#Me creating headcanons at 1 a.m

[athenaspeculiardaughter]

Sally: so ladies the situation is serious

Naomi: really serious

Emma: what can we do

Sally: there's 2 solutions

Naomi and Emma: ??

Sally: we're going to shout at the gods knowing that Poseidon and Apollo will listen to us

Naomi: yeah?

Sally: or we adopt all of the demigods with family issues

Emma: why not both?

Sally: I like that

Paul: I don't want to break the mood but where are they going to sleep?

Sally,Naomi and Emma: *bad look*

Paul: ok I understood *ran away*

@thepeculiarbird @thedarklordyna

[zoyalannister]

Hellooo

So It's me hi

Again

You know me already

So let's got to it

This time a bit snippetery but not really let me explain.

Basically from each WIP you have, Geranium, endless sunlight, hntf and sisstg (not counting the rest of tlf as I think you have more advanced these ones) you have to give 5 facts (choosing the gabrily property number? you can bet on it)

Which can be things that may or may not happen, backstage ideas, headcanons you have of that universe in each of them that hasn been mentioned (like I see in ES that Kit owned a dog at some point, even if this doesnt show in the story´), things that have surprised you of them while writing, or reactions you didnt expect, or comments of them you loved. Very very free basically

So that's it

Good weekend

Hi Anon,

I reply here to your other question because you forgot to put the anonymous function and I don’t know if you want your nickname to be public. 5 is totally fine as a number!

The thing is that I talk so much about my fanfics that most facts are known now. But I will try to see if there are new facts!

How (not) to end a feud

1. I had the idea for this story because I was getting super bored during a course.

2. Poor Joshua was created mostly to make Kit jealous. He will have a good conclusion, though, just not a romantic conclusion.

3. I discarded an idea about Kit feeling proud if Joshua got himself off while hearing him and Grace having sex, but I deleted it because Kit isn’t that much of an asshole.

4. Old Isidore being gay and having a relationship with the town priest when he was young are amazing ideas by @fimproda

5. You know the scene where Grace tells Kit that Old Isidore knew the truth about Kit? I imagine that conversation on the porch of the house, both of them on an armchair with Grace holding Little Isidore (a few months old at this time) as he sleeps on her chest. There's the sunset as they speak, and after Grace confirms what Old Isidore suspects about her husband, she kisses Little Isidore's head and says something like "He's the only thing I have left of my husband."

Geranium

1. The foreshadowing in chapter 1 for what happens in chapter 5 is much more obvious than you think. It's the kind of thing "so obvious I rule it out immediately".

2. I told @fimproda the ideas for Cecily giving Alex to Grace (chapter 2) and Cecily defending Grace from the mean thing her nieces say (chapter 3) at 4 a.m. when I was drunk. Poor woman she had to listen my drunk rambling the morning after...

3. I said it for the meme, but I literally don’t know how it became from a Gracetopher to be focused on Cecily and Grace. At some point it just happened that Grace was super paranoid about Cecily’s opinion of her, and wanted her attention, and wanted to be loved like a daughter but at the same time was scared of this love. In any case, the both of us loved this change.

4. I told quite randomly to my friend that I had the intention of inserting a line like "can you please hug me and pretend to be my mom?" and she said I had to find a way to insert it because she loved it.

5. Somehow @fimproda can make the scenes even more disturbing. When you read her version of the chapter preview I posted today, you will understand what I mean.

Still insists she sees the ghosts

1. The title is a misquote of a book I love.

2. I will do something I never did: a third rewrite.

3. I'm a bit scared that for months there was too much hype about this fanfic that it won’t actually be at the height of your expectations.

4. I was a bit worried that ChoT would contraddict something in the later chapters, but that plotline was totally overlooked so I can use it however I want to.

5. The main functionality of Cecily’s POV at 18 is to set up and explain why in the current timeline she acts a certain way. I hope the final result will make sense.

Endless Sunlight

1. There's a scene heavily inspired by V for Vendetta. You will recognize it immediately.

2. It's not a big spoiler since you will see it immediately in chapter 1, but Kit took over Chiswick Manor. He did a lot of renovations and it will be cool describing the new version through Grace’s eyes who only saw the decaying house in canon.

3. It's heavily influenced by videogames, especially the fighting scenes are very Dark Souls like. It will be fun to see the result since I never wrote fights...

4. One of the big changes you will find in Thule, happened already in TID years. I loved playing domino with the events and the consequences they have.

5. There's a BDSM scene.

I think it’s all and (almost) everything should be news ahah

Thanks for passing here once again!

[amhrosina]

MCU Men During Your First Trimester (Pregnancy Headcanons//Pt. 2)

MASTERLIST // TAG LIST REQUEST FORM

Requests are open!

A/N: You can, in fact, find out the gender of your baby as early as 14 weeks, but for fic purposes, we’re going to pretend like the ends of these headcanons are somewhere around the very very beginning of the second trimester-ish. Just go with it. Suspend your reality. You’ll be fineeeee. 

Link to Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Frank Castle:

This isn’t Frank’s first rodeo, but it’s all very new to you, so he’s patient with you as you start to experience symptoms. 

Frank insists on being a part of everything and listens intently when the doctor explains what you’re going to have to do until the second trimester, even though he’s heard all of this before. 

One morning your morning sickness is so bad that you think you might actually be dying, but Frank sits with you on the bathroom floor, rubbing your back and holding your hair up when you start vomiting again.�� 

Your body starts to change, but Frank is constantly reminding you that you’re beautiful and how strong you are for growing an entire human inside of you. 

Frank gives you glasses of water throughout the day because he knows you forget sometimes 

You wake Frank up at 3 a.m. one night because you’re having some serious cravings 

“Frank, if I don’t get some Doritos in me right this very minute, I think I might actually die.” 

He goes to three different stores before he finds some, buying the biggest bag they sell.  

You start taking way more naps, but Frank doesn't mind. When you fall asleep on his lap, he runs his fingers through your hair and thinks about how lucky he is to raise a child with you. 

Towards the end of the first trimester, the doctor tells you that you’re having a girl. Frank is beyond ecstatic because he knows it will look and be like you, and you are his favorite thing in the world.  

Matt Murdock: 

Matt is a walking ball of anxiety, but he’s doing his best to be supportive.  

You know Matt is worried that he won’t be able to be as good of a father because he is vision-impaired, but you reassure him that the baby will always know that he loves them.  

He also has a literal 360 sonar in his head like that man will be able to do anything and everything for that baby, just not while he’s in public. 

You don’t experience morning sickness, but you get the worst migraines you’ve ever experienced in your life. 

It’s a good thing your partner doesn’t need the lights on because you spend a solid three weeks doing everything in the dark.  

The first time you ever experience a mood swing, you snap at Matt for asking you if you want to go for a walk. He immediately bursts into laughter and you’re soon to follow.  

“I like the feisty you.” 

“Shut it, Murdock.” 

When you go to the doctor for your first trimester ultrasound, your doctor’s pregnant (excuse the pun) pause has Matt on the edge of his seat.  

“There are two of them in there. Twins! One boy and one girl!” 

You very nearly pass out when you hear that you will be having not one, but two babies. 

When the doctor leaves the room, Matt reveals that he thought he heard another heartbeat, but he wanted you to be surprised.  

You’re overjoyed that you get to have both a girl and a boy, because now you’ll be able to physically see the piece of you and the piece of Matt that created your family.  

Billy Russo: 

You successfully avoid Billy for weeks, but when the doctor asked if you knew of any illnesses that run on the father’s side of the family, you decide you don’t want to risk the baby’s health by avoiding Billy. Even if he was an orphan, he could be dealing with an illness or something that he hadn’t told you about.  

You call him one night, vowing to only ask him the one question and hang up. 

He answers on the first ring, asking if you’re okay. 

“I know you didn’t know your family, but do you know of anything the baby might inherit from you that the doctor needs to know about? 

“I’m coming over. Please open the door when I get there.” 

You say okay, because it’s Billy, and you miss him.  

You awkwardly stand in the hallway with him as he looks you over.  

“I am so, so sorry. I know I handled the news terribly and I know you feel like I’ve abandoned you, but I haven’t, and I won’t abandon our baby either.” 

He doesn’t want to do the same thing his parents did to him my poor damaged baby. 

“How do I know I can trust you, Billy?” 

“I’ll show you. You’ll see.” 

Billy makes a concerted effort to see you at least once a day. He’ll bring you coffee (de-caffeinated) in the morning sometimes, or when he has a late night, he’ll stop by with whatever you happen to be craving that day.  

He apologizes for missing your first doctor’s appointment, but he promises he’ll be at the rest of them.  

He’s constantly on the phone with Frank, asking him about “baby stuff”.  

You can tell that he’s nervous about it, but he’s trying his best.  

He even starts emailing you links to different cribs/stuff for the nursery and asking your opinion on them. 

When it comes time to find out the gender of the baby, Billy is fidgety and anxious, tapping his foot on the floor and running his fingers through his hair repeatedly. 

When the doctor reveals that the baby is a boy, the room is silent. After the doctor leaves, Billy lets the tears he’d been holding back fall.  

“What if I fuck him up? What if he’s like me?” 

“The fact that you’re worried about that means you won't, Billy.” 

Bucky Barnes: 

This is a very high-risk pregnancy, and Bucky is taking it very seriously. 

He won’t even let you cook dinner anymore, claiming that your rest and health are the most important things right now. 

“Bucky, I am more than capable of showering by myself.” 

“I know that, Doll. I’m just here for the show.” 

He’s already picking out baby names that he thinks you might like, but you’re hesitant to set anything in stone before the second trimester.  

You watch the calendar as you get closer to your second trimester, praying to the universe that you don’t have a miscarriage.  

You can see how excited Bucky is, and you don’t want to break his heart by losing the baby.  

Bucky can sense your unease, and he tries to reassure you that no matter what happens, he’ll love you ‘til the end of the line (I had to, don’t freaking shoot me okay???) 

When you’re two weeks away from the second trimester, you start to feel sharp pains in your stomach. Bucky rushes you to the hospital, where they stick you with needles and run all types of tests to figure out what’s going on. 

You cry into Bucky’s chest, apologizing for getting his hopes up. Bucky won’t even let you finish your apology, reminding you that you’re doing a very hard thing and that he loves you so very much. 

The doctor tells you that your baby is fine, but that you’re not drinking enough water, which was causing severe stomach cramps. 

“In other news, your baby is a boy.”  

Bucky is over the moon, and vows to you that he’ll never let anyone hurt you or the baby. 

Peter Parker (Tom Holland): 

Peter honors his promise and starts taking on odd jobs before and after his classes, slowly but surely building up money for when the baby comes. 

You continue your semester and job as planned but start visiting the campus clinic instead of an independent OBGYN when you have to make doctor appointments, because they offer services for college students at a reduced cost. 

Peter probably reads every baby book ever written in preparation for your pregnancy and the birth. 

One morning you start to cry when you realize that your once favorite breakfast food, aka poached eggs, repulses you now.  

Peter is so confused, but hugs and kisses you anyways because he loves you.  

He eventually moves into your apartment, claiming it was bound to happen eventually.  

You’re worried about how much the actual birth is going to cost, but Peter says he knows a guy who knows a girl who can help with that.  

Peter gently suggests the name “May” if the baby is a girl, and you blame the pregnancy hormones when you start to cry over how beautiful the sentiment is. 

You both decide not to find out the baby’s gender until you give birth, because you want it to be a fun little surprise. 

Your last week in your first trimester is celebrated with pizza and a bottle of (non-alcoholic) champagne. 

“What if our baby’s a boy? What are we going to name him then?” 

“I don’t know, Peter Jr.?” 

“Peter, I am not naming my child Peter Jr.” 

End Note: i'm so sorry but i would fold so fast for billy anyways! i think im going to do two more parts to this: one where reader is in their second/third trimesters, and one where reader gives birth and how the new daddys are with their newborns. baby name suggestions would be great thank youuuu

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[i-need-air]

Hybrid!AU Wolf!Bakugou Katsuki HCs Part 2.

Summary: Part 2 is here! While in part 1 it was mostly adoption and how he'd behave with you as a roommate, part two is him ✨ realizing things ✨ followed by how he'd be in a romantic relationship.

Word Count: 2k words [ oops, I did it again ]

Notes: So I said it'll be out in a few days but three [3] people asked me for part 2 and I'm a sucker soooooooo!! I could've just written a long ass fic but whatever, I thought I'd make it shorter in headcanons... hah lol right. Enjoy!

Part 1 here!

× he's a wild wolf so he's very active; like you need to understand he needs to go outside if not he'd get impatient, more aggressive, snappy, so once you took him on an easy hiking trail near your house and he loved it so once or twice a month you both go together to different places [ he demands it ]

× it's hard to keep up with him bc he's literally genetically engineered to be better than any very fit human being but he slows down for you

× morning runs at 5 a.m. bc he's insane

× is also a grandpa

× watched all documentaries on any streaming platform you could provide to him, also loves reading

× as months pass and you start to have your routine in order, word comes to you that an acquaintance is looking for a security guard at his mechanical shop two streets away from your house

× you casually mentioned it to Bakugou because he was starting to act anxious whenever you'd leave the house, so you assumed he was extra bored

× seriously, the house was spotlessly cleaned, he cooked amazingly and was occupied with your old laptop and going around the city to explore, but you guessed he wanted more independence?

× little did you know you were right but so wrong lol

× so Bakugou stared at you intensely and asked "Where?"

× it was as easy as telling him the location, him nodding and you thought he'd consider it; you didn't put any pressure on him because he already did so much to help around anyway

× well guess what bitch, next day he comes up to you saying you gotta co-sign his contract [cuz fuck society] meaning he got the job

× he was perfect for it because tall, intimidating, muscular wolf guy? who'd even mess with him? do they have a death wish?

× well, even before this he started to be... soft

× but once you really did show him you support whatever he wants to do, you give him his freedom and liberty of choice, he just reaaally changes, man

× he gets touchy, like his hands stay one second longer on your skin, he uses any excuse to have them on you, even his eyes follow you everywhere

× like c'mon, it's obvious but you didn't wanna put too much thought into it because we're respectful here

× not like you had a big fat crush on him and slowly started to realize it too

× sike bitch he knows

× you think his super-hearing didn't catch the way your heartbeat spikes up every single time he touches you? *please*

× i think he knows before you know

× meanwhile he is working to discover his feelings too

× so your relationship slowly turns into a couple's like relationship but without anything official and of course no kissing or such [ sadly ]

× would get jealous easily

× basically because nothing is talked between you two and deep down is insecure

× why the hell do you smell like other people? was it just a hug or something else? hell, why would you even hug people when he's right there??? just ask and don't touch some extras????

