#caring of magical creatures

[emotionalsupporthufflefluff]

fancy treats that bring us closer

Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!reader (Not MC) part two of the fancy series - [ToC]

Summary: Ominis seems to know you? He said your name without an introduction and trusted you to lead him to his wand. Now- he’s sitting with you in class? The kind, intelligent, and witty man you’ve been dreaming of from afar is now not so far and you’re not dreaming anymore. (more fluff, with an added bonus of FRIENDS / no beta, unless you count grammarly)

When you finally made it to your potions class, you had finally, reluctantly, dropped his hand. It was only halfway through the walk that you had wondered why he asked you to lead him when you’d already retrieved his wand- but you weren’t about to bring that up and lose the warm feeling of having his hand pressed against yours. Plus, you were engaged in other conversation as it was, Ominis having asked different things about you. You spoke of the town you were from, and told him of your favourite food and why it was, a funny story that you really only told Poppy before. His amused laugh had brought a grin to your face and you couldn’t feel regret telling it to him, not even for a moment.

You didn’t want to say goodbye- and knew he was in this class so what was the point of saying it anyway?- so instead you marched over to your table where Poppy already sat on one side, smiling at you as you approached. You placed your bookbag down on your table and waited for her greeting, glancing up after a few moments of silence only to realize she wasn’t looking at you anymore. You followed her eye line and startled at Ominis, closer than usual. So close in fact, that he was currently standing at your table, to your right whereas Poppy stood on your left. You knew his usual seat in the class had been directly across the room, at a table that you had a clear line of sight on- though that was completely irrelevant.

You were opening your mouth to ask why he sat there but hesitated in your question. You didn’t want it to seem like you wanted him to leave- that was the opposite of the truth. Instead, in your deliberation, you stood there with your mouth open as across from you another bookbag is heavily slung onto your table.

“Merlin, Ominis, you could’ve told me we were switching tables today.” You snapped your jaw closed as you looked over to Sebastian Sallow, one of Ominis’ best friends and basically the man always by his side. Now that you thought about it, earlier without his wand was probably the first time that you had seen them apart.

“Well, I didn’t know I was until I walked over here,” Ominis replies quietly, slowly raising his bookbag onto the table and rummaging through it with his hands. He seemed almost hesitant, and you could see his eyes glance quickly toward your direction before focusing forward once more.

“I mean, it’s fine though!” Poppy squealed out, a bit louder than was probably necessary. You glanced at her to notice a bright blush across her cheeks, and she meets your eyes with a grin before looking back to Ominis. “We’ve always sat alone, it’ll be nice to have desk partners!”

“Desk partners,” Sebastian chuckled, ducking his head practically into his bookbag to dig for his textbook. Ominis slowed his hands, the one that had been searching now just resting on top of a book in his bag, the other still having hold of his wand, the red light pulsing faintly. You swallowed roughly, reaching your hand hesitantly toward Ominis before finally allowing yourself to gently lay your hand on the one holding his wand. You watched as his shoulders visibly relaxed, and he finally let go of his wand, turning his hand quickly to take yours and squeeze. His other pulls out his potions textbook as if nothing had happened, and you pull your hand away to start pulling your own textbook out as well.

You surreptitiously glance upward toward Poppy, noticing her eyes already waiting for yours, a huge smile spread across her face. She, very obviously, gave you a thumbs up and a nod, and you reach over to quickly swat her on the arm with a look on your face.

“Alright class, turn to page 243 and we will begin…” Professor Sharp begins to drone on about some potion or other that he wanted to be brewed, and you quickly turned to the page, listening to an entire class's worth of paper crinkling and flipping. You look up to see Ominis hold his hand out toward the desk, a wandless and wordless Accio pulling his wand into his hand, before waving it and murmuring a spell that flipped open his potions textbook and flew through the pages to land on the same page as you. He tapped it again with another mumbled phrase, and you watched bumps jump to appear over the text on the book, and you realized that of course, he would have a spell to translate his books into braille.

As Poppy loudly plopped her cauldron down onto the table over the burner, you jumped, turning to her with wide eyes and she nods down to her cauldron. You quickly bend down to reach under the desk, pulling your own up and placing it gently where you needed it. Poppy tapped your hand lightly, and you looked back to her only to see her nod her head toward Sebastian- who happened to be staring directly at you with a curious look. As your gazes met, you felt yourself hold your breath for a moment, though Sebastian didn’t look away. If anything, you could see the beginning of a smirk taking up the corner of his mouth, and at that you quickly lowered your head to your textbook, reading the different ingredients you would need to gather.

