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mainstream-deviant · 11 months ago

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Secret Santa 2023!

Hello hello -

Well, it's the 11th hour on xmas eve (possibly literally, depending on your time zone), but I'm here, very technically on time! :P

My giftee for the @super-secret-conspiracy secret santa event was @kitsunefaux, who gave me a pretty wide-open request for Ryou and/or Bakura by preference, with a few shipping options. Tendershipping was first on that list, so here we are. I hope you enjoy me subjecting poor sweet Bakura to the joy of winter weather for your amusement. ;)

Fic Rating: G (or I guess T if a couple of F bombs count)

Fic is below, or on A03 here

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“Come on!”

“No.” There was a pause. “Oh, fuck right off with the pouting.”

“Is it working, though?”

“...No.”

“Pleeeeeeaaaaase? It’s so nice out!”

“Not it’s not, it’s fucking cold.” Another pause. A judgemental look down. “That’s the only reason you even got me into this monstrosity. It ends there.”

“Except it doesn’t. People need to see!”

“Lies.” A pause, then a deep, soul weary sigh.

“I’ll get your scarf!” A beaming smile.

“....I hate you so much.”

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Even though Halloween was clearly the superior holiday, Ryou always appreciated a nice fresh snow right before the winter holidays. And he was rapidly discovering that it was all twice as entertaining when you have a boyfriend with no concept at all of winter to lovingly torture with it all.

He still couldn’t quite believe he’d managed to convince Bakura into coordinating ugly christmas sweaters for the day. It was good to know just how far Bakura was willing to go in the quest for winter warmth; that would probably come in handy someday. But for now, he‘d take his small victory. Here they were, all bundled up – Bakura in a scarf and a hat and mittens, goodness it was only barely below freezing, what were they going to do when it got properly cold – and out to enjoy the lovely winter’s day.

Despite his earlier grumbling, Ryou could tell that Bakura was enjoying himself. Bakura’s gaze was darting around, eyes suspiciously wide and sparkly for a man who was supposed to be annoyed. A thick fog had rolled through the day before, leaving a thick layer of hoarfrost clinging to every available surface in its wake. The frost glittered now against the bright blue sky, turning the world to crystal. Ryou tucked his hands around Bakura’s arm and leaned into his side.

“See, it’s not so bad, is it? It’s beautiful out here.”

“I admit nothing.” Bakura glanced over at Ryou with what was probably supposed to be a stern look, but he didn’t quite manage to hide a tiny grin.

Ryou couldn’t help but roll his eyes a bit at that, though he gamely tried to hide it. “Of course you don’t.” He smiled. “Fine then. Just enjoy the scenery, you grouch. I should have found you a grinch sweater to match the sparkling holiday cheer.”

“A tribute to the best thief of the holidays? I’d take it.” Bakura made no effort at all to hide his smirk this time.

Ryou now rolled his eyes quite a lot, and enjoyed Bakura’s laugher at his side. They fell into silence as they walked down the path together, just enjoying the fresh winter air and sparkling frost for a while. Suddenly, Ryou tugged on Bakura’s arm.

“Oh, look!” He pointed up the path. “It looks like someone’s been flooding a little ice patch. Let’s go slide around a bit!”

Bakura went stiff beside him. “Not a chance.”

“Oh, but it’ll be fun.”

“Nope.” Bakura planted his feet. “It’s bad enough walking in snow, there’s no way you’re getting me sliding around like an idiot. You’re on your own.”

“Even if moving around a bit more would help you stay warm?”

Bakura squeezed his arm to his side, tugging Ryou’s hands more firmly into his side in the process, and smiled. “You’re doing a good enough job of that already, thanks.”

“I see.” Ryou gave Bakura’s arm a squeeze and considered his options for a moment before smiling up at Bakura with an exaggeratedly angelic look.

“Well, I’m glad to be of service and all, but your heater needs a break.” Fast as a viper, he snatched the hat off of Bakura’s head and bolted towards the ice, gliding smoothly across it to hop into the snow on the other side. “Your precious warmth is right here whenever you’d like it.”

“What the fuck!”

Ryou burst out laughing. Bakura looked so deeply offended.

“Come and get it!” Ryou grinned and shook the hat as though trying to tempt a bull. “Surely the greatest thief of the last few millennia can steal back a hat? All that’s in the way is a teeny tiny patch of i-” The next words were cut off by a burst of hysterical laugher. “What was that?!”

Bakura looked up from the ground, where he’d splayed himself out the moment he set foot on the ice. “Shut your f-AH!”

Ryou had to bend right over he was laughing so hard. Bakura kept trying to get to his feet, but he couldn’t seem to manage more than half a second of traction before ending right back on the ground in a heap of awkward limbs. Eventually, he lay still on the ice, despondently spread-eagle, and turned pleading eyes on Ryou. That was about as close to a plea for help as he was ever likely to give, and Ryou managed to calm himself down enough to take pity on the poor man.

“Ok, ok, let me show you how it’s don- eep!”

Ryou blinked up at the sky, which was suddenly straight ahead. He lay on the ground for a few seconds of stunned silence before turning his head to look at Bakura, who was lying still next to him, stunned expression on his face. They stared at each other for a moment, before bursting into laughter again.

“It serves you right! Justice!” Bakura punched a fist at the sky, but wisely didn’t try to get up again.

“Yes yes, me and my big mouth.” Ryou reached over to stuff the hat back on Bakura’s head. “I think that’s our sign to head home and warm up.”

“About time. Let’s get the hell out of here.”

Ryou shimmied awkwardly off the ice, dragging Bakura along in his wake as best as he could. It wasn’t graceful, but they got there. They always did.

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Ryou returned to the couch with hot chocolates in hand, and gratefully sank into Bakura’s side when he held the blanket open for him.

“Here. Chocolate mint for me, and a dash of chili pepper for you. Only the best. Better?”

“Yeah. Better.” Bakura shifted to help Ryou settle in, and pressed a kiss to his temple. “Remember this the next time you think it’s a good idea to go outside and freeze our asses off. We can skip straight to the good stuff next time.”

“Oh, but you had a fun. I saw how you were staring at all the frost. Wasn’t it beautiful?”

“And cold.”

“Well yes, that’s how frost works.” Ryou took a sip of his drink with a happy sigh. “But it was a good day.” Ryou smiled up at Bakura, warm and content.

“Yeah. A good day.” Bakura leaned his head over Ryou’s, and they let the warmth sink in.

#conspireshipping secret santa #conspireshipping secret santa 2023 #mainy writes #fanfiction #ryou bakura #yami bakura #tendershipping #happy holidays everyone <3

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lindszeppelin · 1 year ago

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do you mind me asking what personal research/what were the photos or events where your opinion on this relationship changed? because it can be a real relationship with a pr element (all celebrity couples do pap walks and such) thank you!

(I took my time with this one as i thought it was important, so i apologize if it's long lol. but i wanted to explain myself as much as possible)

it was roughly around the time of last year when he went to film Bikeriders. I was pretty meh about the relationship prior. I didn't think one way or another about it, i was just like...she's a bit young and i dont think they'll last but oh well kinda thing.

it was the time period between when he was filming bikeriders and when he went away to cabo with her family that i shifted my thinking. at least to the notion something was off. some things were just making me question. i had heard from others they thought it was PR around this time, so i went diving into researching into what that even was out of curiosity. i could see that from comparing the things that were said in articles/interviews by a lot of paps who had spoken up on PR and from people who were in PR themselves in Hollywood i started connecting the dots and being at least open to the possibility that it could be PR. too many things were just lining up as i reflected back.

so with that in mind i began noticing this weirdness. it was odd to me and others that he didn't do things like attending her birthday or halloween parties in LA when he was there, she didn't attend the governors awards with him, it was then said that someone caught K making out with Bazi at a music show at this time of the Gov Awards. And I was like...oh, so they broke up then clearly. But then it went back to a 180 with how he appeared with her family at the Celene show at the Wiltern. It looked very forced and unnatural in that photo taken. Her being at SNL wasn't too surprising, but her being in the background of some pics he took with Lizzo and him looking distant from her in pap pics of that night made me go...yeah this is weird how he looks standoffish to her AND her family, yet she keeps tagging along trying to be noticed with him.

I think the Cabo pics from that vacation was the nail in the coffin at that particular time. No way were those pics just happenstance, they called the paps to get "family holiday" photos for the press. He looked unhappy and i believe he didn't know that was going on but clearly her and her family did with the way she was all over him, and with the way he threw that towel over his head on the beach. at this point i came to my own conclusion that this is PR and he was not looking to keep this going any longer with how unsatisfied he looked around her and her entourage, but yet he had to keep being spotted with her for the upcoming award season.

i'll end this now before i get too ranty but i hope that made any sense lol. but as i've stated before, just because I may think it's PR doesn't mean im forcing anybody to believe me. i came to my own conclusion about it and we can have differing opinions. im open to mature discussions, so thank you for asking even though you had your own viewpoint. :)

#lindsay's anon asks

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fasa-umich · 8 months ago

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The Origin Story of Tendra || Kendra Le, FASA's 2023-2024 Co-Performance Chair

Hi! My name is Kendra but some of you may have met Tendra… Just FYI, those two are not the same. So, I would like to walk you through my journey being in FASA.

Chapter 1: Twin 1

I want to start by saying, I am not Filipino. I am Vietnamese. Going to UofM I didn’t really know what to expect or what to get involved in. It all started when freshman year I bumped into Ashley, who told me I should join FASA when I had brought up that I was from the Chicago area and did battle during high school. She mentioned that FASA went to Battle the previous year and was planning on taking a trip to UIUC for FACT, which I found really intriguing because many of my friends go there. She really gave me the rundown of how FASA worked and told me to sign up to be in a FAM/LIN and not even knowing what that might’ve meant for me, I trusted her and did it anyway.

So… My first FASA “event” was actually an afterset at Ashley’s house where a handful of the other freshmen and I showed up for “anything but a cup” and of course… on time. Board was scrambling to set up still and I still remember that night very clearly and Amanda and Celeste showing up as animals hehe.

At some point, people started mistaking me for Ashley and vice versa for some reason, and either you see the resemblance or you don’t. Regardless, she is still my twin. But I want her to know how much I appreciate her for all that she has done for me.

Sorry Ashley for the rug!

Chapter 2: Twin 2

I pulled up to Halo Halloween with a group of friends dressed as Sanrio characters but little did I know my lineage was also Sanrio characters!

Fast forward, now, here I am going to FACT with a group of people that I’ve never met before. I hop into the university van and the first thing Emily Paras says is “ I think you’re in my Lin”. Then Nate Tran says, “ I think you’re in my fam!”. Not knowing what any of that means I’m like “Oh, cool,”. This is where I’m sitting in the back seat with Jess and Adrian and they’re CODING. Anyway, we got there and Emily introduced me to Kris. She says “ This is your ate,” and that my lin twin, Sofia, wasn't able to make it because she was sick. Of course I had to stalk her but her following ratio was scary. I took this opportunity to find out more about performances and then joined PCN dances, which was one of the best decisions I’ve made. But also can we take a moment to acknowledge the fact that I won PUSO Merch through their giveaway?!

That night, we had a senior x freshman bonding session and during hot seat, I got asked which senior I was looking forward to getting to know and I said Kris because she’s my ate.

So real quick shout out to Kris: Thank you Ate Kris for letting me, Sofia, and Jenny spend countless nights and hours at 815 talking about everything and anything. As your double ding, I have looked up to you in so many different ways and you have really made me feel comfortable in sharing whatever it is that I am going through. I can’t express how much of an inspiration you have been and I really hope that we will continue staying in touch.

Shoutout to all the freshmen that I met here 🥹

Especially Eli who blew up the air mattress and woke up next to a cockroach!

Fast forward again, Kikilan was having their first lin hang at Slurping Turtle! This is where I met Sofia, so I guess we can call her Twin 2! I am going to skip over the lore but who would’ve thought that we would be bonding over being twins! I must say I love all my Kikilan girl bosses.

Chapter 3: Twin 3

Well now, I’m like “hmm, what if I became an intern?”

I didn’t even apply l o l.

But this gave me the opportunity to get to know the other freshmen better. We had freshmen pre-games at Markley and more specifically Taryn’s dorm, and boy were they unforgettable memories that we created.

Look at this one!

Anyway who knew this Cali Boy would be the reason for the revival of Tendra…

Chapter 4: Throwback Tendra

So how did I end up in this position when I’m not even Filipino???

