#he doesn't carry his magic shit with him if he can help it. the most he's got are some generic & bare minimum basics in his coat

[talentforlying]

YOUR MUSE'S INVENTORY.

rules: list the things your muse carries in their pockets or bags in their everyday life. (optional: explain their significance.) repost, don’t reblog.

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carton of silk cut cigarettes — breast pocket of his shirt / suit. he thinks it's funny when he gets the ones with the most obvious warning labels / infographics, but he's not picky enough to ask for them specifically. there's usually a picture of kit ryan tucked into the back of whichever one he's carrying at the time.

1-2 toothpicks — also breast pocket of his shirt / suit. he has zero compunctions about smoking indoors, but once they started passing laws about that sort of thing, he had to pick up something to soothe that itch when he can't get away and light up.

paper clip — also breast pocket of his shirt / suit. for picking locks. he had a set of actual lockpicks at some point, but lost them between flats and hasn't bothered to get more. he figures there's more plausible deniability in a paper clip, anyway.

leather billfold wallet — back right trouser pocket. holds his ID, oyster card, library card, a playing card (for glamours, usually the ace of spades), one motel keycard per-country-recently-visited (which he can get to work on any empty room with a little bit of magic; his living situation tends to be up in the air, people just don't appreciate magical infestations / loud-ass music in the middle of the night / generally weird shit like they used to), and several strips of printer paper he's cut to be the approximate size and shape of pound notes (so that if he's ever short on cash, he can glamour them to fill the role. nobody's end-of-day till count is safe). holds upwards of a hundred quid when he's found a bookie that doesn't know his name, but that's getting harder and harder these days.

silver lighter — interior suit pocket / right interior trenchcoat pocket. his current one was a gift from his friend rich, after they got to talking about the phenomenon of anti-tourism matchboxes; it's engraved with a lighthouse and has PISS ON IT scratched in underneath, probably from a key.

outdated, badly cracked mobile phone — interior suit pocket / left interior trenchcoat pocket. i keep saying it's a flip phone, but i'm starting to consider that he defaults to a blackberry instead, and the only thing standing between him and a breakdown at any given time is tetris. he breaks / loses / ruins phones frequently, so there's a good chance he'll have a different model every time you see him.

loose coins — trenchcoat pockets. he tries to keep them in his wallet, but he's not that diligent about it. he finds it distracting when they rattle together and he often needs to be a little sneaky, so he's got a tendency to separate change out into different pockets to reduce the noise.

a variety of keys — trouser pockets / trenchcoat pockets. a key to his current flat in brixton, a key to chas's storage unit in streatham (where he stores all his occult kitsch), and a key to the back door of ray monde's old shop. he's also got a key to the black library at the vatican, which he's very smug about and which he hangs onto in case he needs a magic focus that's guaranteed to open any door. like the coins, these are usually separated out into different pockets.

a pendulum — trenchcoat pockets. for divination and hypnosis. he's got a couple of options he alternates between — gold pendant, chunk of amethyst on a chain, pocket watch (usually goes with the blue suit) — but the pendant is usually the one he forgets to take out of his pockets at the end of the day, so that's the most common.

2-3 condoms — trenchcoat pockets. always be prepared.

pair of white gloves, worn thin — left trenchcoat pocket. a holdover from the 90s when he used to wear them all the time, now they're just there because he's used to their presence and can't be arsed to find a place for them at home. also useful for touching things that aren't safe for skin contact, but he usually only remembers that they're there after he's gone and touched the things that aren't safe for skin contact.

various bits & bobs for casting — the trenchcoat pockets contain vast multitudes of random shit, depending on what he's been up to and what level of threat has been the most recent baseline. on average, you can expect to find some crushed sprigs of sage, pieces of chalk, individually-wrapped charcoal sticks, fragments of bone, tangled thread, baggies of ash / graveyard dirt / cinnamon / incense cones, and currency from all over the world.

[satellites444]

oof ok...i got a lil carried away with this ngl. this is like 7,000 words.

okay so i saw a twitter post from someone who found this business card in their grandma's stuff for a ~doctor~ and ran with it! like this shit actually used to happen lol.

summary: you're a housewife who's unsatisfied by your husband. your friend tara suggests visiting dr. zayne who specializes in this exact type of issue.

warnings: doctor/patient dynamics. infidelity (reader does it). shitty ass husbands. sex (fingering, oral, p in v) umm yeah! reader is referred to as y/n

other warning, i’m not a fic writer person so if this is garbage, i’m so sorry. i’m also bad at endings & i didn't proofread don't kill me so there’s that as well but if you like it then yay!!

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if this gets weird, she’s going to kill tara.

gently, with a slightly shaking hand, she knocks on the door in front of her. she makes a promise to herself to give it approximately thirty seconds before she turns around and flees. she can tell tara that she gave it a try and it wasn’t for her! she would never need to know that she chickened out, everything would be okay—

she’s snapped out of her thoughts when the door swings open, revealing a tall man with black hair and maybe the most beautiful green eyes she ever seen, hidden behind a pair of glasses.

he smiles slightly at her, nodding his head in greeting. she’s so stunned by him that she forgets that she should probably say something. “u-um, hi, i’m here to see dr. zayne?” she didn’t mean to phrase that like a question, she’s just so shocked by him. tara said he was handsome, that it makes his treatmtent easy, but jesus. “i have an appointment,” she asserts.

“of course, y/n, correct?” he asks, his voice like the most decadent satin; she nods. he steps aside, letting her enter the space. she takes in her surroundings briefly, he looks well-put together. she wasn’t sure what to expect when she’s told about a doctor who takes patients in his own home.

“let me start by saying, i don’t believe in the popular narrative that women experience hysteria,” he ushers her to a room with that doesn't look out of the ordinary. she knew there wasn't a bed, but rather a large lounge chair for her to sit on, which she does.

“i do, however, believe that women are often being mistreated and underserved by the men in their lives and i would like to help that.” he says, waiting for her to take in what he’s said and she nods. it sounds good to her. she also has never believed the whole ‘hysterical women’ belief that everyone wants to believe. maybe women just want to be listened to. maybe women wouldn’t mind being homemakers if their husbands would view them as a partner and not a live-in maid they can have sex with. her husband would probably disagree, but that’s why she’s here.

when tara told her about this miraculous doctor with magic fingers, she was curious. they often get together to share their woes, lamenting that ‘my husband hasn’t touched me in months’ ‘well mine does, but I’m not getting anything out of it. It’s like he isn’t even trying’ and overall just frustrated with their current sexual situations. it’s not like they don’t love their husbands, they do, but having mediocre sex day in and day out is growing tiresome, and y/n has found herself growing resentful towards her husband, and that’s not something that she wants at all.

“i agree with you. it’s ridiculous the things that people will believe. i’m sure my husband would never agree with me on it, but…” she trails off, bringing up her husband to dr. zayne feels like it should be forbidden.

“did you know which service you’d like?” he asks, shifting the conversation to the point of the visit.

she blushes, because tara had shared his card with her but she was too embarrassed to ask her what some of the services meant. “um…actually, i had a few questions about some of the things…if that’s okay?”

“of course, which one caught your attention?”

she doesn’t want to admit that all of them have caught her attention. focused tactile therapy - internal…circulatory stimulation treatment…client-led exploratory session… the list is intense and everything is very intriguing.

“um…dual…modality relaxation therapy?” she says, looking to him for a deeper explanation of just *what* that is.

he nods, “that's a popular one. dual-modality relaxation therapy would entail penetration with fingers coupled with clitoral stimulation to achieve orgasm.”

she knew what she was signing up for when she came here, but wow hearing it out loud is so…lewd.

“i’d-” she clears her throat, “i’d like that…please.”

he nods, ever the professional. he motions for her to lean back.

“lay back, get comfortable,” he says, his voice soft. she does as told, gingerly lying back onto the comfortable chair. he watches her with gentle eyes, smiling softly as she gives him a small nod to let him know she’s content. “i’m going to remove your pants now, is that okay?”

“yes, that’s fine,” she says. goosebumps rise along her body as he unbuttons her pants, his fingers briefly grazing her waist as he works them down her legs and completely off. the rush of air on her now bare legs doesn’t help the goosebumps in the slightest, in fact, she feels them get worse. she’s left in just her underwear now, which isn’t something she hasn’t done before, she has been to the gynecologist before for her checkups but this context has a swell of warmth gathering in her lower belly.

“spread your legs for me,” he says, his tone even. she spreads her legs wider. “underwear is next, okay?”

she nods again, but then gets a thought that has her jerking forward. dr. zayne’s hands leave her underwear immediately. “i- i didn’t…i’m not…should i have trimmed?” she usually does for the gynecologist, just for the ease but she didn’t even stop to think that she might want to do the same for dr. zayne.

“no, that’s not necessary, i don’t mind at all,” he reaches back to the top of her underwear, “may i?”

“yes…yes, sorry for startling you,” she says, lifting her hips slightly to help him pull them down.

“you don’t have to apologize. if, for any reason, you’re no longer comfortable or wish to stop, i will stop.”

first, he spreads her open, and she feels herself blush. she also can’t be sure, but she thinks she sees him take a shuttering breath. after a moment, he takes his thumb and gently begins to circle her clit. immediately, a shiver goes down her spine, a small whimper leaves her throat. he meets her gaze briefly before he starts to circle a bit faster. her breathing picks up, her mouth falling open around a silent moan.

this feels good. this is what she’s done the few times she let her own hand wander down to explore her body.

“i’m getting you ready for my fingers,” he says, then his thumb slips down to her entrance to gather the arousal that has already began to pool there before returning to her clit. the wetness changes the feeling a bit, but it’s still do good her back arches a bit when he returns. he stays there a while, repeating the same movements to work her up.

she doesn’t realize it until she opens them, but her eyes have slipped closed. when she opens them, she sees dr. zayne reach over to grab a bottle of what she knows to be some type of lubrication. he stops touching her clit, two of his fingers are at her entrance and she watches as he bites his lip ever so slightly before discarding the lubrication. he looks up at her as he slowly pushes two fingers inside of her.

she feels her eyebrows furrow in pleasure, her jaw going slack at the feeling of having him inside of her. he takes his time, slowly pulling out and then pushing back in. it’s like he’s trying to learn every part of her.

his fingers graze a spot inside of her that makes her involuntarily moan loudly. she immediately blushes, her attempts to be demure have gone out the window. she’s opening her mouth to apologize when dr. zayne hums happily, focusing his attention on that spot again and flexing his fingers against it. stroking and rubbing in a slow, steady rhythm. “there it is,” he says, continuing his movements, “does that feel good?”

she can’t open her mouth to respond, can’t bring herself to say, yes, yes this feels better than anything I’ve ever felt in my life but she nods, because she needs to him to keep going, she never wants this feeling to stop. she’s making noises now that she has never, never made before and she has half a mind to feel embarrassed by it, but it’s only half of her mind so she shuts it down quickly and lets herself get lost in the feeling.

“you’re so wet, have you ever had this done to you before?” dr. zayne asks, and it’s then that she notices the obscene squelching noise that’s currently filling the room. she doesn’t know how to explain that, no, no one has ever done this to her before. of course she’s had sex, she is married, but her husband’s idea of sex is missionary until he reaches his completion. oftentimes, she isn’t even fully aroused enough, but she’s gotten used to it. assumed that maybe that’s just what sex is.

dr. zayne spreads her legs a bit further, opening her up more to him and then he’s returning his thumb to her clit. it’s then that the pressure builds, when she starts to feel an odd feeling. she fears she may urinate all over the place if he doesn’t stop. “d-dr. zayne, i think i’m going to…mmph i think i’m-”

“it’s okay, don’t fight it,” he says, continuing his ministrations.

she takes his advice, trusting that he knows what he’s doing. she leans back and lets him work over her body.

when she orgasms, she knows she’s certainly never felt this before. he gently works her through it, and she can hear him murmuring kind words but it’s hard to make out over the ringing in her ears, over the pounding of her heartbeat that is pounding behind her ears and between her thighs. gently, dr. zayne slips his fingers out of her, walking to the sink to wash his hands before returning with a warm cloth.

“i’m going to clean you up now,” he says, starting at her inner thighs. “you did so good for me.”

she blushes at the praise, hisses slightly when the cloth touches her overstimulated pussy. it’s then that she notices the prominent bulge in the front of his trousers. she peels her eyes away quickly though, and makes a mental note to tell tara. he takes his time, thoroughly wiping away the evidence of her orgasm before he offers her underwear and pants back.

at the door, she hands him the money. she so desperately wants to set up another appointment, as soon as humanly possible if she had her way, but she isn’t sure she can get away with spending the money without her husband wondering what she’s going. with a small smile, she says her goodbyes to dr. zayne.

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she feels…light. she feels happy and content.

