#git's birthday bash

[fujowebdev]

The Fujoshi Guide to Web Development, now on Kickstarter

Thank you all for joining us yesterday for the Git's Birthday Bash, and for helping us celebrate his 10010th birthday. As a token of appreciation for your generosity, we have now unlocked a new add-on item for our backers: exclusive catboy bath water.

I mean, how often does one get to help support a more independent web AND get catboy bath water in return? Hurry up though, cause there is only a limited number available ���

[Bonus under the cut]

Seriously: help us reach our goal by backing us on Kickstarter, reblogging this post, and sharing it with your friends!! Every little bit helps!! [Catboy Bath Water Promo art by @sgt-spank + bonus GitHub by @brokemycrown.]

[chemicalcain]

i have been thinking so so much about the fujoshi guide to web development. i cannot get catboy git out of my head. unfortunately this has manifested as a desire to bully him, so i drew him getting neutered! HOPE YOU ENJOY @fujowebdev

bonus:

[fujowebdev]

Incredible entry!! Extra points (there's no points) for catching the whole team by surprise with Miette!Git. We'll never be able to unsee this.

hello? stackoverflow? has anyone else noticed the new git release behaving... a little different?

[transcript under the cut]

git (a catboy wearing an oversized hoodie, doing his very best 🥺 and pushing his fingertips together sadly): ...you... you reset --hard origin me? you reset --hard origin me because of the merge conflict? oh! OH! jail! jail for $USER! jail for $USER for one THOUSAND years!

$USER, in a spiky speech bubble, from offscreen: THIS WASN'T IN THE FUCKING MAN PAGE!

[glambots]

Yes!! Finally!!!

Okay, okay, I have this idea:

The GlamRocks (+sun/Moon if you can) reacting to someone who don't celebrate their b-day because they had really bad memories in that day.

Limit is 4 per ask, so I'm only doing the band for this one!

🎩Glamrock-Freddy + "A Merry Un-Birthday:"🎩

He is...very sorry to hear that. One's birthday should never be a day that they don't want to celebrate--because it was the day you were brought into the world. But, he'll respect your wishes, of course. Any time people ask you about your birthday, or b-day plans, he'll very subtly redirect the conversation towards something else. And though he won't go throwing you "secret parties" or anything, he has to give you at least one gift on your birthday. To remind you of how happy he is to have you in his life.

🐊Montgomery Gator + "A Merry Un-Birthday:"🐊

Damn...he couldn't imagine what that's like. He always treats his "birthday" like the total blessing to the world that it (He) is. And, being the stubborn git that he is, he'll ignore the advice that everyone gives him and try to throw you a "surprise birthday bash," in hopes to remind you that your birthday should be seen and celebrated as the excuse to party hard that it is. (It...does not go over well. Obviously.) After that, he has sorely learned his lesson. Respect boundaries. Stop being so stubborn. No "surprise parties."

🍕Glamrock-Chica + "A Merry Un-Birthday:"🍕

That's no fun! So, you don't do anything on that day? No party? No presents? No birthday cake??? She couldn't imagine a party without cake. But, you don't even have the party, so. Chica will definitely respect your boundaries, and similar to Freddy, go out of her way to distract those pressing for info about your birthday--but she might "just so happen" to have a spare slice of cake available on that particular day. No real reason! She just felt like you'd appreciate it! It's even your favorite flavor! (Ignore the candle.)

🐺Roxanne Wolf + "A Merry Un-Birthday:"🐺

Really? Wow. That...that sucks. She's so used to birthday parties being the "biggest thing since sliced bread" around this place that the idea of someone not wanting to celebrate it is. Weird. Not that she's judging you or anything. She gets it. It can be tiring, having to go through all of that. So. Yeah. She'll respect your boundaries. No talking about it. No mentions of it. Nothing. She won't even tell you "Happy Birthday," though she does get close to it. The most she can get out is: "Hey...uh. Thanks. For being here. Or whatever."

[enigmalea]

Catnip.exe

Words: 480 Rating: Teen Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Git, GitHub, Terminal Additional Tags: Comedy, Catboys & Catgirls, Anthropomorphic, Past Tense, POV Third Person Limited, Recreational Drug Use, Sort Of, It's Catnip, Tentacles, The Catnip Incident, Git's Birthday Bash, Tumblr Prompt, Twitter Prompt

Summary: GitHub is causing trouble at localhost HQ.

My unofficial take on the Catnip Incident; written for Git's Birthday Bash!

READ ON AO3

@fujowebdev

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

do you have anymore tua at hogwarts headcanons?

heck yes i do!! i was actually thinking of creating another post, but hey your question seems as good of a place to put them all as any :>

tua headcanons (hargreeves at hogwarts, part 2/?):

in third-year, a la hermione granger, they offer five a time turner because they’ve seen how hardworking and responsible the slytherin is. five takes one look at the device and bursts into side-splitting laughter, much to snape’s bemusement

the first time the kids come home, reginald locks away their school things and wands in the downstairs closet. he quickly comes to realize how monumentally stupid of a decision that was when mcgonagall returns to the academy, this time with hagrid and professor flitwick--who has always harbored a soft spot for the kids--in tow

when reggie makes a disparaging comment about vanya’s lack of interest in training and how worthless this makes them, flitwick actually has to cast a temporary body-bind spell on minerva before she can bash the ugly coot’s face in. she wasn’t a quidditch star for nothing!