For some context, I am from Skokie, IL, the LARGEST village in the US. (Don’t ask me what that means). Going into high school, we had a huge Filipino student body and most of my friends since elementary school are Filipino. My sister and I both had good friends that were Filipino. Originally, I wasn’t too involved in my Filipino Club, Kapit Bayan because I was more focused on my other dance club. Until it was my sophomore year and all my friends had competed in Battle of the Bamboo and won third place, I was dragged to join and unfortunately during my year we did not win… But I must say it was a thrilling experience! From actually slicing my friend’s scalp to rolling off the 5 foot stage. (You can ask me about it after ) We were also one of, if not the biggest student organization. Right after, COVID hit. Then at the beginning of Junior year, I was asked by the current coordinators if I would be interested in helping coordinate battle with them. I was hesitant at first but then accepted anyway. I spent hours researching and story boarding and it was extremely hard during covid. However when senior year came along unfortunately I dropped out of being a coordinator. Still, I was very familiar with Filipino culture and always felt a sense of community.

Chapter 5: As(h)endra Arc

Back to the question of how did I even end up in this position? I received a message from Ash asking if I would be interested in running as his co because of my experience with Battle. Of course I was hesitant because I wasn’t sure if this was my place to step up in a leadership position especially since many times when I tell people I am in FASA, they always ask why I’m in it because I am not even Filipino. Many times this did make me feel weird about being so involved, but FASA itself has never made me feel like an outsider. I ended up running because I felt that Ash’s ambition to bring FASA back into Battle as a competitor was something that I could help bring to life.

With both of us living being from Chicago or whatever, when summer hit, we spent hours and hours either just hanging out or working on FASA stuff. I must say, many of those hours were spent grinding Valorant… so @ FASA Hater we are coming for you this Rice Bowl. Even being in Chicago, we made the road trip back for Kalayaan and then Blondra became a thing!

Then when we got back to school, we were already sucked into the PCN grind. I just want to say that I am so proud of everyone who joined a performance even if it was their first time. Everyone truly grew so much and I hope everyone was able to get what they wanted to out of it. Everyone looked amazing on stage! Starting as a general member being on the outside of the circle to being the one saying the chant and starting the hype circle was such an amazing experience.

Then of course, Battle. We went through many battles with this. 17 hours of FASA for 5 weeks. How is that even real?! There were many times where Ash and I were really discouraged and worried about how our vision was gonna turn out. Many times where we were troubleshooting our story board, worrying about cultural accuracy, if we had the funds (*shoutout Andrew!!), and having enough people perform. It felt like a constant struggle with there being so many uncertainties going on and many times where neither of us wanted to do anything but we still pulled through. But even then, I felt confident that we would win.

Again I would like to sincerely thank everyone who performed and helped us bring our vision to life. Thank you for your patience, and trusting us to lead you into Battle even when we were doing this for the first time, too. I really hope that you guys are proud of your accomplishments as much as I am proud of you all.

But more importantly.

To Ash:

Hi. I know that we’ve gone through many ups and downs, but I’m glad that I was able to experience this with you. I would have to say that there were many times that I felt like we weren’t doing enough and it really stressed me out. I know that I focused a lot on appreciating the general members, but I want to say that I acknowledge all the hard work that you have put into performance. Looking back at our year, we let our ambition drive us and it was a really fulfilling and full circle moment especially bringing home our well deserved trophy. I am really proud of us for being able to create FASA Pamana and bringing FASA back to Battle as a competitor. I am really happy with our results and thank you for bearing with me. I also had a lot of fun practicing for FASApalooza and I think our creativity really brought FASA performance to another level. I don’t know if I would’ve been able to grow this much if it were anyone else. So once again, thank you for everything. It has been a pleasure working with you.

Chapter 6: Back to Tendra

So, Tendra.. Tendra really started when Eli’s mom was guessing Taryn’s name before Kalayaan. Then for some reason, Philip Churchley says “It starts with a K and ends with Tendra,”. Now, Tendra has been revived! But also, for those of you who don’t know… people would mix me up with Taryn. This makes her Twin 4. In conclusion, I found my own little happy family within FASA. Papa Eli and his quadruplets: Tendra, Karyn, Pip, and Fifi.

But lastly, my message to board as Kendra:

Dear Board,

Thank you for supporting me and Ash through our vision. I’m glad that I was able to start the Taho train. I appreciate all of you for all the hard work and dedication that you’ve put into making FASA a wonderful and welcoming community for me. I will forever cherish our memories together and wish you all the best in your future endeavors. And if you ever encountered Tendra, no you didn’t.

Tendra signing off.

#2023 2024 #fasaperformance

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simplyghostnightsnews · 2 years ago

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Doncaster Air Museum Saturday 29th October 2022

For our last Halloween weekend event, we returned to our Tech Mans favourite location, and as always it did not disappoint.

In Hanger 19, immediately as we started investigating, taps and bangs were heard. Shadows were seen in the main entrance moving across the green light making many guests become jumpy. A grid was lit across one of the aeroplanes to enable us to see if any spirits would show themselves to which it fully drained its battery and we had to change them. One of the Male guests thought his friend had blown in his ear and turned around telling his friend to stop messing about, his friend was adamant that he hadn’t been messing about, the next minute he felt something stroke his face which freaked him out even more as he knew no one was anywhere near him. There was what sounded like chains rattling heard coming from behind the guests and shadows seen near a plane that one guest was sitting in. The guest reported feeling a little uncomfortable in the plane and a ball that was positioned nearby lit up. In another vigil the guests was sat around the table and had started their own investigation, the team set out lots of equipment which was going off around them. The table began very high lifting and seemed to rock from side to side so they all went home on a high note.

In the Main Hanger, there were lots of taps and bangs heard coming from all around the room. There were a few flashes of light reported and footsteps heard as if someone was walking around the guests as they performed some table work. Another group reported that their vigil was the best vigil of the night, they were sat around the table and the guest were all feeling anxious before they had even started, the guests began calling out and said they heard something drop behind them, they asked the spirits to do it again and straight away they heard something get thrown towards them. The team thought the guests must be doing that but they were (the whole group at this point) huddled together stood up behind the table, facing the plane which was where these stones seemed to be coming from. They all stood in full view of each other witnessing stone after stone coming towards the,. Eventually it did stop but when they checked, half of these stones were actually tablets of some kind. The group said it’s the best vigil they have ever witnessed even those who had done it many times.

In Hanger 21, A Cat Ball went off constantly. There were taps and bangs heard coming from all over the building. A K2 meter lit up to Red when the guests asked the spirits to do so. Guests also reported seeing dark shadows appearing in front of their faces as well as shadows all around the room and seen peeping around the door from the corridor. Through the Franks Box (Spirit Box) the name, “Maureen, Clive and Nigel” were heard. During a table tipping experiment, the table rocked from side to side and tipped over. Another group stated that their vigil started off a little bit slow at first, however once they began to relax and call out, they reported hearing lots of noises. The Magnavex went off and one guest asked the spirit to affect the ball directly behind him and it did. They also said they heard a couple of unexplained childlike voices in this area.

In the back area of Hanger 21 there was a lot of K2 activity with the spirits responding by lighting it up to a constant Red. One of our leam leaders felt extremely uncomfortable in this area whereas another felt very calm and peaceful. However the guests all expressed an uneasy feeling in this area. A Cat Ball lit up in the corridor, and when asked if the spirit could show itself, a dark shadow was seen crossing the doorway. Using the Necrophonics, the guests names were heard being repeated, the spirit seemed to say these names in an accent as if making fun of the guests. Three of the guests had the same name and was an unusual name, the spirit said this name very clearly to them and said that one of them smelled. This made all the guests laugh and dispersed any anxiety that they felt. At the end of the night, the guests were saying Bye to the spirits and through the Necrophonics, the word “Bye” was heard clearly. Another group reported that they started off sitting scattered around one of the rooms with various equipment scattered about. Two of the guests kept insisting stuff was happening to them so they suggested they would take part in a human pendulum in the opposite room. Straight away a different guest became the pendulum and they got a lot of information through but nothing that they were able to corroborate.

#ghost #ghost hunting #paranormal #ghoststories #events #uk #event #ghostboo #ghost and hauntings #spirits

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yanderes-galore · 2 years ago

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Event day 26: K 1&2 Nikolai Zinoviev?

Alright, sure! Yes, I'm back, tendon is better but I must take more breaks and find new things to occupy my time. This is an AU of RE3 where he lives. I can never figure out if I get him in character or not-

Prompts Found Here

Yandere! Nikolai Zinoviev Prompts K-1 and K-2

(Halloween Event - Fate)

Pairing: Romantic

K-1: "You say kidnap, I say date. Who's really to know?"

K-2: "It's not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here."

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Delusional behavior, Vague belief of fate, Kidnapping, Stalking, Manipulation, Obsessive behavior, Slight sadism, Implied forced relationship.

Nikolai's motto in life was to benefit from others. It didn't matter what the other person went through in one of his deals, as long as he got what he wanted it was fine by him. Most of the time he did dirty work for money, it was all he ever cared about.

Then he found you and something clicked.

Money was great and useful, sure, but you were a different prize. You were something that enraptured him with something as simple as a look. Nikolai is a man that's greedy with desire.

You were simply another form of payment for him to take.

He had found you in Raccoon City and took you out of it. You should be thankful he freed you from that hellscape. Instead, he's met with fear.

"I don't know where I am... did you take me here!?"

"Well, it was that or you die in that rotting city. Really, I did you a favor."

He had been keeping an eye on you through Umbrella spies in Raccoon City. The more he looked into info of you and watched you... it only solidified what he felt. You were indeed a prize.

You must be fated to meet him in the end, one way or another.

"I don't know you- please, stay away-"

Your voice is a whisper, Nikolai frowns.

"Is this how you treat your savior? You could've died without me."

"You kidnapped me- If you were saving me you would've just evacuated me...! I don't know how I even got here-"

"It's not kidnapping when your soul yearns to be here."

Nikolai chuckles at the fear on your face. Oh, if fate truly did exist, you were clearly dealt a losing hand. He, however, was winning.

"Yearns to be here? I've never meet you, sir-"

"We will get to know each other soon enough. After all, since I helped you, you are indebted to me."

You glare at him and step backwards away from him. The room he kept you in was small but the security in it implied whoever ran the building was wealthy. Nikolai's expression is slightly annoyed at your hesitance.

"You're delusional. Keeping me... wherever this is... is not saving me! I owe you nothing. Why'd you take me here!"

Nikolai scoffs, leaning on a wall by you.

"You say kidnap, I say date. Who's really to know?"

He then pushes off the wall and quickly walks over to you.

"I could've left you to die, but I didn't. I felt some sort of a calling towards you if I saved you. Now, I can't really explain it, although something tells me you're valuable...

He pushes your back against the wall, holding you still while he traces your cheek in thought.

"Dare I say, more valuable than riches. Money can be created infinitely, yet there's only one of you."

He grins, cold eyes staring into your fearful ones.

"By that logic, isn't it fair a greedy man such as myself keeps you?"

You push away from him, shaking your head.

"No... I don't even know your name."

"As I said before, we'll get to know each other. I am Nikolai Zinoviev. You might as well tell me your name."

He hums, backing away to give you your space. He can't rush this. He needs to be patient if he wants to savour every last bit of you. If fate exists, you two are connected until the very end anyway.

You refuse to answer, causing Nikolai to sigh.

"No need to be stubborn, we have all the time in the world."

You watch him silently when he leans by the door again.

"If fate's anything to go by... you'll end up here with me even if you fight it.

You look defeated, the smug expression on his face taunts you. Was what he said true? What a cruel joke fate was....

"... (Y/N)...."

"Hm?"

"That's my name, (Y/N)."

You had no escape as of now, you might as well go along with it for now. Nikolai processes you words before laughing slightly in victory.

"Good!" He praises.

"Now we'll officially be fated partners. In business... and more."

#yandere resident evil #yandere resident evil 3 #yandere nikolai zinoviev #panther halloween event 2022

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akurrami · 3 years ago

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How would Ozymandias + Lancer Cu react to a female master who due to a spell gone wrong, now has cat ears and a tail and some cat like behavior too!!

Oh I like this trope! Let's go!

Pairing: (not seperate-ish) Ozymandias + Cu Chulainn x fem!Neko!Reader

TWs: none, I think.

Let's be clear - Merlin is at his shenanigans again.

It was supposed to be a test of his to see if enhancing humans with animal traits with quick spell usage, instead of manipulating bloodlines is possible.

Who allowed him to make Chaldea's master his guinea pig? We'll never know. Though a certain British Saber servant is currently the Prime suspect for not keeping him in check.

"This... Was absolutely not something I planned would happen."