“you’re in a good mood,” her husband remarks when he gets home. she smiles at him, walking over to kiss his cheek. “about damn time.”

not even his shit attitude can bring her down today, not after her treatment. she laughs lightly, floating back into the kitchen to bring dinner to the table.

“how was work?” she asks, scooping mashed potatoes onto his plate. she’d made his favorite—roast and mashed potatoes—simply because she felt so good when she went to the grocery store, she didn’t mind that it takes a long time to cook the meat. she didn’t mind that

she finds her husband staring at her, a slightly confused look on his face. “my favorite food…you’re in a good mood…who died?”

“no one, silly!” she responds, but now she’s going to start getting defensive. why can’t he just enjoy dinner? Just be happy that she’s happy? “i started a new treatment with a wonderful doctor, and my mood has been great all day.”

this catches his attention, he raises an eyebrow at her, silently asking her to continue.

“tara mentioned it to me. apparently she’s been getting treatments for a month or so and she said they’re life changing.”

“life changing…” he echoes, taking a bite of his roast. she rushes to fill the silence, feeling the need to defend herself.

“she has never felt better! and at such a low cost, i couldn’t help but give it a try. i can attest, the treatment is sort of life changing.”

if he’s suspicious, he doesn’t show it. maybe he simply doesn’t care all that much, and that doesn’t surprise her at all. he’s been more-or-less indifferent with her since they were married. they eat mostly silence for the rest of dinner, though at the end he does agree to set aside a monthly budget for her to continue getting her treatments, “if it keeps you in a good enough mood and out of my hair.”

that night, when he climbs on top of her she welcomes it, wondering if her husband can replicate the same feeling that dr. zayne gave her. she is left with disappointment when he doesn’t, but she doesn’t find herself feeling anything but giddy at the idea of returning to dr. zayne as soon as possible to get that feeling again.

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she sets up another appointment embarrassingly soon after her first. she called dr. zayne the very next day after getting the green light from her husband, and made the appointment for exactly one month from her first. she doesn’t let herself feel too bad about it, though. it’s how he makes his money, and with her husband’s approval—and money—she’s incredibly eager to go back.

she’s more confident as she knocks on his door this time. she’s prepared, and she knows exactly what she wants and she even gave herself a little trim. she tells herself that it's not for any reason other than cleanliness, but deep down she knows it's because she hopes dr. zayne likes it.

she expressed to tara that she may have developed a tiny crush on the doctor after her first session, and was assured that it's only natural, harmless even. she tells herself this small little action is all she’ll allow herself to feed into the crush.

when he answers the door, she can’t help the smile that breaks out on her face. he returns her smile with a warm one of his own, stepping aside to let her in. this time, she know’s where she’s going and beats him to the room. she hears the quiet chuckle he lets out and feels butterflies erupt in her stomach.

“welcome back,” he says, she gets herself comfortable on the chair, fanning out the skirt that she wore. pants were too complicated, too much to take off, and she wants to feel his touch as soon as possible. she wonders if she should get right to the point and remove her panties, but she figures dr. zayne will probably do it for her.

“it’s good to be back,” she responds, “thank you for your last treatment, really, I haven’t felt that happy in so long. my husband almost thought i was a different person.”

he clears his throat slightly, nodding. “i’m glad to hear that. did you want the same service as last time?”

“actually, i was hoping to try the oral treatment?” she looks up at him from where she’s sitting and she swears she sees him swallow hard, like he’s nervous about something but he very quickly masks it with the same professionalism that he showed the last time she was here.

“oral treatment it is, then.” he walks over to where she’s sat, dropping to his knees before her; she feels her heart rate pick up at the sight. she pulls her skirt up for him eagerly, he smiles to himself. “i’m going to remove your underwear, okay?”

she nods, getting ready to lift her hips and help him get them off. soon enough, she’s bare for him again and he’s gently running his hands up her inner thighs, leaving goosebumps in his wake.

she almost feels self conscious when he spreads her open. admittedly, no one has ever done this to her before and she’s not sure what to expect. her husband makes excuses whenever she brings up the subject of him going down on her, usually after she’s come up from going down on him but there was always a reason he couldn’t so she gave up asking.

she shudders when she feels the warmth of his breath on her, bites her lip to keep her noises in when she feels the warmth of his tongue lightly lick at her clit. it’s a weird sensation, she doesn’t hate it though.

after a few teasing licks, he brings her clit into his mouth, sucking on it until she can no longer hold back her moans. he sucks and licks, swirling his tongue around her clit before

she doesn’t know what to do with her hands. she’s overwhelmed by the pleasure and wants nothing more than to grab onto something. she balls her hands into fists, gripping onto the fabric of her skirt for dear life.

dr. zayne notices this, licking two stripes from her entrance to her clit before pulling away and looking up at her.

“you can hold onto my head if you’d like, if that would be more comfortable,” he offers. when she looks between her legs at him she feels like she could come right then and there. his pupils blown wide, her arousal coating his mouth, dripping down his chin. she nods at him, gently running her hands through his hair to grab on while he reattaches his mouth to her cunt.

“t-that’s so good,” she gasps out, involuntarily gripping onto his hair tighter, he doesn’t seem to mind. “oh, god, you’re so good at this,” she feels like she needs to tell him, to let him know that she’s enjoying herself.

he brings his hand up and presses two fingers at her entrance, pressing in slightly to see if she’s wet enough and when he finds that she is, he’s pressing two fingers in, curling them in just the perfect way, just like he did last month.

she short circuits, she’s sure of it. she’s cumming maybe a minute after he puts his fingers in her. he works her through it, stroking her as she slowly comes down from the high, gently licking at her clit until she has to squirm away from him at the overstimulation.

he follows the same procedure as before, quickly cleans himself up before returning with a warm cloth to clean her up. she’s basically floating out the door this time, stopping briefly to schedule her next appointment with him before she even leaves.

when the door closes behind her, dr. zayne quickly returns to the room where he grabs a handful of tissue paper and pulls his trousers and briefs down, just enough for his cock to spring free. he wastes no time wrapping a hand around himself, stroking from base to tip, gathering the precum that has gathered as lube. he’s always prided himself in his professionalism, never letting his mind wander, because this is a service, a medical service. but, god, with y/n he can’t stop himself.

she trimmed her hair for him, she’d made an effort for him. he’d never tell her that he preferred the hair, but that’s beside the point. she wanted to look a certain way for him. his cock throbs in his hand at the idea. he doesn’t think about the fact that she’s going home to a husband; he likes to ignore that fact, changes the subject if it’s brought up. he clings onto the false hope that she might feel something for him, even if it’s just lust…he’ll take it.

he thinks about the noises she makes as she gets closer and closer to climax. remembers the small gasp she takes right before she comes, how she tasted. he thinks about how he wishes he could spend hours buried between her thighs. he thinks about the way that she flutters around his fingers when he makes her cum, imagines what it would feel like to sink inside of her…to feel that fluttering, that wetness around his prick instead of his fingers.

he comes quickly, spurting into the tissue he grabbed prior. he cleans up just as fast, feeling the burn of shame at his lack of control. she’s going to be a problem for him, he can already tell. this lapse in control will happen once, he tells himself. he will indulge in his thoughts, his fantasies once and that’s it. should she make another appointment with him, he will conduct himself professionally, no matter how much it kills him to do so.

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the professionalism flies out the window exactly three months later.

it’s her fifth visit, but it’s not her scheduled appointment time. she had called dr. zayne the night before to see if he could possibly fit her in the next day after yet another particularly mediocre (and she’s being incredibly generous) night of “sex” with her husband. at this point, she’s convinced it’s him and not her. she doesn’t feel bad anymore, doesn’t wonder what she’s doing wrong to make her not cum.

dr. zayne, of course, was very gracious and fit her in at the end of his day.

she shows up mad, walking right into his home, already ranting. he listens to her with a look of shock at first, that slowly bleeds into understanding and maybe a bit of amusement.

“he’s the worst! for god’s sake how hard is it to last longer than three minutes? how hard is it to at least try some foreplay before shoving your dick in, flopping around for a bit and then blowing your load? by the time it starts to feel slightly good for me, he’s rolling off and falling asleep!” she throws her hands above her head. she knows she’s probably being dramatic, but over these past months, her and dr. zayne have grown much closer. she’s come to like him as a person, not just because she has a crush on him but because of him as a person.

he waits a beat to see if she’s going to continue before he speaks, “it must be very frustrating for you.”

“ugh!” she exclaims, “it’s more than frustrating! i just want good sex. i want to be fucked i want to know what people rave about!” she looks at him, almost pleading. there’s no mention of actual sex in his services, she knows that, but she came here in the hopes that maybe he found her attractive. maybe they’d known each other long enough and he would throw her a bone and help out. as the seconds tick by, though, and dr. zayne has yet to rip her clothes off in his living room, she realizes she may have miscalculated, heavily miscalculated. she starts to backtrack, “sorry…i don’t- sorry i showed up here to yell and scream i don’t know what i was expecting you to do…”

she starts to head for the door but is stopped when his hand grips her wrist. she turns to face him.

“did you come here so i would help you?” he asks, his tone low, his voice gaining a huskier tone that makes her shiver. she opens her mouth to speak but closes it again.

“did you want me to explain to you what your husband is doing wrong? explain why that idiot cannot please you?” he’s coming closer to her now, slowly closing the distance between them.

“did you want me to show you how it’s supposed to be done?”

he’s right in front of her, she tilts her head up to look at him, her breathing starting to pick up. again, she opens and closes her mouth before simply nodding, not trusting her words right now.

“second door on the left of the hallway, it’s my bedroom. meet me there.”

she nods, stepping around him and hurrying to the room. she hears the front door lock click into place just as she opens the door to his room. she looks around, not surprised by his choice of decor, but the very comfortable looking bed calls to her and she sits down gingerly on the corner of the bed.

dr. zayne comes in shortly after, walking over to her.

“what your husband is doing wrong is he’s making it about himself,” he says, as he does, he begins to remove his tie. “he’s having sex with you, sure, but he more-so using your body as a means to get himself off. he’s not paying attention to what you like, what turns you on, what makes you feel good.”

his tie is off now, thrown on the ground nearby. he starts to unbutton his dress shirt, pulling it out from where it was tucked into his slacks. y/n watches his every motion like a hawk, wanting to take in every moment. “i would imagine he gets hard, maybe he asks you for a blowjob but doesn’t return the favor—may i?” he gestures to the buttons of her sweater, she nods, not taking her eyes off his bare chest. off the incredible expanse of his body. “he gets hard, humps you for a minute or two before he blows his load and goes to bed because that’s what he cares about. maybe he tells himself that you came, but he knows you didn’t, you know you didn’t, but he simply does not care.”

her sweater has joined his tie and his shirt on the ground. she’s in her bra and pants, while he’s left in his slacks, with a very prominent tent forming in the front.

“may i remove your bra?” he asks, his voice gentle again, and she nods. he expertly unhooks her bra and slides it down her shoulders, tossing it into the growing pile. her nipples pebble, not because his room is cold but simply because she doesn’t think she’s ever been this aroused before in her life. he gently pushes her shoulder, silently telling her to lay back.

“what he should be doing is taking his time. to explore your body, your beautiful body,” he kisses her neck, and she melts into the touch, a sigh leaves her mouth. he kisses down her neck slowly until he reaches her breast, where he circles his tongue around her harden nipple before pulling it into his mouth briefly. “when you have sex, you pay attention to what the other person likes,” he says, continuing to kiss down her body.

when he reaches her pants, he unbuttons them and pulls them down along with her panties, leaving her completely bare for him. she hears him whisper something, so low she can’t make it out but she thinks its somewhere along the lines of a swear. he continues his path, kissing down until he’s face to face with her pussy.

“foreplay is important, you should always prioritize it,” he says before licking into her. her back arches off the bed, her hand flying to his hair. he’s silent for a bit, eating her like he’s starved.

eventually he stops, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “sometimes you’re desperate to be inside of them, but you still need to make sure they’re taken care of,” he climbs onto the bed with her, hovering over her before he wraps an arm around her back and pulls her up so that they’re both in the middle of his bed. he kisses her hard, his tongue licking into her mouth easily. she moans at the taste of herself on his tongue, at the feeling of kissing him.

he leans back onto his heels and begins to unbutton his pants, quickly adding them and his boxers to the clothing pile. y/n feels greedy as she takes him in, his hard cock large and heavy between his legs. he smirks at her briefly before he reaches over to his nightstand and pulls out a condom. she feels a twinge of jealousy against her better judgement. had he done this before with other patients? he rolls it onto himself before kissing her again, and as if he can read her thoughts, “these are from my bachelor days, they don’t get much use anymore,” he says, a hint of something teasing in his tone.

she knows she has no right to feel relieved, but she does. he positions himself between her legs, his cock nudging against her in a way that makes them both hiss.