“So, lacewing flies, and…” Poppy mumbled, trailing off halfway through her sentence as she read the lines of the book. You were used to her half-mumbles as she read, tracing the line she was reading from with her finger. Sebastian was currently buried into his bookbag once more, Ominis dragging his fingers slowly over his book and looking straight ahead. You were curious, having seen his wandless magic and remembering he had mentioned trying to summon his wand earlier to no effect and reached your hand out to place on his closest one- the one currently trying to read his book. He stopped immediately, turning to look at you with the beginnings of a smile.

“You know wandless magic?” Your question was a whisper, and Ominis ducked his head in response. You could see the tips of his ears turning pink once more and wondered if he was embarrassed again.

“Ah- barely. I know how to summon my wand to my hand, plenty of practice with that. It’s a bit more dignified than- well, than crawling around on the floor trying to feel for it.” You nodded slowly, it made sense. If he ever dropped his wand, he’d be without his faux-sight, and wouldn’t know where it landed unless it made a clatter. You squeezed his hand before pulling away.

“That’s-” powerful, “-ah, helpful.” You laughed breathlessly once more, looking away to continue reading up on the assignment. Right, lacewing flies and a fwooper feather, chopped. You glanced upward at a sign of movement, noticing Sebastian setting ingredients in front of Ominis and listing them as he placed them.

The class from there was mostly quiet, with slight mumblings back and forth about which ingredients go in at which times, mainly just helping each other out. You did notice, however, that every time Sebastian asked Poppy a question her blush would deepen and she stuttered a response to him. You smiled at her with a knowing look, and she waved her hand toward your arm in an imitation of when you had swatted hers earlier.

Just then, however, you felt a pressure on your hand and turned to see Ominis leaning closer to you. “I don’t seem to have any crushed moonstone, you wouldn’t happen to have any to spare?” You tilted your head, looking at his side of the desk before a giggle welled up unintentionally.

“You do have some, actually, it’s just over- well, here,” You turned your hand around and grasped his, pulling his arm slowly over toward the middle of the table, further away from his bundle of work. You tapped the side of his hand to the small stone bowl holding the glittering dust, a smile on your face as you whispered back, “It must’ve been pushed too far back for you to reach. There you are.” You looked back at him to see the top of his cheekbones lit up once more in a furious blush, and you could feel your face heating to match.

“Wow, and at the table Ominis. We’re in class!” Sebastian finally calls out, perhaps not loudly, but definitely louder than your table mutterings had been all class. You released Ominis’ hand immediately, pulling it back and burying your face in your textbook again- okay, the potion will turn blue, then-

“I have no clue what you’re insinuating Sebastian, but I’d really much prefer you don’t,” Ominis replied easily, and you looked up briefly toward him to see a frown on his face, the pink having faded already. If only your blush would fade, then you wouldn’t be so embarrassed to have Sebastian staring directly at you once more- with that stupid little smirk no less. You drew in a breath, swallowing roughly before you heard Poppy speak up in a voice you’ve heard very rarely.

“Is there a problem, Sebastian?” As he turned to look at her with startled eyes, you could see her blush still deepen, but she kept her chin raised with an impetuous look. She crossed her arms, and you recognised her anger, though had only seen it whenever a few foolish students would attempt to bully the magical creatures kept in the pens outside of the castle. Sebastian raised his hands quickly, shaking his head.

“No, no, of course not! What gave you that impression?”

“You’ve been staring at Y/N this entire time, with that silly little self-satisfied smirk- and let me tell you Sebastian Sallow,” You had to temper down a grin at his full name and the frightened reaction it invoked, “If you’re planning on doing or saying something to my best friend you better stop that right now or so help me, Helga, I will end your dreams before they even begin!”

“Sebastian,” Ominis admonished, reaching a hand over and smacking his robe sleeve, the boy jumping at the assault from both sides and raising his hands again.

“Okay, woah, calm down you lot,” His eyebrows were raised and he seemed incredulous, shaking his head, “I was planning no such thing I can assure you. I was just,” He sighs, shaking his head, glaring lightly toward his friend before meeting your own eyes, his face softening. “I’m sorry if I made you at all uncomfortable, Y/N, that was not my intention. I must’ve been-” He hesitated just enough before you noticed a slight uptick in the corner of his mouth, “Lost in thought, that’s all.”