Merlin sighed, looking at his results. Or lack thereof.

He promptly escorted you to your room after shuting down the experiment. You fell asleep very quickly after that, but after an unknown ammount of time, you woke up to a knocking on your door.

Ozymandias

So, you know how in ancient egypt cats were sacred and were thought of as Divine? Yeah, he still follows that belief.

The knocking it seems was caused by none other than Ozymandias himself!

"Master, there are pressing matters I and Pharaoh Nitocris would like to discuss-"

You stood in silence. Both of you.

"Well what is it?? I'll do my best to *Nyaaawn* help."

He started chuckling a bit.

"Master, you never told any of us you were blessed by the Gods. That makes it much more of an honor to work with you. I admit, you cought my interest even more." You looked at him dumbfounded. You? Blessed by the gods? With average magic circuits? Nah. "King Ozymandias, what on Earth are you talking about? Me? Blessed? Not by a longshot." He sighed, and pointed to your room's mirror. There, you saw it - Cat ears, alongside your human pair, a tail. And a desire to be more active at night, and sleep your day away. "I'm gonna- No, No, Calm down (Y/n). He's not worth your rage. Anyway, let's go to Nitocris, shall we?" Ozy nodded, and after hours upon hours of tiring planning of the next Halloween event in Chaldea with Nitocris and Ozy (That sounded more like "Egypt worshipping day") You just passed out in the cafeteria, purring lightly as your hoodie spread your body's warmth accross the torso to the arms, then legs - Is there a feeling more godly than this? Lancer Cu Chulainn - Frankly, he finds the whole situation hilarious, but adorable in a way. "Master! Maaaaaster! Wake up!" The Ireland's child's of light unmistakable voice shook you awake. "Nyoooan, I want five more minutes...!" Seconds later you were picked up, which awoke you fully. "Da Vinci wants you on the bridge, and sent me." As if on instinct, you hissed, trying to wiggle out of his iron-strong grip. If you weren't asleep recently, you might have succeeded. After few minutes of walking, the Lancer in blue had set you down, and overlooking the bridge of Chaldea, your attention span went from Focused to that of a 3-year old. As Da Vinci was speaking about some planned small-scale reyshifts, your target was clear - Meuniere's coffee mug. Through sneaky Absolutely obvious movements, you got close. "Hell no, you're not doing that, cat ears or not." Said Cu Chulainn, spotting your ploy from a mile away. "But Laaanceeeeeeer!!" "No." "Stop it already you two!" Da Vinci shouted, clearly upset. "Before we do anything - We need to find Merlin and undo that damn spell... Until then, Lancer, take care of our Master here... Gods know what her cat instincts might push her towards." However, to Chaldea's dismay, Merlin was nowhere to be found, so instead, All the Casters in Chaldea were grouped up to solve the issue. ---- Fin I am sorry, if this didn't quite fall into your liking Anon. I also apologize for the clear change of Style in the Lancer part, Tumblr on PC is... Weird. But, I hope it did! And that all of you, who read this, enjoyed. (Open for part two...?) And yeah, I'm glad to be back! - Rami

#ozymandias #headcanon #fate x reader #cu chulainn #fate go #fgo #fanfic #neko reader

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vs-redemption · 3 years ago

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This piece was written for my Birthday/Halloween Jeopardy event!

Haunted House (Katsuki Bakugo x GN!Reader)

Requested by: @notacee Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: paranormal activity! Oooh spooky!

Bakugo was very pleased with his ability to balance both his work life and romantic life. His friends and the sidekicks at his agency all liked to call him a workaholic, but hardly a day went by that he didn’t make time to spend with you. Thankfully, you were as dedicated as he was to making the relationship work, and equally as willing to be flexible when it came to scheduling dates and times to hang out. Because Bakugo’s apartment was closer to his agency, more often than not you both ended up crashing at his place if it ever got too late. It was easier for him and gave him more time to make you breakfast in the morning before going to work.

You honestly didn’t mind this arrangement because, even though you had your very own house, it was worth it to stay at your boyfriend’s place which was more modern and had a lot of newer appliances that made your busy lifestyle more efficient.

“It’s good that you have a house though,” Bakugo often told you. He was really looking forward to the day he could move into an actual home with you. He didn’t want to be cooped up in a tiny apartment forever, plus he never passed up the chance to utilize all your glorious kitchen space.

You understood where he was coming from, but he never seemed to like your suggestion of selling your old home and using the money to start building a new one that the two of you could make your own.

“That’s your family home, dummy,” he’d say while wrapping an arm around you and pulling you to his chest. “I’m not going to let you sell it. If there’s anything you want to change about it, we can just make renovations. I don’t mind.”

Most of the time you just dropped the subject since it wasn’t that huge of a deal and there was plenty of time to worry about it anyway. At least, that’s what you had assumed until Bakugo started to notice things after the first couple times he’d stayed over.

“Hey, wake up!” He nudges you awake before climbing out of bed and pulling his shirt on. “I thought you had a security system here!”

“What are you talking about?” You groan while turning over to go back to sleep.

“I just heard someone walking around,” he growls. “They sure picked the wrong house. Stay in here.” Before you can get another word in, he’s out the bedroom door and stomping around the house. You roll over and yank the covers back over your head.

“The hell? I know I heard footsteps go right past the door!” Bakugo comes back a few minutes later, confusion written on his face.

“It’s nothing Katsuki. I hear that all the time,” you groan into your pillow. “Just go back to bed.”

“You hear people walking around your house all the time?” You could hear the disbelief in his voice. “I think you would’ve told me about that before now.”

“You don’t understand,” you glance over your blanket, eyes squinted with exhaustion. “I’ve heard disembodied footsteps in this house ever since I was little.”

“Disembodied footsteps?” He asks flatly, clearly not amused. “What? Like ghosts?”

“Yeah, I guess. And sometimes I see the figure of a small child when I walk into a room at night,” you add. “But it disappears as soon as I turn the light on.”

“Stop joking around,” Bakugo growls in frustration. “I actually heard something.”

“Well you said it’s gone now, so just come back to bed.” You didn’t feel like arguing over it. Your boyfriend stares at you incredulously for a moment before begrudgingly crawling back into bed and pulling you close. He makes sure to keep his guard up for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Bakugo checks all the doors and windows to make sure they’re locked, and tests the security system to confirm that it’s working before heading to work. He also insists on staying the night at your house again after his shift, just to make sure everything was truly safe for you.

“Whatever makes you feel more comfortable,” you tell him with a shrug and he scowls.

“You’re not going to convince me your house is haunted,” he says, his strong arms crossed over his chest. “And if you’re just saying all this to get me to agree to sell it, that’s going a little too far don’t you think?”

You bite back a laugh, finding his stubbornness both amusing and endearing. He wanted to be right, but he also wanted you to be safe. You couldn’t fault him for that. However, as you slept soundly that night, Bakugo tossed and turned. Every little noise registered as a threat in his mind which made it impossible to relax. When he finally heard the footsteps again, he leapt off the bed and raced out into the hallway, ready to blast the intruder away. The coast seemed to be clear, but Bakugo widened his red eyes in surprise when the sound of footsteps came right down the hallway again, leaving him with a cold eerie tingle up his spine. He followed the direction of the footsteps into the kitchen he’d always loved so much, only to stop dead in his tracks at the sight of a small hazy figure standing in front of the dishwasher.

“What… a kid?” Bakugo blinked once, then twice, but his eyes were not playing tricks on him. The little boy was really there, so he reached towards the wall and flicked on the light to get a better look. The figure immediately vanishes. Suddenly your wild claims didn’t seem so far-fetched. He turns on his heel and marches back to the bedroom.

“Wake up.” he nudges your sleeping form. “We’re going to my place. I don’t care how late it is.”

“What? Katsuki, why?” You groan, hating that your precious sleep was being disturbed yet again.

“I saw it… the kid you were talking about,” he shivers, not really feeling afraid, just kinda weirded out. He felt bad that you’d been dealing with this for so long.

“Well, you’ll have to get used to it since you want to live here one day,” a teasing grin pulls at your lips and Bakugo huffs.

“You know, you could’ve told me about all this from the beginning,” he mumbles. “If you don’t like living like this, we can build a new house like you wanted.”

“Sure,” your self-satisfied tone made your boyfriend roll his eyes. “Now go back to bed. We’re not leaving in the middle of the night.”

“Are you kidding?” he asks.

“Don’t tell me you’re scared,” you instigate. Bakugo just scoffs while sliding back in under the covers. Sure, the thought of invisible entities and phantom children running around was strange, but he found that it didn’t really bother him that much. He wondered if it was his reaction that you’d really been concerned about all along. If that was the case, he still might be able to make your old family house a home for the two of you after all.

#JeopardyEvent #Katsuki Bakugo x Reader #BNHA x Reader #MHA x Reader #Katsuki Bakugo #BNHA #MHA #Cindy's Writing

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wangxianficrecs · 4 years ago

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Follower Recs

Stories I haven’t read yet, but clearly need to put on my ever-expanding List.

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Welcome back queen [Thank you, it’s so lovely to be back!] if ur still doing follower recs I gotta recommend I would wait for a thousand years by bleuett it’s soooooooo good

[This one was actually recced to me by two different people, the other of whom said, “ Maybe I'm crying a little so I feel like a should recommend ‘I would wait for a thousand years’ by bleuett on ao3.”]... it’s def. on my List!

I would wait for a thousand years

by bleuett (T, 10k, wangxian)

Summary: During the worst of winter, a traveler comes to stay at Lan Wangji's inn. He wears a red ribbon in his hair.

“Do you see the rabbit?” Wei Ying asks and points at the moon. “That’s the moon rabbit, he helps make Chang’e more immortality elixir. He keeps Chang’e company.”

“I do not wish the rabbit for company,” Lan Wangji says tightly. “You are the one I want by my side.”

“And I’m here, Lan Zhan. If you go to the moon, I’ll follow you, I’ll always be here now.”

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I just read a great fic by aisthuu "every love story is a ghost story", didn't see it in your recs so wanted to recommend it! LWJ is a guqin composer and teacher, buys a cheap guqin off eBay which ends up being attached to WWX's spirit from canon era. It's bittersweet, LWJ deals with Lan's homophobia (implicit in a Lan way) and his feelings towards the ghost. This is author's only ao3 fic and honestly I don't remember how I stumbled upon it, but I'm happy I did and hope you will enjoy it too! [I’ve recently read this one, and loved it!]

every love story is a ghost story

by aisthuu (M, 59k, wangxian, my bookmark)

Summary: The man is in Lan Zhan’s bed. Did they—he begins to wonder, eyes trailing to where the man’s body lies under the blanket. Had Lan Zhan—?

Then the sleep-fog clears and Lan Zhan realizes that the young man isn’t quite opaque around the edges.

“You’re a spirit.”

The spirit narrows its eyes. “I’m so much more than that.”

(Lan Zhan buys a guqin off eBay for a suspiciously low price, only to find that it’s haunted. And now there’s a ghost in his bed.)

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Ok so I absolutely have to rec "see you yesterday" by glyphic. It's a wip, but it's currently at 101k so there's a whole lot there, and it's terrible and wonderful and beautiful all at once. The way the backstory of canon events is adapted to the modern-with-cultivation setting is brilliant, and then there's the amnesia, and then there's the time loop. This fic lives permanently rent-free in my brain.

see you yesterday

by glyphic (M, 101k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary:

Wei Ying 21:09 hey lan zhan what’s the weirdest way youve died

Lan Zhan 21:11 Falling encyclopedias.

Wei Ying 21:12 omg no way that’s so rude turning books against you???

Lan Zhan 21:13 A betrayal I will never forget.

On Halloween night, an exiled demonic cultivator and a Lan disciple get stuck in a time-loop, find each other, and try to figure it all out.

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If you are looking for recs for yourself I absolutely love (the complete!) story Just as the Snow Melts by draechali on AO3. It's a canon divergence where everyone lives, even WWX! ~ @airmidcelt

Just as the Snow Melts

by draechaeli (T, 67k, wangxian)

Summary: Like a snowy mountain top in spring the residents of the Burial Mounds trickled down the mountain and joined the flow of society.

“I went to the Burial Mounds,” Lan WangJi said.

“Ah, yeah… I’m sorry Lan Zhan,” replied Wei WuXian, “I hadn’t thought anyone would come to visit. I am still not sure how it happened; I brought A-Yuan to Yiling to play by the river and then ended up somehow teaching a bunch of children swimming and writing along with him.”

