#cnco au

[trafalgarlogy]

Can i possibly have an au where grimmjow falls for a female college student when he invades karakura town

certainly !

Song suggestion: Me Necesita- PRETTYMUCH, CNCO

Summary: When Ichigo and Grimmjow, meet for the 2nd time, Both of them being so focused on their battle they didn't realize they had destroyed the entrance of the prestigious college of Karakura, the students in the college were terrified as the two continued on to fight, suddenly they felt a huge spiritual pressure coming from the college, it was a spiritual pressure never felt before, as they checked for who it belonged, they saw girl with (h/c) hair approaching them as the other student, tried to stop her from going. She kicked their asses and finally came to them. continue to read below to find out what happened next..

"wooh, having quite the guts I see~" Grimmjow smirked at your face, "you're annoying." you said without any hesitation continuing, to chew on your lollipop, " are you a shinigami (soul reaper)?" Ichigo struggled as he coughed out blood from his mouth, taking out the lollipop you replied, "If you had said it out loud, I would have broken your nose", "and its none of your business for who I am" glaring at the wounded boy. " and its none of your business to interfere in our FIGHT!!" Grimmjow yelled approaching you, you took no second to react back kicking him in the stomach which sent them flying away to the abandoned building that stood in front of the college, seeing this view the entire college gasped.

as the dust cleared out where Grimmjow was standing, He was covered in blood, Ichigo's jaw dropped at the huge impact made by just a single kick, "Impressive~" Grimmjow chuckled, "Didn't know you were so shameless, Blueberry" you said, putting back the lollipop in your mouth, "Who the fuck are you calling Blueberry, HUH?!" he yelled at you from a distance, "So what should I call you? Kitty?~" you smirked, "Damn you-" a vein popped up on Grimmjow's head as he turned all red, "awww look who is blushing?~" you chuckled mocking him.

He stormed toward you taking out his katana, you also walked toward him, getting ready to slice with his katana he made his move but it was stopped by you placing your lollipop in his mouth, he stood there like a statue for a split second as Ichigo was all red as well, " did I steal your first indirect kiss, Kitty?~" you said smirking widely, "I-" Grimmjow was left speechless with your act, but suddenly he teleported through a portal disappearing from the scene but luckily no one noticed it other than you and Ichigo. You walked towards Ichigo who was covered in many wounds and scars, "I think you need to get yourself treated, is there someone around who can carry you?", "I'm fine.." as he tried to get up, but he fell back failing to get up, "yeah right..." you rolled your eyes, "What's your name...?" he asked, "(Last Name) (Name)", as you walked away seeing Rukia coming running "ICHIGOOOO!"

you didn't dare help the guy cause you knew if you helped him, hollows and soul reapers come after you, again

on the other side, Grimmjow was transferred to the ground where Ulquiorra was.

"we are done here...its time to retreat" Ulquiorra commanded staring at Grimmjow, with his green eyes showing no emotion

"tch, I wasn't done with that brat..." Grimmjow complained.

"I don't care, It's Aizen-sama's order to retreat, Let's go." Ulquiorra ended his sentence, opening the portal to Hueco Mundo.

Grimmjow didn't care about whatever Ulquiorra said, cause he was lost in the thoughts of this girl he just met, he had to admit she was attractive and none the less interesting...

"Guess the trip to Karakura was worth the while~" he hummed smirking within himself.

(if yk, where I took the first indirect kiss concept from you're cool in my eyes) Hope you like it! Thank you for reading!~

© nyxxcore

[pohutukawa22]

The Girl in the Band: Bardot - a Cautionary Tale by Belinda Chapple

I read this a couple of days ago. I've returned it to the library, so I'm going off memory.

For those that don't know, Popstars was a reality tv show for finding a manufactured girl band. The first one was a NZ band, Bardot was the Australian version. (from 2000) Belinda says that she has heard that the contracts aren't that much better for the more modern reality show bands.

A couple of Belinda's claims.

The person making the overall decision wasn't the three judges filmed

It was a 5 piece group, but when they got to the final 10, the programme gave each girl Au$1.5k to go consult a lawyer. The lawyer Belinda consulted told her it was a terrible contract, that she & the other band members would make no money & their appearance had to remain unchanged - in other words watch your weight!

Belinda claims the band was disbanded to concentrate on a solo career for Sophie Monk. (NB: Sophie has a different story)

So they had the girls over a barrel, as they knew if they didn't sign the others would. Belinda claims to be the only one that baulked & that her lawyer was able to find out that she was definitely one of the Top 5.

I don't think it would be so bad for the CNCO chicos (it can't be as bad or Richard & Chris wouldn't have been able to buy homes) But I think there are parallels & I'm wondering at what stage the La Banda chicos were given contracts. Top 15 seems the most likely.

If anyone is interested the Australian Popstars is on You Tube. As someone who has quite recently watched La Banda, there are definite parallels. I've just watched the first 4 episodes & one of the extras, so far.

[cncoluvbot]

new cnco writing blog

hi, all! welcome to cncoluvbot — a new cnco writing blog! feel free to send in any and all requests pertaining to the guys. i accept all ideas from smut to fluff and everything in between, so be as creative as you’d like (and maybe send in some au requests). even if it’s just something small like “how do you think the boys would be in xyz situation” i would be happy to oblige (:

[daebakinc]

REQUEST GROUPS AND RULES

Groups

ADMIN TAM WRITES FOR: ATEEZ * BAP * BTS * EXO * DAY6 * MONSTA X * NCT * SEVENTEEN * SHINEE * VIXX * STRAY KIDS

ADMIN V WRITES FOR: AMBER * ATEEZ * BAP * BLACKPINK * BLOCK B * JAY PARK * KARD * MONSTA X * MYNAME *CNCO* STRAY KIDS

Rules

Please, NO shipping requests.

We will ONLY do scenarios for the groups listed above as these are who we know well.

We will write for ANY GENDER or SEXUAL ORIENTATION.

We will write fluff, smut, AUs, etc. with a few exceptions: 1.No member-on-member. 2.Nothing we deem as promoting rape culture or self-harm. 3. No idols competing for the same OC. 4.No smut for underage idols.