“What kind of thoughts could you possibly be thinking about,” You heard Poppy mutter, finally relaxing her posture and bending over her cauldron to make sure it was still brewing correctly. She picked up her wand, dipping it into the brew to stir a few times, and you moved to do the same, following her lead. Ominis stood there with a concerned look for a moment longer before moving his gaze downward, running his fingers along the lines of text on his book. You glance into his cauldron, then lean closer toward him with a whisper.

“Your potion is looking a little cerulean, you should probably add a pinch more chopped wings.” Ominis’ face practically glowed with a smile at your recommendation, immediately moving to where he knew his ingredient was and placing it into his own cauldron. He picked up his wand, the tip pulsing briefly twice before the red fades, and he dips his own wand into the cauldron to stir as well.

Once the potions were complete and bottled, the four of you remained at the table to clean your cauldrons and stuff everything back into the book bag. You had planned on moving a bit slower than usual, and at your glance upward you realized that the other four seemed to have the same thought, each one taking their own time. You knew Poppy was wiping her cauldron down for the third time when she finally spoke up.

“So, Y/N, I was planning on heading down to the creature pens outside. Did you want to accompany me?” You glanced briefly over to Ominis, who seemed to have slowed his packing and stood there blankly for a moment, though with no response or interruption from him, you finally shrugged and looked back to her.

“Oh, sure. I wanted to visit my little buddy anyway.” You tried not to sound so disappointed but were afraid that you failed miserably at the task. Poppy, thankfully, didn’t fault you for your tone, only nodding with a pleasant smile.

“Your little buddy?” Ominis mumbled, finally closing the flap of his bag and slinging it over his shoulder, turning his body to face your direction. “Who’s that?”

“Oh,” You breathed, giggling quietly before finally closing your own bag and leaning down to place your cauldron back under the table where it belonged. “I have this fwooper I rescued from the edge of the forest. I nursed him back to health, his wing had been pretty badly injured.”

“The result of those Merlin-forsaken poachers, no doubt,” Poppy growled out, slinging her bag over her own shoulder now. You nodded along, your face falling at the memory, before taking a breath and trying to push past that particular topic.

“Anyway, he’s all better now but he still stuck around. I think he has a nest somewhere in the forest, but whenever I come down with Poppy he always visits. I have these little treats I make him that I keep in my bag! He seems to like them.”

“He loves them, as he should,” Poppy insists, passing by and taking your arm briefly to begin the walk out of the classroom. You look quickly back, and Ominis has his wand lifted and walks behind you, tilting his head to listen. “You spent so long researching everything about fwoopers for him, got all their favourite ingredients and cooked them all together and cut them into those little shapes- honestly if anyone spent as much time as that on me- well I think I’d just fall in love instantly.” You giggle, shaking your head, moving to bump your shoulder against hers.

“Don’t be so silly.” Her words made you start thinking, though, and you wondered if he only ever visited you for just the treats, and not just because he loved your company as you did his. You pursed your lips, turning to look back toward Ominis again. You watched him lift his head, almost as if meeting your eyes, before elongating his strides to move up to your other side.

“I’d love to meet him if you’re willing to introduce us?” His assured voice sent a tingle down your spine, and you straightened your posture with a smile.

“I’d like nothing more!” You almost reached to take his hand, but hesitated, walking on the wrong side of him as he was still holding his wand out with the hand near you. You made it across Central Hall and through the hallway that led toward the outside, and Sebastian stepped quickly in front of Poppy to push the great door open, holding it for the three of you. You tilted your head, wondering where he popped up from.

You felt a brush against your hand and turned toward Ominis, noticing his wand pulsing in his other hand now, and his free hand once again brushed against the back of yours. You couldn’t keep the smile from your face, and took his hand in yours quickly, attempting to play it off.

“Here, let me lead you there! It’s just down this path!” It was obvious that they all knew where the Care for Magical Creatures class was held, along with the pens beside it, but no one seemed to have any contradiction on their tongue for your excuse. Ominis only squeezed your hand once, and you had to take a deep, steadying breath once he did to tame the butterflies in your stomach.

The pens were empty of other wixen, and you scanned the area around to see if you could spot your little fwooper friend. When he couldn’t be seen, you instead watched as Poppy began to wander off with Sebastian trailing, ranting on about some kids who recently cut one of the kneazle’s whiskers and her plans on how to care for it. You pulled Ominis’ hand lightly, guiding him a few steps away from the creatures’ area.