however, when reggie insults ben, both professors don't even blink when hagrid--whom ben meets for tea at least twice a week, if only to see what new creatures hagrid has--lifts him up by the collar and slams him into the nearest wall, yelling at him to "apologize t' ben at once, or i swear on me da's grave, yer gonna be sorry!"

it’s the memory diego reaches for when he casts a patronus for the first time ever, and thinking about it is almost as satisfying as seeing the silvery wolf prance around the room before returning to nuzzle at his knees affectionately

diego spends a surprising amount of time in the kitchens, and when professor snape questions his behavior, he simply shrugs and says “i was learning new recipes for my mother, sir” and of course, snape, git as he is, recognizes the relationship between grace and diego as the one he somewhat shared with eileen prince, and so snape never bothers him about it again

all seven are nothing but polite to the hogwarts house-elves, and the house-elves ply them with nonstop food in return, especially luther who takes to their cooking like a house on fire

ben never joined the quidditch team, despite repeated insistence from roger davies that he’d be an amazing keeper (”you’ve got bloody tentacles coming out of your stomach, mate! can you even imagine how many goals you could block!!!!”) 

ben simply smiles and turns another page in his book, not quite explaining that the real reason he doesn’t want to play quidditch is because he’s had fifteen years of being pitted against his siblings, and he doesn’t want that to happen here. not at hogwarts; not at their true home

allison joins though, and without a single rumor at that

she’s a ferocious chaser, and matches between ravenclaw and slytherin become quite infamous for allison and diego’s screaming matches on the pitch. all in good fun, of course

(”you call that a goal, sis?” “well, i’m sorry, not all of us have the power to be INCREDIBLY FUCKING ANNOYING”)

vanya just rolls her eyes at them and turns back to her other siblings, all of them huddled under the massive quilt hagrid made her for her birthday last year

five gains something of a fanclub amongst the lower years, due in part to his good looks and intelligence, and in the next six years, he finds himself repeatedly thanking whatever god there is out there that he has the power to teleport

luther and allison try to date in their fifth-year, away from their father’s toxic influence, but it doesn’t really work out

the hargreeves boys being so protective over vanya when she starts dating, only for an annoyed vanya to blast them away with a flick of her fingers after luther and diego elbow each other one too many times and all five of them end up tumbling out of the flutterby bushes, just as vanya and her date are about to kiss

“i can take care of myself just fine, you guys,” she says, annoyed but fond, as they sit in the kitchen with the boys holding ice packs to their bruises

when diego makes to protest, she kisses him on the cheek ... right on his bruise

klaus is the only one of them who actively sleeps in all their dormitories

and yes, even vanya’s, because you know--even the stairs at hogwarts recognize the rights a person has over their gender identity

ALSO i know vanya isn’t trans on the show, but if ever, i can just imagine vanya coming out to hargreeves and being ridiculed for it, but come care of magical creatures, and all the unicorns actively refuse to go near him, and vanya just bursts into tears, not because he wanted to touch them, but because holy fuck, the animals can recognize him for who he is and it just means the world to him

[fujowebdev]

Hopefully FujoGuide will help everyone use Git more... and thoroughly. 😉

[ROBOT VOICE] WELCOME TO VERSION CONTROL

It’s already the 7th where I live, so

Happy 10010th Birthday, Git! I don’t use you as much as I should anymore (or… at all, currently 🙇🏽) and I would like to change that this year. Let’s make it happen!

the fujoshi guide to web development: kickstarter · @fujowebdev

[randomkposts]

Hello

I figured I should start with wall of quotes. Cause whynot

Quotes “It's hard to hate my prep team. They're such total idiots." - Katniss.”

“Here's some advice. Stay alive.” “The cat that Prim got hates me, I think partly because I tried to drown it.” “District 12: Where you can starve to death in safety.”“No. Now, shut up and eat your pears."

” It's lovely. If only you could frost someone to death." "Don't be so superior. You can never tell what you will find in the arena. Say it's a gigantic cake-”“Yes, frosting. The final defense of the dying.”

“Technically, I am unarmed. But no one should ever underestimate the harm that fingernails can do. Especially if the target is unprepared.”

"Well, leprechauns. You know they're not real, don't you?""Let us proceed under the assumption that the fairy folk do exist and that I am not a gibbering moron."

"I majored in Ancient History. You have your own page in the 'Criminally Insane' section."

"Really, Butler, I must begin choosing my business associates more carefully. Hardly a day goes by when we aren't the victims of some plot.""The punching is not helping my concentration, by the way.""Oh, brilliant. I must write that one down in my witty retorts book."

"The pixie is crazy! Give me your gun, Holly. I'm going to shoot him.""Excuse me, Captain. Are you two going to weep salty tears of admiration over a helmet all night, or do we have matters to discuss?"

"This is a well. You might think that there is something to it... But in fact it is just an ordinary well."

Woman in Ur : Hey, where are you four brats off to now? What...? You're going to go save the world...? Did you get hit on the head or something!?

Gilgamesh : Enough expository banter. It's time we fight like men. And ladies. And ladies who dress like men. For Gilgamesh...IT IS MORPHING TIME! Galuf : Bartz! Stop that! Bartz : But it's fun! poke, poke, poke... Bartz : Jumping Christmas!