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Hello! It's come to my attention that you have not as yet read Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation! Please do! It's the only thing that gave me joy during 2020 😆 like proper belly laughs and disney villain style cackling. It is a wip, and it is long but so so worth it!! The author has reworked the entire canon through these message crystals and still conveys complex characters despite the tricky format. It's just so good!! Highly highly recommend it! ❤ ~ @theladypeartree [Oh! I’ve been subscribed to this one, and know that @swaglexander-the-great is a reliable provider of Hilarity, so I’m excited for it to be finished!]

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation

by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 49k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: The Untamed universe is exactly the same, except everybody has magical crystals that have a suspiciously familiar messaging system. The story is pretty much the same as the show, except everyone lives!! (so minor changes).

or in which Wei WuXian tries his darndest to date Lan Zhan, Jiang Cheng possibly has a aneurysm, Jin ZiXuan is still the most awkward human alive, and Xue Yang makes me write some VERY cursed things. Written in chatfic format! :3

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Chomrafy on AO3 deserves love and encouragement; she’s written a body of compact, poetic, and eloquent shortfics each of which can stand alone, but that comprise an intricately cross-referential and mostly internally-consistent universe. They’re grouped as chapters in works according to theme; for example, “in cupped hands” focuses upon Jin Ling and his second-generation baggage; “Departure in Autumn” portrays the last years of WWX’s first life. Follow the tag “Chomrafy’s MDZS shortfics.” [I don’t see this tag?]

in cupped hands

by chomrafy (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary: Of secrets, of futures, of love. A Jin Ling-centric collection of 200-word fics.

Ch.1: Jin Ling repays a debt (JL, JC, & WWX). Ch.2: Jin Ling and a ghost in the mirror. (JL & JYL) Ch.3: A matter of friends (JL & the other kids) Ch.4: In this house we don't keep dogs (JC & WWX) Ch.5: In the end, he remains silent (JL & uncles) Ch.6: A first night hunt, of sorts (JL & the other kids) Ch.7: Jin Ling, forgiving, forgetting (JL & LXC & JGY) Ch.8: Jiang Cheng and Jin Ling argue (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.9: Jin Ling and his father (JL & JC) Ch.10: Jin Ling speaks up (JL, JC, & WWX) Ch.11: Jin Ling and a piece of home (JL, JC, & WWX)

Departure in Autumn

by chomrafy (not rated, 6k)

Summary: Four perspectives. A steady march to the end.

Ch.1: Because if anything happens to them, Wen Qing would never be able to heal with these hands again. Ch.2: As long as this is still home, Jiang Yanli will wait as long as she needs to. Ch.3: Five times Jiang Cheng reaches for Wei Wuxian, one time he turns away. Ch.4: Whether the road is broad or narrow, bright or dark, they would have to keep walking. Wei Wuxian digs Wen Qing's grave.

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Hello, hope all is going well. I don't have an ask, by I do have a recommendation. I read this fic a while ago and found it again. I just wanted to recommend this for everyone. Let me know what you think please. Thank you. [Oh! This one’s in my To Read list, but I’d forgotten about it. Mmmm, fox!wwx and dragon!lwj.]

Ten miles of Lotus Flowers

by Yukirin_Snow

M, 274k, wangxian

Summary: He was a mischievous fox spirit, wreaking havoc where he went, about to depart on a journey that would span centuries.

He was a heavenly prince, a proud dragon destined to ascend the throne to become emperor.

Neither expected their paths to collide over the span of three lives.

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I forgot if it was your blog �� that recommended “Bestseller” (when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/21528316/chapters/51318766)

But OMG IT WAS HILARIOUS!!! I LOVED IT!! And if it wasn’t your blog, I’m so sorry for how weird this sounds 😭😭😭😭 I just loved this fic so much that I have to tell it to someone 😢 [It’s on my List, but I haven’t read it yet!]

Bestseller

by pupeez4eva

M, 8k, wangxian

Summary: He had written the book to prove a point. It was never supposed to be a big thing, and he certainly never intended for everyone — Jiang Cheng, Zewu-Jun, the Juniors, literally everyone— to be reading about his sex life.

Oh God, he definitely needed to make sure Lan Zhan didn’t find out about this.

(Or, when Wei Wuxian writes the Xianxia cut-sleeve equivalent of Fifty Shades of Grey, based entirely on his experiences with Lan Wangji, he doesn’t expect it to become the next big hit).

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I’d like to rec On Your Marks, Get Set, Bake! by @blackwiresgrowonherhead

It’s one of my absolute favorites and I laughed out loud so many times when reading it

on your marks, get set, bake!

by BlackWiresOnHerHead

G, 41k, wei wuxian & juniors

Summary: Jin Ling resumes thumping on the door to room 721, and the small collection of freshmen starts chanting “Senior Wei! Senior Wei! Senior Wei!” with increasing volume until finally Wei Wuxian opens the door.

“Yes?” he says with his widest, most innocent eyes.

“Senior Wei!” demands Lan Jingyi, shoving himself to the front of the group. “Why didn’t you tell us you’re a contestant on this year’s season of The Great Gusu Bake Off?!?”

Several months ago, college student Wei Wuxian secretly competed in the most popular reality show in the country. The show starts airing in the fall. The freshmen in his dorm collectively lose their minds.

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If you're in the mood for v. short ridiculous fun fic, may I suggest My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio by x_los It's 2k modern cultivators AU, featuring WWX calling LWJ's sword Bitchin' [omg I’m laughing so hard] and I think it's more fun going in blind?

My chain hits my chest/When I'm bangin' on the radio

by x_los

T, 2k, wangxian

Summary: Lan Wangji finds he doesn't even need to call for help for Wei Wuxian to come running.

#follower rec #wangxian fic rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #wangxian #mdzs

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lassieposting · 4 years ago

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okay but i'm still really salty that we don't see more of skulduggery and gordon's friendship because? all the indicators point to them being like, really really close. gordon probably sees more of skug in the 20-odd years pre-canon than ghastly does. like?

- let's go back to their first meeting. gordon is celebrating publishing his first book. he's like, 19. he throws up on skug's shoes outside a bar in new york. somehow a friendship comes out of this encounter? which? how the fuck do you go from upchucking on someone's bespoke footwear to ending up with their number and an introduction to the world of magic, gordon wtf did you do

- then we skip ahead to the horror writers' halloween ball. by this point, they're close enough that, when gordon is finally invited to a party he's been wanting to attend for years and has the opportunity to impress all these super-famous writers, he doesn't attend with one of his "numerous beautiful women" with whom he had "numerous torrid affairs". he looks at his invite, realises it's going to be a room full of writers in fancy dress, and calls skug like "so do you want to wear a silly costume and be my plus one to a really pretentious party" and skug appreciates it so much and gordon knew he would and im just??? skug tells gordon outright that this is the first decent party he's been to in forever, because all the sorcerers walk on eggshells around him at the requiem ball and they're all afraid of him and that makes this gesture so sweet alskdfhsdlkfhdslfkh

- he also knows skug well enough by then to immediately get defensive when skug says his authoress friend seems "nice" and "looks a little like grace kelly", which is hilarious in and of itself because?? gordon??? how many women has skug "swept off their feet" right under your nose that you immediately feel the need to tell him to back off? what scandalous shit has skug been getting up to in the intervening ~10 years that he apparently has a history of cockblocking gordon?

- furthermore skug does not laugh at or mock gordon when he sends trays of drinks flying in his stupid fish costume which is. an admirable commitment to not hurting your buddy's feelings considering he laughs at val for falling over All The Time

- and then val is born! and gordon a) lets skug meet her and b) brags about her to him all the time, to the point that when she's 12 skug remembers the exact words he used to describe her. and it could easily come across as kind of insensitive that gordon talks about his niece so much when skug is a father without a child, but? honestly i always got the impression he's trying to include him in normal everyday family life stuff. Trying to prompt him to realise that he needs something in his life outside of getting revenge on Serpine.

- and then gordon dies, which is sad. but he hasn't been dead long by the time the funeral happens, google said you can go from death to funeral in less than a week, and skulduggery shows up at the funeral service. which means he knows gordon is dead.

now, none of the edgleys know skulduggery exists. gordon's lawyer only calls gordon's closest family - des and melissa - the day of the funeral to let them know about the will reading, and he has clearly never spoken to skulduggery before, so he didn't get a "hey your friend just died" heads up from the solicitor. it's possibly only been a few days since skulduggery last saw gordon. so the logical conclusion is that skug tried to call him, gordon never picked up, and skug went to the mansion when he got concerned, which would also imply that skug and gordon are in Very Regular Contact and gordon not returning his calls is Unsettling enough to warrant a house call.

- everything else we get comes from echo-gordon, but like.

- "The thing I still don’t understand, however, is why didn’t Gordon tell me about your family history? We were friends for years, we had conversations about the Ancients and the Faceless Ones that went on for days, so why didn’t he tell me?” JUST. IMAGINE THESE IDIOTS ON DAY THREE OF A CONVERSATION AND SKUG CALLS GORDON AT LIKE 3.45AM IN BETWEEN TWO MURDER CASES TO JUST BE LIKE "AND ANOTHER THING"

- gordon helped skug on cases? and "got [him] into a hundred fights, because [he'd] bring him somewhere and he wouldn't stop pestering people, but...fun times" I MEAN. really how often do u find someone more annoying than skug. he gets himself into plenty of fights as it is. and it's so satisfying to hang out with someone and then realise that for once you're not the annoying one like

- "skulduggery would understand. he's been through a lot" SKUG OPENED UP TO GORDON??? THIS IS A MAN WHO REFUSES TO ADMIT THAT HE HAS EVER EXPERIENCED AN EMOTION BUT HE CONFIDED IN GORDON

- skug figured out echo-gordon existed but knew him well enough to let him reveal himself in his own time when he was comfortable?? im screeching into the void

anyway im just really salty that this is probably the closest friendship skug has had with anyone outside the dead men in?? at least a century?? possibly longer? and we only see them interact like three times we were cheated

#skulduggery pleasant #sp meta #gordon edgley #skug

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crimefightingspiderguy · 4 years ago

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i remember thinking i had you

Summary: Based on the request sent in by @peter-maximoffsbitch “Hey! I saw your requests were opened and I wanted to ask if you could write a Peter x reader on a lazy Sunday morning? Ya know just some sweet domestic bliss ♡ Thank you!”. I started off doing the domestic bliss/lazy Sunday thing, then I ended up getting carried away because I couldn’t help myself. So this has that sweet domestic bliss side, but it also has a touch of angst and then back to happy bliss.

Warnings: Spoilers for WandaVision

Pairing: Evan Peters!Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver x Reader

Word count: roughly 4,537

A/N: Was I totally listening to August by Taylor Swift while writing this first half? Yes. Yes I was. Also, your powers in this are supposed to be like Rouges, but it was sort of hard for me to describe them without saying her name as an example lol. Also this is my first time writing for Peter Maximoff/Quicksilver, so sorry if it is a little rough in some places. I hope this is what you’re looking for and a little more! Let me know what you think, feedback is always welcome!

Peter woke up laying almost exactly how he’d fallen asleep. His head resting on you, arms tucking behind your back. Only this time, instead of singing a soft melody in his ear as you brushed your fingers through his hair, you sat reading a book. Peter rolled over so he could look up at you,

“Morning.” He said through a yawn.

“Morning.” You smiled down at him, peaking past your book, only briefly. Putting your free hand back into his hair, causing him to melt into your hand and let out a content hum.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Oh, trust me, I know.” You let out a small giggle. He reacted the same way every time you went to touch his hair. A simple sigh of relaxation, a content hum, and a visible relaxation in his body.

“Whatcha reading?” He asked, eyes closed so he could fully appreciate your presence.

“A Tale of Two Cities. It’s for the literature class I’m taking.”

“Is it any good?”

“I think so. It’s pretty interesting, especially considering it’s partially based on real events.”

“Will you read it out loud?” He requests, you nod and pick-up where you left off. He lays patiently while you somewhat stumble your way through the book. It’s written with some older slang terms, making some of it hard for you to read quickly through, but Peter didn’t care. He cared about listening to the fluctuation in your voice telling him how you were reacting to a certain event, cared about your breath going in and out, cared about your steady heartbeat under his head. These were the only moments he could be completely still when awake. When you grounded him, allowing him to take things slow and appreciate every single moment of life. The sun was shining in on your skin, lighting you up in a way that seemed almost angelic. It was pure bliss.