× another thing he does is getting very close to you while you talk to somebody else; scoffs and glares at them too

× ok so!! gifts! he really appreciates any gift you give him but scolds you if you do because you genuinely don't need to do that

× of course he just scolds you and calls you an idiot so I do hope you already learned his language

× it basically means that you shouldn't have done it, he's really grateful but seriously you shouldn't have

× like that one time you saved up money to get him a good computer and he forgot how to speak for like an hour

× the softest thank you ever afterwards

× still sounded rough but he was shocked as fuck

× one thing that remained in your brain were his friends, as sometimes he'd mention them

× so you took it upon yourself to find them, of course with his permission

× gets genuinely overwhelmed and plays it off saying he wouldn't mind knowing where those idiots ended but you didn't miss the way his voice trembled

× for you to find them you needed names and any information he could provide so that's when he, after a long silence and a mesmerized look on his face, started really talking about his life

× which was fucked; won't get much into detail but he was indeed in a fighting ring, people came and bet on whoever was stronger, he even had to fight his friends, everything was filled with abuse and their conditions were subhuman...

× just overall awful

× you couldn't help but hug him tight, feeling him shake in your arms

× with a hesitant voice he asked if you really did think there was a chance to find them

× just couldn't believe how amazing he felt in your arms

× or how your determination that night made his heart clench and took a big weight off his shoulders

× anywho;;;; after his first paycheck he takes you out on cute dates

× never calls them that, just demands you dress up [helps you out cuz boy got style] and takes you to a nice coffee shop or something

× AND on your fifth not date cuz you're not official but there's this weird tension between you date he finally kinda s n a p s

× you honestly didn't expect the waiter to flirt with you, he came out as very pushy and even if you were a lil uncomfortable you smiled and brushed it off

× when the waiter suggested giving you his number the sandy blond hybrid growled

× which i shit you not made the whole coffee shop freeze

× and you froze too

× but neither of you could say anything because the oblivious fuck kept talking

× basically joking about how you should keep your pet in a leash, to which you got up, threw some money on the table, grabbed Bakugou by the hand and leave before he'd rip someone's head off

× it only took you to touch Bakugou's arm to calm him down as he followed behind you wordlessly

× so you stood outside, angry, deep red eyes on your figure

× and silence

× his hand still in yours

× it was warm and amazing and you felt angry but your heart was beating loudly; angry at the waiter that you wanted to go full Karen on and get fired but excited because that growl shook you to the core, as if you could tell it was territorial and it was because of that pig flirting with you and did Bakugou Katsuki just lace his fingers with you?!

× "Oi." he interrupted your thoughts

× he turned your frame towards him and pulled you [kinda harshly] into him

× you'd make a comment about it but brain empty, just Bakugou Katsuki blushing

× "You're mine, you get it?"

× skdjflglykshs

× it sounded like he asked but it was a demand so oops you're his now ok bye

× like I said, boy isn't dumb so he lowkey knew you felt something too

× legit from there on he's just soft as fuck

× has a hard time opening up but visibly tries for you

× still continues to be a pain in the ass, Bakugou Style, but with a loving teasing attitude behind it

× his eyes give him away all the time

× they shine whenever you're in his field of view so congrats because, and this is the best part:

× WOLVES MATE FOREVER 💕💓💞💗💝💟

× oh yeah, he's yours, no takebacks

× he isn't one to half-ass the relationship; you're his now and he'll do anything for you

× big time touch starved it hurts

× because he is shy

× so whenever you introduce him to hand holding and cuddles, he can't get enough

× not big on PDA [ and not recommended since human-hybrid relationships are kiiiinda frowned upon but it's getting better ]

× although at home it's another deal

× seriously cuddle him; he's big into the protector vibe so he's a big spoon almost exclusively unless it's to sleep on top of you

× speaking of! accept that even if your relationship isn't that intimate, he'd still hint about sleeping together in the same bed

× so you better catch on when he does because he'll just click his tongue and call you needy

× while dragging you to bed

× sleeps holding you, his nose in your hair or in the crook of your neck

× unless it's summer then stay on your side 💅

× you know those kisses that just scream "I can't get enough of you"? that's his whole kissing vibe in a sentence

× hell, even the gentlest kiss gives that vibe away and it'll 100% leave you breathless

× doesn't have experience but is a very fast learner

× pays very close attention to your body language

× really into biting your skin enough to leave marks

× wear his hoodies

× no, I'm fucking serious, wear them now

× his chest puffs and he turns into a blushing mess when you do it the first times because his scent is on you

× scenting is a big thing for him so of course he's gonna love it

× 10x more territorial because now he has a mate to protect

× jealous but trusts you

× still very jealous though

× let's all pretend he is definitely not scenting you before you go out because it's in his nature and it is embarrassing

× the first time he tells you he loves you it's when he's feeling vulnerable

× the search for his friends is still on-going, he feels less than adequate as a providing mate, is pissed at the world for treating him like an inferior animal when they created him, everything is piled on his shoulders and whenever than happens he closes off

× you notice immediately

× will not tell you at first

× it's only when you go to bed and he turns his back to you when you really know it's bad

× even if you fought before, he'd angrily snuggle you at night-time

× now it's so different

× hug him, whisper sweet nothings in his ear, pull a blanket all over you both and big spoon him, he'd start shaking and talking in no time

× will hide his tears from you but you'd know

× "You're the best fucking thing that happened to me, [Y/N]... I—... Shit... I love you so much."

× neither of you slept that night

× excuse you? drink some water and pray to jesus;;; you talked about feelings, ok? communication is key in a relationship, puh-lease

× [ i have this whole nsfw hcs post already cookin in my brain so maybe I'll make it happen cuz y'all know he has a mating season and all that comes with it 👀 ]

× back to being children of jesus here

× thanks the moon, the heavens and all the gods for putting you in his life; boy didn't believe in destiny but deep down he thinks you were meant to be

× you still better wash the dishes or you'll get your ass kicked.

Extra:

× you did find some of his friends, little by little, and even if he acted nonchalant, like k das cool, it was obvious he was extremely happy

× so they did get adopted too

× you got in contact with them on social media and they were all very excited about meeting

× so it was a chaotic meeting with a dog hybrid called Kirishima and a mouse like vibrat yellow guy called Kaminari

× they all were looking for Bakugou too since they were very worried about where he ended

× Kirishima shed manly tears when seeing Bakugou

× as they instantly welcomed you in their small group, they informed you both that the majority of the squad was adopted and they're in contact, while they're still actively looking for the others

× cue to the softest expression you've seen on Bakugou in public followed by "That's good"

× silence

× shock and silence

× Kaminari turning to you and whispering "You did this" with a hand on his heart, lips trembling as he wiped an imaginary tear

× insert instantly snappy Bakugou

× when everyone laughed and continued to make plans to meet up with the others, he just looked at you conversing with them, soft expression again on his features and his chest warming

× "Oh! Look, he's doing it again! Quick, take a pictur—"

× "SHINE!"

[the12thnightproject]

My turn, my turn!!

Okay so~ 1, 10 & 31 💜

Hi! And thank you for the ask!

1. What fic of yours would you recommend to someone who had never read any of your work? (In other words, what do you think is the best introduction to your fics?)

Hm, since I write three types of content...

for headcanons, I'd go with "Warlords Opening Up MC's Refrigerator After She's Been Gone Three Months" because it pretty much exemplifies that kind of weird chaos that sometimes pops into my brain.

For short fiction, it would be the story I wrote for your request, A Simple Game, because I really like writing warlords interacting with each other, especially getting to put three smart sneaky warlords like Shingen, Mitsuhide, and Motonari together.

Long fic would have to be Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda - it introduces the multiverse and I loved the idea of Shingen being in a relationship that grew out of friendship, kindness, and mutual respect, rather than out of physical attraction (or if someone just wants to read a smut chapter, there are a couple of those... Buttons being my favorite).

10. How do you decide what to write?

With headcanons, if they aren't an ask, it's usually something that just pops into my head, or is prompted by something that just happened in real life. Like the smoke alarm HC was prompted by being awakened at 3 a.m. by my smoke alarm's dead battery chirp.

All of the short fics on my blog were prompted either by an exchange, or by a chaotic bingo request, so with those, it's mostly noodling around with the prompts until I can think of something that fits the request. I used to do a improv and sketch comedy, so in a sense, it's a similar concept - take the audience's suggestion, and use it to jump off into a scene, but then take the scene to an unexpected twist.

With longfic, usually it starts with something that I can't stop thinking about. The original idea for the Tempest in Time series was just a bunch of scenarios that kept haunting me in the summer of 2020. They weren't leaving my head, so I had to write them down. I knew I wanted to create a multiverse with an OC who would have multiple versions of herself living in different timelines, but would be connected by a frame story involving a mission that needed to be completed across all the timelines, and that my OC would potentially encounter different versions of herself. The initial thought would be that the OC would have a route for every warlord, and I knew that Shingen had to be first, because his canon illness was going to necessitate time travel anyway, so I could take care a lot of the world building and establish the multiverse dilemma naturally (and also his story was the clearest in my mind, and also... well, it's Shingen, he's basically my favorite warlord anyway). And as such, Sasuke would need to be the final story, because it's going to involve a crap ton of time timeline hopping. The order in the middle is random, based on whichever warlord's story I can visualize the clearest. Hideyoshi was supposed to be after Mitsunari's, but what I had planned started feeling too similar to parts of Shingen's, so my next thought was to go to Ieyasu ... but then a certain Kitsune said, "I'm sorry my dear, but I insist you tell my story next," and the plot unrolled in my mind. If I can picture how a story starts, at least three points somewhere in the middle, and how it ends, that's when I know that I can start writing a long fic. Sometimes I have an idea of where somethin starts, but no clue about what happens next, so those just sort of stay marinating in my brain until I can see more of where it wants to go.

And that was a very long answer to a short question... sorry.

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

Heh... size doesn't matter. I've got a couple of pieces I love that are less than 500 words each, and one of the longfics clocked in at over 150,000 words (which totally shocked me... I never realized I could write that much).

There's a special challenge in writing the uber-short flash fics, especially if there is a word limit. I can spend more time tweaking a 330 word flash fic than a 3300 word chapter in a longfic.

I like to keep the short fic at less than 5000 words, only because if it starts getting longer than that, then I get tempted to do more world building and add subplots, and all of a sudden it's heading into longfic territory.

What I like about writing longfic is getting to live with a story and the characters for a long period of time. Shingen's story took me 8 months to write, Mitsunari's story took a year... I've hit the 4 month mark on the draft of Mitsuhide's... I like these characters that Cybird originated, and in longfic, I can hang out with them and really get to know them.

[aristeiakira]

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[otp-holic]

💛A Steve/Bucky Masterpost 💛

This is T. and since I've created a bit of Steve/Bucky content lately, I'm going to put it all in this nice box so it's easier to locate.

I do a little bit of whatever sparks my creativity, so not all content is homogenous or follows the same style, sorry!

IN SHORT You should be able to find everything I create under my new and shiny tag:

#painfully created by me

THE SPECIFICS (some tags and projects overlap, if they do they (hopefully) appear in all the tags)

A month with Steve and Bucky: I created a piece of content every day during June 2021. The masterpost The tag: #a month with steve and bucky

RE-STUCKING THE MOVIES: I manipulate videos to try to make the movies as they should have been. The tag: #re-stucking the movies The posts: The First Avenger: The right compass (black and white) The First Avenger: Petnames at the bar. The First Avenger: An ending that makes sense Avengers: Boxing Steve has flashbacks that make sense Somewhere in the Timeline: Going to the Great Canyon Wakanda calm: Bucky wasn't alone. Wakanda: Bucky is free... and, again, he was not alone Endgame: Steve's ass wasn't America's. Endgame: Therapy makes sense now Endgame: Steve's motivation makes sense now The real timeline: Coming home & the same without silliness

FANFIC: I upload everything to unremarkable on AO3, but I usually cross- possit under the tag. Radio Days: 12.7K Domestic Fluff. Animated Moodboard. While hiding away in Brooklyn with Steve after the blip and during the pandemic, Bucky gets hooked on a daily 1 a.m radio show from Spain (The Lighthouse) where people call with stories around a topic of the day. Five times Steve’s (and Bucky's) plan more or less failed and the one time it succeeded: 3.6K Fluffly Angst. Steve's (and Bucky's) plans haven't a great record and often end up turning their worlds upside down. Here are five times they failed and one that kind of didn't. Never let us lose what we have gained. Series. With manips. A series of drabbles + Pictures set in a universe where Steve and Bucky are together in the modern era and keep finding little pieces from their past. It has its own tag, but the versions of the fics are updated on Ao3 I was debating wether or not to put the first two here, but in the end I did because they were the seed that lead me to create again after so long and I love them a lot for that,... even if I they make me cringe a little. So I love this special children.

I was alone, I took a ride (I didn't know what I would find there) Stucky AU +220ks. Explicit. SlowBurn. I'm gonna give this a place of its own since I worked on it for over a year. It has a moodboard, too.

Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes fonts Their own Fonts: I created these out of the writing on TWS and TSATWS. I've used them a loooot more than I would have thought. So, sharing in case you want them, too!

Some random posts: I jumped on the Goncharov train, Stucky Style: Steve's list, and Alternative Poster Video of Steve and Bucky in bed together: My pride and joy. I made the gif first. Video of Steve's Internal monologue: Silly thought When he meets Bucky in Wakanda. Romance takes backseat: A silly video. Steve drying Bucky's tears: A gif. Love this moment.

THE TAGS Some tags overlap, if they do they (hopefully) appear in all the tags. Not all content is showing up in their tags. I'll try to fix it.

#fic by yours truly: All the drabbles and fanfics #gif by yours truly: containing gifs. #video by yours truly: All that falls into video category #manip by yours truly: Everything that i've manipulated. #headcanon by yours truly: Headcanons duh #edits by yours truly: A little bit of everything (still tagging) #pics by yours truly: Any still image that I create #graphic by yours truly: Anything having to do with graphic design. #silly by yours truly: Humor? I don't know.

I feel like I Spring cleaned over here, thanks for being there. All of you.💛💛💛

You can give this content love by re-blogging and liking, but please do not repost... My asks are open in case you have a particular reason. Always open to talking!

[underfell-crystal]

A list of why my mutuals are so fantastic.

@ratsoh-writes : A very talented writer who dragged me into the self/oc x canon part of Undertale. I haven't looked back since. I love your headcanons, matchups, random quotes, and everything else you do for us.

