#you’d probably be in on it at first bc fuck who doesn’t like free desert

[tacitoru]

all I’m saying is, bsf!gojo would definitely start proposing to you at group outtings and dinners for free desert. Plays up the whole thing, causes a whole ass scene for it. Dropping down on one knee, crocodile tears and heart eyes, the whole shebang. Demanding you call him hubby for the rest of the night. Only dropping the act once the check is cleared and that free tiramisu plated in front of him hahahahfj

[seancekitsch]

Not to Touch the Earth

this is a prize buck 60s au bc apparently i have enough of an ego to do that

a/n & warnings: drug reference, alcohol references, no actual drug use, unprotected car sex, use of the word daddy, roughness, cult references, orgy references, none of this is even really prize buck canon but yknow we might reference it again for a joke or two. natural born killers reference also

“Some outlaws lived by the side of a lake, The minister's daughter's in love with the snake,” you sing off-key, “Who lives in a well by the side of the road. Wake up, girl, we're almost home!”

You punctuate the end of the verse by howling out the window of the car Klaus was using, voice being swallowed by the vastness of the desert somewhere on the California border. Klaus drove on, trying to remember a time you were ever so free. He figures you probably never were, not sober. Not totally sober like now. He was coming up on three years, you on six months, and your new favorite activity was definitely driving out into the desert, as far away from Klaus’ little commune as possible, and singing songs that hadn’t been written yet and making love on the hood of the car. 

He smiles and looks over, watching you lean out the window bathing in the golden light of the sunset and he has to laugh. Is this just what you’re like in a car? Or is it being trapped in time? Your first week here was spent avoiding any of his followers and trying to talk to any of the universities in San Francisco, but none of them would hire you because a woman with a doctorate was rare, and a woman professor was even rarer. You stopped trying in a fit of anger after one Dean told you your ‘husband was a brave man for letting his wife become so educated’ before offering to let you take undergraduate classes because those were available to women. So you leaned into helping him hide from the Destiny’s Children. You had fun here. You kept each other in check being sober, you kept him from being fully engulfed by the group. You like these people, you just wish they didn’t like you and your partner as much as they do.

But the times when the two of were alone were the best. Klaus loves stealing you away from everyone else and being with you like everything’s normal. He loves you without that twinge of shame you carry with you, without waking up with tears in your eyes and thinking he doesn’t notice them. You haven’t been crying or hiding it from him here. He loves how goofy you allow yourself to be, the way you don’t constantly hold yourself back.  He remembers back on earlier today, when you’d snuck up on him, licked a warm stripe up his neck and sang lyrics from the very song you were piecing together now.

“Not to touch the earth, not to see the sun. Nothin left to do but run run run,” you sang, only for him.

“Let’s run.”

You didn’t have to say it again before he grabbed the nearest set of car keys and was swatting at your ass to get you running for the passenger seat. 

You feel the hot air hit your skin, and you can’t remember a time you ever actually liked the heat. You never saw yourself even visiting southern California. Sobriety re-introduced you to the cold and you greeted her like an old lover. You like your cold weather and your jackets and your fucking hospital socks you stole and stockpiled which now didn’t even exist yet. But the heat here is different, it kisses your skin like Klaus does, frees you from the burdens of life fifty years from now. The heat is a reminder that you don’t have the struggles you had in 2019, the heat is a reminder you can rebuild yourself. You know you have to go back sometime, but you can be selfish and steal this time with Klaus. You squint into the setting sun on the horizon as Klaus makes the car slow, then veers off the empty road to park. You’d have the moonlight soon, which meant a cool night with him all to yourself. By the time he walks around to your side of the car, he blocks the sun from your view. Your eyes trail up from the tip of that ugly fucking beard he’s got growing to his chin, to his lips. To the grin he sports, saves only for you.

“Do you think they’ve noticed were gone?”

“Why? Worried Keechie’s missing you?” you snort.

“Keechie? God, no. Although, if I were you I’d be worried Madelaine was getting lonely by now”

Right; you were hiding from two members of the group in particular. Your first mistake was attempting to have sex in a five mile radius of the group. You didn’t think they’d barge into your tent and invite themselves to join. But, ever the adventurous and slightly stupid, you let them. Now two of the four that had been in your tent  were trying to recreate that moment again.

“Not my fault I rocked her world. You jealous, Prophet?”

“At first I was impressed because I didn’t think you swung that way, but yes. Yes, terribly.”

That probably isn’t much of a joke. Sobriety put a bit of a possessive streak in Klaus, and as much free love is flowing, it’s nice to feel like you belong to someone. And you do belong to Klaus, in every way that counts for your group. But you’d struck a chord with Madelaine and now shes creeping in on Klaus’ territory.  

He pulls you from the car, literally pulls you. His hands come up under your armpits and lift you from the car window until you can step out of the window and he can lower you down onto the sand. He’s thankful you’ve learned your lesson, as the last time he did this you weren’t wearing sandals and burned your feet on the sand. He bends to let you pluck the wide brimmed hat from his head and you place it on your own as you walk to the trunk to fetch a blanket. Dancing, not walking, he thinks. The way you walk is more like dancing. You grab a blanket from the trunk and sit with him until it’s night. You sit with him close enough to reach out and touch, but not quite. It’s in these moments you can close your eyes and perfectly imagine you’re back in your studio apartment with him, listening to the record player and sharing a bottle of wine, thinking about the narrowly avoided apocalypse and job hunting for him. You can close your eyes and imagine inviting his siblings over to crowd your apartment for a loud night of laughing and take out. You can hold his hand and think of how very little space the two of you took up in the world and how comforting it felt. 

When you open your eyes again it’s dark. Perfect. Night falls quickly in the desert. You look over to see Klaus equally as relaxed, an easy smile painted across his entire face, worry lines smoothed away.  He hums a song you recognize.

“Sweet Jane? Don’t you think that’s a little too ‘Mickey and Mallory’ for us?”

He hums a little more of the song before he answers.

“I was just thinking if we mixed blood in a wedding ceremony our paramours would leave us alone,” there’s a hint of something dark in his eyes, “Now get on the hood.”

It’s the way that he says it, low and commanding, that has you jumping up onto the hood of the car and eagerly arranging yourself in a provocative pose, legs splayed and leaning on your arms to arch you back a little, just to entice him even more. That’s all part of the dance, and here more often than not he leads. He commands and positions you the way he likes it and rewards you in kind. He actually looks a bit like a god figure or a superhero the way he saunters over to you in the dark and crawls above you onto the hood, sandal clad feet standing on the grill so he has more leverage for what he has in mind. 