“I think he might be hiding in the forest right now,” You begin, biting your lip and watching for his reaction. When he only nods his head, you turned to look over toward the trees, mumbling, “I don’t know how secure you are in being near the forest but- well, whenever I can’t find him I usually walk to the edge and whistle for him.”

“You go to the forest alone?” You looked back at his low tone, afraid you had angered him but you were only met with concern lacing his features. “Y/N, that’s-”

“I know, Ominis. I don’t go inside or anything, just to the edge. If you don’t want to come-”

“No! I do, I want to come.” He replied so quick you had to blink a few times to fully process what he said, studying the concern that was pushing his eyebrows together. He squeezed your hand once more, taking a small step closer and leaning toward your ear, “I’d like to be here if you do that again, actually. I don’t want you wandering there alone.”

“I’ve done it so often, Ominis. Really, it’s fine.” You were standing so close you could smell his scent off his robes, a mix of dragon’s blood and the potion he had successfully brewed in class. You were brought back to when Professor Sharp had wandered over to your table, leaning over Ominis’ cauldron and mumbling praise for how well his concoction was coming along, mentioning something about how he was improving remarkably. After the professor walked away Ominis reached over and squeezed your hand, as if he was attributing the praise to you.

“The forest is dangerous, even just the outskirts. The poachers themselves have been wandering out a lot more lately-”

“They wouldn’t come this close to the castle,” You try to reassure, and you watch his shoulders tense briefly and wonder if he’s going to press the topic before finally they fall and he nods slowly. You hated the dejected look that crossed his face briefly before he turned his head, and hated even more that you were the one to put it there. “But, I could be convinced to bring you along next time. You know, if my- if the fwooper likes you.”

The smile you had hoped for slowly crossed his face, and he nodded quickly to you, tugging lightly on your hand. You were startled, realizing you had been just standing in place for so long- though, you admit you didn’t want to leave the little bubble that Ominis seems to place around the both of you- and began to lead him over toward the forest. Once close enough, you whistle out a familiar tune and wait. In only a few moments you could hear flapping, and your smile widens as your favourite fwooper sores out of the forest and lands on a stump nearby you. You pull Ominis closer before letting go of his hand, digging into your bookbag,

“He’s right on this stump. He’s a lime green colour- oh, uh,” You hesitate, glancing up at him and his quirking eyebrow, before laughing and continuing, “Kind of like the colour of grass, but paler? Or, hm,” You hum to yourself, pulling your sack of treats out and opening the tie. “Oh! Like a sour apple!” You pull a treat out and place it on your palm, flexing your fingers back and holding it out to him, watching the fwooper bend down and pop it into his mouth. You heard Ominis hum in response.

“An apt description. Does he seem at all wary of me? Can I approach?”

“Oh!” You smile, feeding the fwooper the second treat you already had in your hand before moving next to Ominis, grabbing his upper arm with both of your hands. “Don’t worry, he’s really friendly when I’m around.” Even so, you lead Ominis slowly, step by step, closer to your little creature friend. The fwooper turns his head almost 90 degrees as he watches, before righting himself and trilling softly. You giggle, letting go of Ominis and digging in your bag. Picking his hand up, you instruct him on how to flex his hand and place the treat on the centre of his palm. The fwooper takes a few wobbling steps closer, then leans and pops the treat right into his mouth once more.

“He is friendly,” Ominis agrees with a smile, turning his head to face your direction, “He must’ve caught that from you.” You laugh in response, shaking your head and placing another treat on his palm.

“I don’t know about all that. Though, Poppy did get me thinking.”

“About what?” You bite your lip, shrugging and feeling the brush of his robes against you.

“I don’t know. I mean, maybe he really does love the treats. And- well, maybe he only comes out here for the treats, y’know?” You try to smile but it feels forced, the weight of your self-doubt weighing on your chest, and you look over toward the fwooper, who seems to be watching the both of you with interest.

Ominis turns suddenly, moving his hands to grab your upper arms, and you’re surprised enough at this action to raise your eyes back up to meet his milky ones. “Anyone, and I mean anyone, creature or wixen, should be honoured to be in your company.” He takes a breath, and you start to see that familiar flush light his cheeks, “You practically radiate sunshine, and you’re so selfless it’s a wonder that everyone isn’t scrambling at your feet for your attention.” You laugh incredulously, shaking your head immediately.