Edgar : "That's Shadow! He'd slit his mama's throat for a nickel!" Kefka : "This is sickening! You sound like chapters from a self-help booklet! Prepare yourselves!" Locke : "Hey! Call me a TREASURE HUNTER, or I'll rip your lungs out!" Edgar : "If something were to happen to me, all the world's women would grieve!" Setzer : "My life is a chip in your pile. Ante up."

Yuffie : So! I saved the great Vincent Valentine! Do I get any thanks?

Squall : Right and wrong are not what separate us and our enemies. It's our different standpoints, our perspectives that separate us. Both sides blame one another. There's no good or bad side. Just two sides holding different views. Squall : I dreamt I was a moron...

Seifer : Great, I have one chicken-wuss and one kid who just entered puberty in my team! Squall : ...Whatever.

Auron: The red carpet has teeth. Auron: Outside the dream world, life can be harsh, even cruel, but it is life.

Rikku: Memories are nice, but that's all they are.

Kimahri: Pick spot. Shut up. Wait.

Rikku: Do you think we need a password? Paine: How about 'Kick..it's..ass' Paine : The hardest person to know is one's self.

Raogrimm: People are capable of kindness beyond angels, yet we also commit sins that would put a demon to shame... Lonely Chocobo: Warkkkkk!!! Gweh!!!! Warkkkk

Naja Salaheem : (After Abquhbah faints when he realizes that he's speaking to the empress) Nothing to be concerned about, Your Magnificence. Mercenaries are trained to sleep anywhere, anytime if the opportunity presents itself.

Lightning: Worst birthday ever. Lightning: It's not a question of can or can't. There are some things in life you just do. Lightning: We live to make the impossible possible! That is our focus!

White Mage: Hi. I was just wondering if you knew how much we've suffered because of you. Good day. [after finding the Falcon Rydia : It's not yours. Edge : That's okay, it would be happy to be used by us!

...That's General Leo.. He could be my friend if he weren't my enemy.

You think a minor thing like the end of the world was gonna do me in?

"What a cute doggy!' "Leave us. The dog eats strangers...'

This should be fun. When do we leave?

Read my lips - mercy is for wimps! There's a reason "oppose" rhymes with "dispose"...If they get in your way, kill them!I don't care for the appearance of this pitiful little hamlet... So burn it!!

Figaro Guard : Kefka's "One shy of a six pack!" Imperial soldier : I oppose peace! Narshe resident : Narshe is a neutral city.! We want no war here, but that %#$@& Empire won't listen! South Figaro Resident : We may be thieves, but at least we have goals in life!

Cyan: This is the Phantom Train. It carries the departed to the other side. Sabin : Wait! I don't want to go THERE!

Strago: Go to your room! Relm : I will not! What a fussy old man! Strago : Relm! Is that you, my dear? You're alive! Relm : Idiot! Of course I'm alive! Strago : Oh, I'm so happy..." Relm : Did you think I was gonna check out before you, old man? Strago : You're as foul mouthed as ever, bless your heart!

Shadow: I know what friendship is... and family...

"It's not my problem."

"Don't fight here! You'll ruin the flowers!" "I think they believe I have what it takes to be in SOLDIER!" "Mine is special. It's good for absolutely nothing!"

Don't need no appointment... This is a 'mergency! Anyone who don't wanna get their face bashed in better git outta the way!! "I've got the wrong person."

W-wait a second. I won't run or hide. Yes, I was a spy. I was hired by the Shinra. I couldn't help it. How 'bout if we continue like nothing ever happened?

Shut up! Sit your ass down in that chair and DRINK YOUR GODDAMN TEA!

This's gonna be a big splash. Hold on to your drawers, an' don't piss in 'em!!

Maybe God'd forgive an ugly shit like you, but I won't!

I don't know what the hell it is, but it's falling from the sky. Hmpf! It's not even an omen.

Hey, do you know who I am? I'm Cid—that's who the hell I am! Now just let me handle it!

I don't want to regret not having done something later.

I always thought this planet was so huge. But lookin' at it from space, I realized it's so small. We're just floatin' in the dark. ...kinda makes you feel powerless. On top of that it's got Sephiroth festerin' inside it like a sickness. That's why I say this planet's still a kid. A little kid sick and trembling in the middle of this huge universe. Someone's gotta protect it. Ya follow me? That someone is us.

We're busy runnin' back and forth! Even my bikini goddess would be pantin' about now!

Oh, GAWD! If I knew this was gonna happen, I would've taken rope escape lessons more seriously!!

Escape from a world of illusions... Hmph... I wonder which is better.

I know you want my help because I'm so good!

Cloud, put me in your party, so I can get off this ship. Cloud...sign this. It's a contract that says when the war is over, all the materia will belong to me.

The stars shine so bright, like glowing materia... reach up and grab one. GROSSNESS! Don't mess with me old man! You don't even have any Materia!

Citizens, unite! Come to the light, Mako energy. Power is truth. Shinra is the future. Real happiness can be found in obedience to the company People are ignorant. They'll feel better as long as someone is punished.

Godo : Go! Survive till the end! And return! With the Materia! Doctor in Mideel : You can see for yourself what things look like, but at least no one was seriously hurt. We're just very unhappy now. Junon soldier : I'm learning to be a delinquent soldier!! I just can't seem to get the hang of it! Reeve Tuesti : What may be a few to you was everything to those who died...

