attendants often also specialize in the lessons of one of the five branches of scholarship at the Magaambya: the Cascade Bearers who value creativity and imagination in magic; the Emerald Bough, who favor camaraderie and goodwill; Rain-Scribes, who adapt and learn from their mistakes; Tempest-Sun Mages who value valor and the courage to let their own views be challenged and changed; and finally Uzunjati, storyteller masters that seek wisdom in the lore and knowledge of old.

No matter how they specialize, however, they are still students of the same philosophy, so let’s take a look at how they apply what they have learned!

The base dedication of this archetype grants training in either the primal or arcane arts, as well as a basic cantrip in either of those traditions. Additionally, one must pick affiliation with one of the aforementioned branches, and finally, since they are associated with the same school, one can also take the halcyon speaker archetype alongside this one without the restriction one normally sees with archetypes.

Traditionally, Magammbya mages wear masks, often enchanted, when performing their duties, but some find, whether by accident or design, that their mask takes on a life of it’s own, becoming their familiar. While not all can talk, they can all detach from the wearer’s face and move about with a body composed of multicolored light, and can of course pretend to be an ordinary mask when the need strikes.

Naturally, some attendants master magic to further bolster their mask familiars, granting them new abilities.

Cascade Bearers demonstrate surprising flexibility, able to alter their spells on the fly with metamagical techniques they haven’t properly mastered yet, though only once a day.

Emerald Boughs are expected to travel beyond the school and potentially recruit new students. As such, they have a knack for adapting quickly to any culture they find themselves in.

Meanwhile, Rain-Scribes learn how to sustain their bodies entirely with ambient magic, eliminating the need for food, though they can also overclock it to stay awake while resting normally at the cost of needing food later.

The Tempest-Suns are perhaps the most likely to engage in combat, so they’d developed techniques to redirect the flow of their attacking spells, minimizing damage to their allies while also redirecting some of the energy to ward them for a few moments as well.

The Storytellers of the Uzunjati know dozens of tales, and they can leverage that knowledge to recall important tales and impress others with their knowledge of the old wisdom.

Later on, Cascade Bearers learn to be more flexible with the sources of their magic, able to add occult and divine magics to their halcyon spell arsenal.

Travelling so far from home, many Emerald Boughs find it useful to store away certain items for later use, and learn to create a small pocket dimension to store items that lasts as long as they remain conscious. Perfect for hiding an item that cannot be allowed to be stolen, or emergency tools for a situation.

Rain-Scribes are themed around adaptability, so some master learn to turn aside that which would hinder them. By shrouding themselves in magic, they can stride easily through difficult terrain, destroying or casting aside the inhibiting elements of which as they do so, with not even magically manipulated terrain being safe.

The combat expertise of Tempest-Suns continues as they learn how to expend unused spell energy to blunt and block incoming attacks, robbing them of the force to wound.

Masters among the Uzunjati can recall information and create a story about it on the fly, entertaining and gaining useful information in one act.

True masters among the Uzunjati might also learn to improve their stories further, providing useful advice and maybe a little guiding magic to bolster their allies when fighting a foe that inspired the recalled story in the first place.

As you can see, this archetype is primarily all about branching into one of the many schools of thought and roles associated with the academy, granting abilities that are thematic to what each branch of the school favors and represents, though obviously some are more flashy than others. This also means that an individual can only take a maximum of three feats (four for Uzunjati) from this archetype, making it relatively unobtrusive if you want to blend it with its sister archetype, the Halcyon Speaker, or take it by itself for some practical abilities that speak to the character’s role and vocation.

Like I said before, neither this archetype nor the Halcyon Speaker are required to represent a graduate of the Magaambya, but they both help represent someone who has learned to incorporate the unique teachings of the academy into their magical arsenal, and it’s nice to have such an option. Additionally, I like that in addition to breaking down the barriers between arcane and primal magic, the branches of the school are not broken down by schools of magic, but by philosophy in how magic is learned and applied. This goes a long way towards justifying how the Thassilonian schools are not universal, and why the schools of magic in the remastered version are more broad in their theming. (though I’ll still be using them for those that want them.

The dry desert consumes the weak, that is what Torva, a beastkin orc woman, grew up understanding, but when her latent talent for the druidic arts manifested, she was sent off to the Oasis, an impossible green city in the middle of the sands, to harness her magic at their academy. There, she encountered the kind and unjudging school environment and began to question what it meant to be weak or strong.

Instructor Kanzarato has a reputation at the school, and not just because he’s a dragon! The brine dragon wyrm tries very hard, but has trouble thinking of his classroom as anything other than his territory. However, once he has warmed up to new students, he is the first and fiercest to protect them.

Charming and quick with a joke, the storyteller Uban has many a tale they could spin, including those of the days when the magic academy of the White Valley still stood, teaching a blending of every source of magic. In the late night, when most have gone to bed, he confides that though they are outlawed and hunted, the mages of that school do still remain, bringing kindness and wisdom to those that need it. He meets any suggestion that he is one such mage with a soft chuckled and a wink.