[thestreamingone]

Franck Diongo : « Le pays va mal et ce, dans tous les secteurs de la vie nationale »

A l’instar de JM Kabund-a-kabund, le président du MLP, Mouvement Lumumbiste Progressiste, Franck Diongo Shamba, n’a pas eu de mots tendres à l’égard du Président de la République Démocratique du Congo, Félix Antoine Tshisekedi Tshilombo à qui il a rendu hommage pour l’avoir fait sortir de la prison. Lors de sa sortie médiatique du mercredi 20 juillet 2022 au centre interdiocesain de la Cnco de…

[thequeenkrys15]

When Dusk Rises: Ch. 2

Hey y’all! Look who posted on time today! This week was actually a good writing week for me. My creative juices were flowing right. I think this is going to turn out to be a wonderful series. If you have not read the Background Info or Chapter 1 please do. I will be working Chapter 3 this week, but until then, enjoy this chapter!

Characters: Witch!Reader, Magic!Richard, Magic!Christopher, Magic!Zabdiel, Magic!Erick, OFC!Maya

Word Count: 1793

A/N: Please don’t copy my work. I’ve worked really hard on it for your enjoyment, not for it to be plagiarized. 

“Y/N! Are you okay?” Maya helped me up as Joel joined her side. “How are you already on Erica Lovely’s bad side?”

“To be clear, she bumped into me. Who is she anyway?” I said as I dusted off my clothes.

Joel looked like I had offended him. “She’s like, the top witch at our school. Magic comes so natural to her, like, better than the rest of us. She’s the star pupil, so watch out for her.

Maya, though, did not seem all that impressed. “Trust me, she’s not as good as she thinks. In reality she’s simply a teacher’s pet. But enough about her. Come on, we’re gonna be late for our next class.”

As we started heading to our next class, “Practicing with Potions”, I noticed that Maya had a deep scowl on her face, probably still thinking about Erica. I wonder what she ever did to her?

*Time Skip*

“Alright class, today we are gonna start with an easy potion: hair growth. One of my personal favorites actually. One, because it’s simple and two, because it’s funny.”

All of the students are partnered up, standing at wooden tables that looked like they had been grown from the very ground we are standing on. I’m listening to talk about how much she loves this class, specifically because she thinks the teacher, Mr. Zabdiel, is cute. Can’t say I disagree, he’s as tall as these trees surrounding us! In his cardigan, he seems to be at peace out here, like he really is one with nature.

“Most of the ingredients are around us already, being that we are outside. But the items that don’t say “Outside” on it, are on this cart right here. Simply gather your ingredients first before we start.”

I walked around with Maya to get our ingredients. From nature we need fresh dirt, acorns, and tree sap. How are we supposed to get the sap out of the tree? And then from the cart we need the spell activator. I had to push Maya along so she would stop ogling our teacher.

“I can’t help it! He’s so cute, just look at the way he talks to animals!”

It took me a minute to realize he was actually talking to animals, “How is he doing that? Is he using a potion?”

She scrunched up her face in thought, “I don’t think so. I think he’s always been able to do that. You know, since he’s one of the Elemental Brothers.”

Now I’m lost. “Elemental Brothers?”

“See, Joel wants to talk about how special Erica Lovely is when he really should have talked to you about the Elemental Brothers. They’re the most famous magical family this land has ever seen.” Maya seemed super excited to share this information with me.

“Well, if they’re so famous then why haven’t I met them?” she started laughing.

“Silly Y/N. You already have.”

“Come again?”

“You have met them. At least, three out of the four. Mr. Zab gets his power from the earth, that’s why he can talk to animals. Mr. Chris, who you met earlier, gets his from water.”

I thought back to his class, remembering how he came in on a wave. So that’s why there’s that huge body of water. I kept listening to Maya as she asked me a question.

“Are you taking Astral Projection? Because I think they just hired their younger brother as the teacher. Erick, I think? He controls air.”

I’m fascinated while listening to her, but then I get confused, “Wait! Earth, water and wind. There’s one missing.”

She suddenly remembered, “Oh yeah, Headmaster Richard! He controls fire.”

Well, that’s kind of on the nose, his hair is red, “Why do they all work here?”

“Wow, you do not know the history at all.” she groaned, “They’re family built this school. Hell, their family practically built this whole town.”

*Time Skip*

Well I guess I do have Astral Projection as a class. Not only is this my last class of the day, this is one of the few classes I have without Maya, so I really just want to get through this one as quickly as possible. To be honest, I miss that plucky girl.

The teacher walks into class five minutes before the bell rings. He looks young, like REALLY young, like he just graduated from the academy himself.  

“Good Afternoon class, my name is Mr. Erick, and I am the new Astral Projection teacher here at CNCO Academy.”

A student scoffed, “You literally look like you attend this school. How are you gonna teach us anything?” There’s always that one jerkface.

“Uh well, I can tell you that not just ten minutes ago, you were trying to flirt with that girl sitting next to you, telling her what sports you play and what kind of car you drive. I can also tell you that she did not look interested.” Everyone started laughing in that kid’s direction. Okay, this teacher is officially my favorite.

“Alright, settle down. I will say that astral projection is not easy, so we are going to have to take this course as slow as possible. We are going to start with simply projecting our spirits outside of our bodies.”

We’re all sitting on our rugs, respectively, waiting for Mr. Erick’s next instructions. Mr. Erick sits down on his rug as well, crossing his legs and putting his elbows on his knees. We follow his example.

“I want everyone to take a couple minutes to breathe in and out. Relax and let your mind go blank.” I do as he says, relaxing my shoulders and trying to put my mind at ease.

“Stay relaxed. Now try to focus on your energies. Feel the essence inside you.” I look inside myself, searching for my spark of magic, focusing on it, reveling in it.

“Doing good so far. Now slowly, allow for your essence to leave your body. Do not attempt to go anywhere. Simply relax, focus, and release.” As Mr. Erick says this, he is also astral projecting so he can see the students complete the assignment.

I channel my energy and let it go, allowing my spirit removing itself from my body. Except, I’m not in the classroom, in fact, I don’t even know if I’m in the same town anymore. I walk around to see if I can find a landmark of some sort. Walking around, I start to hear voices from afar, coming closer. The voices sound almost, angry. As the voices draw nearer, I see a light coming my way. Wait, that’s not a light. That’s... fire. The fire starts flickering, almost like everything else around me. I can hear someone calling my name in the distance. My head starts to hurt, and suddenly it’s like I’m yanked back into my body. It takes me a minute to realize I’m back in the classroom, with Mr. Erick starting to come into my vision.