Barret : She ain't gonna show up. 'Least this time she didn't steal our materia. Guess we gotta be thankful for that. Yuffie : How could you say that!? I came all the way here after being seasick as a dog! I didn't go through all that just to have you guys have the best parts all to yourselves!

...A speech? Forget it. Cut the mic!

You're-going-to-like-me! You're-going-to-like-me! Did it work?

D-Do you have any...hot dogs left?

...The HELL! Man...Now this is what I call boring. This ain't right, man!

YOOOO!!! The HELL you doin'!!!?

I'm a pretty lucky guy. Hand in hand with two beautiful girls.

That is sooo vague!

Super-Duper-Mega-Bummer!!

Well, Zell was riding his T-Board in the hallways of Garden. He made a sharp turn and went straight into the woman's res...

Sharpshooters are loners by nature... We hone our instincts, pour our whole being in a single bullet. The pressure of the moment... An instant of tension... That's what... I have to face alone...

Well, fine then! We WILL have a good time!

Thanks for the support, but I never miss my target.

Well, we could skin this little guy and wear him as a disguise...

I say things that get a rise out of some people. Just don't let it bother you and we'll get along fine.

Ooh neato! A hole in the middle of no-where!

You've all heard this before. How life has infinite possibilities. I don't believe that one bit. There weren't many paths for me to choose. Sometimes, there would only be one. From the limited possibilities I faced, the choices I made have brought me this far. That's why I value the path I chose... I want to hold true to the path that HAD to be taken.

Let's just fire like crazy and make a big hole, BOOM!

...Speeding. Let's go arrest that student for violation of academy regulations. Listen up! Teamwork means staying out of my way. It's a Squad B rule.

This is the scene where you swear your undying hatred for me!

And so, Laguna runs for dear life. She got upset and put fruit jam in your shoes. You were almost in tears!

Fujin: DISTURBING.RAGE!SHOCK!GOOD. CONVENIENT.PERSUASION, USELESS. SEIZE!IGNORE.RUN!ELLONE? NOT HERE.FATIGUE POSSE... We are. We always will be. Because we're a posse, we want to help you. Whatever it takes to fulfill your dream, we're willing to do. But... You're being manipulated, Seifer. You've lost yourself and your dream. You're just eating out of someone's hand. We want the old you back! Since we can't get through to you, all we have now to rely on is Squall! It's sad... Sad that we only have Squall to rely on... Seifer! Are you still gonna keep goin'?

Big Sister: I can't wait until I meet a guy that I can scream at and exchange blows with!

Quistis : You're the squad leader. Good luck to you. Seifer : ...Instructor. I hate it when people wish me luck. Save those words for a bad student who needs them, eh? Quistis : Alright, then. Good luck, Seifer. Seifer : [to Fujin and Raijin] Add Instructor Trepe to the list. Zone : Our plan is to...Selphie : ...Blow it to smithereens with a rocket launcher!? Zone : [taken aback] ...Ahh...not quite... Rinoa : Oh, shut up! I made it like that on purpose. It represents my hatred towards Deling. Zell : Hatred, eh? Yeah...right. Selphie : It's one of the...ugliest things that I've ever seen in my life. You must really hate him.

You don't need a reason to help people.No cloud, nor squall shall hinder us!Piece of cake. I'm an escape artist.

In the end, it boils down to two simple choices. Either you do or you don't. You'd think with all the problems in this world, there'd be more answers. It's not fair... but that's the way things are. The choice is yours.

SON OF A SHOOPUFF!

Al Bhed is Al Bhed. Rikku is Rikku. Rikku swore to protect Yuna. And Rikku is not a liar. Kimahri can tell. So, she is a friend.

Why are you still here, sir? (pause as Auron looks at him) I beg your pardon. We Guado are keen to the scent of the Farplane.

Rikku : Did you...hit your head or something? Tidus : Um, you guys hit me. Rikku : Oh, right...do you remember anything before that?

Sometimes, when I got a lot on my mind, it just helps to go, "AAAAAAAAAAAH!"

"Once Lady Yuna fixes her hair, we leave." "Guard your emotions first, then guard your summoner." "Ha! Legendary guardian? I was just a boy. A boy about your age actually. I wanted to change the world too, but I changed nothing. That is my story." "Don't look to others for knowledge. This is your story."

Don't think it's just a game. Your life's on the line. "You. It's what's for dinner." You. Are. Hired."

Barkeep : Mish Yoona, what can I do for yoo?

Yuna : Duck Soup! Paine : Duck what?

Rikku : I'm gonna kick you in the spleen! Paine : Spleen?

Lightning : (to soldier).Nice gun. Noctis : Goodbye, whoever you are.

You sure are a keen observer of the obvious, kupo!

And I know some "little girls" who can kick your butt!

"You hit the Lord of the Titans in the eye with a blue plastic hairbrush."

Rachel: They asked me a lot of questions about you. I played dumb. Annabeth: Was it hard?"

"Love conquers all," Aphrodite promised. "Look at Helen and Paris. Did they let anything come between them?""Didn't they start the Trojan War and get thousands of people killed?" "Pfft. That's not the point. Follow your heart."'

“Ever had a flying burrito hit you? Well, it's a deadly projectile, right up there with cannonballs and grenades." "The ADHD part of me wondered, off-task, whether the rest of his clothes were made the same way. What horrible things would you have to do in your life to get woven into Hades' underwear?"