#pathfinder second edition #archetype #magaambyan attendant #orc #dragon #brine dragon #Character Guide #Legends

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aesopsharpmybeloved · 1 year ago

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Of Care and Control

Fifty one days, or the de-stressing of Aesop Sharp - A nasty slander pushes the already stressed professor to lose his temper. Fortunately, his sweetheart is close by.

Shout out to my amazing consultant/co-author @tea-withjamandbread!

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18+! GO AWAY CHILDREN!

Of Care and Control (5.6k words)

tw: explicit, vaginal sex, rough sex, blowjob, slight angst, teacher-student relationship (reader is adult), mostly aesop's pov, aesop sharp needs a hug and a good f*ck apparently, porn with a bit of plot

Aesop didn’t think his expectations were unreasonable. He was teaching a difficult subject, one in which a single mistake could turn fatal. And as much as the students often wracked his last nerve, he didn't want any of them to actually die, especially not in his classroom. Matilda would be most displeased with him… So he pushed hard, trying to get into their heads the importance of studying and preparing for his class. He didn't care if none of them ever brewed a single potion again after they were finished with Hogwarts, however, while they were in his classroom, he required their absolute focus. No, he didn't think his expectations were unreasonable at all. And yet, many seemed to disagree.

And, as he was making his rounds around the students' cauldrons, he unfortunately heard one of them disagreeing in a rather foul manner.

“Maybe if I spent as much time in his office as (L/N) does, I’d get an Outstanding as well…”

It was like a kick to the stomach.

“Maybe if you spent half as much time studying and honing your skills as Miss (L/N) does, instead of chatting and sending notes to your friends during class, you would get better than a Dreadful!” Aesop snapped back immediately, his voice loud and eyes dark and stormy.

The fifth year Ravenclaw, Wilhelmina Adler, closed her mouth and stared at him fearfully. Her pale cheeks were getting red: "S-sir! I'm-... I'm sorry, I-I didn't mean anythi-" "Save it,” he said coldly, not letting her finish her sentence. “Finish your potion, clean up your mess, and leave. I'm choosing to believe what you just said was only proof of your stupidity and ignorance, rather than actual malice, but I don't want you to speak in my classes anymore. I hope we understand each other."

And with that, Aesop turned around and stomped back to his desk. He sat into his chair heavily, still reeling with anger and frustration. He started reading through his curriculum for the rest of the week's classes to calm down, not even bothering to start grading the fourth years' essays, as he'd probably snap his quill in half.

When the class came to a close, he accepted each students’ bottled potion. Adler's hand was shaking when she deposited her very poorly brewed Draught of Peace. Sophoria Franklin's potion was the best, that much he could tell by giving it a single look, and though he was still very tense, he forced his face into the tiniest little smile as he congratulated the young lady on her work.

After his classroom became student-free, he uncorked the potion and gave it a whiff. It did seem to be close to perfect, and it was in fact the only one of the potions the students brewed he would actually drink. And was he feeling like drinking it right now…

Now, Miss Adler probably wasn't cruel, but she was idiotic to no end, and something about what she said made a nasty feeling flutter about the potions master's stomach.

Yes, his young lover did get excellent marks in his class, but they were always deserved. It was obvious to everyone who ever saw her working that she excels in the subject. She had a keen mind, and her technique was flawless. How could it not be - she brewed almost as often as Aesop himself, he's been in her Room of Requirement and saw her potion stations. He didn't play favourites with her, he never needed to. Every mark, every praise and compliment he ever gave the young woman was well deserved and he would've given them to anyone who'd do such a good job.

But then… What if more people began thinking along the same lines as Miss Adler? What if all of (F/N)'s work and effort got somehow perversely transformed into a conviction that their relationship is perhaps transactional? That his sweetheart slept with him to get a good grade.

Aesop grabbed Adler's potion roughly and threw it on the ground. The vial shattered and the brown gooey substance inside spilled onto the floor.

Idiot girl.

If he was being honest with himself, it wasn't the implication that angered him the most, as he knew that to be untrue. (F/N) loved him. He loved her. And in just fifty one days, they'll no longer be a student and her professor.

What angered him, and more importantly, what terrified him was the potential rumour itself. He often worried he was hurting his lover by keeping her for himself, when she could do so much better, but she kept proving to him, again and again, that this worry was silly - the happiness he often saw in her eyes when they were together… If he could make her this happy, maybe he wasn't so bad for her after all. But now… now he was terrified that he'd end up hurting her by ruining her reputation.

The logical part of him knew her friends would never believe such a rumour, nor would anyone who knew her at least a little bit, anyone who actually saw her in his class. But what if some other idiot student would? What if the words spread so much that some people would just accept them as the truth. Fifty one days was not a long time, but it was definitely enough to make a lot of damage in somebody's life. It was enough to hurt someone's feelings.

With a flick of his wand, Aesop cleaned up the mess. He took the fourth years' essays into his office, where the seventh years' little pop quiz waited to be graded as well. He needed to get out of his head, and perhaps burying himself in work would help. It was going to be a long afternoon and evening.