The warm memory of that delicate August morning helped you wake with a smile on your face. The first time you’d genuinely smiled in weeks. It has been too long since you felt the warmth Peter brought to you, too long since you woke to his snoring vibrating through your chest, too long since you got to run your hands through his hair and hear his sigh of content. It’s been about three weeks since he disappeared. No one knows where he is still and how to get in contact with him. The last time you saw him you were sitting out in the front lawn of the school with his head in your lap as he listens to his music through his headphones while you worked on homework. You’d taken a break to stare at a nearby bumble bee landing on a flower. It was calming.

“I’ll be right back” Peter said, getting up with a confused look on his face.

“Where are you going?” You started to ask but was cut off by him zooming away. You shrugged and went back to looking at the bee, he wouldn’t be gone long. You were wrong though; he was gone long. He never came back.

You wiped away the tears forming on the brim of your eyes. You thought you had all the time in the world with Peter. You never thought he would leave you, especially not like this.

“Y/N”

You jumped, scared out of your mind. Sitting up and looking around like a madwoman. It was his voice.

“Peter?” You called out to him. “Jean? Is this some sick prank? Because I can tell you it’s not funny.”

“Y/N help me.” Peter called out to you.

“How? Where are you?” You asked quietly, realizing the voice was definitely not Jean, she could get into your head, but not like this.

“Come to me. I need your help.” Peter’s voice started to fade.

“No… Come back, tell me how to find you!” You start panicking. But just as quickly as the voice came, it was gone. You frustratingly fell back onto your pillow, almost trying to slam yourself into unconsciousness. At least there you would be with Peter. But what was that voice? You ran through the obvious thoughts, ‘I’m going crazy. It couldn’t have been him. Simply me imagining things because I was dreaming about him.’ But something about those excuses didn’t sit right with you. ‘Maybe Peter was reaching out? Maybe he found a way to contact me, like cerebro? Maybe that’s the key!’ You quickly jumped out of bed and ran to the long hallway where the device is kept. Your powers were confusing, in the way that you had no idea what the limit was. You were able to “absorb” other abilities. You wouldn’t take them from them, but you were able to use them if you touched the person and concentrated. At this point you were able to do a lot of the basics that could help you get to Peter. You had Jean’s telepathy, Kurt’s teleportation, Peter’s super speed, and your own strength and skill from training, you could get to him and save him. In your rush, you hadn’t even realized you bumped into Beast.

“Hey kid, what’s the hurry?” He asked you, startled.

“I have to find Peter.” You said, a wild look had over-come you, in your right-out-of-bed look.

He began to question you further, but you just began running. With Peter’s speed, you got there in a matter of seconds. Students weren’t really allowed in this area unless with Charles, but you could care less right now. You were getting Peter back. You broke into the room and quickly put on the helmet, homing in on his voice in your memory. You searched and searched when finally, it became clear again. He was calling out to you again.

“Come on Pete you gotta give me something to work with.” You searched his distant and fuzzy mind for anything that could give you a location. You saw that he was currently talking to a woman named Agnes. You couldn’t hear what she was saying but based on the worry pressing in on you from his mind, you figured it wasn’t too good. “Pete, I need you to look around the room for me. I have to be able to clearly visualize where I’m going.” Through Peter’s eyes you saw the room as he quickly looked away from the woman. It wasn’t much, but it might just be enough. You took cerebro off and clearly visualized Peter, that woman, and the room they were in.

You landed with a cloud of blue hanging in the air. Right in front of you was Peter and the woman you assumed was holding Peter hostage in some way.

“Peter!” You ran to hug him, but he just stumbled backwards.

“Woah there toots. You don’t waste any time, do you?”

“Who are you?” The woman Agnes asked, grabbing your arm.

“My name is Y/N and I’m here to take my boyfriend home, even if it means I have to kill you.”

She began cackling, “Kill me? Honey I’m hundreds of years old. You couldn’t kill me in your dizziest daydreams.” She still held your arm, you began concentrating, seeping her power into your body. Allowing you to feel how powerful she was. But at least now the fight would be even.

“So, what are we gonna do with you? I can’t have you running around telling people who he is. No, I need him to play his part well.”

“What did you do to him? What do you mean play his part?”

“Well, you see honey, I need your little boy toy here to be my eyes and ears.”

“He’s under your control? So, he doesn’t remember me?” Your heart cracked a little at the thought. You didn’t even need her to confirm this, you could see into his mind and see the haze over his memories from home.

“Mhmmm, how about this. I could use you both if we go about this the right way. So, Pietro dear,” Peter’s eyes flickered away from you to her. “Stick to the plan, introduce yourself on the show tonight. And you little lady are going to be the new neighbor in town, introducing yourself tomorrow, so you can keep a watch from a distance, and if Pietro here were to fail, you could swoop in and take over.”

“What am I supposed to be watching for?” You asked.

“I need some information out of his sister Wanda, and you two are going to help me get it, or you’re never going home.”

The next day you woke up in an unfamiliar bed. Looking around, you saw Halloween decorations everywhere, and in your closet a single costume. You were going to dress up as a cowgirl. You rolled your eyes, “how original” you muttered to yourself. While Agnes thought she had put you under the same spell as Peter, she was very wrong. You were able to block her out but played the part of brain-washed zombie well enough she let you and Peter go. You didn’t dare say anything other than a good night to Peter as he went to this Wanda’s house and you went a house over from Agnes’s. You got ready and went down to the first floor of your new home to find a snoring Peter laying sprawled out on your couch. ‘This is it’ You thought, my chance to take him and never look back. But what would stop Agnes from following you? She found Peter once. You knew if you planned on making it out of here, you had to make it through today like she planned. Then you might be able to bargain yours and Peter’s freedom or even just make a break for it. You walked around to the front of the couch and sat cross-legged in front of Peter. You missed him so much, but it seems he’s been unable to even think about you other than the subconscious plea he called to you with. You ran your hand through his hair and saw a small smile tug at the corner of his mouth. He released a soft sigh and you saw his visibly tense shoulders relax.

“You found me” He muttered.

“Peter?” You gasped; does he remember?

“Who else would it be? Jesus?” He laughed at his own joke and you let out a sob that you’d been holding in for way too long. His eyes shot open and before you knew it, he was up and pulling you into his lap on the couch, holding you close. He began drawing shapes on your back, trying to calm you. “Shhh… it’s okay. I’m here now, and I’m not leaving your side until we get out of this hell on earth.” Your shoulders shook with the force of your crying. After a couple minutes, you were able to calm yourself and wipe your eyes dry. “Better?” He asks, pushing your hair back from your face. You nod your head, “Good, because we have a big day ahead of us. Playing along with Agnes’s little game, then getting the hell out of dodge.”

You and Peter headed over to Wanda’s house together. On the way, he caught you up on the things he was supposed to do, pretending to be Wanda’s brother and convincing her to tell him how she created this fake little world. You were holding his hand up to the point of Wanda’s front door. Peter dropped your hand and you felt he warmth slowly seeping out of you again as he turned around and said “showtime” to you.

He rang the doorbell, and it was answered by a small child, probably the age of 10. “Uncle P!”

Peter ran into the house, throwing the boy and the other one nearby over his shoulders. He ran them round and round in circles as they playfully screamed and laughed their heads off.

“Someone better be bleeding or dying.” A woman came down the stairs dressed in a red costume. She stopped when she saw you awkwardly standing in the doorway. You could feel her trying to get inside your head, so you gave her slight access. Enough to see you were new in town and Peter was helping you meet new people after he bumped into you on the street.

“And who is this?” Wanda referenced you, as if she didn’t know.

“Oh, this lovely lady here is Y/N. I met her on my way to your house this morning and she’s new, so I thought why not introduce her to some neighbors.” Peter said as he put the boys down and zoomed next to you, putting a hand on your back to slightly push you forward to greet Wanda.

You felt a blush rise to your cheeks at the ‘lovely lady’ comment, ‘good, she’ll believe our story of being strangers’ you thought in the back of your mind, somewhere you weren’t letting her gain access to. You held you hand out to her and she took it with slight hesitation, but when you showed her you meant no harm, she relaxed slightly. In that brief moment though, you were able to gain even the slightest access to her powers, and you took the oppourtunity.

“Wanda” She told you.

“It’s nice to meet you Wanda. I just live two houses down actually, so we were bound to bump into each other at some point.” You let out a small innocent giggle, “But Pietro here was just bursting with energy at the chance of bringing me to meet you.” Wanda gave a smile to Peter and quickly noticed his hand still resting on your back. You could see in her mind that she was picking up the idea that Peter thought you were cute and wanted to impress you.

“Why don’t you join us for trick-or-treating tonight? You could meet more people around town, and by the looks of it you’re already dressed for the occasion.” She waved at your cowgirl get-up.

“Yeah, I was hoping I wouldn’t be the only one dressing up all day. Love that costume by the way, so cute on you!” You complemented her.

“What are you supposed to be mom?” One of the boys asked,

“Old red riding hood?” The other one seemed to finish the thought.

Peter snickered, “I’m actually a Sakovian fortune teller.” She said forming an invisible crystal ball with her hands.

“That’s so cool!” One of the boys said at the same time that Peter seemed to say “Lame”, the boy quickly fixing his previous statement, and copying the “lame”.

“It’s worse than the costumes mom made for us the year we got typhus.” Then the strangest thing happened. It was a flashback, that all of you could see, playing in your head. Peter did mention that we were on some sort of TV show Wanda created, so maybe it was supposed to be a character flash back?

“That’s not exactly how I remember it.”

“You probably suppressed a lot of the trauma”

Just then the boys grabbed your hands and pulled you away from Peter and Wanda.

“Wanna see our new game?” They asked, even though their determined pulling you away was more like “Come see our new game, now.” But, of all the people you’ve met so far, these two boys had the purest minds. They weren’t clouded by anything or anyone, they weren’t being controlled, so you knew their question wasn’t scripted or forced, just them being kids.

They pulled you to sit down on the ground with them on either side as they showed you how to play with them. You kept an eye on Peter’s mind, and you saw that he was smiling at you and the boys. Wanda’s mind was slightly louder than the clouded Peter, and she was now looking between you and Peter curiously. You looked a little bit deeper into her mind and realized she was suspicious of Peter. He didn’t look like her actual brother, or even act like him. But she was starting to put that aside, since he had given her no real reason to not trust him yet. She was now fascinated though, with his reaction to you. She could tell he acted different when he turned his attention to you.

You quickly left Wanda’s mind, sensing that she was starting to feel someone in her head. Peter zoomed over to you, sitting on the coffee table, resting his legs on either side of your torso. He wrapped his arms around you and helped you play the game by putting his hands over yours.

“Hey! No cheating Uncle P!” The boy who introduced himself as Billy said.

“It’s not cheating, just teaching!” He put his hands up in self-defense. But quickly replaced them over yours to help you get ahead of the boys again.

Just then, you heard someone else come down the stairs. You heard his conversation with Wanda, and gathered he was her husband and the twins’ father. Wanda told him about you being new in town, and you saw in her mind her leaning closer to his ear and saying, “I think Pietro has a crush on her.” And pulling back from him with a smirk on her face. The man named Vision gave a soft “ahh” and nodded in understanding. As soon as Peter had rushed behind you, he was gone.

“Sweet costume bro-ham-in-law. Let me guess, traffic light? Half-shucked corn? A booger!”

“Yes…” Vision said, clearly over Peter, but you couldn’t help but let out a laugh.

Peter pumped his fist in the air and came back behind you and continued to help you play the game, but that was after he handed all three of you sodas and showed them how to shotgun it. “One, two, three, go!” Peter exclaimed as you all tried to down it as fast as you could. You actually finished first and turned around to smash the can into Peter’s head. You were able to do it fairly easy, and you heard the thought run through Wanda’s mind, ‘Wow, she’s pretty strong… I wonder… No. I would see it in her head’. You turned back around making sure to go at a normal speed. The last thing you needed was for her to find out you were a mutant and hiding something from her.

Later on in the day, you, Wanda, Peter, Tommy and Billy began walking through the streets, on the hunt for candy. Peter was running around with the boys, leaving you and Wanda alone to talk. It was then that you felt the presence of Agnes in your mind. You made sure to keep the conversation light, to not make Wanda suspicious, but to maybe hint towards the information you needed.

“So, what made you come to Westview?” Wanda asked.

“I started thinking about moving about a month ago, this was close to the city, but not too close, and it had some good property up for sale. So, I took a leap of faith and ended up here.” You smiled at her, “What about you? How long have you been here?”

“Oh, not long, just came here to start a family and live sort of mundane suburban lives you always hear are so great and perfect.” She laughed lightly to herself.

“How’d you meet Vision?” You could feel Agnes approving of your questions in your head, encouraging you to go on.