@1-800-roflmao : An amazing artist and writer who I was introduced to through Ratsoh's Anon Harem, who used to send me cursed images. Believe it or not, when I was having a bad day, those cursed images made me smile. Talking with you is a wonderful distraction from terrible or boring days.

@ivyprism : A dedicated writer with an enormous amount of creativity and a very good friend who is fiercely protective of her mutuals. Seeing you come up with new ideas is lovely to watch, and seeing you expand on ideas is even more exciting. But please stop making me simp for every single character in your roster.

@kalquinn : A wonderful person with art and stories to match. Seeing new art and updates to your stories always puts me in a good mood. Listening to your animal facts never fails to teach me something new, and seeing you online always puts a smile on my face.

@skeletons-and-dnd : A very creative and dapper individual who I also met through the Anon Harem. Talking with you is always a treat, even if it's a bit rarer nowadays.

@spider-anon-art : An absolute sweetheart to everyone. Your fact interactions are always fun to watch, and your blog radiates positivity.

@magicfrogblog : A cutie who I love to tease and tag in frog videos and pictures. Your reactions are hilarious and I love talking to you.

@vrnicky : A shy artist who makes some of the most simpable boys, along with boys that I just wanna hug forever. You doubt your talent and yourself sometimes, but you are an astonishing artist and friend. Never forget that we will always be here for you.

@kiokodoodles : The person who inspired me to create my favorite character ever for her mermaid pirate AU, who also makes beautiful art and engaging characters. I love roleplaying with you and interacting with you in general, and your headcanons about your AUs and skeletons make me so darn soft.

@mochamashi : Another fabulous artist I met through the mermaid pirate AU. Your art is dazzling, and I love your characters. Talking to you about our characters is always fun and exciting, and I always look forward to your next art pieces. I would go to McDonald's at 2 a.m. with you.

@the1920sisntaphasemom : A stunning person I connected with through H. Looking at your art and posts in general brings me comfort. Thanks for being my online mama and telling me when to go the heck to sleep.

@dino-bytes : An incredible person who started as an anon in Rats' Anon Harem. Interacting with you always guarantees fun times and heartwarming fluff.

@avtfol : Another phenomenal artist who makes some of the most creative content I've ever seen. Reading your interactive stories and looking at your art always fills me with joy. You're not annoying or bothersome at all. You're extremely talented and a wonderful person.

@naibawasreblogging : Another amazing artist I love talking to. I love your characters, and your art is so charming and cute. I love giving you feedback on your projects, and I sincerely hope you'll continue to create far into the future.

@lizarrrrrd : Another marvelous friend with adorable art. I love seeing your art, especially of Bun, and I enjoy talking to you about the mermaid pirate AU and anything else, really.

@hampal : A little devil who found his way into my heart. You can be annoying and weird, but you'll always be my friend. Thank you for appearing and using cursed images to take my mind off shitty days, and for appearing in my inbox practically daily to talk to me. I really do appreciate it.

Thank you to everybody for being themselves, and encouraging me to continue making content. I'm so happy to have met you all.

[scattered-shadows]

Fic Recs 7!

So, again, as I’ve done before, I thought I’d share a list of fic recommendations! Also I’m approaching a milestone so all the more reason to link people to awesome content on atinyblr or kpop tumblr in general. As before, I will mark the ones that are smut/have smut and if there’s no smut, I will indicate if it’s suggestive or spicy in tone. 

If you like their works, PLEASE REBLOG and tell them what you liked about their fics. If you don’t want to reblog, it’s fine to leave a like but reblogging’s just a better way to help boost fics/content created around here. 

Also, these are all ATEEZ, so yeah.

* - has smut / smut

7:47 a.m. (Yunho) - @barsformars Secret Mail (Mingi) Back (Jongho) Lockscreen (Wooyoung) Bumping Helmets (San) When You Bite Them Out of the Blue

Gut Feeling (San) (this is chaptered so I’ll link part 1) - @closer-stars 2:20 (Yeosang)

3:39 p.m. (Yunho) - @kireiwoo 12:47 a.m. (Mingi) 10:56 p.m. (San)

16:40 (Wooyoung) - @blindingatz

Best friends or ...? (Wooyoung) (linking part 1, it’s 2 parts) - @vocalyunho *

Choi San as your boyfriend - @wonwrld * Park Seonghwa as your boyfriend *

Take Me Home (Wooyoung) - @fantastic-bby

Reaction : You Wearing Another Member’s Jacket - @a-soft-hornytiny Reaction: How They Would Confess

 ATEEZ reaction to: Finding Cute Scribbles in Their Book - @springsanshine

Headcanon: Sick SanHwa - @armysantiny

Seonghwa Demon AU - @hereisleo May I Have This Dance? (San) Play the King (Mingi)

First Bite (Seonghwa) (suggestive/spicy) - @yungidreamer First Night (Seonghwa) * Precious (Seonghwa) *

Reaction to sitting next to their crush - @inadaydream99

Aftercare (Seonghwa) * - @mingishoe

Darling, Dance for Me? (San) (suggestive/spicy) - @moonchildsaurora

Online Classes Accidents (Mingi) - @treasure-hwa

17:24 (Yeosang) - @petitemingi 20:39 (Yunho)

Reaction: Kiss in a Heated Argument - @queen-of-himbos

4:38 (Yunho) (suggestive/spicy) - @rosy-wooyoung

Kiss it Better (Yunho) - @yeostars In the Rain (Seonghwa)

[venusxxlangdon]

Of Mice and Snakes

Pairing: Michael Langdon x fem!reader x Tom Riddle

Word Count: 12.3k

Warnings: crossover (Hogwarts AU), smut, threesome, dirty talk, anal sex, unprotected sex, overstimulation, oral (male on female and vice versa), fingering, humiliation, choking, mention of blood as a part of a ritual. All characters are 18+ (the reader is the seventh year student)    

Summary:  AU where the reader does not know that curiosity killed the cat and agrees to a midnight rendezvous with the Slytherin Heir and his best friend Michael Langdon.  

A/N: this epos (lmao the smut is endless, so epos is the right word to describe this madness) is based on my Slytherin!Michael headcanon & the ask I have received the other day: Slytherin Michael and Tom Riddle seeing who can get you to squirt first and they just keep making you cum over and over and you’re so sensitive but they’re mean and have big egos so they keep going even if you’re crying. Just imagine. (wow, nonny, your mind!!!)  Special thank you to my Slytherin binches @avesatanormalpeoplescareme & @ccodyfern who plotted the smut scene with me  

In addition, this is such a Michael-centric fic even though it’s a threesome that I’m crying at how much of Michael’s binch I am

“To caress the serpent that devours us, until it has eaten away our heart”

  – Voltaire

You knew you should not have kept a mysterious diary that you had found in your bag after Divination class. It appeared out of nowhere, and nobody seemed to know whom it belonged to. So eventually, you were sitting in the Slytherin common room, running your fingers along the hardcover of the notebook and contemplating if you could use it for your own purposes. It looked expensive. The cover was black, made of what it seemed like a snakeskin  – you wondered if it was faux  – encrusted with the copper fixtures on the edges.

O.W.L.s were approaching, so maybe having a spare notebook in your possession was not a bad idea, you thought to yourself, picking up a quill to put your name on the first page. When a thick drop of black ink fell on the sheet, you gasped in frustration, thinking that you must have ruined the blank surface. You wanted the very first note to be pretty, but instead, you had messed it up without even writing a single word! Suddenly your eyes widened at the sight of a fat smudge disappearing before your eyes as if the page was absorbing it like a sponge. You dipped the quill into an inkstand once again and wrote your first and last names.

The intricate handwriting faded away, and just a moment after, you saw some new words making their way on the yellow sheet.

 “Tom Marvolo Riddle and Michael Langdon are honored to meet you Y/F/N/Y/L/N”

 You were a reasonable witch and perfectly aware that the unknown artifacts were dangerous and should have been investigated before use; however, you licked your lips nervously and looked around in case any of the students or ghosts (Bloody Baron had a reputation of sticking his nose into everybody’s business) were watching you and wrote down:

 “Who are you?”

 The answer made you arch your brows in surprise.

 “Slytherin students.”

 There should have been a mistake because being a Slytherin prefect you knew everyone, or at least the majority of them. If there were someone who created such artifact, you would definitely know them. You frowned, and the thought of this whole thing being a prank crossed your mind.

 “Your names don’t seem familiar to me,” you scribbled, impatiently waiting for the reply.

 “We studied at Hogwarts long ago.”

 “I found this notebook in my bag. Is there any way I can mail it back to you? I don’t want anyone’s things in my possession.”

 It took a couple of minutes for them to reply. While you were waiting, you tore a small piece of a scroll off and wrote down “Michael Langdon and Tom Riddle” in order to check whom these people were later. When you glanced at the diary sprawled out in front of you, there was an answer:

 “This diary is the memory of ours. It chooses its next owner by itself. This time it’s you, so there’s no need to give it back. You can use it.”

 “But I technically I can’t use it for my notes. Whatever I write down disappears.”

 “You are right, but you can also enjoy our company. The fellow Slytherins will always get each other’s back. Besides, we know all the secrets of Hogwarts.”

 It was not a peaceful time for the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. After Mrs. Norris was petrified by the unknown creature and the threat of the Slytherin Heir being back written in blood was found on the wall, everybody lost their minds. Even though you really disliked Harry Potter who was believed to be in charge of consternation, you did not think it was his fault, neither you considered Malfoy being a part of it. Once you overheard him gossiping about it in the common room and trying to persuade Crabbe and Goyle that he was a self-proclaimed Heir. When he said that, you scoffed, hiding your grin behind the book you were reading and thought to yourself that the second years were absolutely insufferable. Draco’s bravado was the epitome of his youthful maximalism.

 Curious by nature, you could not stand the idea of being unaware of what was going on around you. The floor of the crime scene was prohibited for students to enter until the investigations were over, so you dedicated most of your time to doing the research in the library, picking the information about the Chamber of Secrets crumb by crumb, and trying to complete the puzzle. Unfortunately, you had not been able to find much, and it was driving you crazy. In one particular book, you read a legend about a beast which of many fearsome monsters was the most dangerous one. Basilisk, or the King of Serpents, was believed to reach a gigantic size and live many hundreds of years. Its killing methods were wondrous from biting with its venomous fangs to murdering its victims with a stare. The last part seemed especially intriguing to you, and it was the reason why you concentrated your attention on this paragraph. On the one hand, it looked similar to what had happened to the cat, but on the other, Madam Pomfrey said it had been petrified, not killed, which made your assumptions false. Moreover, you really did not think that Dumbledore would have allowed a monster in the castle. The mysterious Chamber of Secrets seemed like an old fairy tale students would tell each other late at night for fun, but when Tom and Michael mentioned that they knew all the secret things of Hogwarts, you decided to try your luck and ask them about your conspiracy theories. 

 They found your Achilles hill without much effort. Your curiosity was stronger than your common sense, and maybe it was the reason why you still did not close the diary and throw it away for good in the Room of Requirement.

 “Do you guys know anything about the Chamber of Secrets?”

 You bit your lower lip in anticipation and rested your chin on your hand, staring at the blank page.

 “What exactly do you want to know?”

 Well, shit, did the Chamber actually exist? It was the moment when you could ask them anything, but all the thoughts turned into incoherent flux you could not form into a proper sentence.

 Your handwriting became messier as you started writing, holding a quill tightly.

 “Is it really in Hogwarts? Who is the Slytherin Heir? Does Basilisk exist? I have done some research, but I’m not sure if my sources are reliable.”

 You put the quill aside and leaned back on your chair, placing your palms that involuntarily got all sweaty, on your uniform-clad thighs.

 “Well, well, what an eager girl we got here. You have too many questions for us, Y/N...”

 Crimson blush flushed across your cheeks at the pet name.

 “Could you, please, answer them?”

 You did not want to miss your only chance to find out the new information, even though it was obvious that you could not trust some random diary, which happened to be...only God knew what exactly it was. You figured that after you were done fishing for the new facts you would head to the library to check them out.

 “...too many questions, perhaps, we could answer. Since you’ve asked so nicely, we think we can show you what we know.”

 “Show me?”

 You did not know what to expect, maybe an essay on the Chamber of Secrets that would appear on the page, but certainly not the following lines:

 “As we have said, this diary is just a container of our memories. If you want us to answer your questions, tonight, at 1 a.m. you should go to the dungeon and bring it along with you. Open it on page twenty five and write “me videbunt*” in your blood.”

 Your heartbeat sped up. Sneaking late at night was not a problem for a prefect, but you doubted if you really needed to get involved in this suspicious venture.

 “Is it safe? I would rather prefer to find out who you two are before we could cooperate.”

 “Then it’s a good thing that you have plenty of time till 1 am.”

 You glanced at the big clock hanging on the wall with two snakes that represented hour and minutes hands. They showed 6:30 p.m. The reading room closed at 10.

 “Section 53. Raw 11. Shelf 9.” were the last words Tom and Michael left for you.

 xxx

 Sixth. Seventh. Eighth. Ninth. Your fingers walked on the book spines looking for the one that could tell you about the mysterious Slytherin students. None of the books seemed suitable for your purpose. They were on magical creatures, charms, transfiguration, and...the Triwizard Tournament. As soon as your fingertips brushed against the hardcover of it, the copper ornament of the diary you were holding against your chest with the free hand, heated up and scorched your palm. You gasped and looked at the reddened skin in confusion. Having picked the book from the shelf you made your way to a long table occupied by some Gryffindor students who shot pretentious glares at you as soon as you approached them. Without paying any attention to them, you took a seat, placed your bag on a bench next to you, and opened the book.

 The Tournament never really interested you. It was renowned for being extremely dangerous: champions had died while competing, and it was discontinued at some point due to the high death toll. However, it was revived in 1945 when wizards just like Muggles had to face the terror of WWII and needed something that would bring the most powerful Wizarding schools together and create the spirit of unity. You opened the table of content and scanned through the titles.

 “Champions of 1294”

 “No, it’s too early,” you thought to yourself, moving your finger down the page.

 “Champions of 1494” Skip.

 “Champions of 1792”Maybe? No, nothing.

 “Champions of 1945” It was the last tournament so far. You flipped through the pages, looking for the familiar names, eyes scanning every line.

 “Tom Marvolo Riddle, Slytherin champion, page 1055” and then “Michael Langdon, Slytherin champion. Disqualified. Page 1056.”

 On the mentioned pages there was a column written by a journalist from the Daily Prophet with a huge headline “Hogwarts champions have not outsmart the Goblet of Fire.”