—

“Hey, you,” said the young woman herself, leaning against the door frame. Aesop barely lifted his head to greet her, all of his attention seemingly on the pop quiz answers he’s been grading. Except he hasn’t written anything for at least an hour now. “You missed dinner,” she spoke again, entering the office and closing the door behind herself. She used a locking, as well as a silencing charm her potions master taught her on the room.

“Wasn’t hungry,” Aesop grumbled with a sigh, and finally put down his completely dry quill. He lifted his gaze, but he still wasn’t looking at her. Not really looking.

“Sophoria Franklin told me what happened today. What Adler said, that is,” the eighteen year old came closer, studying the professor carefully. “Please tell me that’s not what’s gotten you into this mood?” Aesop was quiet, finally looking at his young lover. Her gaze was filled with nothing but love and kindness. He sighed, closing his eyes. His elbows came to rest on his desk while his fingers began massaging his temples.

“I just…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper, low and slightly hoarse, “it bothers me. Not because there’s any truth to it, by Merlin, no… But I-... I hate that someone could speak of you in such a vile manner. While a few people know about the true nature of our relationship, many only know that we meet often, that we’re close… I’m not stupid, we’re in a school, it’d be very unusual for there not to be gossip, but I hoped it wouldn’t get quite this… cruel. And especially to you. I don‘t want your name to be dragged through the mud because of me.”

The young woman released a sigh of her own, and Aesop suddenly realised she moved to stand behind him at some point. Her small, warm hands soon stroked his shoulders, while her fingers worked on untangling the knots that formed in his muscles after hours of nearly motionless sitting in his chair.

“Such a clever man and such silly thoughts,” she said. It wasn’t the first time Sharp heard this sentence, and he was positive it wouldn’t be the last time either. The girl leaned over his shoulder so she could brush her lips against his cheekbone. “Nobody who knows either of us would ever believe such nonsense,” she spoke quietly, resting her head against his own then, her fingers still massaging the muscles in his shoulders and back. “Neither your friends nor mine would ever even entertain the thought. If anything, they’d be just as upset as you. They are, actually.”

The potions master made a soft inquiring sound. “Sophoria also told me that Amit screamed at Wilhelmina in the common room, when he found out what she said. Amit Thakkar, of all people!” The girl actually chuckled. “You and I know what we have together, what we feel for each other. And, as you said, a chosen few know as well. That's the reality and the truth. Why would you care what some brain-dead fifth year thinks?”

Sharp sighed once more. He rolled his shoulders slowly, pleased to find his muscles relaxed and free of any pain. The heavy dark clouds covering his mind slowly dissipated, revealing a brilliant star filled sky behind them. “You’re right,” he whispered, his eyes still closed, his head resting against (F/N)’s, “I suppose I got a little too… worked up. It’s been quite hectic lately, all the essays, exams and consultations, we barely have any time. I’ll admit I’m feeling a little stressed.”

The former Auror swore he could almost hear the girl’s grin as she took a step back from him. Aesop immediately missed her body’s warmth. Oh so slowly, she walked into his field of view, and moved to sit on the edge of his desk. Her legs crossed elegantly. “Why, that is exactly why I’m here, Professor Sharp,” she chirped sweetly, her foot bobbing up and down frivolously. The soft smooth skin of her shin and calf peeked at the potions master enticingly from under the long Ravenclaw robes, and Aesop’s hand immediately went to close around her slim ankle, seemingly on its own accord.

“Miss (L/N)...” he purred in a low voice, “you seem to have forgotten to put on your stockings today…” His large calloused hand slid over the exposed skin, pushing the robes out of the way slowly, teasingly. The young woman’s smile got even wider with every inch of skin he uncovered with his gentle ministrations. “Oh, sir,” she replied in kind, “I happen to have forgotten to put on everything else as well…” And with that, (F/N) opened her Ravenclaw robe and let it slide down her shoulders. It pooled around her hips where she was sitting on his desk, revealing her young delicate body to her lover’s hungry eyes. Her nipples immediately hardened in the cool air of the dungeon office.

It wasn’t the only thing that hardened right away. While Aesop tried to stifle it, a quiet groan escaped from somewhere in the back of his throat. Both of his hands now gripped her legs, fingers digging into the flesh of her calves as he looked her up and down with hooded eyes. Sweet Merlin, she looked like a feast, and Aesop just realised that he was famished.

However, before he could pull her legs apart and eat his fill, she slid from the edge of his desk to stand in front of him in all of her naked glory. “You with your layers…” She said with a dramatic sigh, her smaller hands coming to undo his cravat, which she then proceeded to toss somewhere over her left shoulder. She then placed her hands on her hips, standing tall in front of him, everything on display for Aesop and Aesop alone. Without another word, he slipped his overcoat and jacket off, hanging them on the backrest of his chair, before he spread his legs and brought his sweetheart even closer by her hips.

His heated, rough face made contact with the impossibly soft skin of her sternum, his hands now stroking her ribs, making her shiver slightly. He kissed every single inch of her he could reach, his mouth soon finding the curve of her breasts. Aesop dragged his teeth over the warm sensitive flesh until he reached a nipple. His tongue circled the aorela’s edge, before he kissed the little hard bead lovingly, sucking it into his mouth shortly. Her other breast received similar treatment. His arms chased her when she stepped back, desperately wanting to pull the young woman back to him.