“when you have have sex, you make sure she’s wet, ready for you,” his fingers dip down and he groans at the pool of arousal that greets him, “just like that. and then,” he doesn’t verbally explain what’s next, he just does it and she shivers when she feels the head of his cock glide along her pussy, he dips into her for just a second, just enough for her to feel the stretch of him before he pulls back. “only when she’s ready…” he pauses, meets her gaze, searching for the green light, she nods.

slowly, he pushes inside of her. the stretch is so good she swears she can see stars. her hands immediately grip onto his shoulders, she needs something to ground her. he watches her the whole time, searching for any discomfort as he slowly pumps himself in and out.

she feels so full, he feels so good. “dr. za-”

“zayne. just call me zayne,” he says through gritted teeth, his pace picking up speed as he sets a rhythm that makes her toes curl.

“zayne,” she moans, her nails starting to bite into his shoulders. she feels better than she’s ever felt before, she feels an orgasm building rather quickly. she wraps her legs around his waist, needing to be as close to him as possible.

“i know, baby,” he purrs in her ear, “are you gonna cum for me?”

she’s not used to being talked to like this, and though it takes her by surprise, she loves it. it makes a whimper leave her throat, makes her nod eagerly.

when his fingers find her clit she’s done for. she comes hard around him, fluttering around his cock. she feels his pace start to stutter, he starts to moan softly at first, but louder as his thrusts grow sloppier. she can feel when he cums, can feel the throbbing inside of her and she wishes she could feel the warmth of his seed fill her rather than the condom. she knows that’s irrational though.

he gently pulls out, discretely rolling the condom off and throwing it out before laying next to her.

they lay there in silence for a moment, catching their breath and taking in what exactly just happened.

y/n realizes that what they just did crosses the boundaries of a doctors visit, what she’s been convincing herself she’s been doing for months, and went straight into cheating. adultery.

but honestly, what’s worse is she doesn’t feel particularly bad. in fact, she’s content right now, and whatever the future may hold for her and zayne, she’ll cross that bridge once she fully gets to it. for right now, she lets him clean her up, listens when he tells her that it’s very important she goes to the bathroom after sex. she lets him kiss her again when she returns to his room. she’s thrilled when she sees that he’s hard again and is even more glad that she’s able to return the favor for the orgasms he’s given her.

right now, in this moment, nothing else really matters.

[midnightshindig]

So if Cecil (through some magic SciFi bullshit or smth) ended up with viltrimite-style super powers, how do you think he'd deal with that? Would he keep them under wraps for the element of surprise or pivot into superhero training and end up with a better appreciation for his supes? And how'd he handle it personally? Would he have a Donald moment?

I just like shaking this old man

superhero!Cecil hcs!

okay this isn't x reader or anything i'm just spitballing

hcs under the cut!

Cecil is randomly bestowed upon powers

We'll say generic superhuman abilities, akin to but not as powerful as a viltrumite

maybe as strong as Oliver, we'll say

but he's MUCH more coordinated

He's had years of field training in non-powered combat

so now he's just showing off

initially he'd be so fucking freaked out

demands the lab keep him in working-quarantine (they lock him in an observation room with a walkie talkie and a laptop) to see if he's dangerous

he isn't

and then he goes to Donald like "What do I do with this? Do I.... become a superhero?"

and Donald's like "bitch stfu we need a leader and nobody else can do it."

So Cecil doesn't become a superhero per se

but he doesn't let his powers go to waste

He starts using his abilities-- which reach Mark's level of strength-- to help train his superhero on the field

It honestly helps him realize the limitations of his superheroes on a more tactile level

He never realized even those who can fly get exhausted

So he goes SLIGHTLY easier on his team

which boosts empathy and everyone gets along better anyways so yay!!

Cecil abuses the fuck out of his powers

especially flying

He still teleports in case of emergency, so why wouldn't he? but he's much more willing to fly to casual things like meetings and training and shit.

He lowkey starts beef with the air force

bc why should HE have to memorize THEIR flight patterns?

and why do they keep trying to shoot him out of the sky?

"Unidentified flying object my ASS- I'm wearing an American flag and I'm carrying my GDA license with me right now."

-- Cecil, after getting detained by the Air Force for flying across a training area

He's still so fucking bitter about it

Sometimes it freaks him out

he has trouble adjusting

He keeps breaking the handles off his coffee mugs bc of his newfound grip strength

Mark helps him readjust to his new strength

"It can be jarring at first- but! You'll get used to it in no time, I promise."

"Are you sure? I don't know that the country can afford for me to keep breaking computer mouse's and steering wheels with my bear hands."

"Just relax and treat it like it's delicate- because it is. Everything is delicate to you now. Treat it like you'd hold paper. Don't crumble the paper. That's all."

and his advice is actually really helpful.

Cecil is gripped with guilt for not leaving to become a superhero

He knows objectively his leadership saves more lives than his powers ever would

but it doesn't feel that way

all the indirect carnage he prevents pales in comparison to the people he watches die on his big screen

knowing if he'd been there he could've caught that little girl

or the teenage boy falling from a building

or swooped under the father about to be crushed by a bus

etc etc etc

he loses some sleep over it, I won't lie.

Donald notices

and can't help but intervene

"Sir, I know you don't care what I think... but you're not responsible for those deaths."

Cecil snaps the handle off his mug, taking a deep breath and delicately picking it up by the cup itself and taking a sip of coffee before setting the mug down

"the Hell I'm not, Donald. I'm not some feeble old guy making the calls anymore, I could be out there, saving people!"

Donald notices Cecil is arranging money to be sent to the family's of the victims from the most recent supervillain attacks on his computer

that's such a him thing to do...

"Sir... you saved multiple TOWNS of people by correctly mitigating risk and positioning the right people in the right places."

"And seven adults and three kids are still dead, Donald. That's never going to be okay no matter how many lives I save."

Cecil stands up, fixing his lapel "This isn't the trolley problem, it's golf. It's not about the lesser of two evils, it's about me doing my god damn job to the best of my ability. And my ability needs to be better." He slammed his fist onto the desk

"My abilities ARE better, damnit! and-" he noticed the fist-shaped crater in his metal desk

he sits in his office chair, pressing his back into his and sighing

"And I'm still not saving every life."

Donald doesn't have much to say to that

[darkbluekies]

Like magic — part 2/end?

Part 1

Male!yandere x female!reader x female!yandere

Summary: after waking up from a coma like state, you find out that people are dying around you ... and they all seem to have a connection to you

Warnings: death, blood, typical stuff, abusive household

Word count: 5.1k

A/N: I feel that the ending got rushed, but I didn't know what I was going to write! Apologies. And for the moment, this will be the end of the series, but if I ever want to do another part, I will<3

Taglist: @yandere-city2 @svinxie @yumeneji @spitakgini

"Have you ever had a dueling class?" Hedwig asks.

"No, never", you reply nervously, thinking of everything Edmund told you about it.

"It's going to be fine. We're not even sure if they're going to pick you for demonstration!"

"I'm happy that Edmund isn't in this class or I'd be dead."

The mention of his name makes Hedwig quiet.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Hedwig", you say. "I know you don't like to talk about him."

"You seem to like it …"

"What? No! He just annoys me so I can't forget him. He's taken over my brain like a virus."

Hedwig sighs and hugs your arm.

"I don't like him at all", she mumbles. 

You enter your very first dueling class and watch how the professor start to talk about different spells (most you've never even heard of).

"I need two participants", he says and looks around for faces. "Arthur and Y/N, please."

You can feel Hedwig stiffen against your arm. You feel your blood go cold.

"B-But professor-!" Hedwig starts.

"No buts, come up here now, Y/N", the professor demands.

You have no other choice than to step up on the stage-looking plateau. Hedwig watches in horror with her hands clasped over her mouth. You pick up your wand. 

"Professor!" Hedwig tries again, but once again she's dismissed.

You're supposed to protect yourself from a spell you have never heard about before, but since you neither know the spell nor the counter spell, it hits your body like a thousand needles. Suddenly, everything seems to go in slow motion. You're flung against the stone wall. The air gets knocked out of your lungs and your head starts to pound thickly. Everything turns dark.

Hedwig screams and runs over to you.

"Y/N, are you okay?!" she gasps. "Y/N answer, please!" She turns to the professor. "I tried to warn you! She doesn't know any dueling spells! Now look at what you did!"

The professor stands there sheepishly, and Hedwig wants nothing more than to swing her wand and do as much damage as she possibly can.

A few students help Hedwig carry your unconscious body to the hospital wing where your bloody head is wrapped in bandage. You're tucked in under white sheets. Hedwig sits by with tears running down her cheeks. She holds your hand tightly. 

Edmund sighs and turns the page. Idiocy, all of it. He doesn't want to read about spells, he wants to perform them.

"Did you hear?" a voice says to someone else. "The transfer student in third year got abominated during duel class."

The school only has one transfer student. Edmund shuts the book and flies up towards the Hufflepuff student talking bullshit.

"What the fuck are you talking about?" He asks. "Don't talk so much shit. Spit it out."

They seem to flinch upon seeing him. Edmund's made sure that people know you belong to him.

"The transfer student, she's in the hospital wing", the hufflepuff boy says, ashamed by now.

Edmund feels how his heart stops beating. No way. Not you. He gives the Hufflepuff boy one last glare before running off. He bumps into multiple people on his way, but doesn't stop to excuse himself.

Hedwig looks up when she hears someone rip the door open and run in. Edmund's face is paler than usual and for once, there's something desperate in his icy blue eyes.

"What the fuck happened?" he pants and walks to the other side of the bed. 

"The professor didn't listen to me when I tried to tell him that Y/N doesn't know any spells", Hedwig sniffles without taking her eyes off of you. "She got flung against the wall and must have hit her head really hard."

"I'm going to kill him."

Hedwig sobs and rests her forehead down on your hand. 

“Stop doing that”, Edmund mutters and pulls her head back before wiping your hand. “Your face oil is getting all over her.”

"What if she never wakes up again?"

"Stop talking such nonsense, of course she will."

But he can't help feeling worried.

"Alright, students", the working nurse says, "you cannot stay here any longer, the patient needs to rest."

"I'm staying", Edmund says sharply.

"I'm staying too!" Hedwig insists.

"No, you have to listen to the rules. You can visit miss Y/N later."

They are about to resist once more, but are forced out and the doors close behind them.

"What a prick!" Edmund mutters and starts to walks off.

"Edmund, wait … please", Hedwig sniffles. "Please help me."

He frowns and turns around.

"I can't let that boy get away with it", she whimpers. "But I can't do it alone. Please … help me. Please."

“You want … me … to help … you?” he asks, confused. “Have you lost your little sugar, honey mind?”

Hedwig sobs and shakes her head. “No. Please, Edmund. I can’t do it myself, I don’t have the heart to do it. But I know you do.”

“How would you know that?”

“Don’t lie. I know that you have the tattoo on your arm. Everyone knows who your parents are and what they’ve done.” She snuffles and wipes her nose. “It doesn’t matter if they lie. Everyone knows.”

Edmund hushes and covers her mouth with his hand. Hedwig’s eyes widens. 

“Be silent, will you?” he hisses. “Fine, I’ll do it … not because you tell me to, but because Y/N needs to be revenged — and because I’m fucking pissed.”

“Thank you, nonetheless.” She takes a deep breath. “If you … if you do it, I will make sure to cover it up.”

“Deal.”

When you wake up, you can feel a harsh pounding in the back of your head, harsh enough to split your skull open. You open your eyes slightly, letting just enough daylight in to be able to locate yourself. The hospital wing. 

Why am I here?

You suddenly remember, and it sends a new painful wave through your brain. Carefully, you sit up and look around, wishing to see Hedwig, but there’s noone. 

Suddenly, a few teachers rush in with a body in their arms. The boy who you had dueled with — Arthur, you believed his name to be — gets thrown onto a bed and covered with a sheet. A shiver runs down your spine. Whatever that was about, you don’t want to be included. 

“Excuse me?” you say hesitantly, gathering the attention of the nurse. “Could you help me?”

“Yes of course”, she answers and hurries over. “You’re finally awake, I’m happy to see that. How are you feeling?”

Dismissing her question, you ask her to bring you Hedwig. And Hedwig you receive, along with the black haired devil. 

“Oh, Y/N!” she shouts in relief and wraps her arms around you. “Oh, how happy I am to see you awake! You worried me sick.”

You hug her back, weirdly scared. You have no idea how long you’ve been unconscious for, or what has happened to you while you were out. Hedwig’s ripped off of you and suddenly, you feel Edmund’s firm, muscular arms around you. He holds your head into his chest, breathing out slowly. 

“I told you that you didn’t want to end up in the hospital wing”, he mumbles and sighs out, cupping your cheeks. “From now on, I won’t let you anywhere out of my sight. Since miss princess over here can’t keep an eye on you, I have to do it.”