“Miss Dusken! Can you hear me? Are you okay?” Mr. Erick is slightly shaking me, and as my vision starts to set, I see the other students have gathered around us as well.

“My head hurts a little, but I’m fine” I say as I stand up. It was then that the school bell rings, signaling everyone that it’s time to go home.

I try to leave with everyone else, but Mr. Erick stops me in my path, with a worried, yet mesmerized look on his face.

“Is everything alright Mr. Erick? I really need to get home.”

“Yes Miss Dusken, just a few questions. Have you tried to astral project before?

Why is he asking me this? “A few times, yes”

“And does your head hurt every time?

“Actually, yes” I stared at him in realization. “Is that weird?”

He shakes his head quickly. “No, not at all. One more question: Are you sure you’re alright?”

I looked at him puzzled, “Yes sir. Why? What happened during class?”

He stepped aside so I could pass, “Nothing really. It’s just you were gone for 45 minutes.

“And?” I say as I’m walking out the doorway.”

He turns back around, “The exercise should have only lasted 10.”

*Time Skip*

3RD PERSON POV

Richard sits in his office as he waits for the rest of his brothers. The school day has ended, but his youngest brother, Erick, called a meeting, claiming that it was urgent. As he waits, he plays with the candles on his desk, making the fire on the wicks dance to an upbeat tune. Christopher walks in a few seconds later.

“Alright Richuki, what was so dire that we couldn’t talk about later. I got a hot date dude.” Christopher huffs with his arms crossed.

“Maybe you should talk to your little brother because it wasn’t me.” Richard waves his flames away.

“I doubt it’s that important. You guys know Erick. He’s probably just excited about something.” Zabdiel walks in with a cat in his hands. “Anyways, look at this little guy. I found him wandering in the forest while I was teaching class.”

“Is it a familiar?” Chris askes.

“I don’t know. I don’t see a collar.” Zabdiel says. “I think I’ll take him home with me, and if no one claims him by the end of the week, I’m keeping him.” He smiles at the cat, hoping he would get to become his new friend.

Suddenly, Erick comes rushing into the office, looking like he was out of breath. He takes a minute to regain his composure before he speaks to his brothers.

“I’m here. Sorry I kept you guys waiting.” Christopher helps steady Erick’s balance.

“No worries, man. But what’s up? Why did you call this meeting? Richard stands up from behind his desk.

“A student. Have any of you met Y/N Dusken yet?” Erick looks around the room.

“The new girl? Yeah I have her in my Potions class.” Zabdiel says.

“Me too. Sweet girl.” Chris remembers.

“What about her Erick?” Richard asked.

“I have her in my Astral Projection class, and something peculiar happened. I only instructed my students to simply project the spirits out of their bodies, but she went an entirely different route.” Erick sat one of the chairs in the room.

Richard was intrigued. “Continue.”

“Well, the exercise was only supposed to be ten minutes, so when everyone else came back and she didn’t, I had to get her, and what I found was strange.” Erick explained. “She somehow was able to zap herself to another time period. The thing is, she had no control over it.”

Realization started to come to Richard’s mind. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

Erick nodded his head. “Yes brother. I think we’ve found her.”

This Y/N person seems to be important for some reason. Stay tuned to figure out why! Remember to LIKE, REBLOG and FOLLOW! Please and thank you! Until next time...Kisses!

[anninhiliation]

CNCO as Twilight Characters

Quarantines done it to me guys. You're welcome. (Don't ask if I'm okay you're not okay)

Christopher Velez as Edward Cullen

Pale

Protective

Stronger than what they look

Would say "fuck it" for a girl

Will fight for his girl

NASTYYYY OOOOOOO BOIII

Zabdiel De Jesus as  Jasper Hale

Hot

Mysterious

Quiet

Idk just sexy

Don't fuck with him

Will judge you low key

An interesting past

Richard Camacho as Jacob black (shoutout to Lucia for the idea)

Baby boy

What's a shirt?

Jealous

Of course Christopher would steal his girl

Big family boy

Daddy

Loyal to his pack

Joel Pimentel as Charlie Swan

Im fucking crying at this point im so funny

Mature

Very huuuuhhgggg mmmmm fffffffffff

Gets flustered easily

A little awkward

A parent to his bandmates

Innocent

Doesn't pick up whats being put down

CHUUURRRCCCHHHHH BOIII

Erick Brian Colon as Seth Clearwater

A baby

Youngest?

Everyones baby brother

Looks up to people and people take him in 🥺

So cute

Very adoptable

Both should be tucked in and kissed on the forehead goodnight

[capri-ramblings]

King's Burden, CNCO Medieval AU

Another CNCO aesthetic and One-Liner post, this was kinda hard to do but I went with what I felt for each boys,so I'm sorry if it's not as accurate.

Anyone can use my one-liners to make their own thing,but I'd appreciate it if I was tagged and credited if you do! I'd love to read what kind of stories ya'll make from them (◕ᴗ◕✿)

•Richard

- A golden sword,a heavy shield weighing down on shoulders that exudes a tiresome slump

- Cheers of welcome and gratitude bellows from the ever growing nations of people

- They chant their King's name like a song from a victorious glory

- He sits upon a single throne made from the finest of stoned marbles, but it is still just one throne.

"A King without his Queen,is a King without his Heart"

•Zabdiel

- A castle near the ocean bays,waves crashing against rich brown sand and crested rocks

- Bards come to play at the young King's domain almost every night, music filling the halls of its ancient standing

- The widowed dowager sits close to his side,face masked,hands gloved and body too close to call a Friend

- A throne made from crystals and diamonds,women adorned in silk and sheets.

"Lift your head to carry the crown,lower yourself if you seek to have its power"

•Erick

- A fallen kingdom,death at each doorstep of people who knew no way to put their spirits down

- A war cry,blood smeared over a face of a boy no more than fifteen, a broad heavy sword held in a grip of anger

- Stolen rights,stripped from his people and crown,face pushed down into the muddied ground

- Teeth grinding,heart clenching, something sharp piercing through his flesh, another cry.