“Now, are you ready for Daddy?

You have to snort at that.

“Daddy? If anyone is daddy here, it’s me babe.”

He grips your bare thigh, just above the knee, then gives it a little warning slap. Not hard, just a little more than nothing.

“I don’t think you’re in the position to call yourself anything besides what I feel like calling you, doctor.”

Any retort to that comment, which honestly stung a little, died on your tongue when a low growl rumbles from his throat and his mouth connects with your stomach, biting at the cloth of your tank top and the skin underneath. You sink back down and stare at the stars, whimpering as you count them and let Klaus tease you as he undresses you. 

“If you were the prophet I’d be entirely devoted to you,” He says as he pulls your shorts down your legs, “I’d follow you everywhere on Earth, I’d do anything you asked of me.”

“Don’t you already?” you laugh.

“I do,” He confirms, “I do, I do, I do” and punctuates each confirmation with a little nip at the inside of your thigh, the same one he had just slapped. The beard he’s been growing out tickles as you squirm beneath him, hands roaming wherever they wish but solidly keeping you in place for him. You think back on your first time with him, how eager he’d been to please, how you wanted to be the one he was pleasing, and how far you’ve come together. His fingers wind up your legs like ivy on an old statue and pause at your underwear, teasing for a moment, before pulling them aside and plunging two fingers into you without warning. He pushes them in deep, scissoring them back and forth a few times, before pulling them back out, and sucking on them. If youre moaning or swearing, you can't hear yourself. An appetizer for a meal, or something equivalent of that. The delighted moan that echoes from his throat as he sucks you from his fingers sends shivers up your spine, just knowing you're in for it tonight. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you dare to meet his eyes, dark and stormy and hungry for you. He has the audacity to give you his sweetest smile before roughly pulling your underwear away from your body and heavily dropping his knee onto the car hood between your own. Klaus himself is intoxicating, you didn't need drugs or alcohol. It was so easy for him to consume your senses, and you readily let him. And when he finally kisses you, you feel yourself drowning. Really truly drowning. The way his tongue dances with your own has you gripping his shoulders like hes the last rock before a riptide pulling you under. It takes him no time at all to have his pants undone and to be grinding himself against you. This is a glimpse of the Klaus of 2019, humping against you and gently whimpering into your mouth. But quickly he pushes that away, lining himself up with you and pulling back enough from you to make eye contact as he pushes himself in. No matter how domineering he could be in the 60s with you, he makes sure to look at you, to ask those silent questions, to be granted that permission to absolutely take over you.With each thrust, long and deep, punctuated with a needy moan, he takes a little more of you. And you willingly let him, and give him everything you can. 

You probably look like one of those renaissance paintings beneath him, as he thrusts hard deep fast, your breasts exposed like all of the biblical women, your body contorted on the hood of the car, like one of those angels in anguish. There was no where for your hands to find purchase that wasn't Klaus, so your hands are far up behind you, palms planted on the windshield to give yourself a better angle, a better arch of your back for Klaus to wrap his arms firmly around you, so he could kiss your chest and the long expanse of your neck and shoulders while he kept his pace. He held you as lose as possible, and for a moment you imagine its just him. You as nothing but an extension of himself, your pleasure mixing and becoming his pleasure. When he got like this, its easy to imagine he didn't have many lovers before you that cared that much about his pleasure. Sure they probably thought he was a fun time, as that was a given, but it was probably rare someone actually cared about what he was feeling. You like that he trusts you with this bare part of himself. No, you love it. You love-

A deep moan from his mouth vibrates against your breast, you feel it even more than you hear it, and it brings you back to where you are now, looking down at his lust filled, indulgent expression. 

“Keep looking at me,” he commands, thrusting harder, making you almost squeak at the angel he's hitting, “It's just me, and you, and the coyotes out here.”

Your hands scramble to grab the sides of his face as you start to move your hips to fuck back against his thrusts, eager to come for him while hes watching you. Any attempt to praise him comes out as stuttered moans and fragments of words, but there's a devilish smile on his face that tells you he knows what you're saying. 

He pulls one arm from under you, slams it on the car below right next to your head, and goes in for the kill. He’s merciless in his thrusts as he kisses and nips at your fingers that he can reach. He doesnt guide you but throws you off of the cliff into bliss, a scream parting from your lips as he refuses to slow his pace. This more dominant and possessive Klaus is wild, selfish in a beautiful way. In his face you see indulgence personified, a modern Dionysus filling each urge that swept over you. He doesn't let you calm down, doesn't let you catch your breath, overstimulating you as he reaches his own release. He comes equally as loudly, with a shout of your name and “oh, lover” tumbling from his lips before he stills, and captures your lips on his own. 

He kisses you slowly, like he's drinking in the taste of you, holding you still, feeling your skin melt with his. It's hard to tell where he ends and you begin, but you prefer it this way. It's just the two of you in the desert. Just the two of you in the world. There's plenty of water in the canteen, and after a drink to refresh you, you'll be tearing at each other again, just far enough off the road no one will see you. He pulls out of you with a hiss, like it hurts him not to be inside of you, and you find yourself involuntarily whining at the loss as well. He grabs the canteen and returns to put it to your lips, then his own, then you sit and talk of nothing and everything sweet, needlessly flirting and preening each others egos with loving words until you're both ready to go again. It continues like this until one of you falls asleep on the other. This is the desert routine. 

When you wake around sunrise, covered in bruises and hickies, hair tangled to hell, you're wrapped in the blanket from the trunk, Klaus’ shirt used as your pillow. He’s just outside, naked as you are, greeting the dawn. Something about his posture beckons you to join him, and on shaking legs you pull yourself from the car, unsteadily stepping until you can wrap your arms around his torso, his hand reaching to grab for you and sliding over your shoulders. He repositions you so you stand together, not with you behind him. The way its supposed to be. And then the moment the sun is fully in the sky, he greets it by crowing like a rooster. Loudly, freely. You join in.

[yukipri]

On Deuce, Part 1 - a One Piece Mermaid AU Text Story

Alrighty, here's a story thing on Deuce!

My goal for this story? series? thing, is to not just give everyone a better idea of who Deuce is, but also bring up other Novel A characters and events that are relevant to the Mermaid AU (and there are several), especially for those who have not read the novels. Also want to give some info on what the hell Ace was doing in his Three Years between when he first left Dawn at 17, and him restarting his journey together with Lu.