 “Two seventh year students Tom Marvolo Riddle and Michael Langdon were so anticipated for the Triwizard Tournament that they decided to compel the Goblet of Fire for it to select them as Hogwarts Champions on September 25, 1945. Despite the outstanding performance of Confundus, only Mr. Riddle has been presented an honor to compete in the Tournament....”

 You could not finish reading the article, being too fascinated with the picture of two young boys smiling and waving their hands at you. You glanced at the description to figure out who was who. They looked very much alike: both were tall, dressed in the perfectly ironed Slytherin uniforms, and looking way too happy for those whose plan had not worked out. Even though the picture was black & white you could tell that Tom had dark hair, and Michael was blond. A cheeky smile on Michael’s full lips made you blush, and you rolled your eyes at your own reaction. You traced your fingers across the page, contouring their silhouettes pensively. They were extremely good looking. Tom did not win the tournament that year, but he and Michael certainly got their dose of glory.

 Did THEY really communicate with you via the diary? They mentioned that it was just a container of their memories, but how could it adapt to your questions if they had not been a part of the diary’s data?

  “Hey, Y/N,” you lifted your head up from the book at Thomas Finnigan, a Ravenclaw Prefect.

 “Yes?”

 “We’ll start the evening checkup in 20 minutes, okay? You take the fifth and sixth floors.”

 You blinked at him in confusion.

 “Wait, what? What time is it?”

 “Half past nine,” he curiously looked at the book you were reading, and you hurried to close it and put in under the Transfiguration textbook.

 “I must have got carried away,” you mumbled, still surprised that time had passed so fast. It was weird, you swore that you had come to the library at least thirty minutes ago.

 “Twenty minutes,” Thomas reminded you and left you alone with your thoughts.

 As soon as he left, you opened the same page with a picture of Tom and Michael. Having made sure that nobody was watching you, you took your wand out and cleared your throat.

 “Gemino,” and just like that, with a flick of your wrist, the photograph multiplied. You took the copy and hid it into the inner pocket of your robe.

 Half past nine. You still had some time.

 xxx

The best time of the day was when all students were in their common rooms, and you only had to stroll through the empty hallways checking if everything was alright. Your steps echoed in the distance, drawing the attention of the portraits who scrunched up their noses complaining that you were too loud, but you could care less. Being too caught up in your thoughts, you made your way to the moving staircases. You only needed to find Peter, the head of the prefects, fill out the daily report, and you would be done for the night. It felt like, with every step, the photograph in your pocket was heating up, sending the radiant waves of warmth down your spine, as a reminder that you were running out of time. Anticipation coiled in the pit of your stomach making you sick; you hold onto the staircase when it started moving in the direction of the fourth floor.

 They said they were Slytherin students and you saw the uniforms with your own eyes, so theoretically, you could trust them because there was an unspoken rule of Slytherins unconditionally respecting their mates.

 “The only person you should ever trust is yourself,” you whispered under your breath the reminder you and every Slytherin student lived by.

It was unsafe to sneak out this late when there was an unidentified entity that was petrifying students. Who knew, maybe in the darkness of the dungeons, it would attack you?

 You went downstairs and stormed into Professor Snape’s office where every day from 9 to 11 p.m Peter Goldberg was of filling out the reports. He was sitting on a tall chair, scraping on a piece of parchment.

 “Hey, Peter,” you threw your beg aside but did not pay attention to where it landed. By the sound of some pots falling over the table, you knew it was not going to be a nice morning for Professor Snape on the following day.

 Peter tsked at you.

 “Could you, please, be more careful for fuck’s sake?”

 “Everything’s fine out there, where’s the report?” You ignored the question, hopping on a chair next to him. He nodded at a pile of parchment in front of him.

 “If you manage to find it in this mess,” he waved his hand at the numerous papers flooding his desk, “you are welcome to fill it in.”

 “Why don’t you make some freshmen do all the paperwork for you?” You asked, looking through the pile of endless notes, important documents, drafts and what not.

 Peter tiredly rubbed the bridge of his nose.

 “Because they are stupid and incompetent,” he said it as if it was the most obvious thing. “If you want something to be done right, you need to do it yourself.”

 You hummed in response and spotted the corner of the sheet you were looking for on the opposite side of the desk. You leaned forward and took it out of the pile trying not to ruin it.

 “Then don’t complain about it,” you noted as you put your signature next to your name. “Here, all done.”

 Peter took the paper out of your hands and threw it on top of the folders. You watched him do it with your arms crossed across your chest, thinking it was no wonder that his desk was a mess.

 “What are you up to tonight?” He wondered without taking his eyes off the parchment.

 The question brought the thoughts of Tom and Michael back on your mind. In fact, they were always there, tempting you to say “yes” to the little rendezvous past midnight. You nervously chewed your bottom lip while taking a few steps towards your bag which was tossed on the floor.

 “Most certainly, sleep. I’ve been studying for O.W.L.s all day, and…”

You turned your head at Peter who clearly looked uninterested, being completely absorbed in work. Before you walked out of the class, you took your wand out and whispered “Scourgify” placing the papers in order.

 “No, no, no!” Peter shouted, his eyes wide open in terror, “these documents are charmed, they have to be sorted out manually, Y/N! That’s why I have been fucking with them all this time!”

 A road to hell is paved with good intentions.

 You did not know that, so you quickly stormed out of the classroom, giggling at Peter’s grunts behind the closed door.

“Sorry!”

 xxx

Of course, sleep was the last thing on your mind when you were lying in bed fully dressed in your black skinny jeans and a turtleneck. You were thankful for the canopy hiding you from the eyes of your roommates because dealing with unnecessary questions was not on the bucket list. The diary was right next to your thigh, tossed negligently on the white linen sheets. Your fingers lingered against the fabric searching for the photograph. You brought it to your face, looking at Tom and Michael for the hundredth time. It was obvious that you had made your decision right after you came from your night patrol and instead of changing into your pajamas, you put on your casual clothes.

 You: 0

Michael and Tom: 1

 It was 00:45 a.m. when you sat up on the bed and carefully listened to the sounds behind the thick curtains. You pulled the canopy aside and whispered “Quietus”, aiming at the sleeping girls. You clapped your hands in order to make sure that the charm had worked, and after no one reacted to the sound, you jumped off the bed and headed out to the common room.

 Sneaking on your tiptoes, you crept your way up the set of the stone steps to the door that was on the right side of the Entrance Hall (if coming down the marble staircase facing the front doors of the castle.) You gently pushed it, trying not to disturb the snoring portrait of the entrance guard.

 The blood in your temples was drumming so fast, you thought it was so loud that it could wake the entire Hogwarts up. You crossed your fingers, hoping that Snape was asleep. Filch was not a problem at all. The old twat was scared to go to the Slytherin dungeon, especially after his bloody cat had been petrified.

 It was so dark, almost impossible to see anything. You looked around and, taking a tight grip on your wand, whispered:

 “Lumos minima”

 A faint ball of light scorched at the pointy tip of your wand, lighting up your path. It was bright enough to see where you were going, yet dim not to attract attention. Your feet noiselessly glided along the stone floor. You did not know how deep you should have gone into the dungeon, so after you made sure that Snape’s classroom was left far behind you, you stopped and kneeled on the cold concrete. You slid the bag off your shoulder and took the quill and the diary out.

 1 a.m.

 You took a deep breath, and with slightly trembling fingers counted twenty-five pages. There it was. You smoothed the crispy sheet with your palm. Your hand sneaked onto the back pocket of your jeans, and you carefully drew a small razor blade out. Fuck. Did you really have to do it?  You prepared the quill and closed your eyes.

One. Two. Three.

 “Ouch!” You winced at the stinging pain when you slid the blade across your palm and a dribble of blood ran down your hand. You dipped the sharp point of the quill into the liquid and wrote down:

 “Me videbunt”

 You realized that you were holding your breath all the time. You inhaled a fetid air of the dungeon and leaned back on your hills. Nothing happened.

 “Vulnera Sanentur,” You murmured, healing the stinging cut.

 You heard your heavy breathing in the deafening silence, the drops of water dripping from the ceiling, and your mad heartbeat. The scarlet red inscription refused to disappear. You should have known better. It must have been a prank.

 “Me videbunt,” you mocked yourself, growling the words out through your gritted teeth. What an idiot. Annoyed, you grabbed the quill and showed it back into your bag. Right when you were about to close the diary and leave for good, you noticed that the writing started fading away. You dropped your bag and leaned forward, your nose inches away from the page. You could feel the copper smell of it. Blood started eroding the yellow sheet, and soon a bright light filled up the cracks on the page. It kept growing, spreading out beyond the edges of the notebook, enveloping everything around it. Including you. Before you could even blink, you were falling into the radiance.

 Boom.

 Your back hit a firm surface of what felt like marble. A dull pain pierced through you, and you moaned, rolling onto your side. Your fingers brushed against the floor and you scrunched up your nose at the sight of a disgusting goo covering your digits. What the fuck was that? You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked around.

 Your mouth fell open in shock. An enormous room sprawled out before you. A statue high as the Chamber itself loomed into view, standing against the back wall. It was ancient and monkeyish, with a long, thin beard that fell almost to the bottom of the wizard's sweeping stone robes, where two enormous grey feet stood on the smooth Chamber floor.* You could recognize the man in seconds. You had seen the portraits of him everywhere from history books to the packaging of chocolate frogs. It was Salazar Slytherin.

 Suddenly the sound of somebody’s steps drew your attention. You turned your head and saw a silhouette of a tall figure approaching you. Instinctively, your fingers slid down to the waistband of your jeans where your wand was tugged securely.

 “There’s no need to take your wand out,” a clear voice rang through the Chamber.

 You narrowed your eyes, trying to understand who the man was. When he came closer, you gasped, realizing that he was the one you saw in the picture. His black hair was laid in short smooth waves in contrast with his pale, porcelain skin. Dark piercing eyes were drilling through you, and you could not help yourself but think that you had never seen such mesmerizing color before. Two pristine stones of onyx that looked soulless. You gulped heavily, tightening the grip on the handle of your wand.

 “You’re Tom Riddle,” your voice sounded foreign to you.

 He reached his hand out to help you stand up. His touch was cold as ice. Nearly stumbling, you got to your feet, without taking your eyes off of his chiseled face.

 “What an honor to have such guest as you are, Ms. Y/L/M,” his full lips curled in a smirk.

 You put your hands on your waste, massaging the bruised pelvis, and nervously asked:

 “Where are we?”

 “In the Chamber of Secrets.”

 He let you take a few steps forward and whirl around to have proper look at the room. The Chamber looked fearfully impressive.

 “I don’t understand,” you muttered. “Does the professors know about it?“

 You looked at Tom, who was going around you in slow circles, like a predator hunting its prey, his eyes examining your body.

 “Of course they do. Dumbledore is not a fool to buy the idea of it being a myth. Salazar Slytherin built this Chamber centuries ago. It was the legacy of our faculty, I thought you had already known it.”

 “I didn’t know if I could take this information seriously. Nobody had been here before...”

 You stopped talking when Tom let out a chuckle.

 “Well, that’s where they have done their work,” his eyes twinkled devilishly, “they made sure to erase all evidence that two Hogwarts most talented students who made it to the Triwizard Tournament had opened the notorious Chamber of Secrets and awoken the beast.”

 A shiver ran down your spine. You looked at the goo covering the floor here and there and assumed it was Basilisk’s traces. You should have left right at that moment.

 “M-Michael did not make it as a champion,” you stuttered. Your intuition was particularly screaming that it was time to leave. Something was wrong about Tom and the way he stared at you.

 “Please, don’t remind him about that. He’s still so pissed,” Riddle playfully rolled his eyes.

 “What happened to you? Why are you here?” You were too scared to ask if he was alive. The icy touch of his hand left a weird sensation on your palm.

 Tom put his hands behind his back and with an ostentatiously serious look on his face explained:

 “Once upon a time,” you wondered if he ever talked without making everything sound so dramatic, “I had led a peaceful life as an average freshman of Slytherin, you know...pranked Gryffindor rivals, been the best student in class, “he winked at you. “Until one day, I heard a voice calling my name. Apparently, I was the only who could hear it, and at first, I thought I was mental... Little did I know that I was meant to understand Parseltongue, and it was Basilisk, calling for me, its only owner.” Tom grinned, showing his perfect white teeth.

 You looked at him with wide eyes.

 “But only the Slytherin Heir...”

 “Can tame the beast,” Riddle was so excited he could not even let you finish the sentence. “Yes, Yes, Yes!”

 Your head started spinning. The next moment you were aiming your wand at Tom.

 “I want to get out,” you hissed.

 Tom did not even move an inch. He glanced at your trembling hand and smirked.

 “Where are going, love?” a fake pout touched his lips. “Don’t you want to meet Michael? You seemed so eager writing those silly questions in our diary.”

 And just when he pronounced the last word, a loud crash roared through the Chamber. The stone mouth of the stature opened up, and you saw a large head of a snake crawling out of it. You cried out and backed off, moving your wand in the direction of the monster. The enormous serpent, bright, poisonous green, thick as an oak trunk, had raised itself high in the air and its great blunt head was weaving drunkenly between the pillars.** Fear, crushing onto your in destructive tides, made you numb and pinned you to your spot. You found yourself unable to move as if every muscle of your body was paralyzed.

 You heard Tom scoff “What a showoff,” and saw that there was a guy sitting on top of the snake’s giant head. The beast was so big that it almost took half of the room. It whipped its tail across the floor and bowed its head, letting the blond man jump off and gracefully lend on his feet.

 “I honestly think that he loves you more than me,” Riddle said, taking a few steps forward to stroke Basilisk’s scaly skin.

 “Well, if you weren’t a dick and accompanied him for the hunt, he would not be so putty in my hands.” A deep velvety baritone infiltrated your body, making your insides shiver.

 Michael Langdon was even more handsome in flesh than he was in the photograph. He was taller than Tom indeed, his long legs and broad torso resembled young Adonis. His jawline was so sharp that he could use it to cut your heart out of your chest.

 “And here is our little pen friend,” he mused and approached you with long, elegant strides. When he reached out his hands, you doubted if it was safe to touch him. However, being raised as a well-mannered lady, you did not want to seem rude. You were going just to shake his hand, but he covered your small palms with his large ones, squeezing them. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Y/L/N. We were afraid that you would not be able to bless us with your visit tonight.” The corners of his mouth twitched.

 “Frankly speaking, I doubted it, too,” you mumbled.