There was a kittenish smile on her face, when he opened his eyes again. She’s dropped to her knees before him, crawling closer once more. He was already breathing hard, his mind absolutely clouded by lust. His trousers were way too tight, his undergarments getting a little damp, his chest was feeling too hot and he could feel sweat seeping into his undershirt. Her head dropped to his thigh as she watched him blindly and clumsily open up the buttons of his waistcoat and shirt, trying to rid himself of their cottony confines. His suspenders were pushed down carelessly before he pulled open his undershirt as well, making a few buttons scatter over the floor next to (F/N)’s legs.

“My, my, a little impatient, aren’t we, love?” she cooed before she let one of her hands slide up his leg and push against his straining erection. Aesop let out a groan. It’s been more than a few days since they were last intimate together, and his yearning was only made worse by the stressful schedule he had now.

He knew she was longing for him as well, having covertly received her handwritten letter with her last essay. He had to admit, she was very talented when it came to writing erotic letters, if the way his body arched off the bed upon his climax a few days ago was any proof. He read and reread the words she wrote, trying to catch a whiff of the gentle smell of her perfume from the parchment, all the while tugging at himself desperately, imagining his hand to be hers, imagining doing the things she described in her letter.

However, now she was kneeling right in front of him, her face getting closer and closer to his crotch, and she was very much real. She nuzzled her face into the bulge at the front of his trousers, making him run a hand through his own hair, a few strands sticking to his face damply. “Oh, Merlin,” he groaned when he felt her tongue even through the two layers covering his poor throbbing cock. Thin fingers came to undo his breeches as well as his drawers, pulling both down until they were bunched around his knees.

He gasped and opened his eyes when the cool air hit the heated manhood and another drop of precome formed on the swollen tip. The little vixen knew exactly what she was doing, knew just how desperate she was making him. The young woman came even closer, her face now directly over the teacher’s erection while her hands went to his hips and upwards, sneaking expertly under his open undershirt and coming to stroke at his ribs, his chest, fingers tangling into the dark hair there.

Just when her fingers slid over his nipples did she lower her mouth onto him slowly, and Aesop struggled to keep his eyes open and his hips from bucking up into her. She placed several small kisses against the glans, releasing a chuckle every time his cock throbbed and the crystal clear drop rolled down the shaft.

He saw her carefully cover her teeth with her lips like he taught her to, before she finally took him into her mouth. As with many things (F/N)(L/N) did, she proved to be a quick learner when it came to giving him pleasure this way. She wasn’t able to take all of him, as he was a large man after all, but she was enthusiastic and eager to please, not to mention very observant. When she took him in as much as she could, she hollowed out her cheeks and moved slowly back up, dragging her tongue over his underside. She started slowly repeating these motions, making sure to occasionally roll the glans around in her mouth, circling it with her tongue.

Aesop closed his fists around the armrests of his chair in a vice grip, so he didn’t grab her hair and push her down entirely, like his body was screaming at him to do. The idea of him filling her mouth and throat fully, holding her head in his hands and letting his hips roughly thrust into the tight heat, made a dark thrill run through him, as well as the first signal that if she carries on like this, it’s all going to be over too soon.

With a low moan, he gently pulled his young lover off his aching cock, caressing her cheek. “Oh, you are so lovely…” his voice rumbled through his chest when he saw her face. Her eyes were almost black with arousal, her cheeks were blushing furiously, and Aesop could see that a few drops of saliva escaped from her mouth and rolled down her chin. And yet, there was a little smile on her face, one that told him how much she loved him, and how much she was going to show him so.

The girl gave him a mock pout, her voice filled with mischief when she spoke: "Not good?" Aesop clenched his jaw, his own voice almost a growl: "We both know that were you even better, I'd have already come down your throat.” That made his sweetheart release a little whine and the professor only now noticed that while she was working him with her mouth, stroking what she couldn't take with one hand, the other hand was betweenher thighs, teasing at her own entrance. The sight made his already dark eyes darken even more.

“Come here. Now.”

It was obvious he wasn’t asking.

And yet, the girl made no effort to get up, smiling up at him instead, her free hand still moving up and down his shaft languidly. Aesop was breathing hard. His self control was slipping rapidly now. His eyes were half pleading and half wild as he stared into her own intensely. The girl still didn't budge. Instead, she gave him one more mischievous smile before she suddenly took him in her mouth again, deeper than before, while simultaneously pushing her own fingers inside her and moaning around his cock.

Her teasing, the sight of her, the smell of her, the sounds… all of this after his dreadful day, after the days of longing and frustration, of pining and all the stress.

Something in Aesop snapped.