“Excuse me?” Hedwig scoffs. “Do you think I wanted Y/N to get hurt? I tried to tell the professor-!”

“I don’t care, halfblood. If I were there, I wouldn’t have let that happened! I would have dueled the damn professor myself.” He turns to you and kisses your forehead. “My dear, Y/N. I will never let anyone touch a hair on your head again, do you understand me?”

You nod, confused. 

“Good”, Edmund smiles and stands up. “What should we do with you now?"

"Are you allowed to leave?" Hedwig asks softly and you nod. She takes your hands. "Let's go eat something. You can sit at my table."

You come with her to the great hall and sit down by the hufflepuff table. Edmund refuses to be seen beside the students wearing yellow and black uniforms and retreats to the Slytherin table. 

“Here you go, sweetheart”, Hedwig says and starts to fill a plate for you, giving it over. “Eat a lot, okay? You have been skipping multiple days now that you’ve been in a coma — or whatever that was. You have multiple days to make up for, eat up.”

“Thank you, Hedwig, that’s very nice of you”, you reply and watch the mountain of food on your plate. 

Hedwig insists on feeding you, as if you were a baby. You don’t mind. After waking up all alone in a foreign room, without any knowledge of what has happened or how long you’ve been gone, being babied doesn’t sound too bad.

The entire hall is glancing at you and you realize that if there ever was the slightest chance of staying single in the public’s eyes, you were sealed to Hedwig by now. 

Your stomach starts to hurt not long after. It has shrunk in size.

“It hurts”, you say and clutch your stomach. “I think I’m going to throw up if I eat more.”

“But … but …”, Hedwig stutters, completely baffled. 

“Hedwig, I love the food, I really do … but if I eat more for now I’m going to puke.”

“I’ll … I’ll save it then!” she says happily. 

She puts the bread in a napkin and puts it in the pocket of her cloak. You’re pulled up from the bench by her arm and taken out into the corridor.

“Let’s go out into the fresh air to get you feeling better”, she smiles.

You nod, following Hedwig wherever she takes you. A fresh wind clears your lungs.

"I hope you know that I'm so happy that you're okay", she says and holds your hand while you're walking, side by side. "I got so scared. You know that I would do anything for you, right?"

You nod again.

"When I say that, I really mean it. Nothing is too much for you.”

“I’m glad to hear that.”

Hedwig smiles and hugs your arm tightly.

“You should come over to my house someday”, she says. “I would show you so much stuff that you have never seen before. You’re missing out on a lot by being born into a muggle family.”

“I would like very much to go to your house”, you say quietly. “I don’t want to go home.”

She stops. “What? Why?”

“Well … you know … I don’t want to go home.”

She frowns when you shrug awkwardly. You’ve hinted about your home life numerous times, but you’ve never told her the entire reason. Should you?

“Why?" she asks. "Why don't you want to go home?"

"I'm scared that they won't let me go back."

"Nonsense, Y/N. I'm sure that they'll understand."

"No, Hedwig, they won't. They locked me in my bedroom every year to make sure I wouldn't get here. I picked the lock this time. Otherwise I wouldn't be here."

"Are they bad people, Y/N?"

"Well … I don't know. They're not mean but … if I say anything that goes against their rules or their wishes, they punish me greatly.”

"How?"

“You’d be surprised at how creative they are.”

“I see.” She smiles softly and caresses your cheek. “You have nothing to be worried about, I will take you in. You can move into my house.”

“Thank you, but I don’t want to be a bother to your parents.”

“They’re rarely home anyway, they wouldn’t even notice.” She gasps and looks at her watch. “Oh, my God, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I have to go! I have class in five minutes. Please find me after class, we can meet in the library. I love you, Y/N, bye!”

She kisses your cheek and runs. You watch her until she disappears into the castle. The headache returns and you press your palms to your forehead, giving out a small sigh. Did your brain disconnect from the skull in that fall?

There’s too many people around you, too many sounds. You start to move back towards the castle when you’re stopped by a couple of students. They’re younger than you, but smirk like adults. 

“Aren’t you the third year that can’t duel to save your life?” one of them taunts. 

You’re taken aback, not knowing what to respond. They laugh among themselves, enjoying your embarrassment. You glance down at their robes. All from different houses.

Suddenly, their smiles disappear and they fixate on something behind you. You turn around, seeing Edmund with his two minions. 

“Bet you’re feeling tough, huh?” Edmund asks coldly. “Picking on someone that just came out of the hospital wing? Fuck off.”

The younger students glare at him, but listen and leave. You can feel Edmund’s hand on your shoulder. 

“Hey, transfer student”, he says, “you shouldn’t wander around right after waking up from a coma. Did you lose braincells when hitting your head?”

“No”, you sigh and hold your hand on your head. “But it does hurt. A lot. All sounds make my brain pound.”

Edmund covers your ears with his hand, gives you a small nudge in the back with his knee to make you walk. He brings you to an empty corridor and sits you down on the floor. 

“Did you know those kids?” he asks. 

“No”, you shake your head. 

“I knew one of them”, one of his friends says. “Won’t be too hard to figure out who the others are.”

“Good”, Edmund says and sits down beside you, bringing you close to him. 

You frown in confusion as he wraps his cloak around you and puts your face on his shoulder. 

“Let’s rest here for a bit”, he says. “Don’t move. Sleep if you want.”

 The food swelling in your shrunken stomach and the loud noises have brought you back to exhaustion. You find yourself drifting off in his hold. Edmund sits with you, holding you closely. Every time someone walks by, he holds his hand over your ears to make sure they won’t wake you up. His friends chase them off. 

“Of course you had something to do with it”, he hears a voice say after a while. 

“No need to be snarky, Hedwig”, Edmund says without lifting his eyes from you. “I helped you kill that Arthur boy, the least you can do is thank me.”

“Is she okay?”

“Yeah, just tired.”

Hedwig sits down beside the two of you and caresses your hair. 

“We have more to take care of”, Edmund says lowly. “Some embarrassing kids tried to embarrass Y/N. If you can find out who they are, I will take care of them.”

“Sure, it wouldn’t be too hard.” Especially with her contacts.

Things start to happen the following weeks. People you have talked to or that have been close to you have disappeared from the school or ended up dead in the hospital wing. You have done everything in your power to not blame yourself for the weird disappearances. It has to be a coincidence, you tell yourself. It can’t be your fault.

“Why that look?” Edmund asks and pokes your shoulder. 

You haven’t even realized that you’ve been staring in front ot you, completely missing what the teacher has said the last half an hour. 

“I feel weird”, you whisper. 

“Why?” Edmund asks, confused. 

“Haven’t you realized that people have died or disappeared?”

“I haven’t thought about it too much. It doesn’t interest me.”

“Oh …”

You look down in your lap where your nails scratch at each other.

“Why are you putting so much thought about it?” Edmund questions. 

“I’ve talked to them all … they’ve disappeared or died after they’ve been in my presence. Do you think it has something to do with me?”

“You think everything has to do with you.”

“I do not!”

The teacher scolds you for raising your voice and disturbing the class. Edmund smirks for himself. It stays on until you’re let out of the classroom. 

“Wait, Y/N, can you stay for a moment?” the teacher asks. 

You nod and walk over with Edmund behind you. 

“The headmaster wants to talk to you”, the teacher says. 

“What?” you ask. 

“Why?” Edmund demands to know. 

"It's urgent. Please hurry to his office.”

You give Edmund a nervous glance and hurry out. He follows closely with a cold look on his face.

“What do you think could have happened?” you ask him while rounding the corner.

“No idea”, he responds shortly. “But if they're trying to put you in trouble I'm snapping their necks.”

You can feel him take your hand tightly. You'll end up with bruises, you're sure.

The headmaster's office is dimly lit. He sits behind the desk with a worried look in his eyes. It only makes you even more terrified.

“Y/N, good”, he says and sits up straight. “I have some very serious matters to discuss with you. I see that you brought your friend.”

Edmund looks greatly offended at his title.

“What is it?” you ask carefully. 

“I'm sure that you haven't missed the unfortunate death of some of our students during these last few weeks … and they've all linked with you somehow-”

“Do you think she has killed them?” Edmund bursts out angrily.

“I did not say that. Please calm down. What I am saying is that the murders are linked with you somehow and to prevent more innocent students from death, we'll have to suspend you for a while.”

His words hit you like a missile in your chest. 

“What?” you ask quietly. “Suspend me? I haven't done anything wrong!”

“I know, Y/N, but we need to catch this murderer before he does more harm and with you here, we risk even more lives.” 

“How do you even know that Y/N is linked, hm?” Edmund questions snarky.

“Well, we're not one hundred percent sure, so sending Y/N home will determine if the murderers had anything to do with her or not. You'll take the train tomorrow evening. I'm sorry, Y/N.”

You can't seem to move, wondering if someone has put a spell on you. Your head pounds, and you start to wonder if you're hallucinating, almost hoping for it. Edmund leads you out to the corridor and grabs your shoulders to force you to look at him.

“You haven't done anything wrong, do you understand that?” he asks you harshly. 

You nod carefully.

“I don't want to go home”, you shake your head quickly as tears form in your eyes. 

“You’ll be back soon enough. When they realize that you have nothing to do with it, they have to bring you back.”

But you have to go back, and you know better than to argue with grown ups. Whether you want to or not, you’re on the train the next day, with all your belongings. Hedwig and Edmund are standing on the station, waving you off. 

“This fucking sucks”, Edmund mutters, watching the train leave. 

“I’m so worried for her”, Hedwig says shakily. “I hope that they’re not mean to her.”

“Who?”

“Her parents.”

Edmund stares at her in shock, almost fear. “What about her, parents, Hedwig?”

“You didn’t know?”

“Know what?”

“Y/N told me that they’re creative with … punishments. They didn’t want her to come here … and now that she’s been gone for half a semester, I’m scared what they’re going to do to her once she comes back. She might not be allowed to come back … or they might hurt her.”

“Not on my fucking watch.”

He starts to walk back towards the school.

“What are you going to do?” Hedwig shouts behind him.

Edmund stops and walks back to her with burning, icy eyes. 

“I am going to get Y/N out of that house and you are going to keep killing here”, he says sharply. “Do you understand that, halfblood?”

“Me?!” Hedwig almost screams. 

Edmund covers her mouth with his hand. 

“Shut up”, he orders her, “or else the entire country will hear you.”

She removes his hand forcefully and glares at him. 

“Edmund, I can’t kill anyone”, she hisses. 

“Oh, you fucking can”, Edmund scoffs. “I know you’re not all nice. Don’t even try. You had no problem threatening me on on the quidditch court. You have no remorse when you give me information on the people that I kill. You can do it too, stop pretending to be some weak lamb.”

Hedwig doesn’t answer. 

“Why do I have to keep killing?” she mutters. “Y/N’s gone.”

“Because she won’t get to return otherwise”, Edmund replies. “If the headmaster realizes that the murders really do link with Y/N, she’ll never get to come back — they might even think it was her that killed them … and then she’ll be sent to Azkaban. Is that what you want?”

Hedwig shakes her head quickly. 

“That’s what I thought”, he says. “My friends will help you kill whoever you need to. I am going to go get Y/N.”

“I know the muggle world better than you. Why can’t I go get her and you stay?”

“Because I don’t fucking trust you.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“I don’t care.”

With that said, he walks away, leaving Hedwig alone on the platform. 

You cry the entire way back. You haven’t done anything, why are you getting punished? It’s not fair. Now you’re getting sent back to your parents while the murderer is still allowed to roam the halls of Hogwarts. You’ll never be allowed to go back. 

When the train stops, you’re met by your parents outside the window. You remain in your seat. They go on board to get you when they realize that you refuse to come out. 

“Y/N, get up”, your mother says coldly. “Stop being childish.”

You don’t look at them, don’t answer. Your father grabs a hold of your arm and pulls you up from the seat. 

“Don’t touch me!” you shout. “I can walk by myself.”

You press yourself past them and walk out on the platform. The entire ride home is silent, but you know that the second the front door closes, you’ll know what hell feels like. And you’re of course right, because the second your father locks the front door behind you, you feel a slap over your cheek. With wide eyes, you back away and put your hand on your cheek. They have never put their hands on you. They have done countless embarrassing and hurtful punishments, but they have never hurt you physically. Not like this. if you weren’t stunned, you’d scream at them. 

“I don’t even want to look at you”, your mother says in disgust and walks into the living room. 

“Just go to your room and stay there”, your father says in the same manner. “I will confiscate all of your ‘magic’ supplies.”

You don’t question them and walk upstairs. The second you close your bedroom door behind you, you break out into sobs. You knew that this would happen at the end of the year, but you had wished that you could have stayed a semester, at least. It’s not fair. 

You sink down on your bed and hide your face in your hands and you sit like that for who knows how long. The sky turs dark and the moon greets you, but you ignore him. You don’t move out of your spot, not even when your stomach starts to growl. 