 “She had wanted to leave right before you came, Michael,” Tom scoffed, crossing his arms across his chest. Your eyes gleamed at him with annoyance. Riddle could have done better and kept his tongue behind his teeth, but he was a cheeky asshole who liked to exaggerate things.

 Michael folded his hands neatly behind his back.

 “Why is that? Has my friend treated you badly?” He tilted his head, amused by the way your cheeks turned pink.

 “No, no, I just...,” your eyes traveled from Riddle to Langdon back and forth. “Tom told me he was the Slytherin Heir, but I had been thinking that this whole thing with Salazar Slytherin was just another legend.”

 “We had always wanted to make it to the pages of the magical books,” he ran his fingers through his soft blond locks. “It was just the matter of time and our creativity how we would do it.”

 “How did you find the Chamber? Why are you still here? How fucking old are you?” Your voice betrayed you and you almost yelled the last question at the top of your lungs.

 “Basilisk showed me the entrance,” Tom explained. “I had to tell Michael after he had caught me sneaking out late at night.”

 Langdon nodded.

 “If you had not told me we would’ve never become immortal,” a self-satisfied smirk touched his lips when he noticed your reaction. “I was the one who came up with a plan to trap our souls here and create the diary as a messenger.”

“Why would you want to rot in the dungeons?” You asked confusedly.

“We are not rotting here if you haven’t noticed yet” his fingers danced across his smooth, porcelain cheeks. “It was for safety. If it had not been for Tom’s youthful soul in this Chamber, Harry Potter would have killed him on that night eleven years ago...”

Your heart galloped in your chest like a dozen of horses, eyes skimmed through the room, looking for the exit. Basilisk was too close, and Tom and Michael had wands, so it was difficult to escape.

“…now we can entice him just like you, end his pathetic life and come alive in our full glory.”

You had not even think your plan over when you shouted:

“Expelliarmus!”

 “Protego Maxima!” Tom pointed his hand skyward, conjuring up an impregnable magical protection barrier that knocked you over in the blink of an eye.

You heard an audible noise that resembled a loud crack, and suddenly a pair of strong arms wrapped around you and wrestled your wand out of your hand. It was prohibited to apparate within Hogwarts until the Headmaster decided otherwise. What sort of dark magic Tom and Michael possessed?

“Why don’t you want to play nicely?” Langdon whispered in your ear, wrapping his hand around your neck, nearly suffocating you; you desperately clang on his arm, trying to break free, but it only made him press his fingers tighter, leaving crescent marks on your tender skin.

“This is not the right way to treat your fellow Slytherins,” Tom hissed, removing the bright shield.

“I think we should teach her a lesson.”

Michael’s body was pushed against your back; the dark lapels of his robes enveloped your limbs like a midnight mist, and your mouth hanged open when he rolled his hips, giving you a hint on what he had meant by his suggestion to teach you manners.

 “Do you think they still have fun like we used to, Tom?” he asked cheekily, his hand sliding down your head, petting you almost lovingly, and then tangling his fingers in your hair. He brushed the strands into a loose ponytail and yanked your head back, bringing it close to his lustful mouth. Plush lips pressed soft, teasing kisses and then moved behind your ear, leaving burning kisses along the way, making your pussy throb and a burst of your juices soak through your panties. No fucking way. You gasped in shock, being embarrassed by the reaction of your body.

 Riddle smirked. He stood several inches away from you, admiring the way Michael pinned you to your place like a lepidopterist who collected the finest butterflies. You were their butterfly indeed. Young and beautiful. They would make sure to rip your wings off. He traced his pale, slender digits along the waistband of your jeans and hooked the wool hem of your turtleneck, untugging it from your pants. The muscles of your lower abdomen tensed involuntarily in a weak attempt to refuse him from the touch.

 “Oh, I don’t know, Mikey,” he slowly sunk to his knees, putting himself to the same level with your clothed crotch. He rolled your top up and slid his palms down your sides, countering every curve of your feminine body. From this angle his face looked sharper, the hollows of his cheeks were ethereally deep. “Let’s ask our lady, shall we?” He pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses to your belly, nuzzling into soft, warm skin. You gasped; bucking your hips forward, but Michael grounded you with his hands that he put on your pelvis.

 “Do you, little sluts, still sneak into the boys' dorms to play truth or dare, and then blow them when you get a dare, honey?” Riddle mewled and looked up at you with a carnivorous smile on his face. You did not even listen, being too caught up in a torturing discrepancy of muttering silent “no’s” to them and leaning into their arms at the same time. Michael trapped your earlobe between his teeth and cupped your face in his hands, petting your cheek with a thumb.

 “He asked you a question, doll,” he slightly bent his knee and you gasped in shock when he spread your legs with it and made you straddle his thigh. His kneecap was pressed several inches away from your aching center. You clothed your eyes and threw your head back, resting it in the crook of his neck and moaned as Michael started slightly rocking you back and forth.

 “I don’t know...oh,” your eyes fluttered open, when Tom cupped your sex with his left hand, applying just enough pressure to your clit, making you bolt up in Michael’s arms. He arched his brow at you, urging you to speak up. “W-we don’t do that,” you gasped and turned your head at Michael, nearly bumping noses with him, when his fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled the fly down. Looking at him pleadingly, you shook your head, but he only winked at you and maneuvered his hand under the waistband of your panties.

 “Oh my God,” he raised his voice a few octaves higher in a mocking manner, swiping his digits along your wet folds, collecting the wetness. From that moment you knew it was useless for you to try to say no. Your body betrayed you. The tip of his finger circled around your center, almost entering it and then pulling away teasingly to stroke your labia. His left arm was wrapped around your waist possessively, holding you in place. You bit your lower lip and hang your head low, letting your hair cover your flushed face that was burning with humiliation and embarrassment. “Look at it, Tom. She is practically soaked.” He removed his fingers with a sloppy, obscene sound, and you whimpered brokenly at the loss of contact, not being able to believe that you were THAT aroused. Michael showed Riddle his index and middle fingers, parting them to demonstrate the thin threads of your juices sticking to the tips of his digits.

 Tom tsked, tilting his head to the side. He raised from his knees and harshly grabbed you by your chin, forcing you to look up at him. Silvery tears blinked in your doe-like eyes making them look even bigger, even more innocent.

 “Don’t even try to persuade us that you aren’t enjoying this,” he hissed, and for a brief second he resembled a snake with his narrowed eyes and flared nostrils. The Slytherin Heir indeed. He held your chin so brutally, you were sure it would bruise afterwards. “Pretty little slut, it’s a shame you haven’t been gang banged before. Our legacy has been failed,” he pouted, gliding his thumb against your lower lip. As he started undoing his belt, Michael’s hand slid back into your panties.

 “We like destroying pretty things,” he whispered in your ear while massaging your clit in lazy circles, the back of his hand outstretching the thin lace. His luscious lips moved down to your neck, and you whimpered when he bared his teeth and playfully nibbled on your skin, velvet tongue immediately licking the bruised spot. “And you are very pretty.”

 He removed his slick-covered hand and traced it up to your breasts, rolling your turtleneck up higher to expose more of your skin. He tugged your bra down and brushed his thumb over your sensitive nipple. You moaned and bucked your hips forward to get some friction against his thighs, but as he ground his cock against your ass, you involuntarily motioned back to meet his thrust.

 “Just like that,” he cooed, teasingly slapping your right breast. “Good girl, keep rutting your hips, baby.”

 His hand fell down on your abdomen, and he pressed you against his stomach, making you feel every inch of his erection. It was the point of no return. You wriggled your hips and spread your legs a bit wider, so your pussy would get more contact with the fabric of Michael’s slacks.

 “See? She’s turning into an obedient little slut,” he chuckled and turned his head at Tom, who was watching you and Michael while stroking his cock that he pulled out from his pants a moment earlier. Chewing his bottom lip, he savored every movement of your hips, looking at you hungrily. There was always an unspoken competition between him and Michael, even though they were best friends. When Tom had become one of the Triwizard Champions it was not only his moment of glory but his time to outsmart Langdon who had always seemed to have the best girls, grades, and what not.

 “At least he’s not the Slytherin Heir,” he used to tell himself when another group of girls was whispering about Michael being “insanely good in bed” in the common room where Riddle was trying to study.

 “Enough of that,” he growled in annoyance, and with the snap of his fingers, a thick white mattress appeared on the floor before you. Tom stood on it with his polished shoes and nodded his head at Michael. “Put her on her knees. I want her to blow me.”

 Michael put his large hands on your shoulders and firmly guided you down. Your legs felt weak from the sensation Langdon had been causing to your clit, so you nearly stumbled when he forced you to your knees; the mattress dented under the press of your weight. You instinctively put your hands forward for leverage, placing yourself on all fourth. Tom’s long, hard cock with a bright pink head glistening with pearls of precum was inches away from your lips. He put two fingers under your chin, making you look up at him. His stare was so intense that you found yourself opening your mouth as if you were hypnotized, which he used to his advantage and ran the tip of his shaft along your parted lips.

 “If you bite me or don’t try your best to please me, I’ll feed you to Basilisk,” your eyes wandered to the side in the direction of the large snake curled up several feet away from you. “Understood?”

 You gulped heavily and nodded. Starting off slowly, you gave him the first kitten licks, tasting the salt of his foreskin on your taste buds. You wrapped your lips tightly around the head and gave it a gentle suck, hollowing your cheeks to create a vacuum. Riddle hissed at the warm enveloping sensation covering his cock with each bob of your head. You continued sliding down, trying to fit as much of him as possible, but you had to stop mid-way to help yourself with one hand, stroking the impressive length, and went back to his tip, swirling your tongue in the same rhythm you were jerking him off with. You pulled away to pay attention to his shiny slit and softly brushed it with your thumb, smearing his arousal.

 Meanwhile, Michael pulled your panties to the side and blew on your aching core, making both of your holes clench around nothing. He parted your folds, dipping his long fingers into your wetness, before he thrust two of them inside you, making you whine around Tom’s cock. It was so unexpected that you slightly brushed your teeth over his sensitive flesh, and the next moment you knew he slipped his dick out of your mouth and gave you a hard slap across your cheek.

 “Watch your fucking teeth!” He looked at you with so much rage and anger in his eyes that your insides flattered in fear. He slapped your lower lip with the tip of his cock and then traced it to your flushed, crimson cheek.

 A loud “smack” accompanied with a wet, obscene sound of the mix of your saliva and Tom’s precum made your head dizzy. Tears started streaming down your face, and you tried to blink them away, and what was more important, not to meet the heavy gaze of Riddle’s jet black eyes.

 Michael seemed to know what exactly he was doing. Tom and he had always been different with girls. His friend liked it hard and rough, while Michael could perfectly do both: edge a pretty girl from dusk till dawn until she was a whining mess under him or fuck the living shit out of her. It was all about his mood. That was why before you appeared in the Chamber, they had agreed that he would do all your preparation. Michael watched Riddle and you attentively, noticing the way your shoulders trembled as you took Tom back into your mouth, how you instinctively parted your legs and pushed your pussy out on a full display for him.

 He slid the panties down to your ankles, where your jeans were pooling and spread your ass cheeks. His soft, velvet tongue licked a wide stripe from your puffy clit to a clenched, puckering asshole, making you shift forward and choke on Riddle’s cock. It fell out from your mouth, and your head nearly banged against the mattress. You whined, shaking with every cell of your body, when Langdon’s tongue swirled around your clit as if he was licking off the tastiest weep cream, and then his lips closed around it, sucking gently. Your nails dug into the mattress, and you closed your eyes shut in a pathetic attempt to stay in this reality and not to drift off into the sea of pure, electric pleasure. You could not let yourself do that. Not when Riddle was still before you, waiting for you to recollect yourself and finish him. But Michael was so good. He was lapping up on your dripping pussy, drinking from it as if your juices were the sweetest nectar and your wet, puffy folds — the ripest peaches he was glad to savor.

 “Oh my God,” you cried out when he added two fingers at once while still sucking on your clit. He pumped them in and out a couple of times and then crooked them inwards, brushing right against the spongy spot inside you. It took Michael mere seconds to figure out how exactly you liked to be pleasured. He spread his fingers like scissors and used the heel of his palm to press it against your clit — each time he moved his digits, it stimulated your bundle of nerve. His flushed cock that was laying heavily in the crease of his pelvis, twitched at the sound of moans you were producing.

 The ticklish sensation in your stomach became almost unbearable. You tried to hold it back in order not to give Michael and Tom the pleasure of mocking you for cumming from there manipulations, but you knew you were destined to lose. Feeling the pressure unwinding deep inside you, you hurried to stuff your mouth with Riddle’s cock to silence your loud scream. Moaning around his length, you let go off your orgasm, letting it break through the dam and flood you with an earth-shattering pleasure. Your pussy quivered around Michael’s fingers, hips bucked in convulsions as you exploded into million pieces under him. Of course, it did not go unnoticed.

 “Such a good girl,” Langdon hummed approvingly and pulled his fingers out. Tom beckoned him and looked down at you, admiring the view of your flushed face and a fucked out look in your eyes. He took his cock out of your mouth, and let Michael bring his finger to your puffy, abused lips.

 “Suck,” he ordered, and the blond man shoved his digits into your mouth, your tongue instinctively wrapping around them. You looked at Tom with wide eyes, but you did not really see him. You felt like floating, euphoria fogged your mind and did not allow you to think straight. Riddle thought if he had slapped you at that moment you probably would not have reacted.

 Michael bent over, pressing his bare torso against your back to make sure he got a full view of your eager mouth tasting your cum off his fingers. He shoved them down your throat and outstretched your cheek with his thumb just for the sake of seeing how much of him you could take.

 “The wetter they get, the less it’s gonna hurt,” he whispered in your ear. You sucked harder, coating his pads with your saliva. The taste of your own juices, Tom’s cock, and Michael’s skin was extremely arousing. You felt the wetness pooling between your thighs again and mentally slapped yourself for being such a whore. Even the fear of anal did not stop you from secretly wanting it.

 When Langdon decided it was enough, he removed his fingers from your mouth and got back to his position behind you. He gently pushed on the small of your back, making you arch your spine a bit more. While you were still relaxed and pliant from your orgasm, he used this opportunity to bring his fingers to your tight asshole and slowly massaged it. You whined and covered your burning face with your hands, trying to hide the embarrassment.

 “Relax,” Michael playfully tapped your ass cheek and in circular motion penetrated your entrance to the first knuckle. Just a tip to start with. You involuntarily clenched around him, not being able to relax. Every muscle of your body was chained to anticipation and fear of the unknown. Was it going hurt? Tom and Michael were big, and you doubted that your tight little hole could handle them both.