"Rise and bare your teeth,let the lambs know how sharp your claws are,how deep they cut through skin"

•Joel

- Something rustles in the garden outside, murmurs of birds and small creatures,the sun is bright, a glistening yellow of wealth and royalty

- The young Prince sits with his dying grandfather, a chair too big and a bed too small

- An heir gripping,and gripping until he can't anymore,until the hand he holds no longer curl around his

- The sun was bright,but the throne has been emptied,crooked hands reaching out to touch it's white marble carvings and claim it as their own,an heir weeping on a grave with grief in his bones

"They will take what they will and leave nothing for you,so leave your mark. Scorch their flesh with your right as King and they will burn."

•Christopher

- A bastard child, a child who's mother holds him close to her as rain pours down and the streets are filled with poverty

- She sings him a song and he hears it in notes so heavenly,the bruises on his body are no longer hurting him

- Finger nails cracked and filled with dirt, a smile so bright it is the only thing keeping her alive, he is a boy but is dealt with a beating just because he wanted to bring back the bread to her

- Bravery burns in his eyes,kindness glimmers from his every touch, just a boy, so she holds him tight for as long as she can,until he is no longer a boy,until she can no longer hold him

"You are King,it is written in the footsteps you leave behind,in the way your heart beats and your blood boils."

Bonus

•Yashua

- "Usurper" They call him, without really knowing the meaning of it. The spite they hold against his name is for the sake of their King,this he knows

- A robe of gold linen and crested with the sigils of mystic beasts, a smile too far to reach the crease of his eyes

- A younger brother, yet not a lesser one. They take his loyalty as a sign of a budding betrayal, bitterness, but do they know the parts of him he's sold off to ensure his brother's claim to the throne?

- He will waver,but they will never see it. They will curse his name, but it always be 'Brother' when the King calls him

"A King without a crown is still a King."

@whymyeyeslikethat @cnco-hq @alexmariesblog

[smoljoelito]

The Red Queen AU with CNCO

Hey guys! Sorry I haven’t been active for like a week, but I’ve been planning something for a while now. So, I’m going to release a royal AU series based off the novel The Red Queen by Victoria Aveyard, and if you haven’t read it, I recommend you do because it is phenomenal! It’s not super popular, so I’m going to provide a description below so you understand just a bit of the plot before I give you my story. It does spoil some things tho so if you ever want to read the series, don’t read this.

Okay so in the red queen there’s a caste system based on blood color. So you either have red or silver blood. Red blood means ur like destined to be a slave and live in slums since you’re considered “lesser”. Also, the reds are “conscripted” into war at age 18 unless you are apprenticed. Basically, you gotta get a job otherwise your sent to die. Then there are the elite silver blooded people (they blush white it’s trippy af) and they are elite Bc they have powers. So each silver has a power and there’s a a lot of powers. The king and his sons, Maven & Cal, are burners, meaning they control fire. There’s shadows which bend light to be invisible, silks with enhanced agility (spies basically), Swift with super speed, nymphs which control water, etc. The only catch is they can’t produce their power basically? Like a nymph has to have a water source, a burner has a bracelet that produces sparks to make a flame, etc. Then there’s the newbloods (the main character Mare) who has red blood but silver abilities. She has electrokinesis and can produce electricity without a source, making her more powerful than the silvers.

[cloudfiveclub]

CNCO Elemental AU

random idea i got a while back; not sure if this is weird or anything but uh- here it is LOL enjoy hopefully xx

masterlist

disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true. None of these pictures/photographs are mine and I simply found them on the internet; only the moodboards are my own edits.

Christopher Vélez | Fire

↠ constantly burning with passion 

↠ his passionate self makes him very flirty; he melts everyone’s hearts

↠ everyone loves his enthusiasm 

↠ easily excitable; in fact, bursts into flames whenever he gets too excited  

↠ always optimistic; has a very bright personality 

↠ loves camping and setting up campfires

↠ has a bad habit of burning things by accident 

Richard Camacho | Ether 

↠ never takes anything too seriously

↠ fluent in sarcasm; unintentionally hurts people’s feelings sometimes

↠ values his personal space too much

↠ likes partying but can also be withdrawn at times

↠ enjoys alone time more than the average person

↠ hates clingy people 

↠ has taken girls on overly private dates one too many times; accidentally creeped a few out 

Zabdiel De Jesús | Earth

↠ likes meditation, fresh air and essential oils 

↠ calms everyone down when chaos is present 

↠ likes the peace and tranquility; prefers to be quiet 

↠ mom friend; gives good advice and enjoys comforting people

↠ good support system

↠ thinks plants are better than people

↠ has given a girl an entire greenhouse as a gift before   

Joel Pimentel | Water

↠ the easy going friend

↠ scary when provoked or upset; do not mess with him

↠ very adaptable; knows how to get used to different environments and situations quickly  

↠ wants to be a merman 

↠ always thinks before he acts or says something

↠ that one person who always reminds everyone to stay hydrated

↠ can cry an entire waterfall of tears; literally 

Erick Colon | Air

↠ very restless; can never keep still 

↠ extremely energetic and positive 

↠ values his carefree lifestyle; he never takes anything seriously

↠ falls in and out of love too easily; he’s always on the move searching for someone new 

↠ likes playing with helium 

↠ is best friends with fire but everyone is scared of the two of them hanging out with each other 

↠ pretends that cotton candy are clouds when he’s eating them 

[toxicxxmyth]

Mafia Au

He ruined my dream journal

My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets, but never the one with big brown eyes and a heartbeat.

“He’s going to break you”

“But you’re going to love him anyway”

Demigod Au

Your soul is a beautiful melody, let’s write a song together.

You’re a work of art.

“Love is powerful”

“It can even bring the Gods to their knees.”

Two because I’m a hoe for both.

@cncobby

[flamediel]

@bluuesmoana is 100% to blame for this but today on fic ideas I'll dangle in front of everyone's faces, close enough to tempt you but too far away to reach...

CNCO Bridgerton AU

[thequeenkrys15]

When Dusk Rises

Hey y’all! Sorry I’m a day late, a lot has happened within this past week. But I’m so excited for people to read the first chapter of “When Dusk Rises”. If you have not read the Background information you can read that here. A couple things before we start, first off: looks. Richard’s hair is red and curly. Christopher’s brown with the blond highlights. Zab will have his current style and so will Erick. Those styles are what I prefer and they are just SO CUTE with their hair like that. Next, the spells. I’m kind of using spells from everywhere, some from tv shows, movies and books, and some I find on the web. All harmless though. Lastly, posting. I know I said Sundays, but sometimes I might get caught up doing something, so if it’s not Sunday, it will definitely be Monday. Just know it will always be a week. Now, without further adieu...