Suddenly, you can hear a crash from downstairs. Quickly, you stand up and are about to run over to the door, when you remember your parents. You don’t want to go downstairs and show them that the loud sound worried you. They don’t deserve that after what they’ve done. Instead, you cross your arms and lay down in bed, curling up in to a ball with your back towards the door. You shut out the sounds from downstairs, humming for yourself to drown them out. 

When you hear your door open, you’re too scared to turn around. 

“Y/N.”

Edmund? You turn around and see him standing in the doorway, blood dripping from his hair and covering his cloak. He smiles when seeing you, the first genuine smile you’ve ever seen him wear. He hurries over to you and hugs you tightly. You’re smushed against his chest and can feel his hands everywhere. His bloody hands. 

“W-What have you done?” you stutter into his neck while trying your best to push him off. 

“I’m here to save you!” he says. “Hedwig told me about your parents. They won’t keep you captive anymore.”

“What have you done?!”

You manage to push him off. He looks confused. 

“They were being mean to you, Y/N”, he says in a questionable manner. “They’ve hurt you. Your cheek …”

You can’t understand how he can sense a redness in the skin.

“What have you done?” you ask, quieter this time. 

“I’ve killed them”, he says firmly. “I killed them without magic. Just how mudbloods deserve to be killed.”

Your eyes widen. Your body goes cold at the thought of Edmund taking someone's life. It doesn't matter if he thinks that he's doing you a favor, the action itself is enough to make you mortified. You try to crawl back on the bed, but your head hits the wall, trapping you. Edmund grabs your leg and pulls you back, closer to him. 

“Don’t run away from me”, he tells you. “Not now. I came all the way here to help you.”

“How did you even get here?” you sob. 

“My father helped me. Now come here-”

You start to claw at him when he tries to pick him up, accidentally revealing the tattoo on his wrist. You stop dead in your tracks and he’s quick to pull his sleeve down. 

“Hedwig was right”, you pant. “You fucking monster!”

“Monster or not, I saved you”, Edmund reminds you and takes your moment of surprise to his advantage, pulling you over his shoulder. “Now we’re going.”

You start to scream and kick, so he wrestles you down on the floor in the corridor, picks something up from his pocket and pours something in your mouth. A liquid reminding you of Hedwig’s love potion. You cough to try to get it up, but Edmund covers your mouth with his hand and dictates it upwards, so you’ll have no other choice but to swallow the unfamiliar liquid. You feel your body grow numb in a minute. Your eyes are still open, you can still hear, but you can’t move. 

“Sorry for that, Y/N”, Edmund pants and picks you up again. “But you can’t behave. And I need you to be quiet.”

When he carries you downstairs, you can see the bloody bodies lying on the floor with limbs in positions and directions they definitely shouldn’t be in. You want to scream, but you can’t move. 

Edmund carries you out to something looking like a car, but you can telly hat it isn’t. It looks more like a carriage. He has a chauffeur in the front who starts to drive when Edmund has sitten down with you in his lap. The carriage flies, you notice when you spot your roof outside. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N”, Edmund says and brushes the hair out of your face. “I didn’t want to numb you, I hope you know that.”

How fucking could you?

“Don’t give me that look.”

You killed my parents, you swine.

Edmund sighs and covers your eyes with his hand. He soon removes it when he feels water against his palm.

“Y/N, don't cry”, he sighs. “Why are you even upset? They wouldn’t let you come back to the place you belonged … they hurt you. Stop looking at me like I’m the bad guy here. Yes, I killed them but I did you a favor.”

He doesn't say more until the carriage stops outside of a dark house. Edmund carries you inside (where it's just as dark), up a pair of marmot stairs and into a bedroom. You can tell that it's his right away by the moving pictures of dark wizards on the wall. He lies you down on his bed and sit by your side, caressing your cheek until the potion is diluted enough in your blood for you to move. It won’t be fully gone until it has exited your body. You sit up and look around, feeling his eyes on you. 

“Why did you do that?” you ask quietly. “Did you kill all the others too? In school?”

Edmund nods. 

“You fucking creep”, you breathe out. 

Edmund scoffs, but doesn’t answer. “Aren’t you happy I killed them for you? Your parents are awful. They hurt you, they didn’t see your potential.”

“They were my fucking parents …”

“And they hurt you.”

Silence. 

“Your tattoo …”, you say hesitantly. “Why?”

Edmund covers his wrist with his hand, even though his shirt already hides the tattoo.

“What should I have done, do you think?” he asks. “When all around me want me to have it? Say no? And be discarded by everyone? I don’t think so.”

“You’ve sold your soul. You’re a monster.”

Edmund doesn’t answer. 

“Your family hates people like me, don’t they?” you ask. “What if I tell your father that you’re having me here? That his pureblood son is killing for a mudblood?”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare. In that case, he kills both of us, smartass.”

“I want Hedwig.”

“I don’t think you do, sweetheart.”

“Why?”

“Because she’s in on it too.” Edmund smiles. “Face it, darling, your parents would die sooner or later.”

It hits you that you’re an orphan now. You’re all alone. No house, no family … and apparently no friends. 

You’re allowed to return to Hogwarts a month later. Edmund brings you with him, holding you tightly by his side. 

“Y/N!” Hedwig shouts and runs over to you, hugging you tightly. “Sweetheart!”

You don't move. Hedwig pulls back and looks at you worriedly.

“What's wrong?” she asks.

“She knows”, Edmund says shortly.

“Oh … b-but you know that we did it for you, right? Y/N?”

“You disgust me”, you whisper. “Both of you.”

“Well, too fucking bad”, Edmund says. “You're stuck with us now. Tell anyone and I'm going to bring you back home. You want to stay here, don't you?”

You nod shortly.

“Then behave”, Edmund tells you.

“You'll not have a hard time doing that”, Hedwig smiles sadly and caresses your cheek. “You're such a lovely girl.”

You want nothing more than to wake up from this bizarre nightmare. Why did they have to ruin your magical place?

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

What would be the place or thing the skeletons would be more likely to trap themselves inside on accident?

Undertale Sans - A wall. When he's too tired or in the middle of a narcolepsy crisis, Sans tries to avoid shortcutting because it always ends badly. When he has no choice, he either comes out of nowhere like a canon ball, smashing on the furniture or barreling on the floor, or he randomly teleports inside a wall. Usually, these shortcuts are eating too much magic, and he cannot get out of that embarrassing situation for at least an hour. At least Papyrus's reaction is funny.

Undertale Papyrus - His own traps. Sometimes, Papyrus gets a little too excited with his puzzles and so he builds them all around him... Then he realizes that he needs to do them to actually get out of there. He often forgets his own very complicated rules and gets trapped in a net or a pit :')

Underswap Sans - In the police station. He's so short sometimes the automatic doors doesn't trigger to open lol. And since he's often the last one to leave the place, there are one or two very embarrassing times when he had to sleep there lol.

Underswap Papyrus - In the bathroom. The lock is a bit difficult to open and he never remembers if you're supposed to turn it right or left. It's not rare to hear him completely panic and bang on the door, begging someone to grab a screwdriver and free him.

Underfell Sans - Outside his house lol. His door locks automatically, and when he orders anything, he goes out, forgets the door and it slams at his face, locking him outside. He often gets really angry before remembering he can teleport.

Underfell Papyrus - In Undyne's and Alphys' room, once. He just wanted to write an insult on Undyne's bedroom wall, but then they went back home and Edge had to hide in their closet. He witnessed traumatizing events after that and swore he would never put a foot in that place ever again. He also never wants to see Undyne naked ever again. Ew. He shivers every time he thinks about this.

Horrortale Sans - On top of the Empire State Building. How did he get there, you ask me? Damn, if he knew. He doesn't even live near that place, how the fuck did that happened. He calls Willow, panicking, and asks him to come and save him. That unfortunately happen often. Oak has a natural talent for getting stuck in random places.

Horrortale Papyrus - The damn henhouse. Every time he goes to collect the eggs, it's like a running gag: the hens laid their eggs just out of reach, forcing him to bend over and sometimes crawl into the henhouse. But Willow is really tall and way too big for the entrance, or his back suddenly remembers him that's a terrible idea. So, uh, yeah, sometimes, he can't get out lol. Most of the time, he gives up and lies down in defeat, waiting for someone to notice him.

Swapfell Sans - The vending machine in the castle. Nox needs his coffee to deal with Toriel's shit, but he used that machine so much it's not working anymore. So yeah, Nox gets angry at it sometimes, and he might have gotten stuck trying to grab biscuits or kicking the thing too hard. The worst part is that he had to beg Toriel for help.

Swapfell Papyrus - He had to go to the hospital once because he stuffed so many marshmallows in his mouth that he couldn't close it anymore. Worse, he had the brilliant idea to try to make them melt by warming them, and they became solid bricks in his mouth. The doctor spent hours trying to save his sorry ass, while Nox was begging them to end him or let him deal with his own shit as the bill was growing.

Fellswap Gold Sans - His hand got stuck in a jar once. Wine refused to ask for help and carried it for around three days until he had enough and exploded it against a wall. The lid stayed on. He pretended it was a new fashion bracelet even though the broken glass was very clearly injuring him every time he moved his wrist wrong. Wine ended up breaking it with a hammer.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He got stuck inside Wine's closet for four days once. Wine accidentally locked it, not knowing he was napping inside, and then he left on vacation lol. Coffee screamed for help for days, as he left his cellphone outside, breaking down panic attack after panic attack. It was only after crying every liquid in his body that he realized he could just teleport out the entire time. He was scared and tired, ok?!

[deathofacupid]

i'll always take care of you | clay jensen

a/n: this post saved me! posting another clay fic fully aware it's going to flop...

summary: clay hates parties, but if you're going, he's going too. someone's gotta watch out for you, right?

warnings: underage drinking, mention of drugs, cursing

pairing: fem!reader x clay jensen

word count: 1.2k+ words

he swears, he swears, he took his eyes off you for less than five minutes to pee. in his defense, clay didn't think you'd go missing in that short amount of time. (okay, he tells himself, maybe "missing" isn't the right word choice if he wants to stay calm.)

now, he thinks - knows - otherwise. clay regrets not asking one his sober friends to watch you, because who knows what might've happened to you?

and now that he's acknowledged the fact something might've happned to you, he's spiraling. hey, at least he's self aware of the fact he's spiraling, right?

yeah, okay, so that doesn't make things better.

he asks around, but the music is too loud, so most people don't even hear him. and if they do hear him, they're "busy". whether it's dancing, grinding, or drinking, he's reached the conclusion that no one gives shits.

he's frantically going back and forth, room to room. clay tries your phone a number of times, though he isn't suprised when it goes straight to voicemail.

as he shoves past more people, heading to the kitchen where the drinks are at (you might be there), his mind is racing with every possibility.

what if someone took advantage of you? and it was all his fault? be, god, did he not learn all the previous times?

he shoulders a drunk couple, and scans the area. empty bottles, alcohol and not, trash on the counters, and a number of cabinets are left open. clay takes a few steps forward, accidentally kicking a can. he pick it up, and in the process, sees a girl... just lying there.

he makes a face, before realizing it's not just any girl. it's his girlfriend. it's... you.

"y/n? what the hell? where's your phone at? i've been looking for you everywhere!" he exclaims, trying to pull you up.

"shh. sh. look at those stars. god, i just love the ursa major."

"we're inside. those are the ceiling lights," clay says. he doesn't think he's ever met someone who gets drunk like you.

"oh. well, it's still magical."

"yeah, lord praise the electrican," with a slight struggle, he pulls you up to your feet, and you don't resist.

"how much did you have to drink?" he mutters, and it's mostly rhetorical.

"yes, i am."

"no, that's not- never mind. we're leaving."

"nooo. why? we just got here!"

"oh, yeah," he rolls his eyes, "we just got here 3 hours ago."

you whine again, but he just sighs. you aren't normally a heavy drinker, but when you do decide to get out of that comfort zone, you go all out.

currently, it felt like he was dragging around a hormonal toddler. 0/10 experience, he does not recommend. of course, he'll happily do it anyways.

ask anybody really, clay's completely whipped for you. he hasn't felt this was since hannah, and even then, it doesn't feel the same.

it feels deeper.

part of him is afraid he's gonna mess this up, and that his love for you has peaked. but he looks right at you, and realizes that it never will.

"come on, angel," he says, almost pleadingly. the way your eyes gleam at the nickname he's just dropped has him all giddy.

"okie," you make grabby-hands at them.

"is this- are you asking me to carry you?" clay knows very well it wouldn't work out well. he's so greatful you look past his physical strength.

you shrug. "well," clay presses his lips together, "it looks like you can in fact walk, so... let's get to it."

he takes a step to you, and you stumble straight into his arms. clay darts a hand to your lower back to steady you, "whoa."

"i'm good!" you slur.