It was like a dam had broken through and he couldn’t do anything about it. “Oh, fucking hell!” he growled loudly and one-handedly picked the girl up from the floor. His free arm threw everything off the desk with a single swipe, and there was a flurry of parchment, quills and ink hitting the ground everywhere around them. At that moment, Aesop didn’t care about the shattering of glass, nor the black liquid that sprayed over the floor and some of the essays and quizzes that were sent flying. He didn’t even care about the surprised cry the Ravenclaw made when she was roughly pushed onto the now clear desk, her plush bottom hitting the sharp edge of it quite painfully.

He managed to muster up the last piece of his control: "If at any poin-" "If at any point I want you to stop, I'll say the word." his sweetheart said breathlessly, not yet having quite caught up to her current position. And with that, the last of his restraint left.

Finally.

His brain stopped working - its blood supply was severely shortened, as it was currently needed entirely elsewhere. His desire took the wheel, and it wanted to take.

He positioned himself at her entrance blindly, his cock held in an almost painful grip, and he filled her to the brim with a single harsh snap of his hips. The young woman yelped, and she trashed, unprepared for the sudden intrusion, but it was no use to her. One hand of the potion master came to connect her wrists above her head and held them there, while the other grabbed onto her thigh, keeping her nice and open for him, his fingers bruising the soft skin in their mean grip.

Aesop didn’t wait for her to adjust, immediately setting a fast pace, his thrusts hard and deep. The girl was soon reduced into a whimpering, wanton mess, her head still trashing as Professor Aesop Sharp fucked her with all the ferocity of a wild predatory beast. She’d be lying if she said she didn’t love every second of it. Not that speaking was exactly an option right now.

The professor leaned over and trapped her body under his own, putting an end to her back arching at the overwhelming sensations. He released her hands and her arms instantly wrapped around his back, holding onto him for dear life. The sudden sharp pain of (F/N)’s fingernails digging at his back made Sharp groan loudly into her ear, his hips shuddering midthrust, his fervour increasing. His arms went under her body, one hand grabbing her shoulder from below for better leverage, while the other knotted into her hair, pulling her head back and exposing her neck.

“Ae- Aesop!” she managed to grit out, her voice slurred, eyes screwed shut as her body shook in his arms. When the potions master spoke, he nearly didn’t recognise his own voice. Despite the tempest of pleasure and most primal animalistic desire raging through his body, setting all of his nerve endings on fire, his voice was almost calm, yet rough and impossibly low. “You- ah! You are a bloody tease, dear, “ he said right next to her ear, “now be a good girl and take it.” She moaned pitifully, her body already succumbing to its first climax, torn from her core suddenly, nearly violently. She was barely able to reciprocate the bruising kiss he pressed onto her lips then, her mind absolutely blank from the sudden explosion of endorphins.

He felt himself chuckle against her mouth breathlessly upon feeling his lover’s body answer to him so quickly, so readily, her thighs trembling with her orgasm, her eyes fluttering shut and eyebrows flying up, absolutely sinful sounds pouring from her lips. “That’s it…" he was barely able to know what he was saying, "that's it, sweetheart, that's a good girl. You’re taking my cock so well." His hips were rutting into hers harshly.

His scorching hot face buried into her even hotter neck, breathing in the perfume she used, perfectly mixing with her natural scent. It drove him completely wild. Aesop dragged his beard and teeth across her delicate skin, a thin film of sweat clinging to it.

"You're mine…" at this point, he really didn't recognise his own voice, the gruff and aloof potions professor turning into this wild, purely carnal animalistic being, who only wanted to take, to claim, to mark. With every move and touch, with every sound he was getting closer to his breaking point, the sensation rendering him unable to think clearly, to think at all. "Mine," he growled and bit into her neck. Hard. So hard that he could taste a bit of copper on his tongue. The girl's body tried in vain to buck against his own, her physique standing no chance against his considerable height and strength. She cried out, pleasure and pain mixing into a single word: "Yours!"

Aesop felt his body quickly approaching its climax, and sped up even more, pounding into his young lover at a brutal pace, grabbing her hips to help himself along. The desk was making small high pitched squeaky sounds, as the professor's hard thrusts made it slightly slide forward on the floor. One of (F/N)'s hands left his back to claw at the wooden surface next to her instead, leaving scratch marks in its wake.

He went harder. He bit more. He growled when a smaller hand pulled at his hair. He chuckled darkly when his young lover cried out unintelligibly again, coming for him for the second time, her soft body writhing and shuddering, her cunt squeezing him in a vice grip, milking his erection. He was mere seconds from joining her in her ecstasy.

He grabbed her by the hair again, forcing her to look at him. Aesop admired the way she was barely able to do so, her eyes unfocused, her mouth opened wide, her face entirely red. The girl was gasping hoarsely, looking so absolutely overwhelmed with pleasure, it was like she was struggling not to lose consciousness. The fact her hand was still in his own hair, that her legs were wrapped tightly around his hips, that while her eyes were unfocused, they were still filled with the same love and absolute devotion and trust, that's what threw the potions master over the edge.

His entire body shuddered, and Aesop bit into his lover's lower lip, a final loud moan leaving his throat as he did so. "M-mine," he rasped before screwing his eyes shut. A wave of pleasure exploded from his core, hitting him with the power of charging Graphorn, and his toes curled in his boots, every single muscle in his legs tightening.