“Oh, ummm… We were friends before we got together, so I’ve known him for a while.” Agnes was getting frustrated at how vague Wanda’s answers were. “Pietro seems to have his eye on you.” Wanda pointed out Peter standing behind the kids as they were grabbing candy from a couple, watching you and Wanda closely.

“Quite literally” You chuckled.

“I’ve never seen him act the way he does with you. You… slow him down. Not in a bad way of course, but you can tell from the way he’s been acting around you, it’s like he’s scared to let you go. Like you’ll disappear. Are you sure you just met this morning?”

“Yeah, but he did talk a million miles an hour before he brought me over to your house, so I feel like I got his whole life story” You laughed, feeling Wanda’s suspiciousness suppressing for the time being.

You took over walking with the boys for a bit while Peter tried taking a shot at getting some information out of Wanda.

“You’re very confusing.” Billy said to you.

“Why’s that?” You asked, looking down to the boy staring at you confused.

“You have a bunch of different voices in your head.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “You can read minds like your mom?”. Great one more person you had to block your thoughts from.

Billy nodded his head in hesitation, “I think, I’m not sure. It didn’t start until just now. It’s like all of the sudden I can hear everything and it’s a lot. It kind of hurts.”

“Here, let me show you a trick” You got down to his eye level and said, “close your eyes, take a deep breath in, then out. Focus on the sound of one voice, my voice. I know you said I have a couple but pick the loudest one and stick with it. Follow it like a string. Open your eyes.” Billy did as you said, “Better?” He nodded and smiled.

“How did you know how to do that?”

“Well between you and me, I have a few tricks up my sleeve too.” You put a shushing finger over your mouth and then cut your thoughts off from him.

“I can’t hear you anymore.”

“I know, because I’m not letting you. If you want to focus on someone else you can, if it helps. Or the voice you focus on is your own. Tune the others out and just think about your own thoughts. It can be hard when you have loud thoughts around you, like your Uncle P. His thoughts are the loudest in the area. But after some practice, you’ll be a pro just like your mom.”

Billy smiled up at you as he realized just how loud Peters thoughts actually were.

The trick-or-treating was going by pretty quick especially with Peter eventually taking over permanently and zooming around the town with the boys. You were walking with Wanda again.

“I heard you helped Billy.” Wanda said to you, “How did you know how to control the mind reading?”

“Oh, just a trick I picked up from a friend of mine.”

Wanda narrowed her eyes at you a little, “You’re lying. You’re blocking me out and hiding something. I can feel it.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Really. I have a friend who can read minds and she told me how she controls it and how she focuses.”

“Then why are you shutting me out?”

“Because I don’t like people being in my head. I’ve got too much going on as it is.”

“Who are you?” Wanda stopped you and held you still with her magic.

“My name is Y/N and I’m new in town. I can promise you, I mean you and your family no harm.”

“Then show me your mind. Completely.”

You sighed and let Wanda in your mind. She saw everything, from when you got here, to your life back with the XMen, your life with Peter. The only thing she didn’t get access to were your memories of Agnes. You assumed Agnes herself put a lock and key on them in case this exact thing happened.

“So, you’re here for Pietro or Peter as you call him. I knew there was something off about you two.”

“Please, we will leave with no fuss. Just let me take him home.” You pleaded with her.

“Fine, but I doubt your teleporting power will work to get you out of here. It’s not strong enough.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be able to get out. I also possess some of your magic. The exact type of magic that will let me and Peter through safely.”

“Leave.” Wanda gave you a threatening stare, not too happy with the idea of your magic matching hers. You used Peter’s superspeed to get to him as quick as you could.

“Hey Pietro, can I interest you in a late-night stroll through the park?” You asked him, trying to stay casual.

“Why of course m’lady.” Peter stuck his elbow out for you to grab. “Why don’t you two demons catch up with your mom.”

“Ahhh, really?” Tommy whined.

“Hey, stay cool. When a pretty lady wants to take you somewhere, you follow suit.” He winked at them.

“Dad?” Billy randomly burst out in a confused tone, “Dad!” He started to panic.

“What’s wrong Billy, what do you see?” You asked him.

“I can’t tell, he’s too far away.” By now Wanda had made her way over to her freaking out child.

“Focus. Follow the string. Follow his voice.” You told him

“He’s hurt. There are a bunch of soldiers around him.”

Wanda tensed up and her eyes started glowing red.

“Relax sis, it’s not like your dead husband could die twice.” Peter said, trying to diffuse the situation, only it did the exact opposite. Wanda whipped around and shot a red blast his way.

“I said leave!” She yelled at you. You nodded your head and zoomed over to where Peter landed. He was unconscious, but you pulled him in your arms and using the combined magic of Wanda and Agnes, and your teleportation, you thought of home and pulled the two of you out of there. You were worried at first that Agnes might try to stop you since you weren’t successful in your mission to get information out of Wanda, but she didn’t stop you. You assumed it was because Wanda knew you two were not who you said you were, so you wouldn’t be helpful anyways.

You woke up lying in your own bed at home again. For the first time, in a long time, Peter was lying next to you. He was awake already and was watching you carefully.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he push your hair off your forehead.

“Better now that we’re home. How did I get in bed?” You specifically remember teleporting you and Peter to Charles’ office so you could tell him what happened.

“When we got back you collapsed from the effort. Charles said your mind was awake, but tired and you used too much magic and power for what you’re used to. I was so scared you killed yourself.”

You shook your head, trying to remember anything after you left Westview, but you just couldn’t, “How long have I been out?”

“About two days. I’ve been so restless, just waiting for you to open your eyes. Poor Jean, I kept finding her to read your mind and make sure you hadn’t died. You were scary still.”

“Well, I’m awake now, and you’re home with me. That’s all that matters.” You pulled his head onto your chest and started to play with his hair. He hummed in content and relaxed into your body.

“I know I just slept for two days, but do you mind if we just stay in today?” You asked him.

“We can do whatever you want.” You could feel a smile forming on his face, against your skin.

“What I want to do first though, is pee.” You rushed to the bathroom, letting Peter’s face flop into the bed as you shut the door behind you. You heard him laughing. It was so good to hear his laugh again. To feel his warmth linger on your skin, and knowing when you returned he would still be there. That’s all you’ve wanted for the past three weeks.

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“Sharky” *Part 9*

Okay it might end up only being 10 chapters, DEPENDING on what happens in the next chapter-- which guys, you’ll never see coming. Never in a million years. MWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Also-- I don’t know if you care but the beginning scene/paragraph was written based on the scene in Grey’s Anatomy when Burke leaves Cristina at the altar and she has a panic attack/breakdown in her wedding dress. Just for reference, that’s what it’s supposed to look like. Don’t know who will understand that or not, but if you wanna YouTube it it’s very powerful. [To me.]

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Part 10

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You made it halfway down the street before you felt your breathing increase, your body temperature rose by the second. In seconds you were hyperventilating, stuck in a damn leather trap of a dress. You were having a full on panic attack and you physically couldn’t breathe in the tight leather bodice. You had no idea what to do, you had literally never felt this panicked and scared and upset in your entire life. You tried desperately to rip off your sleeves at the very least, clawing at them while sobbing like a crazy person. But you were fighting a losing battle, and you felt yourself falling down to your feet.

Your eyesight was blurry through tears but you managed to crawl into a nearby alley, still sobbing loudly and trying to breathe. You really thought you were going to pass out, and some creep would probably come and find your unconscious body in the alley and do sick stuff to it, and you’d be on the news at 11.

You kept gasping for breath, now wrestling with the zipper on the back of your dress. You needed this OFF, and you needed it off NOW. You felt yourself losing consciousness, when a pair of hands caught you from behind.

“What do you need?” The voice asked. You were certain this was a rapist, but why was he asking what you needed?

“I...can’t….I can’t….” You sobbed, flailing your arms towards your back. You felt the hands unzip your dress just far enough that you could pull it off to rip your arms out of the sleeves and just hold it up over your breasts so you weren’t standing there half naked. Finally able to breathe you finally just sobbed while this person held you from behind, their head was pressed into your back and you could hear their words muffled but clear:

“I’m so sorry...I'm so sorry…”

You finally looked down and realized the pair of hands that were holding you, and your panic went straight back to rage. You broke free from their grasp and spun around to see Rafael hunched over, clearly surprised by your sudden turnaround.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You screamed at him, causing people walking by to look in concern.

“You were having a panic attack! You nearly collapsed in the street! What was I supposed to do just walk back into the party and leave you to die?” He said loudly so people would know he had been trying to help you, not rape you.

“YES!!!”

“Oh come on Y/N---” He tried to help you steady yourself on your heels, but you ripped them off and tossed them at him.

“No!!!” You screamed. “I told you to leave me alone, Rafael for fuck’s sake! Just go back and be with your girlfriend--” You started to walk away.

“I don’t want her, I want you!!!” He yelled, making you stop in your tracks.

“Well you sure have a hell of a way of showing it!” You turned back around and yelled angrily.

“Look, Y/N...God, I don’t know how this got so fucked up…” He shook his head as he paced the alleyway.

“Right because nothing is ever your fault,” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes.

“I’m not saying that! I--” He sighed and stopped pacing to look at you. “Look, I was really low, and upset about you, and Liv and I were drinking, and--”

“So your solution to getting over me was to bond with the person who sabotaged us in the first place? Real sound logic there, counselor,” You said in a mocking tone.

“Look I get what she did was wrong, but she’s also been my best friend for a very long time, and I just-- I don’t know, I focused on that part,” He looked down.

“How? How can you just sit there and make excuses for her--”

“I’m not making excuses for her, I fucked up okay? I was drunk, and sad, and I ignored my angry feelings at Liv and one thing led to another…”

“Oh for Christ’s sake Barba really? One thing led to another? You PURPOSEFULLY slept with the ONE person you knew I’d never forgive you for!”

“That’s not true!!!” Rafael argued. “I’m not dismissing my behavior, but I swear to you it was NOT my intention to hurt you--”

“Really? So what did you just think I’d never find out about you and her?”

“No I just-- look the next morning she was just so happy, and I was too much of a coward to tell her that I was just missing you and--”

“For fuck’s sake Barba are we in 10th grade? You ‘accidentally’ sleep with your best friend and then just date her because you can’t tell her the truth? And I’m just supposed to believe that?”

“It’s the truth!” He yelled. “I’m not proud of it, but it is the truth. I will go right back into that party and I will end it with her right now Y/N I swear it--”

“It doesn’t matter!” You cut him off. “I don’t care what you do, or don’t do with Olivia, Barba, I really don’t. Date her, fuck her, break her heart. Because you and I are off the table, permanently” You started to walk away again, but he grabbed your hand.

“No, come on Y/N there has to be a way we get past this, there has to be. I mean, look how upset you are. I know you still care about me--”

“OF COURSE I STILL CARE ABOUT YOU, IDIOT!!!” You screeched. “Yes, I’m having a fucking nervous breakdown over you because yes I do still lo--like you, but it’s irrelevant!”

“But why…?” He asked in a soft voice.

“Do you really think that I can EVER look at you without seeing you and that bitch with her legs in the air?” You asked. “I mean, even right this second that’s ALL I can think about!” You started to cry again as you once again tried walking away from him.

“Y/N, Please...please I am begging you…” He grabbed both of your hands this time and got down on his knees.

“This isn’t a negotiation, counselor. There’s nothing you can do, no penance you can give,” You sniffled. “It’s just...it is what it is,”

“Please, Y/N....,” He clung to your waist like a child as he whimpered into your stomach.

You placed your hands over his back and looked to the sky, pleading to whoever was up there to make this stop. It was absolutely true, everything you said. Even though you could see that this whole situation was just a fucked up series of events and misunderstandings, you really couldn’t look at him without seeing her. You wanted to forgive him, you wanted to pick him up off his knees right now and just kiss him until the pain went away, but you couldn’t.

“No,” You did your best to keep a stern tone as you pried him from your body. “I’m sorry,” You whispered as you put a hand to his cheek; you noticed he had started crying as well.

It took everything you had to pick up your heels and walk out of that alleyway with your sleeves tied around your neck so it kept your dress over your breasts.

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After several minutes of trying to compose himself, Rafael finally walked back down the street and into the bar where his friends were waiting.

Rafa! Where the hell did you go?” Oliva cried.

“I went after Y/N,” Rafael simply stated.

“A-Are you serious? Why?” Olivia asked in disbelief.

“You know why, Olivia” Rafael replied with a straight face.

“I cannot believe you--”

“Look, Liv. You are my absolute best friend in this entire world, I hope you know that,” He sighed. “But this has gone too far,”

“Excuse me?”