"and off we go, drunkie."

"'m... i'm not a," you pause, hiccupping, trying to remember the word he used.

"uh, at this moment, you are." he leads you to the front door, and he's so focused on helping you take steps forward, he completely slams into someone.

clay falters back as you fall out of your grip. but as he realizes what's happened, he sees that justin's caught you, and you're pressed up against him. "oh," you murmur, "well, hello there, handsome."

"yeah, okay, no," clay loops your arm back around him, stealing you back from his brother.

"alas, i'm taken," justin sighs. "and you are too. forbidden love, huh?"

clay rolls his eyes, for what feels like the millionth time tonight. "y/n's, like, shit-faced."

"i can see that. you taking her home?"

"your parents are out of town, right?" he asks, turning back to you.

"my... my parents?" you ask, "i have-?"

clay makes eye contact with justin. "she'll stay the night. i don't want her home alone. i assume you'll..." he grimaces, "stay the night with jess?"

"oh, you know it, bro."

clay makes a face, picturing his brother having sex isn't great. he knows he doesn't have to tell justin to do the right thing.

"cool. then you won't need a ride back."

"nope. you aren't drunk, right?"

"i'm the designated driver," clay replies.

"cool. night, by the way," he says, giving the two of you a quick hug.

"goodnight!" you sing-song, individually sounding out ever syllable.

he opens the car door for you, and you squint off into the distance. "look at the moon. it's so pretty. you're almost as pretty."

clay follows your eye line. "that... that is a street-lamp."

you shrug, "you're almost as pretty."

"gee, thanks."

"don't be jealous?"

"it's hard to not envy a street-lamp."

you giggle drunkenly, and a small smile flits over his face, "you're adorable," he tells you.

"i know," you say, matter-of-factly.

"aww, what an adorable narcissist."

"very."

clay chuckles and closes the door, getting in from the other side.

“where are we going?” you ask, squinting at the rear-view mirror in awe. “oh my, that’s me,” you whisper.

"a; my place, b; that's your reflection. wild, right?"

"whoa," is all you respond with. you pull on your seatbelt, adjusting it so you can turn to face him in your seat. "i really, really love you."

"well, you're in luck," he smiles, "the feeling's mutual."

he tries to keep up with your nonsensical blabber, but he doesn't know if he's done a good job. either way, clay's just pulled into the parking lot, turning the ignition off.

"all right," he turns to look at you, exiting from his side, and over to yours. unbuckling your belt for you, clay helps you out.

"to the shed we go!" you cheer, not very quietly. clay clamps a hand over your mouth, "you could quite literally not be any louder."

you bite his hand, and he yelps, pulling it away. "yes, i could!" you argue.

"trust me, i don't wanna test that theory out."

"your loss."

"not really."

the first thing he does is help you change into comfier clothes, an old shirt of his and basketball shorts that don't fit him anymore. clay doesn't have a reason to keep makeup wipes around, but he adds them to his mental shopping list for next time. he grabs a clean rag and wets it with warm water, gently wiping off the makeup.

then it's just you and his in the outhouse, pressed against each other under covers.

"tired?" he asks. you nod simply in reply.

"yeah, me too. now i have a good idea of being a dad is like." he chuckles at his own stupid joke, thinking that if you were sober, you'd say something silly like "okay, daddy".

"thanks for..." you trail off, yawning. clay kisses your forehead.

"i'll always take care of you."

[whitehairandtraumatized-bracket]

White Hair and Trauma Brawl Round 1; Poll 46

remember, voting is based on swag, trauma, and favoritism!!

trauma and propaganda under the cut!

Trauma!

Asuka: That Man wants to help his friends and the world so so badly but is so bad at it he keeps committing war crimes instead. Your best friend's wife is dying of illness? Preserve her body in cryo-sleep without her consent until a cure can be found and inject your friend with a volatile magic element to turn him immortal so he won't die before she's cured! But now your best friend hates you. Your research is being used by the government to create bioweapons? Join the program in secret and turn your preserved best friend's wife into a bioweapon yourself who can control all the other bioweapons! But now a robot is trying to take control of her and also fucking with the entire population of Japan. Solution? BLOW UP JAPAN SO ONLY *MOST* OF THE POPULATION DIES, TRAUMATIZING YOUR BEST FRIEND'S WIFE SO BADLY SHE TAKES CONTROL OF ALL THE OTHER BIOWEAPONS AND DECLARES WAR ON HUMANITY, AND KICKSTART A HUNDRED YEAR LONG FIGHT FOR HUMANITY'S SURVIVAL. AND ALSO YOUR OLD MENTOR HAS GONE INSANE AND KEEPS DOING EVEN MORE BAD SHIT IN YOUR NAME. In order to atone for his crimes and also bring his best friend's wife back to life but for real this time, Asuka proceeds to live on indefinitely and carry that trauma for over one hundred years until everyone is happy, and decides after he actually does bring his best friend's wife back to life but for real this time (kinda) that the best way to ensure goodwill is to fuck off to the moon in self-imposed exile and start a podcast.

Lenore: She was rebellious and tried to run away (probably because her parents wanted to marry her and she was a lesbian). For this, she was trapped under a tree for a whole night, saw him die, felt guilty for this, was told by doctors that she would never walk again (it was a lie, but as she was a girl she wasn't worth physical therapy and learning to use a cane to them), that she was mad, that she was useless.

Propaganda!

Asuka: Sopping wet autistic war criminal. The trauma has been going on for way longer than it ever should and even his own clone is like "damn bro you really hate yourself that much?" He needs more friends and the only one he hasn't completely fucked over is an immortal masochist who he parted ways with to get arrested by the US. Also he used to have cat ears and it's never explained why he doesn't anymore.

[Lenore did not receive propaganda. rip.]

[anonymous-existences]

Permission has been given :)

I'd say sorry for the word vomit, but you said to share with you my thoughts.

Here are my thoughts :)

I kinda wanna throw Danny into the Monster Hunter Stories world. Specifically Stories 2, the Wyverian Village atop the cliff.

Maybe he's been needing to reconnect with nature after so long of floating aimlessly amidst the other ghosts, after his parents, sister and friends all grew old and died, but he remained.

He ages so slowly now, that he looks barely 30 when he buries Sam and Tucker, who were already old and gray and tired of everything.

I cannot stress this enough, this man looks like the Hot History Teacher trope, and yet he's just as old as the other senior citizens of Amity Park.

So, he packs up everything he has, all the old Fenton Tech goes into storage in his lair, and leaves through a natural portal. The Fenton Portal was decommissioned when his parents found out. Their research was entirely redone and republished, and the Ghosts stopped invading, partly afraid after his defeat of Pariah Dark, partly out of respect for Danny's ability to wreck them.

Danny goes off, spends a good couple of decades going around the Zone, helping out whenever, and exploring, and eventually just drifting about.

Then, as per canon, the Monster Hunter Stories 2 main character's grandpa, Red, goes off on his journey. Accidentally stumbles across an old shrine tucked away somewhere, one that honoured past warriors. Danny is a past warrior, and one that is more human than most ghosts. So maybe settling down at the shrine to patch up an injury wasnt a great idea.

Brilliant lights and rumbling, the ground cracks open with an eerie green glow, his Rathalos is screeching and ready to open fire on the weird fissure.

A hand pushes out of the crack in the ground, and pulls up a dad-shaped man through the ground. One dressed in crystalline armor and carrying a spear. Slightly singed and bleeding green from a cut on his cheek.

Turns out, Danny wasnt expecting to be summoned in the middle of an exhibition match against Pandora, but now he's looking down at a teenager pointing a sword at him while a dragon-looking thing behind him growls and looks two seconds away from opening fire on him. What else can he do but adopt the little shit? Danny could use a vacation away from the Ghosts, and this kid is on an unsupervised journey across the world.

Danny can totally go on a nice cross-country journey. Amd besides, kid has his own flying mount, and Danny can fly. He's going to wrangle in this kid and keep him safe.

He's a Dad now. Fuck. Wait until Ellie hears about this!

They do the journey, find the odd pink pits of evil light, Danny totally teaches the kid about magic and ghosts, and all the skills he needs to be a good fighter.

And then Red grows up, has his own family, and all. Danny becomes that hermit Uncle that owns a chunk of forest and teaches you to hunt, but always comes down for the family gathering. That is, until Red dies. (And considering the MC in Monster Hunter Stories 2 doesn't even mention parents, maybe they've also died too).

Danny goes into the woods, never to be seen again. Occasionally someone brings words of a tall, handsome man in crystalline armor helping someone and then disappearing before their eyes, but as soon as reports his Terga Volcano they stop. They assume he's disappeared too.

In reality, Danny found that game's equivalent of the elves, and they understand his grief of looking barely over 40 and having mourned several generations of humans already. They live atop a cliff that you need to fly to get into, and don't ask invasive questions about his powers.

He becomes their best Hunter, but rarely needs to be sent out, only to chase off invasive species or poachers. Danny hates poachers and their cruel methods.

By the time game story happens, and the MC arrives at the volcano, they're received at the village entrance by warriors, as happens in canon, and get to meet their commander, a tall, regal-looking man, with a spear over his shoulder and crystal armor covering him. He's glaring and giving out orders to bring the intruders to the village, but he's very soft-spoken towards the Rathalos accompanying the MC.

And then the kid takes off their helmet and Danny feels his entire world freeze. That's...that's impossible. He knows those eyes, but on a much older face. On the face of a son he couldn't get to in time.

The MC gets to witness the tall, scary man suddenly look pained by so much grief, falling to his knees and asking them about their grandpa Red.

I kinda wanna have the MC be a girl, specifically so Danny, who raised a feral son and his Monster friends, now gets to be a dad to a girl, and oh Ancients, what do girls in this world even like?

Turns out, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree, and she likes to climb everywhere. Instead of a bed will sleep comfortably on her Monster friends, and she's more likely to end up covered in mud and sticks, than anything he's expecting a girl to like.

Except, this go around, you get tired veteran and his emptional support feral child. Imagine Geralt raising Ciri, if young Ciri had the attitude of Dick Grayson along with the love of nature of Damian al Ghul Wayne.

This kid was half raised by her village's Monsters, because she refused to sit still and kept running off to go play with the baby Monsters in the Stables, and eventually got semi-adopted by the adults.

Picture this:

"Kid, please get down from there! You're gonna hurt yourself!"

Danny pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a slight headache coming. Somehow, his great-granddaughter had found her way up the cliff with the help of a bunch of vines, a knife, and clinging to a particularly big Konchu.

"Not until I find it!"

"Find what? Kid, what are you looking for that could be worth a broken arm or leg?"

And thena the kid is wrenching something out of the cliff face, tipping over backwards further than her improvised rope can bear. It snaps, and she goes falling, leading to a fussing Danny flying up to catch her, holding her against his chest, too terrified for words.

Sure, later the kid is going to realize she almost died AND made her great-grandpa almost have a heart attack if he still could get those, but for now she's safe in his arms, her prize of a particularly shiny rock is in her hands, and they're flying without riding on a Monster's back.

"Let's do that again!"

"ABSOLUTELY NOT!!!!!"

Just...girldad Danny, who looks like the Hot Teacher, but is too Scarred by The Horrors to consider dating, having to contend with raising a feral girl who's somehow even worse than raising her grandpa was. And she keeps trying to set him up with single older women, except Danny's got almost, or already well over two centuries under his belt.

He's the Hot Immortal Lover, and doesn't understand that everyone they meet would happily be All Over That if he only let them. And now the Handsome Immortal has a child. Oh no, he's hot AND a good dad!

HOLY FUCK!! AHEIRBRIBAIE this was a good read. I love it. I don't understand some of the terms but I'll gobble it all up either way.

(I kinda wanna see Dan -Biased-)

[fidenciocryptidcreechur]

this rant is specifically because i saw some folks with some rather bad takes on a different platform.

I swear to fucking hell if twst fandom starts genuinely acting like Jamil is a woman hater because he didn't switch up his behavior and still had his overblot crash out with Yuuna I'm gonna lose sanity.

I have seen some joking memes on other platforms (not really here fortunately) but like I have also seen some of these joking takes spiral out of control. It's happened with Trey where folks started thinking Trey doesn't actually care about Riddle or his friends and secretly hates baking, happened with Leona (some still happens but mainly through misconstruing his burnout and depression with laziness but also it carried over when people said he hates men when really he gets aggravated anybody that bothers him which is most of nrc except yuus and his dormmates in general.), also happens with the octotrio (they don't hate each other and i don't know how that weird headcanon came around back then but i am glad it's dead) and with sebek (he has other interests besides malleus and i am so glad people are becoming more aware of this).

NRC has confirmed that the guys do not actually change up their behavior for anyone, they act themselves in every Yuuniverse, and mainly only react according to certain behaviors and personalities. For example, game canon Yuu doesn't have the same interactions as Yuuna, scarabia yuu, and that's because they have two very different types of personalities.