Rachel: You're a half-blood, too? Annabeth: Shhh! Just announce it to the world, how about? Rachel: Okay. Hey, everybody! These two aren't human! They're half Greek god! . . . They don't seem to care."-

"What I did next was so impulsive and dangerous I should’ve been named ADHD poster child of the year."

“You're a stalker with hooves." "I am not! I followed her to the Big House and hid in a bush and watched the whole thing.”

Well, we kind of tried to kill each other in a duel to the death." "I see. You tried the diplomatic approach.”

"Well, Percy, what have we learned today?""That three-headed dogs prefer red rubber balls over sticks?""No," "We've learned that your plans really, really bite!”

"Dude!" said a party pony as he unloaded his gear. Did you see that bear guy? He was all like: 'Whoa, I have an arrow in my mouth!”

“Boys are usually forbidden to have any contact with the Hunters. The last one to see this camp…” She looked at Zoe. “Which one was it?”"That boy in Colorado,” Zoe said. “You turned him into a jackalope.”Ah, yes.” Artemis nodded, satisfied. “I enjoy making jackalopes…”

“Christmas in the Underworld was NOT my idea. If I'd known what was coming, I would've called in sick. I could've avoided an army of demons, a fight with a Titan, and a trick that almost got my friends and me cast into eternal darkness. But no, I had to take my stupid English exam.”

“Meat!" he said scornfully. "I'm a vegetarian." "You eat cheese enchiladas and aluminum cans," I reminded him."Those are vegetables.”

"How about this: stealing is not always bad?""I don't think my mom would like that moral."

I thought about the lines Rachel had spoken in that creepy voice: about storm and fire and the Doors of Death. "Maybe," I said, "but it didn't sound so good.""No," said Apollo cheerfully. "It certainly didn't. She's going to make a wonderful Oracle!”

"My son here convinced me that perhaps I should prioritize my list of enemies." He glanced at me with distaste. "As much as I dislike certain upstart demigods, it would not do for Olympus to fall. I would miss bickering with my siblings. And if there is one thing we agree on - it is that you were a TERRIBLE father.”

Running with a drowsy child of Hades was more like doing a 3 -legged race with a life size rag doll.”

“Yay!' he said. 'Now we can eat peanut butter sandwiches and ride fish ponies! We can fight monsters and see Annabeth and make things go BOOM!”

“You know how teachers tell you the magic word is 'please'? That's not true. The magic word is 'puke'. It will get you out of class faster than anything else.”

" He tossed me a jar of thick green liquid—Greek fire, one of the most dangerous magical substances in the world. Then he threw me another essential tool of demigod heroes—duct tape”

“Juniper: Are you guys busy? Percy: Well, we’re in the middle of this game against a bunch of monsters and we’re trying not to die. Annabeth: We’re not busy. ”

Though "peanut butter" is a strange battle cry. It shall be as you say. But my son, pray this works."I am praying. I'm talking to you, right?"Oh . . . yes. Good point.”

“Let us find the dam snack bar," Zoe said. "We should eat while we can."Grover cracked a smile. "The dam snack bar?"Zoe blinked. "Yes. What is funny?""Nothing," Grover said, trying to keep a straight face. "I could use some dam french fries."Even Thalia smiled at that. "And I need to use the dam restroom." "I do not understand.""I want to use the dam water fountain," Grover said."And…" Thalia tried to catch her breath. "I want to buy a dam T-shirt."

"with great power... comes great need to take a nap"

“Oh no." I said panic rising in my chest. "No, no, no, Somebody get a can opener. I've got a god in my head!!”“Well," I said. "If you need me, I'll be outside, playing with sharp objects.”

“Fairness means everyone gets what they need. And the only way to get what you need is to make it happen yourself.”

“I guessed his name was Face of Horror. I wondered how long it had taken his mom to think of that. Bob? No. Sam? No. How about Face of Horror?”

“Now the tattoos," Zia announced."Brilliant!" I said."On your tongue," she added."Excuse me?”

“I just love family meetings. Very cozy, with the Christmas garlands round the fireplace and a nice pot of tea and a detective from Scotland Yard ready to arrest you.”

“Carter Kane, 14, died tragically in Paris when he was eaten by his sister’s cat Muffin.”

“There will be guards,” Bast said. “And traps. And alarms. You can bet the house is heavily charmed to keep out gods.” “Magicians can do that?” I asked. I imagined a big can of pesticide labeled God-Away.”

“I believe you, Sadie.""Oh really. I'm holding the bloody feather of truth, and you believe me. Well, thanks.”

I guess it started in London, the night our dad blew up the British museum.”

“The baboon is driving,” I noted. “Should I be worried?”

“Thank Ra!” She exclaimed. “Yeah, I’m alive.” “No, I almost jumped in after you. I hate the water!”

“Why did adults have to be so thick? They always say “tell the truth,” and when you do, they don’t believe you. What’s the point?”

“I must admit I’m impressed, Sadie. You controlled your magic and controlled Isis. And you, Carter, did well turning into a lizard.”

“That’s Narmer with the spoon,” I guessed. “Angry because the other bloke stole his breakfast cereal?”

“Most of Set’s forces were running towards our boat, screaming and throwing rocks (which tended to fall down and hit them, but no one says demons are bright).

"Great another mystery. I was about to suggest we ram Amos’s head against it and see if that worked.”