His cock throbbed heavily as a rope after rope of seed filled the young woman's accepting body. His head dropped, landing against her shoulder. Every single thought left his head as he let the satisfaction overwhelm him entirely. Aesop was breathing hard, the aftershocks making his skin sizzle sensually.

When he finally came fully to, he realised just how tight he's been squeezing his lover. He loosened his hold somewhat, but his arms were still enveloping her completely. His head was laid upon her collarbone, his satisfied body was resting on top of hers, and Aesop was certain he was crushing her a little, but he couldn't find it in himself to move just yet. If she felt any discomfort, she didn’t say so. Then again, she didn’t exactly seem able to speak at the moment, her delicate young body still trembling under him, her breathing laboured, her lips occasionally releasing little whimpers of pleasure still. He wasn’t any better, really.

The potions master was hyper aware of the sweat between their bodies, of his come seeping out of her quivering entrance, running down his bollocks. “Mhmm, sweet Merlin,” he groaned quietly after several minutes, “that was… otherworldly.” Unintelligible humming was his only answer. Some more time later, when he felt stable enough to stand on his own two legs again, he braced against the desk and straightened up. His soft member slipped out of (F/N)’s body, prompting another little stream of pearly white spunk to leave her gaping hole.

Aesop looked down at his handiwork, and was both satisfied and a little horrified with what he’d done. The young woman laying on his desk looked absolutely ruined. Her head was tilted back, her eyes screwed shut. Her hair fell around her head like a halo, messy and tangled from his hands gripping it. Her mouth was swollen and red from kisses.

The girl’s body was no better, there were bite marks on her skin, one of them particularly nasty and placed way above where her shirt and robe collar would be. He saw the perfect imprint of his teeth in the soft skin, and he knew there would be bruising. Perhaps she could hide it well enough with her hair, but she’ll definitely feel it for a few days. There were already small bruises forming where he gripped her, where his fingers dug into the flesh of her waist, her hips, thighs. He’s never been this rough with her before, and while he was still riding on his post-coital high, he also felt incredibly guilty for ravishing her like he did.

“Aesop, whatever it is that’s going through that brilliant mind of yours, I can assure you that it’s a load of rubbish,” her sweet voice tore him from his thoughts. His hands landed on her warm body, his touch now utmostly gentle and soothing. He weighed her breasts in his large hands, his thumbs circling the hardened nipples, before moving lower over her ribs, to her hips. He massaged the surely sore flesh. One of his hands then moved all the way up to her face to caress it, to trace her lips. “I’m sorry. Are you alright? I didn’t mean to get so rough…” (F/N)’s eyes opened and she looked at him. Her face was relaxed, filled with serenity, satisfaction and a frankly overwhelming amount of love. She gave him a tired grin: “Do you hear me complaining, love? If anything, it was rather exhilarating to see you and feel you like that… I didn’t expect this to happen, but I’m happy it did. Trust me, I would’ve said the word if it didn’t feel good.”

Aesop gave her a beaming smile then, and leaned down once more to steal a kiss from her sweet lips, his arms cradling her close once more. She sighed and melted into his ministrations. “How do you feel, Ace? Any better?” she asked after a while. “Yes,” the teacher replied quietly, “I feel like I… really needed that. It’s just been too much lately. And today, with that idiotic girl…” “Shh… Only less than two months left, Aesop,” her hands stroked his back lovingly, “Less than two months, and then not only will we be able to finally be together fully, but you probably won’t have to speak to Adler ever again. Or do you expect her to make it into your NEWT class?” Aesop groaned: “Even if she got an Outstanding from her OWLs, which she will not, there’s no way I’d accept her…”

“Heavens… Fifty one days to be exact. Fifty one days before I can stop pretending you’re just my student, and not the absolute most important person in my life…” Aesop gathered her face in his hands and pressed their foreheads together. The young woman smiled at him, watching him through her lashes: “Forty five days for me, I stop counting the second I’m done with the exams. As for pretending you’re nothing but my professor, I’m afraid that ship has sailed the weekend you took me ‘herb picking’.” Aesop chuckled quietly.

“Sorry about this… hope you won’t have a problem hiding it…” he pointed to the bite mark he made on her neck, touching it gently with the tip of his finger, which made the girl wince a little. “It will be barely visible under my hair,” she replied, confirming his earlier thoughts, “unless I put my hair up. Which I might start doing, it’s getting rather warm outside, don’t you think?” His palm made contact with her left flank softly: “You are a bloody tease…”

They rested together for a little more, Aesop having cleaned them up with a simple Scourgify. However, the desk was quite uncomfortable for his lover to lie on, and the position they were in wasn’t doing much for Aesop’s muscles either. They dressed in comfortable silence, with (F/N) carefully closing her robes around her body once more after fixing the buttons on the potions master’s undershirt with Reparo. She helped him pick up the essays and quizzes that were strewn about on the floor, and sort them, as well as rid them of any unwanted ink.