“I don't know about all of that, Ominis. I’m just- well, I’m just me.” He chuckles lightly, raising his eyes to the sky and lightening his grip, rubbing your arms gently.

“Even a Hufflepuff needs emotional support sometimes, Y/N.” His eyes fall back in your direction, and his hands lower slowly until they mingle with your own. “I’d be honoured if I could be that for you.” Your jaw drops at this, eyes widening in surprise, and he lowers his voice, a fond smile lighting his face. “I mean, you’re already my own emotional support Hufflepuff, right? Why not be there for each other?”

You gulp loudly, then wince at the sound before nodding. Then, realizing your mistake, you open your mouth again to agree but your voice refuses to cooperate. You take a deep breath in, then take your hands away from Ominis, instead lifting your arms and wrapping them around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. Your fwooper trills softly nearby, and you couldn’t have asked for a better day.

A/N: Let me know what you all think! A part 3 is possible if you all want? I know I kinda rushed the affection but I could explain it in later parts if this becomes a series!

[possamble]

Do you have any headcanons or thoughts about Falin having a crush on Marcille pre-canon? Especially during her later years at the school/the years she was with Laios.

Just full on "awkward and slightly gnc teenage lesbian has a massive crush on the touchy-feely girly girl straight best friend" tropes everywhere. Even better bc it's the "best friend is also the popular girl while lesbian is the slightly ostracized quiet one" dynamic in school. Falin gets so so so good at not having a heart attack every time Marcille gets in her personal space. But she's so resigned to never saying anything bc why would a girl as blinding as Marcille ever like her back. She also doesn't make an effort to get over it either, she's just content to be trapped in that stable dynamic of silently being in love with Marcille while getting to enjoy CLEARLY being Marcille's favourite person. She gets so used to it that it's almost just background noise most of the time-- it would have to be, unless she wanted to be freaking out 24/7 bc Marcille is so goddamn affectionate.

Her feelings also definitely change throughout the time that they're in school together-- at first it was this "whooaaah pretty older girl" puppy crush that you can clearly see developing in the flashbacks we get (I think she doesn't even like... realize her fixation on Marcille is romantic at all until years after it starts, when she's 12-14 ish and all the other girls around her are talking about crushes). But then they get closer, over the years Marcille starts getting really attached and letting down her guard, and Falin gets to see the ridiculous side of her. She gets to calm her down from her tantrums when experiments don't work out, or help her clean up when something explodes in her face. I feel like the progression of her feelings from "schoolgirl infatuation" to "unrequited love" probably almost exactly corresponds to how slowly Marcille goes from trying to keep Falin at a polite but friendly distance (like she does with everyone else) to her facade completely eroding as she becomes her cheerful and ridiculous self again for the first time since her father died.

That's probably the saddest part: Falin knows that she's clearly Marcille's favourite person on the surface level, but she doesn't quite fully grasp the enormity of what that means to Marcille. She doesn't get that she's the person who made the world colorful again for Marcille, that she is the first person outside of Marcille's family to really and truly make her laugh. She just thinks she's the beloved but dinky little short-lived sidekick, one of many that Marcille has had and will have.

Part of it is that, despite Marcille becoming such a clingy and affectionate best friend, I think her initial demeanour already did its damage. You see Falin being super adventurous and weird at first, bringing Marcille berries and other stuff, only to be rebuffed by Marcille exasperatedly saying she's working or looking kind of put off by it. And by the time you see her a little older, shes already quieter and better at masking -- and I'm not saying that that's entirely Marcille's fault (being the weird girl at an all girls academy for almost the entirety of her teenhood must have been brutal, my god) but she definitely learned that she's a potential nuisance to Marcille if she doesn't tone herself down. She learned that Marcille most likely sees her as a weird little kid following her around bc she has no other friends. And for the most part, she was never given any reason to unlearn any of that.

And that all very very smoothly transitions into Marcille being her "first love that was never meant to be anyway" when she leaves the academy. Chapter closed in her mind: she loved and pined from a distance and that was that. Every now and then she'll see another woman with Marcille's build or her shade of hair and be like ":( I miss her..." But then just kinda move on with her day. Same with when she's going through her own spellbook and finds a note that Marcille left her/correction that she made-- she'll smile fondly and reminisce about how much Marcille doted on her, and then move on.