I am defs in no way going to retell Novel A (if you wanna read them, the official English translations are out through Viz), but there are defs some major changes that occur in Ace's past as a result of Lu being a mermaid, that I feel are relevant and will tie in to some future decisions.

WARNINGS for this section:

＊I have not read the English translation of Novel A, only the original Japanese, and as such names etc. may be inconsistent.

＊This section contains MAJOR SPOILERS for Novel A volume 2, specifically about the identity of one of the novel only charas. If you want to read the novel without being spoiled, you may want to hold off on this, but if you don't care, go ahead!

＊Just a lotta Deuce being introspective, he's just that kind of guy.

＊Hint of implied AceLu

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Three years ago, Deuce met Ace on a deserted island, and they formed the Spade pirates together. Deuce was Ace's first crew mate on his first adventure, and he finds it poetic that he's also his first on his next, a journey all the way back to the starting point.

Deuce, in many ways, is Ace’s opposite. While Ace was the Spades' fire, their Sun, the charismatic leader who drew them together and whose flames fueled them forward, Deuce was the voice of reason and responsibility. Deuce was their strategist, their navigator, and their doctor all in one, a true First Mate who gave more orders than the captain to keep their crew functioning. If Ace was their beating heart, Deuce was their backbone.

Ace loved the Spades, and the Spades loved their captain, love him still, even after joining the Whitebeards. But Ace also carries darkness, and secrets that he decided he didn't want to burden his crew with, both for his benefit and theirs.

Ace has two major secrets: one, that he’s the Pirate King’s son, and two, that his “little brother” is a female mermaid.

The first, only Deuce knew among the Spades. He found out on accident, back on that deserted island where they first met.

Deuce likes to think that the rest of their crew would have accepted Ace regardless, that their faith wouldn't be so easily shaken by their captain's heritage. But at the same time, he both understands and sees wisdom in Ace choosing to remain silent. Knowledge of even the mere existence of the continuation of the Pirate King's bloodline is something that the World Government would and has killed for. Ace doesn't want to subject his crew to that, and to be honest, Deuce doesn't either.

But one other on their crew knew Ace's second secret, regarding the identity of his younger brother.

When Banshee, the lone woman on their crew, revealed that she was a mermaid, Ace's reaction wasn't that of a typical pirate. Their other crew members were a mix of awe at her tail, and rude disappointment that their mermaid crew mate was a plump older woman and not a sexy young babe.

But Deuce watched Ace, and saw his eyes widen, glued to the shimmering rich green of the mermaid's tail, and Deuce knew that he was being reminded of a specific person.

Deuce was already in the room when Ace asks Banshee to join them to talk in private. Deuce makes to leave, but Ace gestures for him to stay--after all, Deuce already knows what they're going to talk about.

"Auntie, sorry for calling you in here all of a sudden," Ace begins, using the nickname the crew had adopted for her.

"This is about me being a mermaid, isn't it," she says bluntly. "Is that going to be a problem, or...?"

"No, no, not at all!" Ace quickly holds out his hands placatingly, eyes wide.

Deuce doesn't blame Banshee for her wariness; he's heard more than enough about the dangers of mermaids out at sea, especially around pirates. Which, is probably what Ace wants to talk about anyway.

"It's...well, this is less me wanting to ask you questions, and more me wanting to let you know something," Ace begins, and Banshee frowns. The crew knows the basics of their captain's origins, and has had their ears chatted off about his love for his brother--but he doesn't talk much about himself much.

"It's about my little brother--"

Banshee heaves a huge sigh, all tension leaving her shoulders, and she throws an are you fucking kidding me glance at Deuce, who also sighs but minutely shakes his head to redirect her incredulous gaze back to Ace. Because well yeah, it is about Luffy, but it's actually serious this time.

"Well, you know my little brother Luffy," Ace begins again. "I don't tell a lot of people this, and actually other than you, only Deuce here knows. But...he, is actually a she, and she's, well, a mermaid."

Deuce watches the information sink in, because it clearly wasn't what Banshee was expecting.

"Is that why you caller her 'younger brother'?" she finally asks.

"Well that...that's a bit complicated, actually. That's not the reason why she's my younger brother. But I realized it's convenient, so I've just been going with it."

"I was going to say, if it's intentional, that's awfully clever of you, captain," she smiles teasingly, and Ace sputters while Deuce snorts. Banshee has a point, because Deuce actually had been the one who'd mentioned the convenience of the title 'little brother' in protecting Luffy's identity. But, he keeps quiet for now.

"So, yeah, I just wanted to let you know that well, that's where I stand regarding mermaids." Ace shrugs, then scritches his cheek, looking away. He's always awkward about Feelings talk, but it needed to be said, and Deuce feels proud of him.

Because mermaids are so incredibly vulnerable above sea level, surrounded by humans. While young maidens are the most targeted, coveted by slavers as a free ticket to wealth, power, and connections to even the Celestial Dragons, even an older woman like Banshee might face discrimination and danger. Ace had wanted to make Banshee feel safe and secure on his ship, and revealed his own familial connections to give his words weight.

The woman smiles fondly at Ace, much like she might a son, and ruffles his hair as Ace blinks dumbly. "Thank you, captain," she says. "I knew I had a good feeling about you, before I asked to join this crew. It's not often a mermaid joins a pirate crew, you know?"

"You surprised me, I didn't know mermaids could have legs," Ace says honestly, eyes brimming with blatant innocent curiosity as they flick shyly to her feet, and Banshee ruffles Ace's hair harder. "It's my first time meeting a mermaid other than Lu."

"Mmm, well, she seems to be in good hands, with an older brother who knows how to be discreet about her, even if it's only by following Deuce's plans," she says, and Deuce guffaws while Ace buries his face in his hands, because of course she'd already guessed. "But well, I know now. So you can ask me anything you'd like, and tell me about her, if you want."

With Banshee's invitation, Ace pounces on the opportunity, and Deuce listens in even as he continues writing in his journal, occasionally taking notes in the margins when their their conversation gets interesting. Banshee tells them how merfolk tails split when they reach thirty, allowing them to live as humans on land. She tries to convince Ace to keep his brother hidden until that age, when mermaids are far safer and less attractive to slavers, but Ace shakes his head. It was hard enough convincing her to stay behind this time. She'll be leaping off that island at seventeen, no matter what I say.