“I spent at least an hour grading your pop quiz… I tried to find a mistake, any mistake you might’ve made, so I could dock off points, so the implication about you getting only Outstanding marks because you-… nevermind. I don’t want to think about it anymore, it’s so stupid.” His young lover observed him with a fond expression: “If you’d like, I could make some mistakes on my next essay or exam, something that would cost me an O in favour of E?”

Aesop looked at her with shock - she was absolutely ready to sacrifice a good grade for his peace of mind. It was unthinkable: “Don’t you dare… I mean it. I know how hard you work, how much you know, how brilliant you are. Every single mark you receive from me is deserved, and while I was furious at the insinuation today, I’d be even more furious to know that you’re keeping yourself from showing your full potential and knowledge, just because of my stupid insecurities and an even dumber Fifth year.”

“Alright, alright, I promise to do as well as I can,” she lifted her hands in a placating gesture. “Amit’s covering for me tonight - though, it’s not like my roommates don’t know that my bed often stays empty at night. Would you like me to spend the night in your chambers?” The professor gave her a loving smile: “I’d love that… You’ve got the key, why don’t you go wait for me there, while I’ll finish down here. I promise I won’t be long.” The young woman came closer to him and stood up on her tiptoes to place a kiss upon his lips, the feeling so familiar now, yet making little electric sparks run through her like they did the first time they kissed. She cast a Disillusionment charm over herself then and made her way out of his office and towards the Faculty wing.

The professor breathed a little smile. Fifty one days… Fifty one days never seemed that long of a time. However, once they’ll have passed, there will be no more hiding. After that, he’ll be able to hold his sweetheart’s hand, and embrace and kiss her whenever he feels like it, and nobody will be able to say anything. Merlin…The fifty one days will feel like an eternity…

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robininthelabyrinth · 1 year ago

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For a prompt, could you do an AU of Spilled Pearl's where Lan Qiren is the older one by many generations and Wen Rouhan is a young upstart, Maybe even the youngest in his generation.

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“I’m having a problem with one of my students,” Lan Qiren said.

“Oh?” Baoshan Sanren said, and put down her cup of tea. “This is going to be good.”

Cangse Sanren, the honorable eldest disciple seated beside her honored teacher, sniggered.

(Lan Qiren had never regretted saving her life, even though it had nearly cost him his own, even though bringing her back to her master’s mountain and fighting through the prohibition on her return had led to the highly singular sequence of events that had brought him to his present position as the mysterious near-immortal of the Lan sect that spent most of his time travelling but who appeared like clockwork every ten years to teach a summer’s worth of lectures at the Cloud Recesses.

But that didn’t mean he didn’t sometimes want to strangle her.)

“I thought you’d seen it all by now,” she said, her eyes curving into crescents even as her master cackled, the sound of her croaking slipping out of the strictly human towards the end. “What is it this one? He can’t be any more mischievous than my A-Ying.”

Lan Qiren had a headache just thinking about Wei Wuxian, and not just because the rascal was currently married to one of Lan Qiren’s favorite grandnephews (several times removed). If they weren’t so blindingly happy together, he would have objected long ago on the grounds of Lan Wangji being far too good to be wasted on a brat like Wei Wuxian, no matter how brilliant an inventor the latter had turned out to be.

“If your child is second in shamelessness, no one would ever claim to be first,” Lan Qiren said dryly, and ignored Cangse Sanren’s sniggered “That’s my monkey!” “But as it happens, this one is also a genius.”

“A genius?” Baoshan Sanren asked. “And here I thought you were going to say he was another Nie Huaisang.”

“…I thought we agreed you would never mention that name in my presence again.”

“You agreed,” she said. “I didn’t. Why would I ever stop mentioning the one true blemish on your otherwise pristine teaching record?”

“Mm, indeed. On the same subject, how is Yanling Daoren doing? Recovering?”

Cangse Sanren caught her teacher’s hand and lowered it back down to the table before it hit Lan Qiren in the face. She was still smiling, completely unaffected by the interplay between immortal and near-immortal – though he supposed, in fairness, that she was used to it by now.

“Tell us about this student of yours,” she said. “What’s the problem? Is he terribly arrogant?”

“Well, he’s a Wen. Arrogance comes with the territory.”

“That’s what happens when your sect is founded by a doctor turned general, I suppose.”

“Nasty little thug,” Baoshan Sanren sniffed. Lan Qiren wasn’t sure he believed her, less because he had any particular respect for Wen Mao than because he knew that the old immortal hadn’t had a nice word to say about anyone for as long as he’d known her…and that was quite a while by now.

“His name is Wen Ruohan,” Lan Qiren said, deciding to ignore her. “And sad to say, he’s every bit as brilliant as his arrogance suggests. Even your Wei Wuxian has accepted him into his personal classes.”