Sometimes she thinks about contacting Marcille but convinces herself that it's too late (she spent too many months focusing on getting Laios healthy again and didn't mean to go no contact, but ah well). It's only when she has a practical reason to be reaching out that would also benefit Marcille ("Marcille is studying dungeons and we need a trustworthy mage to go with us to the dungeons") that she feels like she's allowed/that it wouldn't just be 100% a nuisance.

I almost think she didn't expect Marcille to reply at all, only to get a telegraph (or some in-universe equivalent of express mail, maybe magical pigeon carrier) that's like. EN ROUTE TO ISLAND. LETTER TO FOLLOW. and she freaks out like AAAA LAIOS SHE SAID YES WE HAVE TO CLEAN UP NOW.

I do think getting a response accidentally sparks a little hope in her, judging by the way she acts in the chp 57 flashback-- she's pouty that Marcille sees her as a kid, gets really worked up about being presentable, and then tries to play it cool when she actually meets Marcille (as if she didn't freak out and force Laios to shave while rambling a mile a minute about Marcille). She's an adult now, really and truly, and she's seen and survived things that her 18 yr old self would have never even imagined-- then all of a sudden, the person she was in love with since she was ten years old appears, and she's so desperate to be seen as mature and competent. She's trying soooo hard to impress Marcille with her newfound combat and dungeoneering experience...

Only to fall right back into their old dynamic. RIP. At least she gets the girl eventually, even if it takes dying twice and being the core catalyst behind an almost-apocalypse.

[rypnami]

newt scamander is autistic send post

[animasola86]

Beasts Class

The facial expressions in that scene were all horrendous. So I hope you enjoyed the baby niffler as much as Amit did!

(Did you know there was a niffler called Sebastian in Hogwarts Mystery (which I never played)? I sure didn't, but that is another information that will stay in my head and push out a childhood memory...)

[ SCREENSHOTS MASTERLIST ]

[coffee-water-stain]

i think life is more fun when you let yourself believe in silly things. talk to bugs and believe they listen and understand you. be kind to plants because you believe they have emotions. believe in fairies and dragons and vampires, not because it's logical, but because life is more vibrant when you sprinkle some magic into it

[bidisastersanji]

Hear me out… Shrek ZoSan AU- waitwaitwait i swear it makes sense please don’t go this might be my worst best idea ever

Recluse grumpy green man who just wants to be left alone, fights good, has bad hygiene: check

Royal baddie with a secret, locked away for not turning out “right” who can actually fight really well with kicks and has a tougher side under their polished exterior: check

Zoro wants his swamp back after it’s flooded by magical creatures on the run from the tyrannical kingdom of Totto Land

He and an extremely talkative wooden puppet named Usopp go to Tonta Land to demand its ruler remove the magical creatures from his swamp

GIVE HIM THE CHAIR!

Zoro wins the tournament he accidentally entered and is forced by Big Mom to go retrieve the beautiful prince from the highest tower to marry to her daughter Pudding

He so gets lost, there’s a convo about onions, and Usopp and him finally get to the place and there’s lava and a lady dragon named Kaya who apparently loves Usopp’s stories

Sanji is waiting in the room patiently for true love’s kiss and Zoro just hauls him and his perfect ass over his shoulder and leaves

oh thank god they actually didn’t slay the dragon she’s actually been my friend these many years

Prince Sanji demands Zoro removes his helmet and is met with a mosshead brute

He thanks the noble knight and his squire as he’s been taught, however, trembling with concealed anger and not willing to let go of his fantasy of romantic knights saving him from his tower

Oh no they want to bring him back somewhere and night will come soon and he manages to hide himself in a cave the first night, overhearing his saviors talking about the stars during the night

He cooks them eggs and brekkie in the morning, not wanting to seem ungrateful (and he didn’t want the eggs to go to waste after accidentally killing the birds with song)

On the road he and the brute start getting along better, Zoro really appreciating how strong and fun to be around Sanji is, and Sanji feeling so happy being able to be himself authentically (almost) around someone and be appreciated for it

Cue romantic montage

They’re nearly in Tonta Land and everything crashes down around them that one night - Zoro was going to confess his feelings but overhears Sanji saying “who could love a monster” to Usopp, not knowing Sanji is talking about himself

He walks through the night to fetch Big Mom’s generals to escort them back and says goodbye to Sanji

Sanji resigns himself and pushes for a wedding to happen before nightfall lest his secret be out- even though he quickly understands that he’s a pawn for Big Mom to make ties to his sire’s kingdom of Far Far Germa

Meanwhile Zoro is sulking in his swamp

This is all happening with Hallelujah playing btw - picture the wedding cake with the toppers and everything

Zoro arrives to interrupt the wedding and say I object

But it’s too late and Sanji transforms and Pudding reacts in disgust - revealing her true feelings for the Prince and saying that she’s found him pathetic from the start

Kaya dragon comes in and eats Big Mom

Zoro and Sanji kiss and Sanji is like - but ?? I didn’t change ? I was supposed to be beautiful

You are beautiful , cook.