Eventually, someone comes banging on the door to pitifully beg Banshee for food.

"Thank you, Auntie," Ace says as they get up to rejoin the crew outside.

"You talk to me again whenever you want, captain. And I'm always ears to hear more about your darling Luffy." She says the last part with a knowing little wink, before stepping out, leaving Ace blinking with confusion.

Deuce sighs, because Ace can be oblivious at times, and clearly doesn't know how he looks when he talks about Luffy. And Banshee just found out that said Luffy's a girl, a mermaid, and unrelated to Ace by blood.

To be fair, Deuce's pretty confident that Ace's feelings wouldn't be any different even if Luffy was a guy and human, but he gets where Banshee's coming from. Even if it still seems far too early for Ace to come to any realizations about himself.

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Bc YEAH, Ace had a mermaid on his crew, so of course that is Majorly Relevant to AU.

Prolly jumping right to Whitebeards next update for this series, whee~

As always, thank you so much for reading, and an extra thank you so much to anyone who can spare me a few words of thoughts! ;A;

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[impassiveesper]

give me ALL the multiples of 5 of the ship meme for Shigeo and Teru >:)

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YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH CUTE BOYS WITH CUTE CRUSHES

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5. Who says ‘I love you’ first?

Teru. These two are not even on the same fucking planet, it’s possible Shigeo has been responding positively to flirting and the prospect of intimacy for MONTHS and he doesn’t even realize what they’ve been doing counts as “gay romantic shit” before the L word comes into play.  It’s not a problem he just doesn’t think decisively in the emotional realm and many of his feelings go unlabeled.

10. What two songs, two books and two luxury items do they take to a desert island?

Man idk. Is this a vacation or are they stuck there? 

Uh don’t put any stock into my answer bc I really dont like questions like this but here goes. If it’s not a vacation they probably both bring some books on survival skills, but let’s pretend it’s a vacation.

Songs:   Shige brings Daysleeper by Dirty Art Club Teru brings idk maybe Step??? or some upbeat top 40 pop. Teru probably likes all the best niche music and all the worst overplayed music at the same time he contains multitudes.

Books: Depends on how old they are, they deadass both might bring comic books.  Otherwise idk Teru brings Mongrels by Stephen Graham Jones. Shige brings??? Warrior cats?? Idk he’s not a huge reader imo. He likes YA books well into adulthood that’s for certain.

The luxury items are probably both something of Teru’s bc I’m not convinced the Kageyama household has much in the way of luxury items. Maybe grooming products.

15. When they watch a film what do they choose and why? Who gets the final vote?

Teru chooses most of the time.  This isn’t to say that Teru doesn’t immediately yield to whatever Shige asks for because I think he often does, but it’s mostly because Shige rarely asks for anything in particular. It’s an entire Situation when Shigeo feels inclined to have an opinion on something. He goes with the flow on most things and tends not to feel strongly about what they watch.  Teru likes a good romcom. Teru has almost certainly also put on a horror film to see if he could get free hugs out of it, though I’m not sure he’s super into horror. Shigeo likes anything with a feel good ending. He’s more into overly dramatic / emotional films than you’d expect the least emotional person alive to be. Shigeo also likes animation.

20. Where do they go on holiday?

Teru probably wants to go all over the place and visit big cities and attractions, but Shige is more of a homebody and doesn’t like all the noise. Where they end up probably depends on the length of the trip. If it’s a shorter holiday they’ll go somewhere bustling. They’ll visit a city or go to a crowded attraction, but if it’s longer they’ll visit somewhere quieter. Go be in nature or visit the countryside or something. Or they just stay home and enjoy some time in, maybe visiting a park or cafe or their favorite local spots if they feel like it. 

25. Why do they fight?

I think they have a lot more fights early in the relationship than later on. For one, Shigeo is genuinely just kind of a frustrating person to deal with sometimes. He doesn’t really explain himself well and he can be very sensitive and not give good emotional feedback, which can easily lead a partner to feeling underappreciated or unheard, like their emotional needs aren’t being met, or like they just can’t do the right thing with him. Shigeo will struggle to be outwardly loving in a lot cases.  It’s hard for him to feel connected to other people after a lifetime of isolating himself and shackling his own feelings. Romance does not come naturally to him. When it comes to emotion or affection, it’s very hard for him to want or give the “right” amount of things.  Like, he either understands completely or not at all. He either wants a lot of physicality or none at all.  There’s not a ton of middle ground with him. The lack of obvious emotional cues makes Shigeo somebody who takes a lot longer than usual to learn and understand, especially when he doesn’t have the words for what he’s experiencing. In addition, Shigeo doesn’t always read social cues well or know what’s socially appropriate, which makes him somebody you can’t really give “hints” to.  His lack of opinion and lack of social skills can make him somebody who is frustrating to cooperate with during mundane, daily situations. He doesn’t read subtlety all that well. Communication can be a challenge which can lead to fights. They have their fair share of little spats over minor daily things that just aren’t going right because they haven’t learned how to function as a unit yet.

Teru also has a lot of self hatred to work through which I think contributes heavily to arguments. Early in the relationship I think Teru has a habit of putting Shigeo on a pedestal. We know from canon that Teru is trying very hard to reinvent himself and still has some not-so-nice tendencies in him.  To him it’s frustrating that he can’t just have nothing but patient, gentle thoughts the way he thinks Shigeo does. And it’s very easy for Teru to get pissy and be manipulative and unfair when they argue because Shigeo just struggles to keep up with anything that’s vague, but doing that doesn’t make him feel good even if it can win him a few fights.  There is definitely a period of time where Shigeo will try to voice that he doesn’t like Teru acting like he’s perfect because in his eyes they’re both commoners and not special, and Teru will have the wit to argue that Shigeo has it easy because he’s “naturally a good person” or whatever. And of course if Shigeo manages to notice that Teru’s arguing tactics are a little unfair and tries to point out, that’s just gonna make Teru double down on “fine I’m a shit person” kind of talk. If things get particular nasty I could even see Teru guilting Shigeo once or twice because “we can’t actually argue about this, you need to calm down bc of your powers”. I think Teru in particular has led a very rough life that’s caused him to develop a very dirty set of tools for winning arguments. He’s good at being manipulative which, if left unchecked over time, could cause more arguments than it solves.