Characters: Witch!Reader, Magic!Richard, Magic!Christopher, Magic!Zabdiel, Magic!Erick, OFC!Maya

Word Count: 1305

A/N: I don’t know if I need to say this, being that this is my first series and all, but don’t try to copy my stuff please. My work is my work, and I’d like to keep it that way.

Eyes. About twenty pairs of eyes are staring at me in this decorated classroom as the academy’s headmaster introduces me to the students.

“Alright class, I want everyone to meet Coach n’ Crown Oaks Academy’s newest student, Y/N Dusken. Let’s give her a warm welcome.” Everyone started to clap along with Headmaster Richard.

I’ve never really liked attention, it always felt like people were judging me, which they usually are. I can practically hear their thoughts: “She doesn’t look magical. Where does she get her power? Can she even control her magic?” Oh yeah, I’m a witch by the way. Well, not a good one, I didn’t even know I had powers until a couple years ago. This is currently the second academy that I’ve attended so far, the first said that I was a failed witch. Most students progress in perfecting their magic over time because they start at a young age with their families. I never knew my parents, or anyone who would be considered “family” for that matter.  

“Alright Y/N, you have your schedule and all of the supplies you need in your bookbag, yes?” I nodded for Headmaster Richard, ready to just sit down and get away from the prying eyes.  

I take an empty desk in the middle of the classroom, not too close so I’m not always called on but not too far so I can still see the board. Just because I’m a bad student doesn’t mean I don’t try. Most eyes have left my face but some are still lingering. Maybe I have a hair out of place? I get out a notebook and am currently trying to find something to write with. Did I leave my pens at the group home? I see a hand reach over, putting a pencil on my desk, the hand belonging to a girl next to me.

“Saw you struggling there. Thought I would help you out. I’m Maya.”

“Y/N. Thanks for the pencil.” I said as the class period bell rang. Guess I didn’t need a pen after all.

I packed up my stuff and started heading out of class with Maya hot on my heels.

“Hey hey hold up for a sec. So are you like a transfer or something? What school are you from?” she asked as we headed down the hallway.

“Something like that. I was at Why Don’t We Prep.” I turned towards Maya and noticed she had a shocked look on her face. “What?”

“That is supposed to be the best magic school of all time. Why in the world would you transfer here?”

“It wasn’t by choice. I kind of got kicked out.” She asked me why I got expelled and I cringed. This was not a topic I wanted to discuss.

“That’s okay, I won’t press. What class do you have next?” I looked at my schedule.

“Spell Incantations. Why?” A huge grin appeared on her face.

“That’s my next class. One of my favorites actually. You’re gonna love the teacher. Follow me and I’ll show you.” I quickly followed Maya as we weaved through the students to get to our next period.

*Time Skip*

Why didn’t anyone tell me this class was near a sea? And how did they hide this huge body of water behind the friggin school? The smell of fresh water as I surveyed the students sitting on the sand with books on their laps. Everyone seems to be ready for class, but where’s the teacher?

“He’s coming. Just watch the waves.” she says as everyone turned to the sea.

All of a sudden, a huge wave came out of nowhere, which appeared to have a tiny man on it? As it drew closer, the wave got smaller and smaller, until it placed the man on the sand, only sprayed the students with a fresh spritz. The man had brown hair with blond highlights, and the biggest brown eyes I’ve ever seen. He wore a long-sleeved button-up and some khaki pants, which were soaked, but by the way the water was manipulated off his clothes and was now totally dry, I’m gonna guess he’s the teacher.

“Hello class, I hope everyone is having a great day so far. Let’s do fifteen minutes of preparation time while I walk around and make sure everyone is ready.” He walked around with his clipboard to make sure all his students were in class.

He made his way over to where me and Maya were to check us both off of his list. He recognized Maya, but stared at me with confusion.

“Have you been in my class before?” Before I could respond, Maya answered for me.

“This is Y/N Dusken, Mr. Christopher. It’s her first day.” she was very excited to introduce us.

“Riiight, Richard said I’d be getting a new student today. Well, it’s very nice to meet you. As you know, I am Mr. Christopher and I am one of the Spell Incantation teachers here at CNCO Academy.”

I leaned over to Maya, “CNCO?”. She whispered in my ear, “It’s short for Coach n’ Crown Oaks.” Nodding, I tuned back into Mr. Christopher.

“Basically, I help students perfect the pronunciation of spells and help them focus to make the spell come to life. If you ever have any questions, please don’t be afraid to ask.”

I looked around at the location his class was in. “Why is your class next to open water?”

He smirked, “It relaxes me and my students.” He checked our names off and walked away.

Mr. Christopher seemed cool. A little quirky, but in a good way, like nothing really bothered him. In a way, his demeanor could be described as a wave, just going with the flow. He stood in front of class and began teaching.

“Okay class. Our spell for today will be: Cashmerus Appearus.”

*Time Skip*

Spaghetti and meatballs? I wish I knew a spell to turn this into some fettuccini alfredo instead. I get my tray from the lunch lady and make my way around the cafeteria. For once I’m glad we have to wear school uniforms; not many people are noticing I’m the new girl yet. Luckily, I didn’t have to walk around too long because Maya found me standing around.

“Hey Y/N! Over here!” I briskly walk to her table to find another person sitting with us. A boy actually, with nice curly black hair.

“Y/N Dusken, I’d like you to meet Joel Pimental. He’s on our training level too!” He shook my hand as I shook his.

“Mr. Christopher’s class today was kind of simple, not gonna lie” Maya said as she dug into her mashed potatoes.

“Are you kidding? My shirt kept turning into a jersey” Joel disagreed.

I sighed. “At least a shirt appeared for you guys. I couldn’t get one to show up.”

Joel nodded. “It just takes practice; you’ll get it eventually.”

I got up to get some napkins, and as I was walking, a girl’s shoulder bumped into me. I was about to apologize when she whipped around with a scowl on her face.

“What it newbie! Didn’t you see me walking?!” She dusted herself off while her two friends looked at me like I committed a travesty.

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to get some napkins.” I was trying to walk away, but she just won’t let it go.

“You’re not sorry, not yet.” She waved her hand in the air, laughed, and walked away.