Cue “I’m a believer” wedding montage with the usual suspects

The end (unless Shrek 2 with germa ??)

Can you believe I wrote this whole thing from memory of the Shrek movie + did so without ever confirming that the protagonists were actually in ogre form ?

[skettchyartendevours]

Oop, sorry I disappeared for so long! Here's a small collection of Autism creature doodles to make up for it (Plus one ADHD creature for funzies)

[r-dee-art]

Harry

[theaskywalker]

Imagine bonding with Newt due to you taking care of a baby Occamy

Masterlist

[tsubasaclones]

Do big powerful wizards even need jobs? It feels weird imagining Clow Reed working at dennys or something

While not needed, I think it makes sense that she would feel like she should have a job, especially given how she saw touya growing up.

Ive always liked the idea of ccs only really being us seeing her starting to become a wizard rather than the whole journey of it. Sakura in her 20s trying to probe the multiverse ever since she met another version of her in a dream at the same time as struggling with work and adult life seems fun.

If there must be a ccs sequel, i wish it was this.

that's true but also like... you gotta afford life somehow right.

(one thing i've always wondered about clear card is where tf is kaito getting money from cause i don't think he's ever had a real job and he got excommunicated from his group so...??? how is he affording to continue moving around and shit)

i 100% agree about the idea of ccs only being the start of her being a wizard. i mean she has a shit ton of magic it's not like she's just gonna stop. and syaoran has his clan and all that so it's not like she's never gonna be involved in magic stuff again post-story

anyway i think 100% she could become some celebrity in the wizard world or whatever but i think it makes sense for her to have a normal person job too, cause she's got plenty of non magic friends and how are you gonna explain to them "oh im a wizard" when they ask about your job LOL

[childotkw]

Do any of the professor's go to Harry for live advice when he's proclaimed the Love god seer?

They do eventually and god how he wishes they didn't

[floralstorms]

tehe I have. An au. For The Characters

[paeinovis]

Developing a theory that Phoenix's personal Place of Living is a disaster, while the Wright and Co. office is kept impeccably clean (him looking after Charley, compulsively cleaning the toilets in Multiple Games and even getting Apollo to in AJ) because Mia did the same (and/or had him doing those chores while he was interning for her lol)

[indorset]

Reader insert #2

Prompt: None. Inspired by this scene in Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them.

Summary: An explanation to the gif above. Unknowingly (I didn’t plan on it when I started writing) set in the same verse as “visiting Hogwarts”.  Can be read as a stand alone.

Words count: 801.

Rating: G

Warning: none. Though if anything comes up to you, do let me know. 

A/N: I couldn’t resist the forehead touch (again). It’s so soft, just like Newt Scamander. 

You casted a drying spell as you discarded the broken brolly aside; London’s weather was as rainy and gloomy as ever. A pile of papers and envelopes on the floor caught your attention. Casting a quick Reparo at the brolly, you picked up the mails. The flat was dark and quiet.

“Newt, I’m home!” You called out. 

Our home, you smiled at the thought. You have been living together for two weeks now, and it still felt like a dream. There were some adjustments to be made, small arguments over who stole the blanket at night, but you wouldn’t trade anything in the world for this domesticity that you two shared. 

You were sorting through the mail– Muggles, while blessed for their invention of electricity and the sewage system, had managed to send all sorts of bills to be paid– when you heard a muffled clang toward the bedroom’s direction. 

Probably inside his suitcase, you thought, since the bedroom remained dark. You put the sorted mail on the mantelpiece and discarded the rest with a flick of your wand, then quickly made your way to the source of the noise. 