30. Why does it work (or not work) between them?

Despite all the rough shit I just said, I think it can absolute work out really well between them if only because they have already canonically had the worst interaction they can possibly ever have and they are both powerfully aware of how much they don’t want to do that again. It doesn’t take much to remind that of what really matters because they both have that strong reminder. It’s easy for them to let go of smaller things when they are reminded of those large things they are moving away from.

Because ultimately, that very first fight in canon is what defines the most important part of both of them. They are both people who are working very hard to change for the better. When they get into unhealthy habits or difficult conversations, their shared history is something that reminds them both of who they want to be and why they decided to know one another. I mentioned that Teru wants to be a better person, and that includes learning the hard way that it’s up to him to recognize when he’s being unfair or manipulative. It’s gonna mean accepting Shigeo as a human with faults rather than this infallible figure who has only patience and virtue.  

And for Shigeo changing means managing and voicing his feelings so that he can maintain control. It’s gonna mean having conversations he’d rather avoid. It’s gonna mean standing up for himself a little more and working harder at being honest with other people about how he feels. It’s gonna mean trying harder to understand what other people need from him.

Like as cliché as it is to say, these two have had an experience together that represents each of their core motivations as characters.  That’s why I really think things can work between them even if they have some rough patches early on.  Shigeo is so patient and he can help Teruki learn to find patience too. He can help Teruki learn to love himself and to take a different mindset to into the world.  Meanwhile Teru’s boundless charisma can help Shigeo learn to try new things and be more outgoing.  He can learn to recognize Shigeo’s needs and emotions and help him put them into words. He can help Shigeo to be more honest about his feelings and to appreciate himself despite all his shortcomings.  I think they’re different in a lot of ways that can really help each of them be a good influence on one another.

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Rules: Always post the rules. Answer 11 random questions posted for you. Create 11 new ones and tag 11 people. Let the person who tagged you know that you answered.

I was tagged by @pota-totoo (ily pots tysm for this uwu)

1. Favorite time in a day? why? - Uh I’d probably say early morning till noon or late at night because it’s either the most peaceful or the most calming time of the day for me.

2.Favorite series? - I’m currently rewatching FMAB and it’s great and I love it and anyone who watched it needs to rewatch it too or anyone who hasn’t needs to watch it (it’s on Netflix please watch it) but besides show if you mean literally any series (books,movies,tv,etc) The Adventure Zone is a wonderful podcast series go please listen to it. Now’s a marvelous time because we’re slowly trying to find a new campaign and there are mini arcs now! And Balance is SUCH a good (it’s like 69 eps? or something like that) and it’s about an hour long each ep but it’s so good!!!

3. Any character in particular that’s stuck to you? - Taako. I’m literally kin with the fuck lmfao. He just?? Resonates with me so much and helps me feel better. I just love him so much and loving him feels like I’m loving myself too so it’s a win-win uwu*

4. What’s your aesthetic? - *sweats nervously as my aesthetic is so scattered* but aside from that it can go from edgy to pastel aesthetic to vintage aesthetic and it’s really just all over the place I’m so sorry

5. Favorite hobby? - Can doing nothing count? I’m either doing work or on tumblr or doodling lmao. And my work DOES involve art so it is now both my work and hobby lol. Sleeping could be my fave hobby bc it’s so so nice

6. If you were in a zombie apocalypse, who would you wanna get stuck with? - Uuuhh my dnd group ig? I think we’d at the very least be SOMEWHAT capable to handle ourselves :”)

7. If you were to create a game of your own, what would the gameplay be and what would it be about? -  Something like Breath of the Wild if I’m honest? But perhaps something to do with my OCs and their universe or an entirely new thing? The gameplay would be a mix between Dark Souls and BOTW I guess? Some mechanics blending together and stuff and all that (I’m not sure which specific ones but if I really spent time thinking about it I could probably pinpoint it.) As to what it would be about? Not sure. But I’d want it to be completely worth getting and probably put a twist at the end to make people be like “WHAT THE FUCK”

8. A dream you most vividly remember? - I already talked about this but it’s the dream where I had Dark Souls-esque deaths meaning I’d die then be “resurrected” and go back into the zone that killed me (idk why. I talked about this in another ask I’m sure you can find if you go into the “Hawke answers” tag awendaw

9. Any mythical creature you’d wanna meet? - Dragon. Dragon dragon dragon. I want to literally talk to a dragon or at least SEE one yknow? Cool beasts my dude.

10. If you could end any character you didn’t like in particular, who would it be? - This doesn’t count because he’s fucken in jail in canon but Sazed from TaZ. He, in my opinion, is such an asshole and I just wanna straight up punch him in the face.

11. Cupcake or Muffin. - Is there..... a difference........ I can’t tell I’m sorry..... but Both bc I’m sure i’ve had both and liked both. You cannot stop me.

This was fun! I’ll be tagging @polichevs @adairable-dirks @oddchamp @breadsadist @piercingtrident

1. If you could do something with your ocs would you want to make a comic/novel/game/movie about them? Which one and why?

2. What universe would you want to live in? Whether it be from a book you read, game you played, movie/comic/etc.

3. Who are the people you want to meet most in the world?

4. If you had to take at least 5 items with you on a deserted island after a crash, what would they be?

5. QUICK! Look to either side of you and name the first item you see!! Those are your weapons in a fantasy/apocalyptic/cyberpunk world

6. What would you want to get the most in the world? In return what would you be willing to give up as well that would be of equivalent value? (Law of Equivalent Exchange uwu* )

7. If you have ocs, which 3 of those ocs would you want to meet and spend a day with?

8. Do you have a pet? if so please insert an image here and say what you love about them! If you don’t have one what kind of pet would you want?

9. Give a random fact about yourself and another random fact about anything!

10. Would you be willing to fight someone at a McDonalds parking lot at 3 am if it meant you could get free McDonalds for an entire week if you win? (Insert any other fast food place if you don’t like McDiddles)

11. QUICK!! Say a nice thing about a person you know!! Now that you’ve done that you have to tag them to do this thing! (If they want to ofc)

[gryffvndors]

uncommon alliances: part two

summary: intimacy isn’t really draco’s strong spot, but that doesn’t stop him from trying. you decide you don’t want a pygmy puff anymore, so you go in search of a new owner for puff.

word count: ~3800

a/n: YALL I DID IT I GOT IT OUT OMG now to get out all the requests i have..... hmm........ we’ll work on it. please enjoy this i worked hard and i will work hard fulfilling you guys’ ideas! and i need to repost catch me if u can bc i deleted it oops anyway enjoy and wish me luck on these terrible cramps i have hoenestly (ha get it) i feel like dying bye

part zero  part one

Puff, stationed on your shoulder, squeaks into your ear just as you feel yourself drifting off.