Cangse Sanren’s eyebrows arched, suitably impressed. Her son preferred inventing new calamities to teaching, and spending time with his husband over either of those, so he severely limited the number of students he accepted at any given time, allowing in only the truly talented (or family, of course). Of course, given his terrible memory, he could also be doing that so he’d be able to remember what all of them were called…

“He’s one of the younger ones in his generation, but he’s already an accomplished master of arrays,” Lan Qiren continued. “He’s invented a fair share of them, and his cultivation level is quite impressive, especially given his youth. Beyond his academic accomplishments, he’s well-mannered and charming, thoughtful and quite clever, a good conversationalist, with a decent number of achievements in night-hunting and the like under his belt…”

“I’d ask about his morality, but you’ve already said he’s a Wen.”

“He’s not as bad as all that. He has a younger brother he’s quite protective of, and that seems to have stimulated his desire to be a good role model. Even if his understanding of convention morality is – ah – imperfect, then at minimum he is willing to abide by the usual requirements of common social mores.”

“All right,” Baoshan Sanren said. “Now that you’re done singing his praises, will you tell us what the problem with him is?"

Lan Qiren contemplated throwing his teacup at her face. It would probably be suicide, but oh, how satisfying a death it would be...

Cangse Sanren removed his cup with the excuse of refilling it. “Go on, Qiren,” she said encouragingly. “Tell us the issue you’ve been having.”

“Well,” Lan Qiren said. “He appears to be…infatuated with me.”

“Big deal. If I had to count all the students you’ve had that’ve been hot for teacher, I wouldn’t have years enough to do it,” Baoshan Sanren grumbled. “Just because he’s been obvious enough for you to notice doesn’t make him special.”

“That’s not the issue,” Lan Qiren said, and almost on cue Cangse Sanren got it, which he knew because she started laughing hard enough that she had to put his cup to the side to avoid knocking it over. “Your reaction is unnecessary.”

“Oh no,” Cangse Sanren said, cackling, and Baoshan Sanren starting grinning ghoulishly as well. “It’s very necessary, you’ll find. Very necessary…tell me, are you actually sleeping with him, or do you just want to?”

“It would be monstrously inappropriate!”

“Just want to, then. You’re too repressed, my friend – if he wants to and you want to, what’s the problem?”

“I’m his teacher.”

“He’s of age, isn’t he? And a Wen to boot, so he’s not about to be intimidated by the fact that you’re more powerful than he is…tell me, is the age gap between you part of the attraction? Does he find how ancient you are unbearably attractive?”

“I hate you,” Lan Qiren informed his dearest friend.

“I think you should go for it,” Baoshan Sanren announced, and Lan Qiren glanced at her with arched eyebrows – she wasn’t the sort of person who encouraged people to do things, old doom-crow that she was no matter the color of her feathers. “It’d be funny when you crash and burn.”

Lan Qiren’s eyes narrowed. “I am not accepting his suit just because you would be entertained by it.”

“No, you’d be accepting his suit because he’s brilliant, well-mannered, and a good conversationalist, and because you’ll have far too much fun putting him in his place on a regular basis while he livens up the wrinkled-up miserable raisin of a life you live. It’s just that it will also be entertaining for me.”

“Once the season passes, you won’t be his teacher any longer,” Cangse Sanren pointed out. “You could offer to allow him to escort you on your travels for a little while – if he agrees, that means he values you above his ambitions, which is a very high compliment for a Wen. And you’ll get to see if you like it.”

“You make it sound like some sort of – spring fling.”

“Autumn fling,” she grinned. “You teach in the summer.”

“Cangse Sanren!”

“Oh, let me have my fun! This is lovely, Qiren. I support you entirely.”

“I came here to be talked out of this, not into it.”

“You came to the wrong place, then,” Baoshan Sanren said, rubbing her chin in a thoughtful way Lan Qiren didn’t trust at all. “You ought to have known better – no, to put it otherwise, you did know better, which means you didn’t really want to be talked out of it after all. This boy must be compelling indeed to get your attention to such a degree in such a short amount of time…”

She grinned, then.

Lan Qiren really didn’t trust that expression.

“What are you smiling about?” he asked suspiciously.

“I think I’d like to meet him.”

“Absolutely not.”

“Wonderful!” Cangse Sanren said, clapping her hands. “We should lure him in. I can set up a night-hunt in the area, separate him from the rest –”

“You are not hunting him down as if he were a weak sheep parted from his flock!”

“So protective. I really must evaluate him for himself –”

“Leave him alone!”

“Does he have the capacity to cultivate to your level, do you think? He must be very promising.”

Lan Qiren wanted to strangle them both, and then maybe himself for crushing on a young man so many generations his junior no matter how bright his eyes were or how jaunty his smile when he tried out the worst of his terrible pick-up lines on Lan Qiren.

Though if he really did manage to make it to Baoshan Sanren’s mountain and back, it would undoubtedly serve as an aid to his cultivation, making it more likely that he would eventually be able to cultivate to a level where he could live alongside Lan Qiren for longer than he might otherwise, if he were not powerful enough…

Lan Qiren huffed in disgust as he realized he had it exactly as bad as the two women cackling in front of him were insisting he did. Why was he friends with them again?

“Because you love us, because we last,” Cangse Sanren said, her eyes twinkling. “Just the way you do. Just give in and let it happen, Qiren – you really do need to live a little. Otherwise, what’s the point of being alive?”

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