The suitcase sat open on the bed. As you approached, you caught sight of a picture of Newt and you by the bedside table, illuminated by the faint glow of streetlight. You drew the drapes and whispered Lumos, electricity bills be damned. Your face broke into a big smile as you picked up the picture. Newt kept many photographs around the flat: of you, of the two of you together, portraits and sketches of his and your beloved creatures. Your favorite of the two of you had ended by his side of the bed. Your finger traced his face as he softly gazed up at you. Even in a photograph, you could still see his freckles, dotting like stars. 

“Merlin’s beard!” The shout from inside the suitcase startled you. Putting the picture down, you hurriedly took the steps descending down to the wonderland that is Newt’s suitcase.

“Newt! Is everything alright?” You found him hunched over by his desk, cradling his arm close to his person, his great blue coat laid abandoned nearby. 

“Y/N! You’re back!” Newt’s bright, sunny smile immediately abated your worries. You couldn’t help but grin back at him. But that didn’t last long. 

“Stars! What happened?!” You gasped– there, where his skin was visible, were teeth marks in shades of reds. Newt’s white shirt was soaked with sweat. You started to examine him profusely. Those looked like–

“Murtlap’s bites?” You ran your fingers gingerly over a mark by Newt’s collarbone. His shirt was unbuttoned down the first three, leaving his chest half exposed. You felt Newt’s breath hitched as your fingers brushed against the angry red of his skin. 

“Yes. I have been… observing different reactions one might get when bitten by a murtlap. So far, it has been quite harmless. The only thing was that… flmns…”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that?” You looked up at him as he averted his gaze, cheeks pink. You didn’t realize your face was so close to him. You could see his constellations of freckles so clearly from here. 

“The only serious reaction was… flame out of the anus.” He mumbled the last bit. Your lips thinned as you tried to hide a fond smile at your magizoologist. Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them was published right before you moved in together. Only Newt Scamander would work on a revision so soon after the book’s premier. His compassion and dedication would never cease to amaze you. He did it not for recognition nor fame, but purely out of his compassion and dedication to the magical creatures.

“Let’s treat these bites, then you can go and update your manuscript, yes?” You brushed the sweaty hair out of his face and pressed a kiss on his freckles, his cheeks warm under your lips. You started to pull away, only to find his lips on yours. You leaned into the kiss as one of Newt’s hands caressed your face, the other a comforting warmth at your waist. 

You reluctantly pulled apart and rested your forehead against his. “Exactly how much flame out of the anus are we talking about?” You said cheekily.

Newt’s face is a whole other shade of red that you had never seen before. “I would say it depends on the diet one consumes.”

Your laughter rang through the space. If this was how it’s like with Newt, you couldn’t wait to spend the rest of your life with him. But that would be for another day. While the future was exciting and full of possibilities, you were content and happy at this moment in time, surrounded by the fantastic beasts and the love of your life. 

[blazingstaro]

Secret for the OC Ask Thingy except I'm choosing Mags because I crave lore. Gibe now /j

GIIIRRRRRRLLLLLL YOU PICKED THE JUICIEST ONE FOR HIM

LET'S GOOOOOOOOO

Okay okay so something DotS Magolor never wants anyone to know, most ESPECIALLY his parents, is the state of his soul

The Master Crown leaves its mark on every Magolor, most commonly in the form of scars atop their head. He has no such scars (he does, however, have tons of scars hidden under his thick fur from other things™️)

For DotS' Magolor, Magolor Irioma, it impacted the very source of his power, vitality, and being when it puppeted him: His soul.

The state of the soul is everything for a Dream. It dictates their stamina; it's where draw their power from. Magolor is immensely powerful, but his stamina doesn't match because his soul is severely cracked.

Over the years in the Dream Kingdom, it's had some time to heal from his near-death experience in the Dimensional Abyss, but nowhere near enough to a full recovery

Because of this, he's very frugal about his strong spell usage. He's not entirely sure what's up with his soul either, but whenever Ethonians gaze into his soul, he sees each one grow pale. It's frightened him as well, especially because he can't see it for himself

Any Soul magic used on him could do serious damage to his already frail soul. Could also be lethal in a sense that a Dream can't come back from. It has him living in fear for his life every day, and he most certainly doesn't want those close to him knowing that one wrong move could kill him in an instant

It's why he's gotten so good at defensive magic lately

Magolor's soul is held together by his sheer determination to live

[acanadianmuggle]

Rated M - oneshot - 4282 words - complete

DFW Tropes Fest 2023 - assigned trope: co-workers

The Giant Squid is lonely and the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures has sent two employees out to rectify the situation. What happens when consentacles lead to employees bed-sharing?