“Good fucking Merlin-!” You jump nearly a foot in the air, hand flying to your heart. You whip your head around to glare at the bright blue ball that’s currently digging its nails into your skin, its noises softer. You let your anger bubble in your stomach for a moment. After that moment is over, you take a couple breaths to calm yourself down, then reach over and wrap your fingers around the pygmy puff. You get off the sofa in the Gryffindor common room, the one you were trying to nap in, and, as you attempt to pry your shoulder free from the clutches of the small, round beast that’s trying to dig its way into your body, push the portrait open and step out onto the staircase.

Ginny mentioned earlier she’d be somewhere downstairs trying to “prepare for her O.W.L.s”. You roll your eyes as you descend the stairs - by “prepare for her O.W.L.s”, you know she meant she’s going to hide somewhere and snog Harry for a couple hours. You don’t mind that; Harry knows of the wrath he will face from not only you, but the entire Weasley family, if he breaks her heart. Including her, you think - Ginny isn’t going to let anybody hurt her without consequence. That’s why she’s your favorite sister.

While you don’t want to walk in on a sister/best friend snogging session, desperate times call for desperate measures. This creature won’t let go - you don’t want to spell it off, just in case it accidentally… dies, or something, and you’re, okay, a little scared to get bit. By a pygmy puff. Some Gryffindor you are.

You go in search of the usual snogging places all Hogwarts students know about - a few broom closets, a couple abandoned/deserted hallways, some dusty corners. While you manage to find one snogging couple, it isn’t Ginny and Harry. You retreat from the corner, cheeks burning, muttering apologies to Dean and Seamus.

Dean and Seamus. You didn’t see that coming.

Hermione, apparently, did; you bump into her at the end of the hall. She’s carrying a rather large load of books, and seems to be headed towards the library. You raise a hand in greeting, a smile spreading across your lips.

“Hermione!” You cheer, rushing forwards. Hermione turns and nods in your direction. “Did you know Dean and Seamus are a thing? I’m looking for Harry and Ginny and I caught them snogging in the Transfiguration Hallway Corner!”

Hermione snorts, continuing on her way. You jog to keep pace. She’s travelling awfully quickly, especially for somebody with so many heavy books. “Yes, I knew about that. Anybody with any sort of observational skills would know that.”

You shrug. “I didn’t.”

“I said somebody with observational skills. Why do you have your pygmy puff on your shoulder? Ron told me yesterday that you’re embarrassed to be seen with it.”

You nod quickly. “I am. That’s why I’m looking for Harry and Ginny - well, just Ginny, really, but I wager I’ll get the package deal. This thing won’t unlatch itself from my shoulder! I’m scared it’s going to bite me, ‘Mione,” you whine, grabbing her arm and pulling her to a stop. “Please help me. It woke me up from my nap.”

Hermione, rolling her eyes, shifts the pile of books to one arm. Using the other one, she fishes her wand out of her bag and wingardium leviosas the pile in the air. Once the books are floating, she uses the hand not controlling the magic to stroke the pygmy puff softly on its back. You exhale in relief as the claws extract, allowing you to pluck it off of your shoulder.

“Thank you, Hermione, I don’t know what I would do without you - well, I reckon I’d probably have a dead pygmy puff, so it’s rather good that I’ve come across you, isn’t it-”

“God!” Exclaims Hermione. “A dead pygmy puff? You would’ve killed him?”

“No! Well, not on purpose. I probably would’ve tried spelling him off. Ah, I’ll let you go, you seem in a rush. I have another nap to take - and a pygmy puff to sell,” you glare reproachfully at the squeaking thing in your hand. Hermione takes the pile from the air and returns her wand to her bag. She brushes away a stray curl from her forehead, smiling. It’s more of a tired smile than anything, though on Hermione, it isn’t a bad thing. It’s normal for her; she’s always tired.

“Do be careful…”

You wave her off. “I’m always careful, ‘Mione. Alright, goodbye-”

You spin on your heels, rushing off in the other direction. You feel her gaze trained on your back as you flee - she’s probably worrying about the state of the pygmy puff. Well, she doesn’t have to.

You turn the corner, heading back up to the common room. There’s a couple hours until dinner left, and it’s a Saturday - the rain outside closed up the Hogsmeade trip, and while you were a little disappointed, you were also relieved by the catch-up of sleep you could get.

As you’re about to round another corner, somebody else decides to turn just as you approach it. They’re going a bit faster than you - everyone is so urgent today, you think with a frown. What’s the rush? You rushed to get away from Hermione, but only because you wanted her to continue with her day. If you hadn’t’ve left, she would’ve worried over you and the pygmy puff and insisted on going up to the common room with you, or maybe help sell the oversized, squeaking, furry blueberry you’re clutching.

You glance up to see who you nearly ran into. At the sight of Draco Malfoy’s face, yours breaks into a grin. You force down the flippant feeling you get in your stomach. “Draco Malfoy! What a pleasant surprise!”

Draco eyes you. Or, really, he eyes your hand. You eye it, too. For a minute, the two of you just stand there, staring at Puff. When the awkwardness finally surrounds you, you say, “This is my pygmy puff.”

“Really? I thought it was an owl.”

“His name is Puff,” you ignore his biting sarcasm. “Would you like him?”

“What?” Draco scowls, crossing his arms. “No, I don’t want him. Why would anybody want that?”

Puff squeaks sadly. You think it’s sad, at least. You aren’t very intuitive when it comes to pygmy puffs. Still, you glare up at the Slytherin. “Look, you hurt his feelings. Apologize.”

“Weasley, you’re just as deranged as your entire family if you think I am going to apologize to a pygmy puff,” he pauses. “Did you say its name is… ‘Puff’?”

“Yes, Harry named him because Ginny wouldn’t let him name hers. It’s what friends do.” In a moment of haughty pettiness, you say, “Though, you wouldn’t know about what friends do, would you, Draco?”

Draco stares at you. You stare back. For a second, you think he’s going to pin you against the wall and snog (or maybe punch) you - it’s happened before; the two of you have snogged a few times (if every chance you get is a few) after the initial Hogsmeade kiss - but then he rolls his eyes and glances back at the pygmy puff.