All the overblotters are equal opportunity crashouts, they both do their usual antics regardless. Plus an overblot is literally a magic-made physical manifestation produced from someone being crushed under the pressure of their stress and having a mental breakdown. They aren't exactly going to be accommodating to anyone in any way during this- we see this in all of the overblots and how they will do things they regret or would never do normally. The accumulation of long term stress and resentment over a lifetime isn't gonna be suddenly resolved by someone who has existed on campus for like maximum 6 months so it makes sense that Jamil still goes ahead with the original book 4 events. it cannot be overstated enough that shit was going down regardless and some one who has only been on that campus for maximum 4-6 months and who has likely interacted with the overblotter for less than that total amount of time (simply because they are not and cannot be by the overblotters side 24/7) isn't gonna suddenly undo years of resentment and stress. It's not like he suddenly undid his generational trauma of familial servitude. So while The physical magic manifestation can be attacked, sure, and you can snap the overblotter out of it this way, there was gonna be a blowout regardless.

Love Yuuna, will NOT accept hate for her, but i also will not stand for anyone making trash takes for Jamil who's going through it.

Thankfully I haven't really seen it happening on tumblr (hooray!!) but I have seen it cropping up on a couple other platforms but i am keenly aware of how those jokes can spiral away and how some people will seem to start genuinely taking off with it.

note: i do not particularly care how someone writes their au, their oc/yuusona, or their own writing/jokes- plus that isn't really up to me and it would be a monumentally jackass move to genuinely say or even try to enforce (let people live, don't harass writers you don't like, block and move on, etc). I am mostly talking about the canonical takes and interpretations. Canon is one of those things where one can take inspiration from and that is helpful for writing fiction and for writing the characters but that is ultimately not required for making au's. Can you make better headcanons and is it beneficial to look at canon to help with writing characters? yes, of course. Is it required? no, and often the addition of non-canon details and headcanons- especially ones formed from inspiration from canon- add a lot of life to fics and art. There are some wonderful au's and art in this community which have almost zero connection to the original dynamics or to the story AND THEY ARE AMAZING. This isn't about au's though. It's about some garbage interpretations i saw about the canonical characters and i don't wanna go through round 2 of wild outlandish misinterpretations....

ultimately Not arguing about people's takes, au's and headcanons in this so much as the actual canon and people's take away from it.

Jamil has never been shown to indicate that he's misogynistic or a woman hater and i think it's a garbage take is what i am ultimately saying.

[blazeanarchism]

Hi! There’s not much Winx fics on here and I noticed you were doing requests for them.

Would you be able to do a Riven x Reader fluff? Maybe where Riven x Fairy! Reader who also trains as a specialist and they are secretly dating. They end up fighting/training with each other to see who’s the best but reader gets injured and he feels so guilty and tries to make up for it. Then everyone sees how soft Riven is with reader and connects the dots LOL

Or you can just do your own plot/storyline & like kinks, that’s totally fine with me! Thanks!

"Secretly Soft"

Authors note: one question; marry me ❤️ /j I LOVE THIS TYSM FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE WINX REQUESTS!! (I'm also sorry this is so late I have things in drafts that I thought I had posted??)

Warnings: Blood, Fighting, fem reader, teasing

It was weirdly a warmer day on Alfea but wearing all black tachnical gear didn't help.[Name] was wearing her hair up in a pony tail, her top zipped down a little so she wasn't so hot. She carried a dagger on her left thigh her sword strapped to her back, she for lack of better words were a fair but never used her magic unless on the field. It took alot of convincing from Silva to even train here instead of training her magic. [Name] felt a presence coming from behind her hand nearly reaching for her dagger however she knew who it was as soon as the person stood next to her and their hands brushed eachother.

"Are you just gonna watch like a hawk today or are you actually gonna move and get your ass beat?" He said with his normal shit eating grin. It was Riven Thorp. She rolled her eyes and elbowed his arm a bit. [Name] and Riven have been dating for almost 8 months now, it was hard keeping their relationship hidden, especially from Sky and Bloom. Those two constantly pointing out how they would be a good couple.

Riven and [Name] have always agreed to keep things private, mostly due to the fact that both of them valued their privacy and kept the PDA behind doors. "Like I'll ever give you the entertainment of that" She bites back as she watches Silva gather everyone for the next training session. Riven leans down "I'd certainly rather be watching you do something else right now." He says just for her to hear before he winks at her with a special gleam in his eyes before he makes way to the groups. [Name] smiled and rolled her eyes as she joined the rest of them standing next to some of the newer trainees with her arms crossed.

"Today will be a little different; higher classed specialists will be paired in duo's and will fight while lower class specialists analyze the fights to use as their own." Silva announced. Calling out duos "Noura and Sky. [Name] and Riven].... Alright, get into formations." Silva announces and her heart drops a little but she could use the challenge as she gets into formation Riven next to her. He looks over with that look of Are you sure about this? She looks at him and just nods once before watching each match.

It was intense today, the sun blaring down on everyone as each duo fought and it was rough. Sky and Noura were next, they ended with Sky winning even though they both had equal amount of cuts on both of them. It was too hot at this point of the two walked to the mats. [Name] peeling off her jacket from her skin and laying it on the floor.

Riven had watched her as she flipped her sword doing Lil tricks with it, her dagger still strapped to her thigh waiting for Silva to call it. Riven knew her the back of his hand the flips and tricks were a nervous tick she did before most matches but that doesn't mean she'll go easy. "Begin!" Silva announces, and she strikes. All the specialist were leaning in close as they watched the two metal on metal and grunts being heard from the two.

[Name] swung her sword nicing him on the cheeck she almost paused to assess the damage if he didn't swing with twice the force. She ducked, tucking herself and rolling back nearly off the mat and into the small pond of water as she got up. Specialists were rooting for [Name] yells and encouragement being heard. The two went at it for longer both having a few cuts in. Riven swung his leg out to knock her off her feet, [Name] saw it and jumped but it did not protect her from the opening on her ribs and he sliced, it was deeper then a nic but not enough to be superficial.

[Name] fell to the mat in pain as she huffed pain reaching all over as she tapped the mat signaling she was done. "bloody hell.." Riven through his sword on the mat somewhere as he slid in beside her. He pulled her close her head on his lap "Shit, I'm so sorry love.." He whispers as he looks to see the cut. It had cut through her gear and nearly all the way through muscle. There were whispers from the specialists Noura and Sky with shit eating grins. "I owe Farah 20 now bloody hell" Silva mutters quietly.

Before Silva could even say or call infirmary Riven picked her up and brought him there himself. Walking through the field whispering encouragement "you did quite the number today" "nearly beat me" "you did so good" [Name] had to remind him that it was a cut, not a kill shot and that she was okay despite the pain. Terra made some healing potion to help her and had her lay in the private beds to rest and let magic do it's work. [Name] had fallen asleep while Riven held her hand his head resting against them.

It had been a couple hours since and he didn't move from where he sat, Sky had even brought him food knowing his best friend wouldn't have left her to get any. He had so many questions. "How long?" Sky asked and Riven explained anything but Sky was no where near mad he smiled. "Do you truly love her?" Sky asks remembering rivens old tendencies and Riven nods. Sky knows its genuine but he just needed to see it.

It was later in the night she had woken up, groaning from aches as she made move to sit up. Riven immediately helping, he looks at her and it reminds her of a sad puppy almost. "I'm so sorry love, i had not meant for it to cut deeper then it did." [Name] ran a hand through his hair as he rested his head on her tummy "You could always make it up to me"

She teased as he hummed kissing her tummy before lifting his head to kiss her. It was soft, and gentle she knew that he had sincerely regretted it. She hummed as his kissed trailed down her neck nipping at her pressure point before leaving slow kisses down her chest, stomach his fingers curling around the waist band of her pants as he looks at her that devious gleam back in his eyes......

Annnnnnd that's where I'm gonna end that! I hope that was to your liking!!

[misakisakuya]

I don't have an ideal type or standard for guys or girls to meet.

My standard and type is Alver Crossman.

Not just his characteristics, smarts or stuff.

I want him. Him and him only.

So unless someone is named Alver Crossman, blond who turns brunet and white who turns black/brown, the crown prince of Rowoon with a glib tongue that can go on and on about my non-existent qualities and compliment me for hours to no end, smartass squirrel, highest grade swordsman whose speciality is Spears arts and uses a gun in the midieval era sword fight, cares about his people, has a strategic mind, manipulates people to use as his pawn for the greater good (helping himself is also a greater good), quater dark elf, 179 cm tall, gentlemen, has dark circles, a workaholic who works till late night, has a troublesome dongsaeng names Cale Henituse, has an instructor named Choi Han who is a swordmaster, neglected by his sperm donor who is actually just a shit faced bastard like how did he even bag Alver's mother who most definitely looked like a goddess??, has two half brothers and some others who aren't relevant to the plot, does not plan on marrying just because of his heritage because he doesn't want his child to suffer just as he did, like teas and brews tea for relaxing (like htf is even his hobby so attractive???), can be majestic even in a non-humanoid form, can be elegant no matter the situation-except for when dealing Cale because Cale, is a magic swordsman, carries himself confidently, treats his servants well and gives them gifts, trains for 2 hours straight everyday, very beautiful, very handsome, drop dead gorgeous—

I think this is enough...

Anyways!

The point is- to not even try if you don't have even one of these in you- name, included.

[koiifiishy]

I have questions! For LIs other than Sydney, who would Eris like/tolerate the most? Alternately, who does Eris hate the most?

i did this little chart for this "2nd year relationships" post! that i think sums up most of his feelings on the LIs ^^ (he's since met eden but beat him up and skittered away haha so i think that just leaves BW that he hasn't met yet! and honestly..... he probably wont meet him??)

but for this specific ask uwu ~

outside of sydney... i think i would say eris likes GH the most... HAHA,, sidelong glances at kylar being his bf #2...... GH is just. . . a breath of fresh air? from the general LI roster? like, sure, he scooped him up in the moor (the second attempt anyways, the first one he beat GH back) but at this point? who tf hasn't done something suspect in this shit town??? and to eris specifically? he didn't even need to gain any stockholm man, he was just like "well. ig we're doing this now." while he was in the tower. GH was a lot kinder than most of the LIs had been at that point, didn't do anything eris told him not to do, and tbh? just chillin in the tower and having a little intermission from The Hustle was nice.

he takes time to visit GH now and then, and take a break away from the town and people. i really wish the angel wings let you actually fly around with GH on your own but you NEED the harpy tf to actually fly with him y_y tho i did get one event where GH carried eris as he flew to a lake and they hung out there for a while. that was for sure a very magical moment for eris; the feeling of being surrounded by beautiful nature that doesnt wana fuck you (sans GH, of course lol) and getting to catch his breath from his worries - man, it's just so needed to keep him sane. you wouldnt think a giant bird man would be the most normal mundane thing that helps ground you to reality, and yet here eris is. he doesnt even care that GH calls him husband. w/e man. half the town probably wants to wife him up he's really not phased by GH's romantic overtures. at least the fucking bird treats him with respect lol.

ill answer the hate most question too :3 which is to say... nobody? haha. even with all the shit the LIs can pull, eris doesnt really care enough to hate them. hating somebody takes so much energy... he has better things to put those feelings towards. even whitney, who tried to sell him - he doesn't hate him. even kylar, who tied him up and raped him (FUCKING TWO GOD DAMNED SEPERATE TIMES LOL...) - he doesn't hate him. he's wary of avery due to his ties to the elk cult but otherwise, doesn't care enough to hate him. it's also kind of hard to hate them when a lot if not all of his specific versions of the LI group has come off as very, very pathetic one way or another lol,,, he doesn't fear any of them. they've all made fools of themselves in different ways. he's proven again and again that he can fend them off if need be. why hate any of them when they're not worth it? that isn't to say he's entirely unaffected by the LIs when they do cruel things - but its just uh... i think the fact that eris still has a feeling of Control in all of the relationships he's experienced thus far plays a big part in why he doesn't care enough to linger on feelings of hatred.

[that-one-i-think]

Fuck it! Another AU - What would happen if I replaced Liochant with (my version) of MCD Kai for Season 3 of Minecraft diaries! (I am fleshing out characters to avoid writing my main fic..... PROCRASINATION!)