“Why did you do everything you did to Y/N, Liv?” Rafael crossed his arms. “ Is it because you’ve known how I’ve felt about her from the start?”

“I...Maybe…” Olivia looked at the ground as Rafael sighed deeply.

“Olivia I have tried so hard, SO hard to be there for you. To care about you, to love you. I have chosen you over and over again, but I won’t do it anymore. What you did was wrong, and you really hurt me,” He said sternly.

“How did I--”

“By hurting Y/N, Liv! By hurting us! Now, it’s so fucked up that I will NEVER be with her, and yeah that’s my fault and I have to deal with it now but--” He took a breath. “I need space, okay? I need to face what I’ve done to someone I cared about very much, and I need to do it on my own, and not with the person who helped me do it. I’m sorry,”

He gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked out of the party, alone.

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The next Monday you walked into work with your head held high, despite all the whispers and snickers as you passed by each desk.

“Hey there, Cobra,” Your colleague Stacy waved.

“Cobra?” You raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah, you know like a spitting cobra?” She smirked.

“Oh lovely, is that my new nickname then?”

“Could be worse,” Stacy shrugged. “We could just call you ‘chum bucket’,” she added with a laugh.

“Pithy,” You chuckled mockingly.

“Y/L/N,” Buchanan suddenly walked up to your conversation. “May I see you in my office?”

“Um, Yeah sure…” You muttered uneasily as you followed him back to the office. You could hear Parker humming “The Death March” behind you. Vultures. You finally reached Buchanan’s office, he let you in first as he closed the door behind you.

“Sit, please,” He gestured to a chair. You obeyed as he went around and sat at his desk chair.

“So, I heard you had an interesting Halloween night…” He raised an eyebrow.

“Listen, sir I am so sorry--” You started to beg for forgiveness.

“Y/N, you are one of the best lawyers I have here,” He cut you off. “You’re a Great White among those Tiger Sharks,”

“Thank you…?” You scrunched your face.

“But you’ve been spiraling,” He sighed. “I mean, spitting on a sergeant in the middle of a bar full of NYPD, that’s…” He shook his head with a laugh of disbelief. “That’s ballsy. Do you know how many cops have called here today asking for your head on a stick?”

“I know sir and I--” You started to apologize but he put his hand up.

“But do you know what I love most about being a lawyer?”

“What’s that?”

“I don’t work for the NYPD,” He smirked.

“I’m sorry sir...what are you--”

“That took guts, Y/N. Putting ‘Saint’ Olivia Benson in her place like that,” He went on. “You know those schmucks at the NYPD think they are so high on the moral ground, but just look at what Barba did to you,” He came around and put a hand on your shoulder. “Lying and manipulating you like that, just for that self righteous Siren,”

“Yeah…” You shifted uncomfortably in your chair.

“And I would like to reward you for your courage,” He smiled.

“Sir?” You were sure you heard him wrong.

“I know that those three idiots tried setting you up at that party to tank your career, but unfortunately for them-- it did the very opposite,” He gave you an evil smile. “I’d like to offer you the position of partner,”

“R-Really?” You blinked in disbelief.

“Yes really,” He chuckled. “Is that a yes?”

“Absolutely, John! Thank you!” You went to hug him but he put his hands up.

“Ah...just the thank you is fine, Y/N,”

“Right. Sorry,” You put your arms at your sides. You knew better than to show emotions at work.

“Well then, let me show you to your new office... partner,” He smiled as he led you out of his office. You walked proudly behind him as you raised a high middle finger to the glaring looks of your co-workers.

Maybe things were turning around….

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sugas-sweetheart · 4 years ago

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hi sofia!! i’m so excited for your halloween event hehe!! can i request kirishima for masquerade ball and “please tell me that was you!” maybe mutual pining? and a drabble pls!! thank you 🥺💖💖💖

Ruby Red || Kirishima Eijirou

A/N: YES THIS IS FROM HALLOWNEEN AND THIS ENDED UP BEING LIKE 1.8K WORDS WHAT IT WAS MEANT TO BE A DRABBLE- I apologise PROFUSELY at how long this took me though and bye its not even that good i just procrastinated hgdsjkfgj😭 thank you sm @deephasoceanmagic for helping me finish this djsjdskdj this got kinda hard to write after I had left it bc I lacked inspiration and here we are and I’m sorry its not the best work I’ve done asshdjsjdjs although the Denki and Sero thing is one of my favourite things my head has made up.

Requested prompts: 1. masquerade ball + 3. “please tell me that’s you!”

Pairing: Kirishima x Fem!reader

The yearly UA Halloween party had arrived once again; it would be your final one at the school and to make it special the third years were allowed to organise it. One of the girls in 3A had brought up the idea of a masquerade ball to add to the mystery, which was instantly taken very well by the committee organising it.

The class didn’t exactly have dates, it was more of a “dance with whoever, whenever” agreement. Although, people in the class could clearly predict who was going to be dancing with who, and that included you and a certain fake, red head.

The months prior to Halloween rolled around quickly and the third years were allowed a day off from their usual lessons to relax and get ready. The 3A dorms had been split, the girls getting ready on the third floor, while the boys were kept downstairs.

Excitement bubbled in the whole class, the whole year even. It was a night for them to act like teenagers instead of soon-to-be pro heroes and that was greatly appreciated.

The chattering and squealing from the girls was almost never ending as they complimented and helped each other with makeup, hair and dresses. It was a joyous little bubble that they were in and nothing could break down their morale.

If the girls didn’t praise each other constantly when taking selfies or group photos on a normal day, then it was an eternal compliment battle when getting dressed up formally together. Mina broke the chatter with a question directed towards the whole room.

“So, who does everyone want to dance with?” Although she directed it at the whole room, she sent you a knowing glance and a shoulder nudge. The teasing you had received from a portion of your class this week was almost never ending, and each time you were bombarded with these inquiries, the spiky haired male sent you a small and unknowing smile from the other side of the classroom.

Meanwhile, the boys were attempting to look their best, and were holding a similar conversation with each other. But it was Halloween night, and that meant some sort of trickery needed to happen for them, and it was basically in the form of dying their hair as to not be recognisable with their normal styles and contact lenses. Most of them opted for a black spray to temporarily colour their locks for the night and match their dark shirts, suits and masks. (Bakugou, a little begrudgingly, let Kirishima and Kaminari colour his hair)

“Kiri, you ready to dance with her?” similar to what Mina did, Sero gave him a nudge and he received a wink from the tape and electric quirk holders who were busy spraying his hair back to its natural colour.

Bakugou took this moment to scoff and join in as he fixed his orange tie, “Took his sweet time to do something if he does.”

“You’ll twirl her, and dip her, and sweep her right off her feet” The comedic duo that were Hanta and Denki, threw their spray cans onto the bed next to them, joined hands and started re-enacting the scene they created.

“And end with a kiss!” Sero had dipped Kaminari and they leaned in making childish kissing noises before collapsing onto the bed in a fit of laughter.

Kirishima was brought out his thoughts with a blush across his features, even if his mask covered it, as he recalled antics from earlier. Fairy lights hung from the ceiling, emitting a soft, warm light and candelabras flickered along the tables. Mini pumpkins and cobwebs were scattered across each table’s centrepiece, but the only thing on his mind was the small handwritten note addressed to him that he had found at his table seat.

“Meet me on the roof at 8:30, I hope to see you there x”

No one seemed to be looking at him and no one but Bakugou was near him, he had no idea who would have left it, but he hoped it was you. Taking a look at the clock he realised it was 8:15pm and well, there’s no harm in being early is there?

All of 3A’s eyes - bar one pair - discreetly followed him to the door that would allow him access up to the roof. The class gave each other a quick look before going back to chatting and joking.

Upon nearing the 3A girls table, you spotted a note next to your name card. The excitable pink haired girl next to you stepped forward, plucking the note from the table and read it with wide eyes under her sparkling mask.

“Oh my god, maybe it’s from him!” The excitement she felt for you was clear in her voice.

“What does it even say?” She immediately pushed the note in front of you in response to your question.

Messy handwriting had scrawled “meet me on the roof at 8:30, I hope to see you there x” along the card. Glancing at the clock you realised there were only five minutes until you were meant to meet this mystery person on the roof.

“So, are you going to meet them?”

“Mina, of course I am. If I die you’ll know where I last was”

As she dragged you towards the door, she claimed that you would be fine and that it was probably just some admirer.

The acid quirk holder observed you as you started making your way up the stairs. Giving the members of 3A knowing glances, she made her way back over to the group of girls you had originally split from.

A few meddling friends - aka Mina, Denki, Sero and an unwilling Bakugou - had organised the whole ordeal happening before you; this was obviously unknown by you and the boy awaiting on the rooftop.

Upon reaching the door that led outside, you paused to take a breath. You hoped Kirishima was waiting for you on the other side of the door. If it wasn’t him, then you’d just have to be polite as you didn’t really want to lead anyone on after this night.

On the other side of the door, Kirishima stood waiting and staring at the scenery around him. The rooftop was lit by fairy lights and the moonlight that shone down; a small table placed a few feet away held drinks, a speaker plugged into an iPod - that looked a lot like Jirou’s - that played music softly. A small vibration from his back pocket brought him from his thoughts and he went to check the phone notification. It was a simple text from Mina that stated “Ask her to dance when she comes up”. It was then, that he knew his friends had something to do with this whole setup and an admirer did not in fact ask him to come up themselves.

A heavy click pulled his gaze away from the phone screen and over to the door that was opening a few metres away. His view was flooded with red material as a second click followed, signifying the door had closed and it was now time for him to speak and not make a fool of himself.

“Uh, would you like to dance with me?” stammered the boy before you.

Luckily for Kiri, his mask covered the rouge that was coming to his cheeks as he rubbed the back of his neck in anticipation of a response. A light nod was given from you in return, stepping forward to grab his other hand, which was outstretched for you. While the secrets were intriguing, the poor attempt to hide his identity and your need to find out if he was truly behind the mask was overpowering, and before you knew it, you had blurted out a statement that would have saddened the boy in front of you had your deduction not been correct.

“Kirishima, please tell me that’s you”

He let go of your hand to slowly peel off his dark mask and reveal a flushed, but hopeful, face at the thought of you wanting it to be him.

“I guess the disguise didn't do much then?” he looked down towards his mask as he spoke, avoiding eye contact with you now that his face was exposed. You pulled away your own mask before speaking up again.

“Not really, but a hair colour change can only do so much when you have ruby red eyes”

He gave a soft chuckle at the defining feature that you had pointed out and his confidence increased with the knowledge of it being you that was forced up here by his friends.

As a slower, steady song played from the speaker he outstretched his hand once again to ask for a dance and this time wasn’t interrupted by an inquiry from you. Taking his hand and placing your other on his shoulder, he moved his other hand to rest on your back and you both tried to find your way dancing together for the first time.

The next hour was mostly elegant, apart from the toes that were stepped on when dancing, and filled with laughter at small jokes told to ease the initial awkwardness of being set up. He was easy to speak to, he was gentle and caring, and as the night continued you ended up sitting together, staring at the luminescent specks that were scattered throughout the sky.

Halloween was coming to a close and the moments you shared that night would be cherished for a long while. Being the gentleman that Eijirou was, he offered to walk you back to your dorm room, despite his being a level below yours. You sneaked down and out together before everyone started leaving to avoid the hustle and bustle of it all. With your right arm hooked in his left, a small, tired smile was plastered across your face the whole walk back and while you were sad about the night ending, this sparked the relationship you would hopefully soon share with the red head.

As your door came into view, the both of you slowed your steps. There was a slight awkward tone in the air, were you to just say goodbye and leave? Should you kiss? Was he going to say something?

The few seconds of silence that felt like hours was broken when the both of you opened your mouths to speak and promptly shut them with a laugh to let the other go first.

He looked at you expectedly, waiting for you to speak first.

“Well, thanks to our friends, this night was a lot better than I anticipated so thank you.” a shark tooth filled smile gleamed with glittering eyes, because he was filled with joy at the thought of you enjoying the night with him.

“I really enjoyed my night with you, so i'm glad you think the same! I’ll see you in class tomorrow?”

“Mhm!” and in those final seconds looking into his eyes, your mind had made a decision. You pressed a kiss to his cheek before pushing the door open and once inside leaning your back against it, just knowing the heat that was rushing to your cheeks.

Kirishima stood stunned and wide eyed outside of your closed door for a few moments and softly touched the spot on his cheek that you had kissed. Upon hearing footsteps and chatter from fellow classmates, he decided to make his way back to his own room where he slept well with thoughts of what he would say to you tomorrow.