That girl takes herself way too seriously. I tried to start walking again but tripped over myself, falling to the ground. I looked down at my feet and noticed my shoestrings had been tied together. Next thing I knew a nice group of people started laughing in my direction.

Yeah, I’m gonna do great at this school.

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[anninhiliation]

Survivor

La Guerra Del Mundo

Disclaimer: Don’t copy my work. I do not give anyone permission to do so. Stop copying and pasting and write your own pieces. 

Warning: This is not light-hearted. The following depicts violence, terror, death and mentions blood. Please do not read on if violence, the mention of death and blood, or anything connected to war would trigger you. 

The debris took weeks to settle down, but for those who breathed it in during the pure chaos, and aftermath trying to save their friends and family quickly fell ill. First, their breathing became tortuous, then blood would come out with each cough, and it did not take long after that for them to suffocate to death. You were lucky the woman handed you her handkerchief, preventing most of the particles from entering your lungs, thus saving you from inevitable death. Soon after the attack, food and medicine became scarce. Farms and hospitals in various towns and cities had been burned down during the invasion, only further weakening your country. As head of the house, you began scavenging abandoned buildings and homes of the dead. Your country became a target to Unum Imperium after Norway was conquered. International troops were sent to your country which only provoked Unum Imperium to attack again, only this time with the intent to take over. The once busiest part of town fell into the war zone. Snipers had been set up in the highest buildings that each side took over. The subways had been bombed so enemies couldn’t sneak in through the underground, and fallen soldiers rotted away in the streets.  Sleeping through the night turned difficult as grenades were thrown aimlessly and painful screams echoed through the land. The days were quieter, with more precise gunshots, thus more killings and less destruction. Civilians tried to go on with their days, forming a new normal bargaining and trading became common among neighbors as a means for survival. Unum Imperium continued to burn down buildings, specifically anything they deemed unnecessary. Only further ruining your once beautiful homeland and making it even more difficult to survive and to fight Unum Imperium. 

“We’re out of food” your mother sighed as she opened all the kitchen cabinets looking for anything edible for you and your siblings

It broke your heart watching your mother take smaller rations only for you and your siblings to have a little more. Her frame turned very fragile as time went on, making her almost unrecognizable to the woman she once was. 

“Ms. Rodriguez died yesterday, maybe she has something?” Maria chipped in 

Your mother shot you a look as you grabbed your worn-out black backpack off the coat rack. 

“And that’s assuming the home wasn’t ransacked yet, or burnt down,” you said matter of factly as you tied your boots on “but it doesn’t hurt to check, and if she’s empty then maybe the pizzeria by where The Split Bean was has something under the rubble”

Luckily for you, The Split Bean was not at the heart of the utter and pure chaos, but it was still extremely dangerous to even step foot in that area. 

“Y/N you have to be out of your mind” your mother frowned “that’s a suicide mission especially going now”

She was right, the sun was beginning to set only giving you enough time to check the house and make it back before nightfall. But this was something you had to do if you didn’t go now the chances of the house still being untouched were slim to none. Even one can of food, any food meant your family got to live another day. 

“Well, hopefully, there’s food in that house because it looks like we have no other choice plus Rodriguez didn’t live far from the pizzeria it’s out of the way only by a little.” you stated as you made your way out the door “I love you guys”

You refused to look back after that, knowing that there was a high possibility you wouldn’t come home. You stayed as quiet as possible running along anything that could help possibly hide you. The sun’s rays gave a weak golden glow to everything it touched signaling there was little time left until nightfall. Your heartbeat out of its chest, with every move you made. It was only a matter of time until grenades would begin to fall from the sky. You knew you were getting close as what started out as hiding between bushes and trees slowly turned into sneaking around burnt cars for cover.

“Thank god” you mumbled to yourself as you spotted Rodriguez’s house in the distance

The house appeared to still be intact, making you bolt straight there as fast as you could. You checked the house for an easy access in, and to double-check there was no movement. But every door and window seemed to be locked making you groan in frustration. Looking around the backyard, you spotted a rock and figured it would do. You broke the basement window and kicked the remaining glass into the home. After it was clear, you threw your backpack inside and squeezed right in the small rectangular window. Landing on an old wooden table, knocking over a radio, a few books, and two picture frames. You then grabbed your backpack off the floor and quietly double-checked the home. You were lucky, the home had been abandoned, only with a few things missing as if someone took them with the intent on returning. You opened your backpack as you raided what little food was left in the pantry, and then the medicine cabinets taking whatever seemed useful. You checked the closets and dressers in case you missed something, but sadly nothing good was stored away and finally went to the fridge.  You took whatever could fit and decided to check out the pizzeria anyways. It was only a fifteen-minute walk from where you were and you figured this was the perfect time as it was too dark to see anyone clearly but too early to start throwing grenades. You rushed over as quickly and as quietly as you could. Only two of the Pizzaria walls stood, mostly crumbled down, but enough to give someone the idea of what once stood. You stood in the back, assuming where the kitchen once stood and began shifting through the rubble. Finally, a lonely dented pot stood, giving you hope that maybe there was something close encouraging you to move faster. Suddenly a loud explosion erupted about 500 feet away from you, making you drop a can of tomatoes. 

“Shit” you grumbled to yourself as your heart began to pound out of its chest

A second grenade went off, this time further away from you, but still making you tremble in fear. Abruptly you heard feet dragging and someone groaning in pain come closer to you. Letting instincts kick in you backed into what was left of one of the walls as you clenched a piece of stone tightly. You kept still and quiet until a soldier appeared. You didn’t recognize his uniform, but it wasn’t Unum Imperium. He fell to his knees on the rubble, making him wince as he clutched his side. He was covered in blood, and dirt, but his features stood out to you. A strong jawline broad shoulders, a few tattoos you could make out on his hands. His uniform and helmet covered most of his body, but you could easily tell he was attractive. You dropped the stone and slowly approached him, with open hands. He looked over at you gingerly looking at your every move. 

“I can take you somewhere safe,” you said as you got closer “and I can fix your wound”

He continued to watch you with captivating brown eyes, making you a little nervous. 

“It’s only like a fifteen-minute walk” you continued as he just looked at you

It felt like he was boring into his soul, with the only thing pulling your eyes away from him was the sound of the third grenade. 