I have Kai as a Doctor by trade, so instead of a guard he will be the manors healer, as Aphmau is still very wonky with her healing magic. He is great at his job and making medicine, which is part of the reason why Garroth doesn't trust him medicine can be poisons

Wind magic user - Actually very helpful in healing as he constantly makes sure the air is clean. Chooses to be a walking nebulizer. Does carry around a fan to help it but most people just see it as some Tu'la thing. Not a powerful user but has great control, can't create a tornado but can create a concentrated enough gust to slice someones pants open.....(He's petty)

Another (more genuine) reason why Garroth would not like Kai is due to the fact Kai doesn't find anyone intimidating and holds himself with an air of power. It is unnerving to him and makes Kai seem arrogant. (He is somewhat, to be fair)

Kai's Backstory will be different from how I have it in my other aus (cause those are Lio focused as 1/2 confirmed Tu'la characters). So essentially, he was a Prince before his uncle did a hostile takeover thus creating a Civil War within the country, his Uncle won but left 12 year old Kai alive because he needed a moldable heir. Unfortunately, Kai is fueled by spite so after many failed assassination and poisoning attempts later, Kai had to flee. Was a healer for the Tu'la rebellion before coming to Ru'aun to escaped being murder. Now is in hiding(ish) as to not be executed. Its a Lion King plot.....

Doesn't like Garroth in the beggining that much because Kai tried to solve his problems while Garroth just ran. He should have at least tried to poison his father - Kai's opinion. Doesn't care that he isn't trusted, he just thinks Garroth's work ethic could use some work.

In this Kai will be a tiger meif'wa but is very traumatized and unable to access that form. Until he goes apeshit *Insert Doctor with a gun meme here*. I WANT TO SEE THE BIGGEST CAT ABSOLUTELY BODY A WEREWOLF! Plot point will be werewolf prince kidnapping Kai, Lilith, and Nekoette for a bargaining chip and Kai just.... Not having it. That's his patient and other meif'wa he can be autistic about poisons with!

Became Aphmau's family healer by right place right time. Was out foraging when encountering Levin who collapsed. Quickly got him right (Levin brushed up against toxic mushrooms) and Aphmau decided he was useful, especially when her daughters start walking more. (Alina and Lilith both are so curious)

He has been with the family for 2 years yet they know NOTHING about him. He is rather emotionless as well (beyond customer service happy, no other emotion shown). Is seen helping a lot of people (specifically Tu'la immigrants) for free, so they know he isn't evil at least.

They all know he was noble, makes prince jokes a lot but no one believes him, until an assassination attempt is made on him and he just brushes it off. That is when they get the Lion King backstory. They ask why he never told him and he points out all of the jokes he made, got them on a technicality. Also points out the tiger royal blood thing, which causes them to have a bigger "OH SHIT! SHOULDA KNOWN!" thing

No desire to be king. Just wants his uncle dead and the rebellion can sort it out there. Rather anti-king and more pro-lord (if they earn their place). Very accepted by the rebellion as they want a democracy, also why he wasn't thrusted into leader ship and allowed to be a healer.

Pansexual - Attracted to strength, whether that is strength of will (Aphmau, Cadenza), mind (Travis, Lucinda) or body (Katelyn, Garroth). If you have power, he will find you attractive to some extent.

Will be Garroth x Kai, cause I can squeeze in arranged marriage trope, Healer x Knight trope, and Mildy-Annoyed-to-Dislike-to-respect-to-friends-to-lovers. I just like Garroth y'all, and in this relationship he will be bottoming from the top, I am sorry.

[transmasc-wizard]

wait, I wanna hear more about Rosalind's magical exhaustion please!! how does magic over-use work in this world? is it the same for everyone? does it depend on what type of magic you're doing? what zany shit did Rosalind see/say when delirious?

@memento-morri-writes

helloooo hi i am glad to ramble

so, in Arthur WIP, your capacity to do magic is coded in your bone marrow, and you move magic through your blood to cast it. as magic is only somewhat tangible, it moves through/across your blood, bones, muscles, and organs with ease. This means when you're casting something, you are pushing magic around and through the tissues in your body.

done extensively, This Is Bad For You. it causes both causes small tears in the tissues and generally lets some magic get caught and fester in places. the most common first sign of magical overuse is bleeding under and around your fingernails, because both the magic and your body want those spells to be out of you as fast as possible, and they tear at that delicate skin in the process. after that, it becomes more personalized; a lot of people start bruising. some start crying automatically. usually the effects start in the hands, the heart, and/or the head, and expand out there. dizziness, confusion, and fatigue are common early effects as well. if you keep pushing, the caught magic becomes more of a problem---it can grow into volatile growths that explode on impact, fuck your temperature regulation and plunge you into heat or cold, open long lacerations on your skin, etc. type of magic influences this; for example, you're significantly more likely to get internal frostbite if you're doing magic with the cold, or for wounds to open on your body if you're magically slashing at another person. sometimes the magic even grows into viruses or fungi that stay long term.

for Rosalind, she experiences: fingernail bleeding, bleeding from her eyes, incredibly dry throat, dizziness, hallucinations, a migraine, shaking, ticcing, bruising along her wrists and hands, small papercut-sized wounds all across her arms, general pain in several internal organs as magic is moving across them, and HEAVY fatigue. it's her first time using combat magic in a real high stakes scenario, and she vastly overdoes it. she hears her mother's voice, worried and disappointed, and her father's voice, incredibly scared. she also sees Arthur as his father, who'd like, Just kidnapped her. so that's not very fun. she goes on a bit of a ramble to him about how "his son" is so much better than him, and also reveals she's scared of Orion but doesn't want to be, and she has to be magically put to sleep and carried out. she ends up sleeping for a good twelve hours. when she wakes up, Arthur gives her Alexei's old ring, which has the power to act as a sort of safety harness that helps keep magic use in check that he'd previously kept worn around his neck at all times for Grief Reasons. He tells her it's important, and not to lose it, but that he hopes it keeps her safe, and that's a big moment in their relationship development.

ty for the ask :3

[sbk-zgvlt]

HELP I JUST GOT THIS IDEA…

Book 7 spoilers bc I know people (me) read this shit like the newspaper.

So. Because Sebek had like. A mental health crisis and almost fell back into deep sleep and it was suspiciously familiar. Consider.

Weeks after the events of Book 7, Sebek gets a little invitation to a meeting in, say, the Astronomy Tower or something. I dunno. Nothing about TWST says there isn’t one, it’s a common setting in fics, plus it’s pretty. Anyway he tells Malleus about it bc it’s after hours and (with a Look) Malleus tells him he can (and should) go.

When Sebek gets there, he’s very confused to find a meeting of six out of the seven Housewardens plus Jamil there sitting in a circle and chatting. They inform him that it’s an overblot support group.

Sebek: … but I haven’t overblotted????

Riddle: Really? Malleus has informed us that whilst he was overseeing Lilia’s dream, you experienced something similar.

Sebek: I simply almost fell into deep sleep again and lost lucidity! It is nothing to fret over.

Azul: Oh? Then you didn’t have an emotional episode in which you made a very poor decision that threw away all logic?

Sebek: uh

Leona: And there wasn’t black shit everywhere?

Sebek: well

Vil: And there weren’t monsters attacking your friends that were made of said black goop that had to be fought off to save you?

Sebek: um

Jamil: and you weren’t left completely drained of all energy afterwards?

Sebek just. Quietly takes the open seat next to Malleus.

He effectively had a mental-only overblot, man. It might not have been as physically harmful as a normal overblot but he deserves support.

BRO,,,BRO,,,,

He's STUMPED. He sees absolutely no need for him to be in this...support group? Surely, his liege has suffered far more than him! HE was the one who overblotted, not Sebek! In fact, everyone else in this group has carried burdens that Sebek can't even fathom. He voices this out immediately in the middle of his first meeting.

"It's not about who got the shorter end of the stick." Jamil tries to explain to him. "It's the fact that all of us got one in the first place." Sebek raises a brow. "I HAVE NEVER BEEN HANDED A STICK!" "YOU'RE ACTUALLY HOPELESS."

Malleus sighs and tries to reason with him. "At least try. I'm saying this not as your liege, but as your friend." "WE'RE FRIENDS!?!!??" Leona stares at Sebek tearing up before turning to Malleus. "Yeah, he's fucked in the head."

The meetings are already wild to begin with, especially with overblotees who don't really have a high opinion on each other. Adding Sebek in kind of disrupts the balance of people "hating" each other.

When they asked Sebek how his "overblot" went, Sebek stared off into the distance before saying that it was embarrassing. Everyone's shocked that he described such an experience that way. "...just embarrassing?" Vil asks, clearly not satisfied with the answer. "I was stuck in a dreamscape that replicated the exact visage of the horrors of war. I should've raised my guard, yet..."

Sebek looks a bit embarrassed before admitting, "I got carried away, believing in praise that I could only find in my own dreams. I shouldn't have been so...easy to manipulate." Malleus winces at his words. "If it weren't for Silver, it's most likely that-" He cuts himself off.

Azul prods, too invested in the story, "Most likely what?" Sebek gulps. "It was most likely that I would've never gotten out." Silence. "B-but it was a dream. Like, u could always respawn!" Idia tries to say.

"Silver said that he didn't know what would happen if anyone actually...died in a dream. Especially with his unique magic."

Malleus excuses himself from the meeting. He doesn't return.

The second meeting that Sebek attends, Malleus shifts his chair just a bit closer towards his.

[sitp-recs]

15 fics with different takes on Harry

Nobody asked but here’s another self-indulgent reclist to celebrate Harry’s HBD week! I wonder how many people are open to seeing their fave under a new light? Some readers can be very picky when it comes to characterization, myself included; it can be scary but I also believe that new approaches can be exciting and thought-provoking, and help us understand the multiple layers underneath their personality, as well as imagine how different things could have been had they lived under different circumstances. I am all for having my perspectives challenged so I thought it would be cool to share some of the fics that made me go 🤯🫢 with their bold and captivating take on Harry. These include dark unhinged Harry, down & out Harry, pitiful Harry, himbo Harry and some other tropes that I’ve found particularly creative and refreshing. Each fic is unique in their own way so come pick your flavour of fanon Harry and enjoy!

The Language of Power by Lokifan (E, 2k)

Harry loves talking in Parseltongue to Draco during sex: his response is just delicious.

Magpie by @corvuscrowned (E, 4k)

Potter doesn't steal because he needs anything, Draco quickly learns. He doesn't do it because it makes him feel anything. It isn't about power, and it isn't about control. Potter just does it because he can.

The Antique Bed Frame by @lazywonderlvnd (E, 5.4k)

Draco “needs his bed fixed.” Harry offers to help.

Better Left Dead by calrissian18 (T, 6.6k)

A love story and a half.

World's Edge by RurouniHime (E, 15k)

In the harshest environment on earth, Harry finds that escaping is harder than simply running.

Violent Delights by primaveracerezos (E, 20k)

Draco Malfoy's life should be going very well. He's engaged to a wonderful man and in line for the Head Auror job. He's been made lead investigator on a serial murder case, trying to figure out who is killing off the scum of the wizarding world, one by one.

A Year in Training by Omi_Ohmy (M, 25k)

Harry is finally living his dream and training as an Auror, but nothing seems to be going right: he’s just so angry all the time. And Draco Malfoy’s presence on the programme really isn’t helping with that, either.

Fearful Trill by @vukovich (E, 29k)

Harry should have come out and met someone when he was younger. He should have seen a doctor about the pain in his hip while youth was still on his side. Now, he's made his peace with dying young, but maybe not with dying alone.

He Who Must Not Be Normal by lettered (E, 41k)

Potter has fame and fortune and posh clothes and all he wants is a simple life. Draco has a flat and a cat and a steady job and all he wants is a complicated life. Which makes you think this story has something exciting like body-swapping, but it doesn’t.

REVOLVEVLOVER by firethesound, zeitgeistic (E, 46k)

The work Harry does is justifiable. It’s justice. He works for his country, and his country is a republic—the magical side, anyway. It’s not laudable work, it’s not work he’s proud of, but it’s necessary work. Harry has always taken the necessary jobs that no one else has the stomach for.

Chocolate and Pastry by agentmoppet, anemonen (E, 50k)

When Pansy bets Draco that there is no chance he and Harry could carry out a genuine romantic relationship, he and Harry form a plan. But as their fake relationship progresses, Draco sees a side of Harry he never expected.

Harry Potter Gives a Shit by talithan (E, 58k)

“Where are you headed?” “No place special,” Draco fumbled, and flushed further. But then: “I can change that,” said Harry Potter.

Absolution by sunnyeclipses (E, 63k)

At the mercy of his failing marriage, Harry only meant to use the potion once — to get Draco to listen. It’s not his fault that it works so well and that Draco’s just so easy to control.

Balance, Imperfect by @bixgirl1 (E, 91k)

When Harry sustains an injury in the line of work, he no longer knows how to navigate the life he loved, and finds help and solace from the most unexpected source.

A Sword Laid Aside by @korlaena (E, 128k)

When Draco’s cover is blown during a deep undercover operation and the Ministry is compromised, Ron takes Draco to the only safe place he can think of—Potter. Hiding out with a taciturn Harry Potter, who has been missing from the Wizarding World for almost two decades after a shocking fall from grace, is nothing like Draco thought it would be.