The stuff was so thick and rough, it made me wonder if the poor Egyptians had had to use toilet papyrus. If so, no wonder they walked sideways.”

“I looked back, but Bast and Sadie seemed fine. They were still staring at the water as if it were some amazing Internet video.”

. Why would someone display a rock? Aren't there enough of those in the world?”

“Dejardins was so stunned, he momentarily forgot how to speak English. "Ce n'est pas possible. On ne pourrait pas-”

[fujowebdev]

Git's Birthday Bash 🎉🎉🎉

Thank you all for the amazing fanworks of the birthday boy! Amazing to see how you've all interpreted him from the very little clues we left around. Leaving a lot of space to interpret characters differently is part of our "guiding principles of characters creation", but here's a small "mood board" of inspirations behind Git's character.

In no particular order:

Mitsukuni "Honey" Haninozuka from Ouran Host Club

Kokomi Teruhashi from The Disastrous Life of Saiki K

Yukino Miyazawa from His and Her Circumstances

Alois Trancy from Black Butler

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The Wrath of Tiirubon! (Part 1)

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Some things to note before getting into the story:

- The "----" means a scene change, while "~~~~" means the same same scene, but takes place in a different area.

Now with that out of the way, onto part 1 of the story!

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It was Tiiru's birthday today, and Tiiru were eagerly rambling to their sister, Shianbon, what they wanted at the party and how they wanted everything to go as they walked through the mansion's halls. "I know that, you told pretty much everyone up to this past week." Shian said, trying not to sound too annoyed. 

Tiiru rubs the back of their head sheepishly. "Sorry sis, but I can't help but be excited! This might be my biggest birthday bash yet!" They shout excitedly.

Shian smirked. "Didn't you say that during your past four birthdays?" Small pause from Tiiru. "Yeaaah, but I have a feeling it's gonna be bigger than the last one, I'm sure of it! Plus, Polka and Dot are gonna be there, I want it to be fun for them too!"

Shian blushed lightly at the mention of Dot's name, then chuckled somewhat awkwardly. "Y-Yeah, we'll see if it'll be bigger than your last one." 

Tiiru went on excitedly babbling about their special day, while Shian listened, as annoying as it is to hear Tiiru ramble on and on about their birthday, she is going to let them have this since it is their special day, and as long as her sibling is happy, she's content. Tiiru kept talking until they hear voices coming from the room ahead of them. "You hear that?" They ask Shian. "It sounds like Mom and dad, and Mr. Shirobon and Kiirobon."

Tiiru's gaze returned to the door, curiousity piqued. "What could they be talking about?" They wondered aloud. "It's probly nothing important." Shian told them. "I think we went the wrong way because of your rambling. Let's turn around. I'm sure the back door is-" She stopped when she noticed her sibling was no longer beside her. "Ti?" She looked ahead of her and saw Tiiru tiptoeing to the door in question, and face palmed. "Oh bother." She muttered. She can't lie, she was also a tad curious about the commotion, so she followed them.

"Can't ya git offa' yer lazy butt and help with the decorations, Mizuirobon?" Tiiru overheard Kiiro say as they got close enough to the door, which was cracked open big enough for Tiiru to peek through, but not be noticed right away. When they did peek through, they saw a bunch of green and blue decorations all about the huge room, their eyes sparkled. "Wooow..." They whispered.

Shian caught up with Ti by now, and peeked though the opening as well, she rolled her eyes at her sibling's airheadedness, they've already seen this many decorations before, then again, they are easy please. She was going to whisper something, but when Mizuiro replied "I've already done enough, Kiirobon.", she went quiet to listen in and watch.

"Done enough? You've done nothing but jus' sittin' there on yer darn phone the whole time!" Kiiro shouted to the other. "I've been filling out the orders for the pizzas, the catering, and bounce house, that's more work than you think." Mizuiro replied calmly while glaring at Kiiro. "Fer you, maybe. You jus' didn' wanna do the heavy work ya' lazy-"

Midori then piped up as he was decorating the wall. "Kiirobon, quit harrassing Mizuirobon and help Shirobon blow up those balloons." He commanded while gesturing to Shiro filling up said balloons with helium. Kiiro turned to the Sarge with disbelief. "Sarge, are ya' serious?! He isn' even-" "As much as I want him to help, he has done enough work. Leave him be." Midori interrupted with an authoritive tone.

Kiiro turned back to Mizuiro, whom had a smug look that Kiiro hated. "Yer lucky you have yer husband stickin' up fer ya'." He grumbled as he went over to help Shiro with the balloons.

It was quiet for a bit, then Shiro decided to speak up. "Ya know, I'm surprised by how much Tiirubon has grown over the years." "Yeah, neither can I." Kiiro joined in. "It felt like only yesterday I first held that kiddo, they were so Tiiny then." 

Midori rolled his eyes at Kiiro's little pun, but he did get where he was coming from. "I can't believe it either. They've grown up so much." He sniffled. "I'm so proud of them."

"Hun, are you going to cry again?" Mizuiro teased, and Midori got flustered. "Huh? Cry? No! Why would I be crying?! I'm not crying!" Mizuiro chuckled. "Why were your eyes watering then?"

"Eh!" Midori hastily wiped the tears away. "Something got in my eyes!" Shiro and Kiiro laughed. "Sure you did, Sarge, sure you did." "Man, yer sucha' dork." Mizuiro chuckled again. "That's one thing I agree with you, Kiirobon."