“Of course Potter would name it something as stupid as ‘Puff’,” Draco spits. “And I do have friends. They happen to be your friends as well. I don’t think you realize exactly how aggravating that fact is.”

You smile innocently. “I’m so glad we have mutual friends, Draco. Now, are you going to take Puff, or am I going to have to go common room to common room and put on a big sales pitch?”

“Why are you selling it-”

“Him.”

“-anyway?” He shoots you something that resembles irritation and dismissal.

You shrug, “I don’t want him.” He waits for you to continue. You groan before adding, “Also, I’m scared he’s going to bite me.”

Draco lets out a snort. “You, the mighty Gryffindor, are scared of a pygmy puff? It’s blue. It resembles a blueberry, or a - a vibrant, miniature Quaffle.”

“That’s what I said when I first got it!” You perk up.

Draco doesn’t seem very pleased to hear that. He groans. “I do not know why I am doing this, but give me the bloody pygmy puff. I will give it to Blaise, or… something,” he sighs. As you pass him the critter, he grabs your wrist instead and pulls you closer, just close enough to bridge the gap between your bodies. It’s a short kiss, but it feels nice anyway. Your stomach does backflips at the contact. When it’s over, Draco, refusing to look at you again, snatches the animal and continues onward, looking quizzically at it as he walks. You watch him leave, a lazy, satisfied smile on your face. Just before he’s about to turn, you call, “Thank you, Draco! I appreciate it!”

Draco grunts, and then he’s gone.

Relieved and unburdened, you retreat back to the common room and settle back in on the sofa. Without the indignant sounds of the small, breathing Quaffle, accompanied by the familiar crackling of the fire in the fireplace and aroma of burning wood, you fall asleep easily.

You’re woken up by someone furiously shaking the sofa. Shrieking, you whip your wand out and point it to your right. You open your eyes and look in the direction it’s pointing. There isn’t anybody there. You glance in the opposite direction. Ginny and Ron stand behind the back of the sofa, brows raised. You aim your wand at them. “Back away slowly,” you instruct, “and no harm will come to you.”

Ginny plucks the wand from your fingers and tosses it across the room. You scowl and cross your arms.

“You’re no fun.”

“I’m plenty fun,” she dismisses you with a wave of her hand. “Anyway, come on - it’s dinner time. Hermione told us you’d be up here sleeping. She was right,” Ginny sends you a pointed look. You send one right back. “How do you sleep so much? You sleep more than Ron.” Your sister ignores your brother’s slightly insulted look and motions for you to get up.

You roll off the couch and pick up your wand before following them out of the common room. “I like sleeping the way Ron likes eating,” you explain. Ginny nods knowingly.

“We are Weasleys. When we like to do something, we do it in extreme.”

Ron mutters something under his breath, then throws his hands in the air. “Why am I always the one forced out of conversations? I want to be included!”

You consider it before saying, “Say something worthwhile.” You grin at Ginny as she sniggers into her hand. “I’m only joking, Ron. We’ll include you in our conversations if it really twists your knickers. Ginny and Ronald,” you flash him a smirk, “have you heard from Charlie that they’ve discovered a new species of dragon?”

Ron avoids your gaze and seems to find the ground interesting as you guys walk. Ginny exclaims, “Yeah! It’s in America, right? They haven’t named it yet, but it lives in the Appalachian Mountains. Ron, do you know anything about it?”

“I… haven’t been talking to Charlie lately,” he mumbles. “So no.”

“And that’s why you’re never in our conversations. Do your homework, Ron.” You enter the Great Hall, heading towards the Gryffindor table in large strides. Draco intercepts you at the last second. You notice a pout on his lips because, damn it, that’s where your eyes automatically go. It doesn’t look much different from his usual frown to most people, but you’re only a little embarrassed to admit you know his face well enough to be able to tell the difference. The pout is missing the jutting out of his jaw that his frown gets. His brow is creased a bit more, eyes full of indignance. You forget your current company and sigh, running a hand through your hair.

“And how may I be of assistance to you, Malfoy?” You inquire sarcastically.

Draco ignores your siblings who - in their right mind, of course, seeing as how you’re the one acting oddly in their eyes - send filthy looks his way. Ginny hisses in your ear, “Let’s go.” Ron only glares so hard, you think he might pop a vein or something.

“I need to talk to you. Away from your… companions.”

“Oh, bugger off, Malfoy,” Ron snaps. You note how his hands ball into a fist. Past Draco, you catch Hermione and Harry staring worriedly in your direction. With a slight shake of your head, Harry - who was getting ready to rise and come to your aid - relaxes ever so slightly. Ron continues with, “Whatever you need to say to her, you can say it in front of us. Her family.”

Ginny folds her arms across her chest and tilts her chin up. You glance between them, almost amused, before inclining your head in a nod.

“Thanks, guys, I appreciate your concern. Really, I do, but I need to speak with Malfoy alone. It’s for Alchemy.”

“Since when have you taken Alchemy? And since when have you been friends with Malfoy?!” Ron scoffs.

“Uh, I’ve taken Alchemy since the beginning of the year? Where have you been? And we’re not friends, we’re partnered for a big end of term project. I’ll be right back, Ronald, I’m not going to die.”

“It’s Malfoy, you don’t know that!”

“Weasel,” Malfoy deadpans, “I’ve no desire to murder your sister. To be frank with you, she isn’t worth the Azkaban time. Anyway, I’ve got more important things to do. Like discuss a very important project that is ninety percent of our grade, so if you will excuse me-” he grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him. You flash a thumbs-up to your gobsmacked siblings and stumble over your feet in his haste.

Once you’re a good deal away from the Great Hall and in one of those “snogging corners” as Ginny so eloquently calls them, he pushes you against the wall and uses the corner to its full potential. You let him, relieved. As you snog him, your mind drifts to the scene you’d walked in on earlier in a different “snogging corner”. You begin to snicker and push him away, covering your eyes with one hand and grabbing his own with your other. “Earlier, when I gave you Puff - where is he, anyway? Wait, don’t answer that quite yet, I want to tell you this first - earlier when we were talking, I don’t think I mentioned what I saw earlier. It’s so crazy, I honest to Merlin never thought I’d catch it happening. I mean, Ginny has made an offhand comment about it, but I always thought she was being a prat because Dean’s her ex. I never expected it to be real. Yeah, they’re best friends, but I always thought that was the extent of their relationship - did you? I mean, I’m well aware that you’re not a Gryffindor and therefore, you’re not friendly with them - I think you rather dislike them, actually - but still, you could not have seen this coming. Did you?”