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professorsnape394 · 4 years ago

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The Potions Master’s Apprentice

Chapter Seventeen: Heart or Head?

A/N: This is the seventeenth part to my fanfiction ‘The Potions Master’s Apprentice (Severus Snape x OC)’. Chapters 1-17 can also be found already uploaded on Wattpad under the same name. Feel free to leave requests in my inbox for anything Snape related you want me to write. Leave a comment below or send me a message if you wish to be added to my tag list.

Pairing: Severus Snape x OC (Dumbledore’s Granddaughter)

Summary: A talented young witch is employed as an apprentice professor at Hogwarts, but who will she be working under? Severus Snape is not best pleased with his new responsibility of taking on an apprentice, however she is relentless to create a friendship between them. Will she be successful? Or might the friendship just go a little two far? With the eyes of her grandfather constantly watching over them, an attempt at a relationship might not be in the cards for Aria Dumbledore and Severus Snape.

Word Count: 1756

Warnings: n/a

Credits to Gif Creator

"Severus. Aria. May I speak with you both?" Dumbledore requested the next morning after breakfast.

The two professors exchanged an awkward glance, rising from either ends of the headmaster, unsure of the old wizard's intentions.

The hall bustled with noise, students and teachers alike eager to escape the great hall, enjoying their last day of freedom before yet another week begun.

The trio remained behind, exchanging not a word nor glance, until Dumbledore spoke once more.

"I assume you know what this is about." Albus questioned, his eyes travelling between the pair suspiciously.

Unable to force their eyes to meet the headmaster's, both Severus and Aria's minds began to race. Each of them suspecting that the other had divulged unto him the events of last night.

"I'm afraid not, Headmaster. Care to enlighten us?" Severus finally found the courage to say.

"As I am sure you were both made aware this morning at breakfast, Professor Karkaroff has found himself in a rather unfortunate state." Dumbledore explained, his eyes still surveying their faces through the top of his glasses.

Aria let out a huge sigh of relief, glad that Snape had not humiliated her further. Severus too was more than thankful his employer remained unaware that he had both seduced and rejected his beloved granddaughter in the early hours of the morning.

"What does that have to do with us, Grandfather?" Aria asked innocently, knowing fine well who was responsible for the wound.

"Nothing, as for as I'm aware." Dumbledore hummed. "There is no concrete evidence of what happened to Igor has anything to do with the two of you. However, given that the two of you, along with Professor Karkaroff were significantly late to breakfast, and given the state in which the two of you look, I have my suspicions."

"And what reason would either Miss Dumbledore or myself have for harming the man in question?" Severus retorted. "And surely you must be aware that I, as I always am on October 31st, was in my office until the small hours of this morning. I cannot, however, speak for your granddaughter's whereabouts, and why she looks so uncharacteristically dishevelled this morning."

The potions master glared at his apprentice out the side of his eye. It was the first he had dared to look at her all morning. Her face was bare; clearly she had made no effort to apply a face of makeup this morning, but a slight trace of eyeliner and mascara was still visible around her tired puffy eyes. She had hastily scraped her hair back into a tight ponytail, a half-hearted attempt to salvage her borderline greasy hair. Admittedly it was the worst he had saw her look since their meeting, but even then he could still appreciate her true beauty. Once again Severus Snape found himself getting lost in the woman's features, enchanted by her mere presence.

"The party." She blurted uncontrollably, upon noticing her mentor staring. "The Halloween party, it went on very late. I apologise, I should have been more responsible." She turned to the headmaster.

"Very well. I believe the two of you have very solid alibis, therefore I have no reason to suspect you any longer. As of now Igor is yet to come forward about the incident, so until he does, that is if he does, the two of you are... what's the phrase? 'Off the hook'." Albus said, raising an eyebrow, throwing his hands in the air.

Sensing that the pair were very eager to leave, Dumbledore took his chance to stop them once more.

"I would, however, like to make it known that Igor Karkaroff, along with the rest of Durmstrang school are here as our guests and should be treated with the utmost respect by Hogwarts students and Professors alike. However first and foremost, Aria, you are my granddaughter. And if a problem had to occur, that deserves appropriate repercussions, I should hope that any of my professors would be able to confide in me. And the issue would be dealt with by me, and me only. That being said; is there anything you would like to tell me, my dear granddaughter?"

She remained silent. Her eyes once again falling to the floor.

"And you Severus? You have never lied to me before. Is there anything you have to say on the matter?"

Snape paused for a moment in deliberation, remembering the promise he had once made to obey his employer entirely.

"Like I said. I was in my office all night." He lied, never once looking away, breaking his gaze.

The headmaster looked between the pair, disappointed and frustrated.

"You may go." He sighed.

Taking off in the blink of an eye Professor Snape disappeared from the great hall, his assistant following not far behind.

"Severus, wait." The young professor called out, trying to rush her way past the small clusters of students that filled the halls.

The potions master slowly came to a halt, clearly unsure whether he wanted to hear what she inevitably had to say.

"I want to talk about last night." She confessed, lowering her voice as she caught up with the potions master.

In three large strides Severus Snape turned to the woman, grabbing onto her forearm and walking her backwards into the hard castle wall. It was obvious he was paranoid of anyone, student or staff, overhearing what she was about to say regarding the events of the previous night.

Taken aback by his sudden movements Aria took a moment to catch her breath. Meanwhile Snape had gathered his thoughts on the matter.

"I am unsure of what you are referring to Miss Dumbledore, but as far as the staff are aware we never crossed paths last night, and I would like to keep it that way. Forget about whatever you want to say, anything that may or may not have happened is now considered null and void. Am I making myself perfectly clear?"

Almost instantly Aria found herself becoming defensive in the face of the Professor's aggression. She had come to him with heartfelt intentions, but she'd be damned if she allowed another man to walk all over her again. She was quickly tiring of Severus' yo-yoing insight on their friendship.

"Do not tell me what I can and cannot say, Professor." Aria said, ripping her arm from her colleague's grasp. "However much you'd like to erase the of memory of the two of us, at this moment in time it remains a reality, and I have something to say on the matter. I will not let you silence me for nothing but your own benefit."

"Very well." Snape huffed, slightly impressed that she had stood up to him. "Say what you have to say, if you must, but be quick about it, I would like to enjoy the last day of the weekend without you pestering me for once."

"I wanted to apologise." The witch admitted, raising her head to lock eyes with her mentor.

Snape cocked an eyebrow curiously, silently permitting her to go on.

"I want to apologise for... for try to take things a bit too far last night. I shouldn't have expected you to... well, you know." She shrugged, eyes darting below Snape's belt.

"There is no need for an apology, Miss Dumbledore. After all, it was I who initiated the whole... situation. Like I said, I would prefer if it could be forgotten about to entirely."

"But Severus I- "

Snape held up a palm, signalling for her to stop.

"It was a mistake." He insisted. "You were drunk, Aria, and I took advantage, it was wrong of me. Besides, you're in a relationship, and I would very much appreciate if I were to remain entirely uninvolved in any of your possible drama."

Aria's multiple attempts at interrupting went unsuccessful. Snape was adamant that he wanted to forget the whole thing, therefore it was clear to Aria any attempt at convincing him otherwise would be futile. Sensing the finality in his tone Miss Dumbledore took a step away from him, letting him go.

"Just one last thing." She blurted, causing Severus to pause halfway down the corridor. "We broke up. Just, if that means anything to you."

Aria waited hopefully for him to turn back to face her, but he never did. It was clear he had heard her but had chose not to acknowledge her words as he disappeared into the labyrinth that is Hogwarts.

Once again Severus Snape found himself consumed in thoughts of his assistant. Ever since his lips touched hers he couldn't get his mind off of her. With no idea what had come over him to make a move, he was sure she would reject him. But when he found that no only had she returned his kiss, but was willing to go further, panic set in.

He wanted nothing more than to let her do it. To just let her hands wander freely over his naked body, allowing him to do the same to her. He could have had her right there in his office if he wanted, but he was scared. Scared that he was right about what he said all those weeks ago in the Three Broomsticks, or scared that she would change her mind all together, but mostly he was scared that after it all, if she did actually go through with it that is, she still had a boyfriend and he would inevitably be tossed aside, forgotten and rejected all at once.

So, he convinced her, and himself, that it had all been one drunken mistake, and that it meant nothing to him. He refused to let her think for one second that he feelings of any kind for her. He would not allow himself to be humiliated by her of all people.

It would all have gone just as he had planned if Aria hadn't said those few words. 'We broke up'. Why did she tell him that? What difference did it make to him? Was she trying to get in his head? Or was she trying to tell him exactly what he wanted to hear?

Deliberating over the meaning of her confession kept the potions master preoccupied all day. In his heart he wanted to believe that she felt just as he did. But his head told him no one would ever be able to love a beast like him.

Soon enough all of Snape's uncertainty was to be put to rest by a single knock at the door.

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babyrosegold · 3 years ago

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having my annual halloween/fall reemergence into the wizarding world and there’s something that’s always bothered me that I fully realized the extent of this time around... about remus lupin and how harry is placed with the dursleys after everything went sideways in the first war so if you don’t want to feel pain, keep scrolling.

first, we all know based on the relationship that the marauders had and the deteriorated relationship lily had with her sister that the potters would’ve wanted harry to grow up in a caring and loving household (which was clearly established to not be the dursleys, given lily distancing herself from them and mcgonagall’s observations). obviously sirius would’ve been the first choice being godfather and all, but that is eliminated due to the chain of events with peter, which is a whole separate issue that could’ve been avoided. but since that did happen, why would those that were close to the potters and understood the situation (ahem dumbledore, mcgonagall, moody, etc) not fully shift to remus lupin becoming harry’s guardian??? it’s not as if that would have been hard to accomplish considering the dursleys wanted no part of the potters lives anyways. it’s actually downright disrespectful to remus as well as lily and james and here’s why.

second, despite dumbledore knowing that remus lupin is a good man and repeatedly reinforcing this belief to him, he basically walks back on all his affirmations that remus isn’t inherently dangerous and implies he has no confidence in remus, taking the opposite course of action by placing harry with the dursleys. remus was close with both james and lily so he likely would’ve known all about the strained relationship between them. so dumbledore let remus, who has always had doubts about his ability to be a force for good, join the order and proceeded to use his condition to dumbledore’s advantage, which of course was necessary to the fight, but then considered him unfit to have a crucial role in his best friends’ son’s life. no doubt remus was a mess dealing with the aftermath of losing james, lily, and peter, and sirius’ betrayal (he thought at the time). but instead of offering to help remus, he deems him entirely incapable of ever being a good guardian for harry. he’s spent so much time building up remus’ confidence, and based on context was in a great place while part of the order, just to shatter it.

of course this seems to have a lot to do with the fact that harry’s suffering growing up would have been minimal compared to what he got by being placed with the dursleys. dumbledore basically decides it wouldn’t be enough to grow up with a werewolf as a father figure, which probably would’ve developed empathetic and caring traits, instead placing him with a family that would harbor resentment and vengeance within him. living with remus was absolutely possible with help from others, during full moons and such, because people like mcgonagall or the weasleys or others familiar with the order would’ve been happy to help out. and since dumbledore had established trust in snape, he could’ve ensured potion for remus was always available. growing up with remus would’ve been hard but in a very different way. but it would have been more loving and fulfilling, supporting harry’s development as a human being which is what james and lily would have wanted. but dumbledore wanted to keep harry vulnerable and easily influenced, not hesitating to disrespect james and lily’s wishes to do things the way he thought was the best course of action.

instead dumbledore lets remus live with the belief that he should be isolated from his best friends’ son and many others by extension. when it came down to it dumbledore acted selfishly and threw remus under the bus when he could’ve given him a reason to keep trying to be better. the entire time dumbledore knew remus lupin he was emotionally manipulating him. giving him support so that he could attend hogwarts, encouraging him to join the order, just to completely abandon him right after he lost everyone close to him. then he had the audacity to seek remus out when it benefited him and a position needed to be filled at hogwarts (conveniently when sirius had escaped azkaban). it seems he never wanted to give remus a position to reinforce his belief in his abilities because he hired gilderoy freaking lockhart before him, who dumbledore had to have known was immensely unqualified. he took shots at remus’ self worth even when he wasn’t directly doing it. and it had lasting effects on remus (i.e. having a literal panic attack and running off for a hot second when tonks is pregnant). I’m just thinking about how much would’ve been different if remus and harry had gotten the chance to have that family bond with each other after all the awful things that happened in the first war. and dumbledore completely prevented it.

anyways this is a remus lupin defense post and an albus dumbledore slander post. the potters and my mans moony deserved so much better. thank you and goodnight.

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