Midori was now all red in the face. "I am not a dork! All of you hush about that!" He bellowed as everyone in the room laughed.

Shian and Tiiru snickered quietly. "Our dad is such a huge dork." Shian whispered. "I'm with ya' there, sis." Tiiru murmured. Shian glances to Tiiru. "C'mon, let's go before they notice us." Tiiru returns the glance. "Right."

They both begin to walk away, with Tiiru following close behind Shian. "Y'know, Cashbag, you and the Sarge have grown as well, I distinctly remember when ya' both wanted nothin' to do with Ti when 'dey came to be." Hearing Kiiro say made Tiiru's heart drop and stop in their tracks, while Shian didn't until she noticed her sibling was no longer walking behind her, making her turn around. 

"Ti, you coming?" She called out softly, but Tiiru ignored her, their gaze fixed on the partially open door. "Ti?" Shian called out again. Tiiru once again ignored their sister, and softly stepped back to said door and peered through the small opening.

"Well, Midori and I weren't initially keen on the idea of having kids, let alone one that spawned from one of you and Shirobon's mischievous antics." Mizuiro stated. 

"It is not a good idea to test an invention on unsuspecting biidaman if you have no idea what it even does." Midori joined in.

Shiro takes a small break from pumping up balloons to rest against the wall, one arm behind his head while he waved with the other. "Yeah yeah, we were young and stupid, learned our lesson, having Kiiro and I watch them while you two went through your crisis period of whether or not you wanted to keep them was punishment enough."

Tiiru couldn't believe what they were hearing. They weren't...wanted? Because they were the result of a joke? Not only that, but they lied about how they were born?! They clenched their fists and started to tremble.

Shian, behind Tiiru and having heard what was said, thought it was a good idea to get her sibling away from here right now. "Tiirubon, I think we should go now." She grabbed them by the arm and tried to pull them away, but they wouldn't budge. "C'mon, Tiirubon we need to go." She pulled their arm again, but they still refused to budge. "Ti! Stop being-" Her last attempt at pulling them away made her accidentally bump the door until it was more than halfway open. The noise it made was enough to make the adults turn their attention towards there, all their eyes widen when they saw a clearly upset Tiiru standing at the doorway with an equally wide-eyed Shian whom attempted to pull them away, she let them go, Kiiro let go of the balloon he was filling up, and said balloon deflated until there was no air left, then it went dead silent.

No one said a word, until Mizuiro got up to slowly approached the trembling Tiiru and broke the silence. "T-Tiirubon, you...you d-didn't hear all of that, d-did you?" He stammered out. Whom on Mercury forgot to close the darn door?!

"You... lied to me." Tiiru spoke lowly and shakily. "What..?" Was all Mizuiro could think of saying.

"I was told I was created from that machine because you and Dad had a mutual agreement on having a child for so many years, and here, I find out I was the result of a practical joke?!" Tiiru bellowed, their voice raising in volume with every word. "And above all, I wasn't meant to exist?! Is that what I am to you guys?! A JOKE?!"

"Now now, Tiirubon." Mizuiro waved both hands around while trying to speak calmly. "I don't know how much you heard, but let me explai-" Tiiru cut him off. "SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE OF YOUR LIES!" They bellowed, hot tears rolling down their face, their outburst made Mizuiro take a step back, and Midori a few steps forward.

"Don't you take that tone with your fa- er, mother, young biidaman!" He shouted authoritively in an attempt to get Tiiru to back down.

Tiiru simply death-glared at him, unfazed. "Why should I listen to you?! You didn't want me in the first place!"

Midori spoke more calmly. "Tiirubon, that is not true. Just let us-" "NO!" Tiiru interrupted. "I know what I heard! I was an unplanned child! I was never meant to exist! I wasn't wanted! You didn't want me because I was an unexpected result from two idiots wanting to play a joke!" They turned to face Shiro and Kiiro as they said the second part.

"Hey! We're not idiots!" Shiro piped up. "We just didn't know that's what the machine di- mmph!" Kiiro covered Shiro's "mouth" with his hand to shut him up. "Shut up! You'll jus' make it worse!" He muttered to him. Meanwhile, Shian just stood there, watching all this go down, not knowing what to say or do to diffuse the situation without possibly making Tiiru more upset, she's only good at starting fights, not stopping them. Even on their worse days, she's never seen her sibling this upset before. She hated that she has no idea what to do.

"Tiirubon! That's enough! You're being irrational! Go to your room at once!" Midori commanded as he points to the direction of Tiiru's bedroom.

"NO!" Tiiru refused vehemently. They got into a defensive stance as Midori began approach them. "Tiirubon, do not make me have to carry you to your room!"

Their biidama starts to glow teal. "Stay. AWAY!" As they screamed "away," they fired a shot at their father, it hits, and they send him hurdling into the stacks of boxes of decorations and sent most of the boxes tumbling down on it, Midori let out a loud yelp as they did, then let out more as boxes and decorations fell onto him. Mizuiro gasps audibly as he saw this happen. "Midori!" He cries out as he rushes to his husbands aid.

Not long after their action, Tiiru sprints away from the scene, with Shian, after getting over her shock, bolts after them, while Shiro and Kiiro simply stood there, dumbstruck at what they witnessed Tiiru did, and wondering what the heck did they just witness. Tiiru was rushing through the halls, making their way to the front door, they needed to leave, and Shian was close behind, trying to catch up to her sibling, but they were just out of her reach. This was the fastest she's seen her sibling run.