 “I said, relax,” he used the rest of his fingers to reach to your clit and tease it. Your body reacted immediately, visibly relaxing from his touch.

 Tom who was stroking his cock in front of your face, chuckled amusingly.

 “Why don’t you occupy her? If you keep her distracted, she won’t clench that asshole.”

 You hated that they spoke about you in the third person as if you were not there, as if you were nothing but a fuck toy for them. Your head flew up when you felt the tip of Michael’s cock against your pussy. You looked over your shoulder to meet the stare of his icy blue eyes.

 “I think it’s a wonderful idea,” he mused, rubbing the head along your sensitive folds.

 Without taking his eyes off of you, he slipped inside your heat with his finger still buried in your asshole. He went past the first rim of your sphincter and froze for a second to let you adjust. You could swear there were stars before your eyes. Never had you ever felt so full in your entire life. His cock, judging by the feeling of it, was as big and Riddle’s one, deliciously stretching you out with every inch of its lengh.

 “That’s it,” Tom grinned and sank to his knees before you to cup your face in his hands, lifting it up from the mattress. “Relax, little slut. Let him fill you up nice and hard.” He dropped his one hand to get a grip of his cock. Stroking it lazily, he started jerking himself off to the obscene sound of Michael’s flesh slapping against your ass.

 Langdon snapped his hips forward and started building up a steady rhythm of thrusts and his manipulations with your asshole. You were taking him so well, he spread you out for him to watch his cock disappearing in and out of your pussy, claiming it as his. Each roll of his hips hit right at your sweet spots. When he slowed down to give you especially deep thrusts, you lost your mind. You cried out and shook your head so violently that Tom had to let go off of your face. Tears spilled out from the corners of your eyes, and you cried out a loud “Michaeeeeel,” at the top of your lungs. You felt so week that you did not even have the strength to clench the tight ring of muscles when he added his middle finger. Working his way, Langdon never stopped the movement of his hips, drawing loose figure-eights and swaying them back and forth.

 Tom’s hand, wrapped around his hard-on, was sliding along his shaft with a sloppy sound; he stroked the underside of it where a thick throbbing vein was located, and a low groan instantly fell from his lips. He closed his eyes in pure bliss and threw his head back, messing his short raven hair up. His agonizingly beautiful face was contoured in pleasure as he drove himself closer to his orgasm.

 “Open your mouth,” he ordered and stood up on his feet. Somehow, you managed to obey and did as he had told you, sticking your tongue out for him. Your breasts bounced vulgarly with every thrust of Michael’s cock. The fact you were still half-dressed (in tugged turtleneck and jeans around your ankles) and thus looked like a filthy whore who was ready to be fucked wherever and whenever Langdon and Riddle wanted to, was driving you crazy. You watched the way Tom’s cock with a purple tip throbbed and twitched in his palm, indicating his upcoming release.

 Everything happened simultaneously. Michael’s free hand covered your clit and rolled it between his fingers, his digits in your ass massaged it in a matching rhythm with his hips, sending you to the edge in seconds. Right at that moment, when your pussy started pulsing around Langdon’s cock, Tom came with a loud moan, painting your face with white ribbons of his cum. Some of it got on your tongue and lips, but you did not dare to lick it all off without his command. His hand yanked your head back roughly, and he made sure that cum covered not only your mouth but your prominent cheekbones as well.

 “Drop dead gorgeous,” he praised and gave your wet, cum-stained cheek a light slap. He collected the pearly beads with his thumb and pressed it against your tongue. “Here, have a taste.”

 You felt extremely sensitive, it was almost painful for you to take Michael who sped up his thrusts. Sucking on Tom’s fingers as if they were a fucking pacifier, you wriggled your hips, trying to give him a silent hint that it was all too much for you, but ended up taking him even deeper.

 “Fuck,” Langdon swore, and with the last sway of his hips, he spilled inside you. You felt his cock pulsing, and even though you had already finished, your pussy clenched around him one more time, squeezing every drop of cum out of him. Sweat beaded on your forehead, the remains of clothes stuck to your body like the second skin. Michael’s load filled you up to the brim, and when he finally pulled out, it was dripping out of you slit down to your thighs, covering your skin like shiny pearls. He removed his fingers from your asshole as well, leaving you undeniably open and stretched out for him.

 As soon as he loosened the grip on your pelvis, you fell onto the mattress, breathing heavily. Lying there like a useless toy with your arms and legs bent outwards, the only thing that you wanted was to go back to your dorm and sleep for days. Exhaustion crushed onto you like a tsunami, destroying the remains of your pride and dignity. Your limbs were numb, jelly-like, and you winced at the dull ache in your core when you tried to close your legs.

 A pair of strong arms scooped you from the mattress and forced you into a sitting position as if you were nothing but an obedient puppet. You scrunched up your nose, a broken, disappointed moan slipped off your lips, as Tom grabbed the hem of your turtleneck and pulled it up to take it off completely. At least, it became easier to breathe. You ran your fingers through your hair, trying to brush the combs, but soon realized that it was a waste of time. Your hand dropped helplessly on your thigh where numerous purple bruises from Michael’s grip started to bloom across your skin. Riddle’s cum mixed with your tears began to dry on your cheeks, giving you an unpleasant tingling, and you tried to wipe it off with the back of your palm. What a mess.

 Michael gracefully dropped on his knees. He grabbed your left foot in his hand and gently traced his fingers up from your toes to the area between the heel and the ball, stroking you and moving up to your ankle. He helped you get rid of your jeans and tossed them aside on the cool floor of the Chamber.

 “Please, I can’t do this,” you whispered, shaking your head. They clearly were not done with you, but you were afraid that you would eventually pass out if they continued assaulting your further.

 Langdon leaned forward and sensually caressed your cheek, running his fingers along your jaw until he reached the velvet of your lips. You looked up at him through hooded leads and sighed. It was the first time when he actually kissed you. His soft, plush lips brushed against yours passionately, he grabbed you by your chin and slightly tilted your head to deepen the kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, tasting you. He caught your lower lip between his teeth and playfully bit on it, drawing a couple of drops of blood and immediately licking them off. Having spread your legs with his knee, Michael nestled between your thighs and pulled away from you with a barely audible moan. He was good at playing the game where he soothed, deceived you and made you think he was going to be nice with you, but then ruined you completely.

“You can and you will, baby,” his beautiful blond hair was disheveled, pupils blown and obscured with lust and desire. He palmed your breasts and looked down at them to enjoy the way they bounced in his hands.

 “As if she has a choice,” Tom scoffed, positioning himself behind you. “C’mon Michael, we need to hurry, otherwise, you will have to finger her ass again.”

 “Not that I would mind,” a cheeky grin spread across Langdon’s lips, and he placed an open-mouthed kiss on your cum-stained cheek before he leaned back on his heels to give Tom more space.

 Riddle wrapped his left arm around your shoulders and used his right one for leverage when he lied back on the mattress and brought you closer to his chest. He bent his knees and plant his feet on the soft surface to not only help himself balance, but also position himself more comfortably behind you. When he was steady, he spread your legs wider, putting his erect cock right at your clenching entrance. You were on a full display for Michael who was standing right between your things. A blush bloomed across your cheeks when you saw the way his lips curled into a smirk at the view of your glistening slit and loose asshole. You wished the cool floor of the chamber could swallowed you up in flames from how embraced you were. A shiver jolted through your spine when you felt the head of Tom’s cock pressing against your little hole. You held your breath and looked at Michael with wide eyes.

 “All the way in,” he said in a sing-song tone, watching how marvelously your body was adjusting to Riddle’s size. You gasped and closed your eyes shut, gripping at the mattress beneath you so tightly, your knuckles turned white. Despite that fact that Michael had prepared you, it still hurt like hell. You cried out, and Tom let go off your hips for a second to take his time and spit on his palm. Having smeared the saliva all over his cock and your opening, he proceeded to penetrate you. You trashed and wriggled your butt on top of him, making it almost impossible for him to thrust up.

 “Keep fucking still,” he grunted in your ear and then sank his teeth into the soft flesh of your shoulder, leaving a burgundy red print. It was a lost battle from the very beginning. You knew it was over for you when Michael shifted towards and wrapped his fingers around your ankles like shackles.

 “Shhh,” he cooed and leaned forward to give your nipples small kitten lips. He looked at you through his curly fringe, catching your gaze, and swirled his pink tongue around your hardening buds. “Be a good little slut, sugar.”

 “This is too much,” you sobbed, throwing your head back on Tom’s shoulder. His hair was tickling your ear every time he shifted, trying to find the right position, and you could feel his chest rising and falling with every rapid breath.

 “You can complain all you want,” Michael arched his brows. “Look at yourself,” his slender fingers traced from your chin down to your sharp collarbones, tense stomach and lower, to your pussy. “He has penetrated you with just a tip of his cock, and you are already wet.” And just to demonstrate the shameful truth he collected the wetness of your slit and showed it to you.

 “I’m not even surprised, Michael...oh, fuck,” Tom moaned as he continued sinking into your asshole. “Whores like her would sell their souls to the Devil for a chance to be split on a good, fat cock. And you, sweetheart,” he emphasized the pet name with a thrust of his hips, bouncing you on his length, “have the privilege to take two at once, so if I were you, I would be more appreciative.”

 When he bottomed all the way down, Riddle stopped to brush his wet hair off his forehead and take a breath. He started off slowly, rolling his hips in lazy circles. Michael’s fingers were nothing in comparison with the feeling of a real cock in your asshole. The dull pain started to fade away, and the first moan of pleasure escaped your throat, when Tom bucked his hips up, going a bit deeper.

 Langdon could not take his eyes off of you two. You were a panting mess in the arm of his friend who was doing his best not to let go of all his self-control and fuck the living shit out of you. Michael knew Tom was going to snap soon. He licked his lips and helped you bring your knees up towards your chest and rest your feet on the tops of Tom’s knees for extra support. This position allowed the Slytherin Heir to enter you at a particularly sharp angle and brush the tip of his cock against all the sensitive spots inside you. His hand reached down to his cock, and he pulled it out but just to thrust his shaft right back in.

 “C’mon, dude, stuff the bitch up,” he growled, his hand cupping your breast and squeezing it hard.

 Riddle did not have to repeat twice. Michael aligned himself with your entrance and filled you up in one swift motion. Your eyes rolled back into your head, and the scream that tore up your chest was so loud that even Basilisks shifted in his spot. Tom and Michael moaned in unison, thriving off your whimpers and pleas. Their hands roamed over your body, playing with oversensitive nipples, pulling your hair, griping on your sides and trembling thighs. They were everywhere. The air was thick and smelled like sex, suffocating you. Your head was spinning.

 Your mouth fell agape when you looked down and started watching Michael’s cock thrusting in and out of your throbbing core, feeling you to the brim. Your muscles were sore, and if it had not been for him and Tom holding you firmly, you would have already collapsed. When it was clear that you were no longer hurting and moans of pleasure rang through the room, bouncing off the stone walls, they started fucking you like two animals, devouring your insides. You felt dirty: the sloppy sound that was filling the Chamber was the result of Michael’s cum, your arousal and so much saliva that it was drooling down your thighs on the mattress. Red, white and back dots danced before your eyes, as you orgasmed around two pulsing cocks with a cry. It hit you so unexpectedly that for a second you stopped breathing and wrapped your arms around Michael’s neck with such strength he had to hiss at you in a warning.

 “No, no, no more,” you begged as he covered your clit with his hand and started rubbing on it harshly.

 “Keep milking my cock, slut,” Langdon pulled away, unlocking your embrace, and laced his hand around your neck. He kept slamming inside you at animalistic speed, and Tom was trying to match the pace. You were clenching around Riddle so violently that he was on the verge of losing his mind. He ground your hips against him, making you take him and Michael as deep as possible. The more they pushed your legs towards your chest, the shallower the penetration was. Their long, hard dicks hit all the perfect sports at once, and if you had not already been so oversensitive, you would have found it enjoyable, but since three groundbreaking orgasms had pierced through you, you were a goner.

 They did not listen to you at all. Competing who would bring you to your fourth orgasm of the night, Tom and Michael went all the way in. Langdon towered over you, his nostrils flared with each thrust of his hips, blue eyes stared right through you. Every moan they elicited from you stroke their egos and urged them to go deeper. Harder.

 The sensation of two cocks moving inside you, stuffing you to the hilt was indescribable. When Tom pulled out and spread your ass cheeks to demonstrate Michael his stretched out you were, you nearly blacked out.

 “You were fucking born for this,” Riddle praised you, venom dripping through every word.

 You knew they were getting close by the way their movements became more hectic, uneven, they started to slow down and switched to deliciously long, hard thrusts. You gritted your teeth and with a deep sigh gathered the remains of all your strength. You were going to hold on and let them finish.

 Michael pelvis rubbed against your clit as he kept pounding you, and although you thought it was impossible for you to cum one more time, the build-up pressure was about to unwind.

 Three. Two. One. And that was it. The pressure of their cocks inside your ass and pussy became unbearable and you exploded into million pieces, quivering around them so hard that Tom and Michael followed you right after. Hot loads of cum were shot inside you, filling you up and spilling out, running down your thighs. You saw Michael’s face contorted in bliss, and the thought of how painfully beautiful he looked at that moment made you shiver and bite the inside of your cheek in order to suppress another moan.

 “Don’t pull out,” he told Tom while looking down at your core. They stayed inside you for about a minute, which seemed like an eternity for you, ignoring your whines. Michael watched the mix of their cum dripping out of your folds in awe.

 They pulled out carefully, trying their best to keep the liquid inside you. The sudden feeling of emptiness was extremely uncomfortable.

 “Close your legs,” Riddle whispered, and you obeyed, clenching your thighs to make sure that every drop of cum was secured. He rolled you off himself, and you tiredly sprawled out on the mattress with your hands between your legs, sighing under your breath at how wet and sticky you were.

 Your throat was burning from your cries, an extremely rough blowjob, and dehydration in general. As soon as your cheek touched the soft material, you closed your eyes and wished upon solitude and peace. At that moment you did not even care if they killed you. Being too fucked out, your brain was unable to function, and your sore body refused to feel anything but numbness. You heard them saying something, but you were not sure if they were addressing you. Everything was spinning. The dark colors of the Chamber swirled around you, turning into one dark spot, which enveloped you like an abyss, shutting off your ability to see or hear anything. It was only you and darkness that you were thankful for, because it wrapped you in its arms and kissed your temples, dragging you deeper into oblivion. Away from Michael and Tom.

xxx

“Y/N, wake up! Wake up, you are gonna be late for Transfiguration!”