Draco blinks at you oddly. “You stopped snogging me so you could ramble on about Ginny Weasley and Dean Thomas’ past relationship.”

“What? No.” It dawns on you that you probably didn’t actually get to the point, and that it - the point, that is - was lost in your babbling. “Oh, oh. Okay. No, I walked in on Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan snogging. Hermione said she knew they were a thing, but she’s a lot more observant than I am.” As an afterthought, you add, “I guess Ginny is, too.”

Draco snorts. “I think a troll is more observant than you.”

The sentence takes you back to first year. You scoff and mutter under your breath, “You’d be surprised…”

He ignores that and says, “You take after your brother in that. Yes, I noticed Thomas and Finnigan - not that I ever cared,” he sniffs. “Anyway, onto subjects that actually matter, I did not just pull you away from Potter and his minions-”

“Uh, you mean my friends? And family?”

“...Yes, them. However you label them. There is a reason for this other than snogging-”

“Are you sure? You seemed a bit excited,” you smirk, standing on your toes. “Are you harboring feelings for me, Draco? How sweet. You fancy a blood traitor like me.”

“I… okay, number one, stop interrupting me. I do not speak because I like hearing my own voice, I speak because I need to say something. Two, I am not… harboring feelings for you,” he shifts his weight, uneasy. It takes him a second before he continues with, “Three, even if I was, it wouldn’t matter because your friends despise me. I believe we have had this conversation before, actually - we are getting off track.”

“No, I like where this is going,” you beam. He wrenches his hand away from yours. “Aw, look, you’re getting all ‘I am a strong Slytherin with no feelings’ and withdrawing into your shell. How cute.”

“I’m not,” he mutters, scowling.

“Mmm. So what is the reason for pulling me away from Potter and his minions, Draco?”

“I…” Draco fishes something out of his pocket and thrusts it to you. “Here. This is for you.”

He looks away, flushing, as you reach out to unclench his fingers. Sitting in the palm of his hand is something silver. You pick it up and realize that it is a bracelet - a thin one, with little charms on it. There’s a bird; a lion; what looks to be a bat - the Quidditch kind, seeing as how you’re a Beater for Gryffindor; a star; and a heart.

You stare at it longer than you probably should without saying a word.

Draco peeks at you, then huffs. “Don’t just stare at it,” he says. “Say something.”

You look at him, grinning. “Are you insecure?”

“No!”

“You sound insecure,” you wrap your arms around him abruptly. His body tenses up before relaxing into the hug. “Thank you, Draco. It’s really pretty.”

“Mm. The lion is for Gryffindor, because you’re an irritating Gryffindor. The bat is because you’re a Beater. The bird is because, well… I like birds,” he glares at you when you chuckle. “I didn’t know what else to get, so I got a star. So, there. That’s, uh, payment. For the Puff thing. You said you wanted to sell it. Him,” he corrects himself.

You poke at the heart. “And what’s this for, Draaaaco?”

Draco flushes darker. “I… you’re not a moron like your brother,” he says crossly. “Stop playing dumb.”

“I just want to hear you say it!”

“Fine. Merlin, you’re obnoxious. I… suppose I fancy you. For lack of a better term. And person,” he licks his lips. “Because I’m only with you because there isn’t anybody else in this stupid school. Not because of who you are, or anything.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m perfect, and you know it,” you smirk and stand on your toes again. “You can stop guarding your feelings, Draco, I’m not going to hurt them. Thank you for the bracelet, though - it’s very pretty. Did you get it in Hogsmeade?”

He nods. “I ordered it a couple weeks ago. I was going to give it to you today, but-”

“The trip was cancelled,” you finish. “Right. Well, I suppose I fancy you, too.”

“I did not pull you away from your insufferable friends to talk about feelings-”

You hold your hands up in surrender. “I know, I know! I’m just saying! I really like you!” You hold out the bracelet. “Will you help me put this on before I return to my insufferable friends?”

He nods and unclasps it. As he wraps the silver chain around your wrist, you’re hit with a sudden wave of emotion. The position that you’re in feels strangely intimate. He peeks at your face and reads it like a book. “Merlin, are you going to cry?”

“I’m not going to cry,” you protest, but sniff. “I just think it’s so sweet that you bought me this bracelet, and that you have feelings for me, and that you customized these charms and it’s really intimate and caring and I wish that you weren’t such an asshole to my friends and family becausethey’llneverapproveofyou-”

He finishes putting the bracelet on you and frowns. “I’ll have these… feelings talks of yours if you want, but not here. I just wanted to give you the bracelet and snog you for a little bit. Can we postpone the conversation we’re about to get into?”

You laugh, nodding, and raise your wrist to admire the jewelry. “Yeah, yeah. Of course we can. Thank you again, Draco. I really like it.”

“Good. We should be getting back; I know you have that ruddy Weasley appetite that makes you eat a meal every two hours or so.”

You roll your eyes, but find that you can’t disagree. “Before we go back, can we snog some more?”

“Only if you walk in the Great Hall five minutes after I walk in-”

You cut him off by bringing his face down to meet yours. You don’t really care about staggered entrances.

A few days later, you find him in the library, a book on potions open and ignored. Draco is playing around with Puff - he’s stroking his fur, feeding him little bits of apple, and laughing. You watch the scene unfold for a good three minutes before marching over and planting your hands on your hips.

“I’ve caught you in the act, Draco.”

He jumps and hides the pygmy puff. When he sees that it’s just you, Draco snorts and brandishes him again. “I actually like him,” he admits.

“I thought you were going to give him to Blaise or something?”

“That was before I actually got to know him! I can’t give him away now, we’re friends.”

You roll your eyes, facepalming. “Merlin, you sound like my sister. Why do you like him, anyway? He’s small and loud and annoying-”

Draco stares at you for a second. When he realizes you’re not kidding, he thrusts his hand out, palm-up, with Puff balancing on top of it. “Because he’s soft,” he says like it’s obvious. “Have you never felt him before?”

“Trust me, I’ve felt him many times. He was actually attached to my body once.”

“...What?”

You sigh and sit down across from Draco. “Nevermind,” you breathe, and rest your head on your hands. You spend the rest of your free period watching Draco and Puff together, and playing with the little charms on your silver bracelet.