"I'm getting you out of here" you groaned as you grabbed his free arm and wrapped it around you as you helped him up and dragged him out of the dead zone

His body was heavier than yours, making your neck and backache as you moved as fast as you could. He winced every so, often making you mutter an apology each time, knowing he must be in excruciating pain, and walking an extra fifteen minutes must be hell. Then, the fourth grenade hit, exploding about 100 feet away from the two of you making you topple over, bringing him down with you. As you fell down, you made sure to break his fall, letting his body crush you further. 

“Shit-” you winced as his heavier body crushed you “sorry”

He tried standing up on his own, groaning as he struggled, but his efforts helped you get back up and lean him over you once again. It was you who winced this time as your right leg felt nothing but pain as you continued to drag him back to Ms. Rodriguez. But you did everything you could to ignore your pain and help him. You were determined to get him to safety even if it killed you.

[capri-ramblings]

Midnight Beasts, CNCO Imagines +Special Insert

This is a mess,but okay ♥️.

•Richard

He's been your best friend since childhood,and the two of you were inseparable. Wherever little red hood went,her wolf was close to follow.

He was no Big Bad Wolf though. Far from it,really.

He was always afraid of revealing his true self, especially with the person he vowed his loyalty to. In his eyes you were too good for him,too human. Whereas he saw himself as a monster, something to be put down.

"You'll hurt her" This keeps him on edge. Keeps him believing that maybe one day,he will hurt you. And then what? The thought had him baring his teeth and clenching his fists.

You've always wondered why he kept to himself sometimes,how in one minute he's hugging and laughing with you and in another he's built this wall between the two of you. He didn't seem as free as he was when you were both younger. There was a restraint you saw in him but could never manage to figure out. It was like trying to find him in a sea of people but constantly losing him instead. Each passing day,you felt him drift further away from you. You're conflicted; A part of you wants to confront him about it. "What's wrong with you?", "What's happening with us?", "Are you okay?",and then there's the other part, the softer, much less angrier part that's too afraid to force him out of a shell he isn't ready to leave yet.

"I don't want to hurt him" This thought has you staying up late at night,wrapped in a blanket that you wished were his arms instead.

•Erick

You've been in this old town too long to not have known what really ruled over it,or who rules over it. The local Werewolves here didn't even bother to hide it, but you hid the fact that you knew. Mostly because you weren't really interested in getting tangled up in all that drama, and because to be honest,you weren't really interested in them whatsoever. They were all too... Wolfy? If you had to describe it. They seemed to have no control over their Impulses or instincts, always needing to mark what they own and go around howling at night to warn people of their prowess.

They looked like humans but acted more like beasts than ever.

You weren't into the whole vibe of it, of course until the young pack of wolves showed up and butchered literally any prejudices you had for their species in one single clap. Unlike the ones you grew up with, these males knew what being in control was and they did it without being animals about it. There were five of them,all well-built and dominating in their own way, yet they worked perfectly well together. Almost like actual blood brothers. You remember meeting one of them at the grocers once, and how different it was to talk to him. How human and casual it felt.

The other packs hated them with some exceptions of smaller packs joining alliances with them.

If that wasn't enough, you couldn't keep your eyes off the youngest one.

"He's a lil too young for me" You tell your friend at the bar, and yet had your gaze fixated on him like a magnet. He sat at the table right across the room, surrounded by the other wolves. They were laughing and although he was too, he seemed as if he was in an entirely different zone than theirs. Gaze still and hooded, the dark themed club illuminated his forest green eyes like a temple, and when he glanced your way, lingering, you lost your breath and then your heart.

•Christopher

You could train a monkey and it would be more successful than trying to train your overly enthusiastic, optimistic and jokester nextdoor neighbor.

It wasn't that you disliked him, Chris was someone very easy and pleasant to be around. Almost everyone wanted to be his friend and have him cracking jokes at their parties,but you never had parties (never wanted to), you weren't always in the mood for jokes and sometimes having someone who always seemed ready to jump just at the mention of your name was a bit stressful. Still, you didn't hate him.

Unlike all those TV dramas and teen books that portrayed his kind as unstable and constantly on edge, Chris rarely ever lashed out on you or turned to his Werewolf nature. There were days you even doubted that he was one until you almost got mugged once and he lunged in to help you; The happy-go-lucky demeanor he carried gone as he stood in front of you and bared his teeth,eyes bright and gleaming with the intent to kill. You could never get that Image out of your head, but you trusted him, so the fear vanished quickly.

If only the annoyance did as well. *sigh*

He doesn't leave you to your space at all, you don't even think he understands the meaning of personal space. The books and series got one thing right at least; He was protective.

"Jesus Christ,I can walk home perfectly well alone."

"But mi amor, what if someone jumps out from a bush and hurts you?"

"I think someone else is going to get hurt if they don't leave me alone"

•Zabdiel

When you first see him, he has his lips on another woman's. Hands gripping a waist that would break so easily in his grasp as she leans in against him.

His eyes peaking through dark lashes as heavy as the focus dwelling in those deep set of brooding brown gaze.

You watch him and notice how he looks at you as if the woman he held didn't exist.

A voice. A name. Your friend is calling out to you, you turns around,head slightly dizzy as if you've already started drinking.

That night, nothing was as loud as the sound of your pulse beating in your ears each time your mind went back to him.

He's aloof, or seems to be at first, when you meet again it's because your friend was a friend of his and decided to drag you along to hangout. A part of you flinched at the sight of him,this odd sense of intimidation holding your head down, while the other part had you feeling giddy, too excited to say you weren't at least attracted to him. You kept your distance however,never letting your friend leave you alone whether or not he was near. The thought of being around him for too long and without any kind of support seemed all too dangerous.

But,you couldn't keep yourself from stealing glances his way, couldn't help but wonder if he remembers you.

His friends were so friendly, attentively listening and making you feel at ease, all the while he sat on the sofa with his legs parted, and arms stretched across the sofa's headrest. He smiled once in a while, let out a little laugh out of courtesy, but you didn't feel like he was really letting you in. It was more like he placed a mirror in front of it all and leaned against it for the illusion of being friendly.

Now you saw him as an overly powering male with no actual interest in anything other than his ego and image, and you were pissed.

"I think I'm gonna head home first" You tell your friend as you stood up and grabbed your things.