 “Is she dead?”

 “Shut up, Pansy, of course, she is not. Wake up, sleeping beauty!”

 You slowly opened your eyes meeting the worried stares of your roommates. The girls stood around you in a small circle, the look on their faces showed their surprise that you, a Slytherin prefect, had overslept for the first time in ages.

 “I-...” you licked your dried lips and cleared your throat, wincing at the burning pain in your throat.

 “Are you alright? Do we need to take you to Madam Pomfrey?”

 You shook your head at pulled the blanket up higher to cover yourself up. The memories of the previous night flashed before your eyes, and your hands flew up to your cheeks, searching for the traces of cum. The skin was smooth as silk.

 “Yes, thank you, I am fine… I just overslept” your voice sounded low and raspy, but you managed to give the girls a weak smile, and soon enough they left you alone, so you could get dressed.

 It took you a couple of minutes to calm down your mad heartbeat and lift the covers up to look down at your body. The ache between your legs and the overall feeling of exhaustion indicated that the view was not going to be pretty.

 “Oh my God,” you gasped at the sight of your stomach that was blooming with purple irises of hickeys and bruises. They were all over your breasts — and you were sure the neck too — abdomen, and thighs. You spread your legs carefully and touched your core with your fingers, moaning at how puffy and sore your folds were. You pressed your head into the pillow and let out a muffled groan. It was not a dream after all. The presence of their cocks inside you was as tangible as ever.

 Your legs felt like jello when you slowly put them on the wooden floor. Closing your eyes tiredly, you shook your head, letting it fall down in your palms. What were you supposed to do? Tell Dumbledore? Tom and Michael were two psychopaths, and whatever the plan they had, it was not going to turn out good for any of you. The first thing that seemed right to do was to take a shower and wash the ghost of their touches off your body.

 The water was soothing, sliding down your sides, and with a deep sigh, you sank to your knees on a tile floor. You could not tell anybody because in that case, you would also have to confess what a filthy whore you had been when you had cum on both cocks.

 After a long hot shower, you wrapped your body in a soft, fluffy blanket and made your way to the empty dorm. You needed to get rid of the diary, just throw it away into the depth of the Room of Requirement, and forget the entire experience like a bad dream. “Well, not so bad,” your heart skipped a beat at the thought, and you groaned at your own ignorance.

 xxx

 “Out of sight, out of mind,” you murmured, standing in the Room of Requirement with the diary in your hand. The cover was warm, and when you smoothed it with your fingers, for a second it seemed like the notebook was pulsing, as if it was a living creature.

 You closed your eyes and turned around, so your back would face the numerous piles of the things students had left in the room throughout the years. Your unclenched your fingers and threw the diary as far as you could behind yourself. It landed somewhere with a thud.

 “That’s it,” you stormed your way out of the Room, and headed to your next class, trying not to limp and considering if Obliviate would be the best charm to perform in order to forget that night.

 But did you really want to erase Riddle and Langdon from your mind? The blond and the brunette. They were like coffee and milk, enigmatic, and incredibly dangerous. You definitely needed some time to recover before you could think straight again. For the rest of the day, you were completely zoned out.

 xxx

“Excuse me,” a high-pitched tone interrupted your conversation with Winona Flint who was a sister of Marcus, a Slytherin seeker. You turned your head at the intruder to see a second-year boy who was holding a package in his hands.

 “Hey, what’s up?” You wondered, and raised your finger up, asking your friend to pause the story she was telling you.

 “I was told to give this to you,” he handed you the package, and you took it from his hands with a frown.

 It did not have any address on it, just a plain wrapping paper; the gift was anonymous. You quickly tore up the packaging and almost dropped it on the floor when your fingers brushed against the familiar hardcover.

 “Who sent you to me?” your voice cracked.

 “Y/N? Are you alright?” Winona asked, having noticed your reaction. She curiously looked over your shoulder to examine the gift. “What’s that?”

 “Tom Riddle and Michael Langdon,” the boy answered. “They said it was yours.”

 You were in for one hell of a ride.

*Let me see (Latin)

**J.K. Rowling Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

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[darkpersonapeace]

What’s a headcanon for “It’s Called Home” that’s unlikely to make it into the actual fic??

Oh!! Thanks for the ask! 😭💖 Okay, so, there are two (both of them I have written scenes but they will never make it to the story because of reasons): 

First: Ed and Rose's relationship. In It's called home Ed and Rose are more like fuck buddies than actual boyfriend and girlfriend. Ed have been friends with Rose for a while, when one night she suggest they be more than that, with no strings attached. Ed is not doing anything, so why not? it works for a while -here Rose is not the hopeless in love, she's just a girl looking for fun and Ed is hot and there - but they are more friends than anything and Ed has to spent too many hours at the lab and their timing doesn't work anymore, so they end things friendly. I did wrote like four scenes about this but then I eventually took it out because 1) I'd have to go too deep into the angsty and all Winry's feeling about this and I just and what happy fluffy Edwin and  2) I did not want to create the female rivalry between Winry and Rose; I refuse to do that with two strong females. 

Second: A missing scene that I wrote but I couldn't connect to the story so eventually I took it out: A week after Winry's robbed, Ed shows up at Garfield's in the middle of the night (like two a.m) while Winry is working; he says that Socket/Jack is feeling sick and Al asked him to buy some meds and he's just passing by and hey gearhead, you're finishing up already? I'll walk you home. Two days later, Winry finds Al in the hallways and asks him about Socket/Jack and Al's like I slept at Mai's last night and

“But he said you sent him” Winry looked puzzled “It was late, why would Ed lie?”

“I don’t know” Al shrugged.

“There was no reason for him to be walking around the campus and happened to pass by shop in the middle of the night on a Tuesday, Al”

“He didn’t hand you anything? You know, like a book or a report or something about the project?”

“No, he just-” Winry sighed, irritated and worried about her next class, she would probably be late “He just showed up, said about Socket and the meds, and then he walked me home”

“Ah”

“What?” Confusion was the word of the morning.

Al stared at Winry, his shoulders slumping, brows raised.  

“So, you’re telling me” Al said with a sarcastic voice “my brother, the most irritable person on the planet, was woken up by me – even though I wasn’t home – to buy meds for Jack - a cat he hates -  and ended up at your shop and then decided to walk you home – even if it’s in the opposite direction of our apartment – just because he was feeling like and it that had nothing to do with you getting robbed and assaulted last week?”

When Winry stared at him in silence, Alphonse sighed heavily turning his back to her “Honestly, I don’t know which of you is denser than the other��

And that's when Al decides to make a bet with Paninya. 

Ps: I have no idea if I answered your question, but this is what popped into my mind after I read it. Thanks for the ask 💛💛

[ff123456789]

got any angelotte headcanons??

Thank you for sending me this ask at 1 a.m. because FUCK YEAH I DO. Both of their names will stay as they are currently so nothing will get mixed up between them (Ange=Spy and Charlotte=Princess). Here we go!

Childhood:

Ange would often sneak snacks to give to Charlotte. When any servants asked where the desserts and fruits would go, she would lie and say a dog ate them.

There were times where Charlotte would stay at Ange’s house for days, and Charlotte would be willing to switch places with Ange so she could have more freedom.

Ange and Charlotte had a diary that they shared. After the Revolution, Charlotte kept it in a secret place within the Kingdom and brought it with her to the academy she attends now.

When they were both separated, they always had dreams about playing in the kingdom and spending time with one another.

Reuniting:

They would often disappear into the library late at night just to talk to each other without any facades. Ange would read Charlotte stories quietly until she falls asleep, and always takes her back to her room via piggyback.

In some instances, Ange would sneak into Charlotte’s bedroom and take her out on a midnight stroll through the forest.

Ange develops a bad habit of apologizing to Charlotte when they’re alone, but every times she does it Charlotte comforts her and tells her it’s alright.

After missions, Charlotte would always tend to Ange’s wounds. Ange’s against it at first because she feared the princess being found out, but starts to accept it as the missions run more frequently.

Charlotte confides in Ange, especially about what she’d been through. But she never says she regrets meeting Ange, because both of them know that would be a lie.

Dating:

Ange is completely against it at first because she thinks she doesn’t deserve Charlotte. After the third time Charlotte confesses to her she pretends to cry, which leads to Ange finally giving in.

Ange switches with Charlotte so she can wear more comfortable, informal clothes. Ange realizes Charlotte likes pants and buys her more pants than she could ever need.

Even though both of them have to stay under the radar about their relationship, they occasionally do get lovey dovey in the club room. Dorothy hates it (but only to an extent because she finds it funny seeing Ange get flustered over Charlotte).

Charlotte rejects most of the suitors asking for her hand, often playing tricks with Ange to mess with them before openly rejecting them.

Domestic:

Ange prefers being the big spoon, even when Charlotte insists on switching.

Ange pesters Charlotte on getting a lizard as their pet, but after many debates they settle with a dog instead.

Both try to make the most with what they’ve learned (art, literature, dance, horseback riding) but their personal favorite is definitely playing the piano together. Charlotte teaches Ange everything she’d forgotten, and soon catches up with her.

During their time in Casablanca, Ange and Charlotte are roommates with the excuse of “having the duty to protect the princess in case of emergency”. Chise, Dorothy, and Beatrice have their hunches but would rather not question it.

Intimacy:

Charlotte prefers to top because she likes seeing Ange lose her tough exterior to her. She could also kiss Ange’s scars and whisper obscene things in her ears.

Ange is shy when it comes to receiving, but pretty bold when she’s giving.

Ange tries to maintain her composure even during sex, but she always ends up a whimpering mess.

Charlotte makes sure the hickies she creates on Ange are out of sight, but it takes a while for them to fade.

When they’re finished, Ange would wrap both of them in a blanket and cuddle in bed.

I think this is most of the headcannons I have so far, I hope you like them! ೕ(˃̵ᴗ˂̵ ๑)

[incorrect-deathnotequotes]

Do you ever think about Mello, Matt, and Near in a poly relationship because I do a lot

I think about nearlymellodramattic all the fuckin time. In no particular order (or coherence) here’sa list of MMN headcanons:

Sleeping is a hassle:

Mello’s a furnace

Matt kicks. Hard.

Near talks in his sleep and occasionallysleepwalks and scares the living daylights out of all of them

He’s also a blanket hog, and the only solutionis to cuddle him, which neither Matt nor Mello ever really complain about

 Near is a borderline insomniac, and Matt andMello always employ Drastic Measures to get him to go to bed at a decent time

Mello has been known to drug him, and now Near’salways (reasonably) suspicious of anything Mello brings him after 1 a.m.

Matt always complains whenever Mello and Near gointo Study ModeTM because they literally won’t move for hours  

It’s especially hard for him to join in as he has ADHD

Mello got him a bunch of fidgets to play with,and they always try to find ways to actively study with him

“All right, you have to quiz me, and for everyquestion I get wrong we both have to do 25 jumping jacks.”

Near sometimes has “quiet days” where he likesto be alone with his thoughts and Mello and Matt respect this,

but it doesn’t stop them from bringing himcopious amounts of blankets, legos, and tea which Near high-key appreciates

Their fights are always explosive and more thanonce Mello has ended up crashing on L and Light’s couch for a night or two

Though this doesn’t happen often, since theirfights generally subsided after they left the orphanage and all of the pressurewas taken away

Matt eats all of their cereal so Mello hides abox of chocolate rice crispies in the cupboard above the fridge

 Neartotally uses this as blackmail whenever he wants something

Mello is super good at cooking, and Matt could ostensiblyopen his own bakery

Near once poured his own cereal he literallydoesn’t even know that forks don’t go in the microwave

 Mello is super into personal grooming andwhenever he gets bored he’ll paint Near or Matt’s nails

Matt and Mello both think they’re so fashion forward(they’re not)

Near has no such delusions; he’s trash and heknows it

Matt is the only one among them with any social intelligence whatsoever and they each have code words for whenever one of them actsunintentionally rude in public

They end up creating their own detective aliaslike L’s that the three of them maintain, and they usually draw straws with himfor the more interesting cases

[midnightsdarkangel]

I don’t want to die.

Summary: Haruka didn't care if he lived or died at first, but when Takane came into the picture, he couldn't help but suffocate.

(i read some of the translated book of over the dimension and my heart hurts. tbh i have this headcanon haruka really has little to no self care with his mental being unless Takane is there. Pls save these children)

When I was young, I was told that I was going to die.

Normally when you’re told news like this, the first thing you do is cry. You fear and you grieve over the life you wouldn't live. When my mother had died, I was numb as my father told me the same thing would happen. He was void of all emotions, just a blank stare as if to state the facts and nothing more. I'm not sure if I had cried as a child, I just remember feeling suffocated.

From then on, I just didn't care.

.

The suffocating feeling never went away as I got older. If anything, I was able to press it down in the depths of my mind. It led me to lead a very careless life- or, well, what little I have of my life. It never really bothered me when I collapsed and woke up in the same white room, with the same bed and the same blurred faces of nurses. If anything, I welcomed it as a daily routine in my life that I had grown accustomed to.  No one cared either, if anything we had all become desensitized to the notion of my predicted death so there really was no reason to worry.

Everyone but Takane.

"You idiot , you’re bleeding! Quickly, put your hand under the sink!"

It was one afternoon when all the students had gone home that Takane had rushed over me in a panic.

I stared baffled as Takane grabbed my wrist rather forcefully and dragged me to the bathroom to clean up. I had managed to get cut by a shard of glass in science class when I dropped my glass beaker, shattering all over the floor. Takane told me to leave it while she got a mop, but I just crouched down and swept the glass with my hand, collecting the fragments to throw in the bin as I managed to get a cut from a rather large piece. Blood had dripped from my palm into the bin when I let go.

I wasn't really aware of Takane at first as she panicked as I just stared at the blood drip from my hand. It felt oddly soothing to see that there was proof that I was still alive in this moment.   It wasn't until she had grabbed me by the shoulders did I snap out of my state to look at her. Her eyebrows were pinched in a angry yet concerning gaze as her lips gave off a small pout that I couldn’t help but smile.

"Sorry, it was quicker that way,"

I spoke carelessly as we arrived to the girls bathroom, thankfully it was after school and no one really bothered to hang around after an hour had passed. It was the only place she could take me. She thrust my hand in the sink and turned the water on. The cold water made contact with my cut, letting water and blood blend to sink down the drain. I could hear her sigh in the background as she leaned on one of the sinks herself and brushed the hair from her face, her eyes were careful in watching me from the corner of my gaze as I gently washed the blood until it was no longer leaking out of my hand and was a mere cut.