"It's still early tho—"

"I've got somewhere else to go"

You didn't let her say anything else as you bristled pass her, head held high and temper fuming. You weren't entirely sure why but you know he could've at least acted like he was interested just a little bit more, and not as if he was doing it because his friends told him to. As if you didn't exist in his radar at all.

Caught up in your frustration, you barely noticed the male tailing behind you and only realized it a bit too late when you went to open the door but it closed right in front of you instead.

"What?" You swirl around ready to lash out, yet unprepared for the intense gaze that immediately froze you in place.

Zabdiel loomed over you like the sky, expression unreadable.

Your breath hitched, words lost.

He looks you over,eyes deliberately drinking in your form before it shifts to your lips and then straight to your eyes.

He leans in,your eyes shut close.

Then a voice; "There's pizza in the fridge, we're gonna heat it up later. You should stay."

•Joel

"You don't get it" Joel throws his hands in the air, frustration glistening in the brown of his eyes,and you watch as he paces from the sofa to the kitchen counter like an upset child.

"Joelito, you're a werewolf not a three headed donkey,stop stressing"

"How does that make me stop stressing?" He glares at you, eyes narrowed "You're bad at this,I should've went to Ricky instead."

You thought Christopher was a handful but being in charge with a werewolf like Joel was like Hell's kitchen. Anything could be set on fire, and all because he makes it sound like everything was flammable.

Out of all the five, Joel was the one most worried about being what he was. Or at least he acted like the world was constantly ending because of it.

He needed to keep up his image,had to make sure it wasn't obvious he wasn't entirely human. He fussed over every tiny detail. It was overbearing, but you knew he meant well by it. He cared,not only about himself but about the other guys too. He knew how risky it was if people found out,knew what each guy was putting on the line. He couldn't afford to let it slip.

He was grateful you're constantly by his side,he's not going to admit it (even when everyone else already knows) but he's had a crush on you for a long time,and despite it all, he found confiding in you the most comforting thing ever. He could tell you all his secrets and doubts,and not worry about being put down. You understood him, and even when you didn't you always try to understand. You kept him grounded, and he'd risk his life to keep you safe.

•Yashua

He's the one in the gang that doesn't seem to fit like a puzzle piece but brings a whole new charm to it regardless. The loner and at the same time the one who has his Pack's back anytime.

People gather around him, laughing, enjoying themselves, and he always finds a way to loosen up anyone who isn't having fun.

And yet, as you learn to take time and really observe him, you've come to realize how there's this impenetrable wall around him. You notice the little things he does,how he stays quiet and watches any newcomers before really going out there and interact. As if every move he makes has already been calculated.

It took you a whole day to have him actually say something to you, and that was after everything had died down and people were getting ready to head home, he was friendly though. When he told you to take care and stay safe on your way back, you heard the genuineness in his voice and warmth in the way his lips curved into a small smile.

It was funny,but after seeing that you couldn't help but to smile yourself all the way home.

He was charming, and it showed in the way people's eyes lit up when he made jokes and fooled around. He dresses and sometimes acts like he's one of the young pups but you got the feeling it was a cover up. He wasn't as reckless as the younger wolves you knew, and he wasn't dumb either. It showed in the way his gaze would sharpen and dim just a bit whenever a situation happens,as if he's studying it all with a keen eye and an ever keener mind.

The way his body asserts his dominance is loud but the way he keeps to the back of the group during outings and chills around with the older members makes him seem quiet, intense even.

But then again,there's days when he's the loudest of them all, not bothering to hide the fact that he could out alpha anyone present.

He was something hard to decipher, someone not so one layered. Maybe that's why you find yourself falling.

@whymyeyeslikethat @cnco-hq

[cloudfiveclub]

CNCO Demigod AU

impromptu au and i know i still have a lot of unfinished requests sitting in my ask box and other headcanons i have to finish but i couldn’t resist doing this. thank you to @christophersdicc for inspiring me to hop back into moodboard making LOL, hope you guys enjoy and let me know if you agree/disagree on this! xx

here’s my hogwarts au if you haven’t already read it!

masterlist

disclaimer | these are only based on my own opinions and imagination and are purely fictitious, as such they in no way accurate or true. None of these pictures/photographs are mine and I simply found them on the internet; only the moodboards are my own edits.

Christopher Vélez | Son of Aphrodite 

↠ a total natural flirt

↠ a player; loves all the attention he gets from people

↠ impeccable good looks 

↠ cares a lot about his appearance; makes sure he dresses nice, smells nice, looks nice etc. at all times 

↠ loves playing matchmaker

↠ extremely social

↠ possesses charmspeak; able to get what he wants and influences people easily

Richard Camacho | Son of Aphrodite 

↠ flirting comes to him easily; he has no problem doing it

↠ unintentional heartbreaker; he really doesn’t mean to disappoint so many hearts

↠ impeccable good looks 

↠ loves experimenting with different styles to switch up his looks

↠ cares a lot about his appearance; makes sure he dresses nice, smells nice, looks nice etc. at all times 

↠ loves physical and emotional contact

↠ possesses charmspeak; able to get what he wants and influences people easily

Zabdiel De Jesús | Son of Apollo

↠ highly gifted in music

↠ gives great advice

↠ brings comfort to people; able to help them heal emotionally  

↠ basically able to heal people with his voice alone

↠ has a positive aura around him 

↠ most in-demand cuddle buddy

↠ not the most athletic but pretty good at sports

Joel Pimentel | Son of Athena 

↠ very athletic and strong; excels in sports

↠ flexible and able to adapt easily 

↠ gifted in weaponry 

↠ thinks before he speaks; and not afraid to speak his mind 

↠ very wise; knows how to comfort people and solve their problems 

↠ loyal and will fight to the death to protect those he loves

↠ often mistaken as a son of aphrodite; he has many many admirers

Erick Colon | Son of Hermes 

↠ a trickster and prankster

↠ loves games and having fun 

↠ always positive 

↠ sociable; loves meeting new friends 

↠ swift and quite athletic; his skinniness makes it easy to move fast

↠ not always appreciated and recognised because there’s too many people in the hermes cabin 

↠ very helpful

BONUS: Yashua Camacho | Son of Hades

↠ prefers to be alone 

↠ a tad emo and angsty 

↠ fiercely loyal towards those he cares for 

↠ has experienced too many heartbreaks 

↠ mistaken for being cold and unfriendly a lot

↠ actually very nice and sensitive when you get to know him

↠ likes the color black too much