"You need to be more careful..."

Her voice had become soft, yet still stubborn as if she was afraid to break her cruel streak in case anyone else had seen as she turned to face me, coming up close to my side to grab my hand gently to inspect the wound.

"It shouldn’t be too bad, I’ll tell teacher when he comes back if we have anything to bandage that up."

I wasn’t really sure how to react to her concern over my wellbeing. I had expected her to call me an idiot for cutting myself and tell me to wash up, but here she was, she had personally made sure to see that I was ok. It felt...odd. As if the suffocating feeling was rising in the back of my throat momentarily;

"You don’t need to worry that much Takane,"

I muttered gently as I turned the tap off and dried my hand with the tissue she handed over, not really caring if I rubbed it on my cut. When I turned to face her after crumpling the tissue and throwing it in the bin, I froze. She wasn’t angry, but instead had a look of concern had washed over her. It seemed as if she had something she wanted to say as she flexed her hands, clenching it and opening it. She bit her lip as if what she was going to tell me could turn the atmosphere grim, and in all honesty I was expecting it.

"...Why do you not care about yourself?"

"You mean this cut? I told you it’s not that much of a big deal-"

"No, not just the cut, Haruka, I’m talking about you! H-how you can collapse at any second and yet you don't care, you push yourself to your limit and yet to you it’s nothing. How can you not care about yourself, what if you..."

She doesn't dare say the next word, but I know what she wants to say as I smile sadly, finishing her sentence;

"Die, right?"

Takane just nods looking down as I sigh smiling softly. My hand gently rubbed her hair as she looks up to me with that worried but pouty gaze. I prepare to tell her I don't really care, that this was normal for me and I knew I was safe, just to ease her thoughts but my words don't come out. My mouth is open but I can’t speak. Why can’t I speak..? My hand tenses for a moment as I just stare at her to try and figure out what's stopping me. I tell everyone countless times of my predicament and how normal it was for me.

But Takane isn’t just 'anyone'.

The suffocation rises higher.

My hand sinks back down from her head as she sighs and looks away.

"Come on, I’m sure the teacher’s worried."

I stare at her as she leaves the room leaving the door prompt open for me. I don't move at first, I'm not really sure what happened as I grip my throat slowly, the sweat drips from my face as my heart races.

For that one moment in my life. I was afraid to die.

--

1 a.m.

I couldn't sleep.

If anything I just kept replaying her gaze at me over and over. How fragile she looked as if I would crumble at any second. I hated it, it made me uncomfortable. No one had ever given me such a look, no one had cared if i did reckless actions and normally i didn't care when others fretted over me. Yet Takane was able to stun me. In all honesty she had that affect...She was like a hurricane, no matter who you were you would be thrown into her world. I had fallen for her spell, i was thrown into the heart of the hurricane and i loved it. I loved seeing her for myself, every little subtle actions of her emotions. To anyone else it'd look as if she was angry all the time, but i saw every detail she wanted to show me. When she was flustered her eyes would dart away, if she was happy she liked to kick her legs back and forth and hum a tune. When she was sad…

It killed me.

I never wanted to see her sad and yet, it was I who made her look that way.

' How can you not care about yourself?'

Hah... I let out a weak chuckle as i covered my hand over my eyes, her words replaying over and over in my thoughts like a broken record. She had got me. And yet i wished i never felt this way. In my scattered thoughts i had wished the cut i had over my eyes would open again and blood to just pour, to cover my body in a lake of it and let myself sink until there was nothing left of me in a blood red ocean of my own mistakes.

I'd never forgive myself.

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And of course a few months later i died.

Not the way i had expected..but i was certainly dead. My body had collapsed one day. Takane, poor thing. She was wearing her headphones staring at the paper in front of her with such a cute expression. How i wish i wasnt there to break her heart. My breathing had became fast and shallow like it normally had done with any attack i faced. However i didn't take it as casually as i did.

I felt myself suffocate.

My heart had began to race as i looked over to her, my pupils shrinking as i reached out in hopes to grab her attention but my hand froze. I couldn't. I couldn't do that to her, i didn't want to see her worry over me. This was fear wasn't it? How ironic…

Tears fell from my face as I smiled weakly.

I wished she didnt worry too much…

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I love Takane Enomoto.

Took me a while- no...maybe i knew from the very beginning she was something special to me. It was just a shame i was too late.

After i had died i was given an offer...one i foolishly refused. I was hooked up to thousand upoun thousand of wires connecting to my arm, pouring lifeless energy into my core as the world around me was pure white. I wish i could say home sweet home seeing as this wouldn't had been any diffrent to what i experienced normally, but without her around i just felt miserable.

I had a tv infront of my bed, i had to shuffle myself up against the banister to watch, my eyes are weary and dull. Supposedly i was awoken as another person. Konoha. It felt funny watching a character i created in my own spare time begin to live my life out. Maybe this is what i wanted in the end, someone else to take my place- someone who was stronger than i was. Innocent to their own cruel predicament.

For a few weeks it was nothing but background noise to me as i preferred to sleep instead. It wasn't my life anymore, it was his and it just felt wrong looking into it as if i was there.

Well...until I heard her voice again.

"Ah wait Master! Done leave me with-darn.."

My head whipped up so fast i found myself clutching my sheets.

It was her voice.

Takane.

She was live- she was actually alive how did she-

"Ah...Hello Ene.."

Ah...I sunk back down in my pillow but my heart was still racing. It was her...but...she was different. She was in a phone Konoha had clung onto as he plugged her into a socket to charge the batteries. She had a different smile i wasn't aware of. She looked so happy...A spark of joy i thought id never see in my life time. She did pout and have that look of irritation to her but it overall was lighter- playful. I leant forward as i felt my head spin;

Did she remember me?

My hand reached out as i felt the wires tug on my skin, pulling me back.

I didn't want to live at first, this should had been my wish come true but not until Takane had came along did that wish change. If Takane was alive and happy then i was...But there was, smiling with the others i failed to recognise. Of course Konoha was there also but...i wasn't. A weak smile painted my lips as i felt my body tremble. Did she cry over my death...was she happier in a world without me?

No wonder she looked so bright...i wasn't there to drag her down anymore, she was finally opening out of her shell like i had always wished her to. So why...why was i crying..?

"Takane..."

I dont want to be left behind...

I want to smile with her..

"I love you."

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"Huh..? Konoha?" Ene was snapped out of her thoughts when she had felt tears tap at her screen as she looked up baffled. Everyone in the room had noticed this when she had spoken up as they all looked to Konoha who just stared at her baffled and confused.

"Why are you crying?" Ene asks softly as Konoha touches his face ever so gently as if he could shatter in one touch if not careful.

"Im not sure...i just feel really sad."

Such sad lives we live..

[the12thnightproject]

Master List

AO3 Link

Fanfiction.net link (same stories, different host)

If you want to listen to me gush about Ikemen Sengoku I was on the Fanfic Maverick Podcast in March 2022.

200 Followers Celebration - Completed

Masamune visits Malbork, Poland in 1460

Mitsuhide visits Maui, Hawaii

Keiji visits Times Square, New York, New York

Sasuke visits Koma-ga-take volcano in 1582

Shingen visits Ancient Greece

Yukimura visits Rome, Italy in 2020

Mitsunari visits Dublin, Ireland

Kennyo visits Paris, France, 1900

Mitsuhide visits Pataliputra, India, 300 to 600 CE

Mitsuhide visits New Orleans

Nobunaga visits Washington, DC

Nobunaga visits Vigan City, Philippines

Masamune visits the World's Fair, Chicago, 1893

Shingen visits Hoi An Ancient Town

Mitsuhide visits Prague, Czech Republic

Short & flash fiction ( includes exchanges & challenges):

Three Transformations: Elixir; Muddle; and Encounter (Loki/Alice; Mitsunari/Mai; Motonari/The Little Mermaid)

Snowglobe (Yoshimoto/reader)

Care and Feeding (Hideyoshi, Mitsunari, & Kitty)

A Chaotic Honor (Meta-fiction, crackfic, nonspecific fandoms)

Dear Kitsune/Dear Bun Lord (Mitsuhide, Kenshin, et al)

Conditions Necessary (Sasuke/OC) - written for @ashavazesa 's OC for gift exchange

Spellbound (Mitsunari & Azuchi warlords, Magical AU)

True Companion (Ieyasu)

Ikemen Literature (multi fandom, April Fools 2023)

Dear Friend - Part 1 (Singen & Kennyo)

The Root of the Problem (Mitsunari/MC)

The Rube Goldberg Escalation (Clavis)

Snow Daze (Mitsuhide)

Help Wanted (written for OC exchange event, featuring character created by @fighting-and-drawing )

Cursed Bingo Requests:

A Dramatic Pawse (Part 1) - Masamune

Silence of the Maids (Dramatic Pawse Part 2) - Hideyoshi, Nobunaga, Mitsuhide

The Kitsune Detective (Dramatic Pawse Part 3) - Mitsuhide, Masamune, Keiji, and Mitsunari

Herd it Through the Grapevine (a story in Tweets) (Keiji, Shingen, Yoshimoto)

A Simple Game (Motonari, Mitsuhide, Shingen)

What Dreams May Come (Hideyoshi & Mitsunari) Regency AU

The Challenge (Sasuke & Ieyasu)

The Bluff: A Choose Your Own Adventure Story (Mitsuhide/Mai, Masamune/Mai, Keiji/Mai)

Tables Turned (Mitsuhide and Masamune)

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Headcanons:

Sengoku Warlords Folding Laundry

Warlords Opening up MC’s Refrigerator (after she’s not been home for three months).

The Kasugayama Warlords as a 1980s Sitcom Credit Sequence

If Warlords had cars (*or other motorized vehicles)

Warlords and “what was that noise in the middle of the night?”

Azuchi Warlords and Yardwork

Warlords Planning a Halloween Party

Warlords When the Smoke Detector’s “Low Battery” Alerts (at 3 a.m. because batteries never die when it’s daytime and the stores are open)

IkeSen boys in the Modern World going to an All-You-Can-Eat-Buffet

Warlords Reacting to MC saying 'I'm Baby'

Warlords Reacting to MC making Bento Boxes for Them

Warlords Reacting to MC doing the trust fall stunt

Warlords and MC in an airport

Warlords and MC's Cast Iron Skillet

Warlords and a Teething Infant

Warlords and an MC with Food Wars Level Cooking Skills

Warlords play Monopoly

Warlords watch Teletubbies

Toddler Warlords Watch Sesame Street

Warlords Test a Period Cramp Simulator

Warlords in a 'hostage" crisis

MC is a Neko

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Multimedia/Memes:

Separated at Birth? Warlords Opened MC's Nightstand Drawer Netflix and Chill? Trick or Treat Warlords Giving Christmas Presents MC got a splinter (Warlords' bedside manner) Breakfast...? Road Trip

Sengoku Male Magazine vol 1.0

Animal Encounters (video)

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Longfic Series: A Tempest In Time:

Nearly seven years prior to the Honno-ji incident, a wormhole swept adrenaline junkie Katsuko and her brother Toshiie into Sengoku Japan. After an attack by bandits, the two are separated and Toshiie disappears. Katsuko is taken into the household of the enigmatic Yamaoka Akihira - initially as a maid. But Katsuko has other ideas, choosing to dress as a young man and become a courier for Aki. Over the next few years, "Katsu" travels through Japan's warring states, delivering messages and looking for her brother, and encountering some of history's most famous warlords. Then Honno-ji happens and everything changes...

Full Prologue

Mini Prologue

OC artwork by Ayatori:

Katsuko

Yamaoka Akihira

Toshiie

Iekane

OC Artwork by Cali:

Katsuko action shot

OC artwork by @oda-princess

Katsuko action shot

Longfic:

Timeline Three: Ten Things I Hate About Mitsuhide - Completed 3/17/2024

Trailer Video Here

Artwork by Butterflyn'Lace

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Courtesan? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. But when her mentor Aki disappears and his trail leads to an illegal slave market in Sakai, Katsuko’s investigation sends her on a collision course with Akechi Mitsuhide.

Mitsuhide and Katsuko have never gotten along. However, Aki is not the only missing person. Toyotomi Hideyoshi and Mai have also disappeared in Sakai, and Mitsuhide is determined to locate and rescue them. Forced into a dangerous partnership, Katsuko must masquerade as Mitsuhide’s concubine. But even working together, can they fool the man known as the God of Deceit?

… Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's The Taming of the Shrew

Timeline Two: A Mitsunari Night's Dream Completed as of 10/2/2022

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … Princess? Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. But she never imagined she’d have to wear a pink kimono and enter a fake engagement with absentminded Ishida Mitsunari.

Mitsunari and “Okatsu” agree their relationship will be all business – after all, they only need to fool a lovesick princess for a few days. How difficult can that be? But that’s before Mitsunari and Okatsu discover that the Princess’s younger brother is the target of an assassin. That’s before they flee to a nearby forest to stop a coup against Oda Nobunaga. Most importantly, that’s before Mitsunari decides his feelings for Okatsu are anything but fake.

Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night’s Dream

Artwork by Cali

Comic Art for Chapter Eight

Comic Art for Chapter Seventeen

Comic Art for Chapter Twenty Seven

Final Illustration by Butterfly n' Lace

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Timeline One: Twelve Lies I Told Shingen Takeda (Completed as of 1/2/2022)

Courier, scout, daredevil, housemaid … liar: Katsuko has had many identities in the seven years since a wormhole sent her back in time to feudal Japan. After she and her mentor Akihira help Shingen Takeda fight off bandits, “Katsu” finds herself working for Shingen as a messenger.

He thinks she’s a boy. She thinks he’s the biggest womanizer in the province.

But there are others forces at work – an old enemy is closing in, her new boss has a fatal secret, an assassination plot threatens the lives of Katsu’s new friends, war is on the horizon… and that’s just in this timeline. With all that going on, it’s good that he doesn’t know she’s a woman.

Isn’t it?

Loosely inspired by Shakespeare's Twelfth Night

Manga Art for Chapter 7 by Ayatori *Manga Art for Chapter 15 * Manga Art for Chapter 25 Part 1 * Manga Art for Chapter 25 Part 2 Manga Art for Chapter 38 Part 1 * Manga Art for Chapter 38 Part 2

Painting by butterflynlace

Related One-Shots

One Fairy Tale I Told Shingen Takeda (Erotic short story) Two Celebrations for Shingen Takeda (Erotic birthday story)

One Rainy Afternoon in Kasugayama (E rated story featuring Sasuke/Yukimura/Sute)