"Ti! Wait! Slow down!" Shian shouts with an arm outstretched.

"Leave me alone, Shianbon!" Tiiru shouts back to her.

"Where do you even think you're going?!" She asks loudly.

"Out and away from here!" Shortly after yelling that, they make it to front door and escape, once outside, they jump into Tenacious-Tealer, start it up, then begin taking off as Shian caught up to them. "Tiirubon! TIIRUBON!" She cried out to them, only to be promptly ignored by them.

Mizuiro helps Midori up. "Will you be okay, hun?" Midori groaned. "Aside from some bruising, I will be fine."

Their attention, along with Shiro and Kiiro's, shifted towards the open window when they hear the noise of something ready to take off. They rush to said window, hoping it wasn't Tiiru's vehicle, only to find Tenacious-Tealer taking off into the horizon, and Shian calling out Tiiru's name, they really did leave... They all hoped Tiiru will return home after all that, so they could properly explain everything.

----

At Aka's home, Tosukana and Sora are helping Aka with making Tiiru's birthday cake, well, Tosukana moreso, Sora has been staring intently at the cake batter in the mixing bowl, waiting to sneak a taste, but Tosukana is keeping a close eye on him. When he thought neither of them were looking, Sora attempts to stick a finger into the batter, but was promptly stopped by Tosukana. "Don't." He said sternly.

Sora pouts. "Come ooon, Tucker, can't I have just one little taste?"

"Do you want to get sick?" Tosukana scolded. "The answer is still no."

Sora grumbled, then went back to helping out with the frosting ingredients. Shortly after getting the ingredients set out, both the kids' phones vibrate, they check to see why, and find a text left by Midori. "Did you also get a text from Midoribon-san too?" Tosukana asks while not looking up from his phone. "Yup." Sora replies, also not looking up from his phone. "Does your text say we're needed at the mansion?" Sora nods. "Yeah. I hope it's not another training drill."

They immediately get another text from Midori, stating it's not a training drill and he needs help. They gaze up from their phones to eachother. "Guess that answers that." Said Sora.

"Knowing how extra he is, he probably needs help setting up." Aka says as the two boys turn to her. 

"Mom, will you be fine handling the cake on your own while Sora and I had to Mercury?" Tosukana asks his mother.

"I've made many cakes on my own before, don't worry about me." She assures her son.

Sora waves his hand at Tosukana. "Actually, how about I stay behind helping your mom make Ti's cake while you head off to Mercury to see what's up." Tosukana gives him a blank stare, then grabs him by the antenna. "Yeahhh no. He texted us both, we're both going."

He drags him by the antenna towards the doorway while Sora flails his arms helplessly. "OW OW! NOT THE ANTENNA! OW!"

"Bye Mom. I love you!" Tosukana calls out over Sora's shouting.

"I love you too, sweetie! See you at the party!" She calls back to him, then the two boys left.

----

(Somewhere in a heavily wooded area:)

"I can't believe it." Tiiru sobbed as they were huddled up in Tenacious-Tealer. "This whole time, I wasn't really wanted, and I'm the result of practical joke! Is that all I am?! Is my existance nothing but a cruel joke?!" They yelled into the forest before crying into their knees.

Unknowst to them, hiding in the dark brush nearby was the mysterious Dark Desire, having followed Tiiru as she sensed their negative emotions. "Your heart broke from being told a lie all your life, what's worse is you had to find that out on your birthday, what a terrible birthday gift. Maybe you'll accept my gift to you, child." She whispers as she creates a purple broken heart with her dark power in her right palm, then blew it over to Tenacious-Tealer, it hovered and spiralled around in the air until it made it front of Tiiru. 

"Poor, poor child." The "heart" feigned sympathy.

Hearing a feminine voice speaking, Ti looked up from their huddled legs. "H-Huh? AH!" They jolt back from seeing it was a floating broken purple heart. "Wha-What?! What are you?! Did you just talk to me?!"

"Do not fret, child, I'm here to help you." The "heart" said sweetly.

"He-Help me?" Tiiru was uncertain about that, like, they may be an airhead, but they know a talking purple heart coming out of nowhere is not normal, in addition, something about it was suspiciously familiar. They gave it a glare before turning away. "I don't want your help, I want to be left alone! Go away!"

Hmm... Seems like this kid was a bit smarter than Dark Desire thought, she'd thought they'd be easier with them being an airhead. No matter, their anger and hateful emotions alone should still be enough to corrupt them, even if they aren't willing. Too bad they didn't bother shooing the heart away, that could've saved them from it absorbing itself into their biidama.

Tiiru let out a yelp as soon as the heart got absorbed into their marble. They felt a strong tingling feeling throughout their whole body, and they couldn't move. "Wha- What are you doing?!" They stammered.

They heard the female voice begin chanting in their head. "Your heart aches of the truth of your origin. If they stand in your path, then hit those whom wronged you, and are trying to stop you with the force of your wrath!"

As the chant finished, Ti felt their anger turn into blind rage as darkness clouded their mind. They let out a growl as their light-blue eyes turn into a dark purple along with their biidama. "They will pay..."

----

By the time Sora and Tosukana arrived at the mansion in their respective vehicles, Shian, Polka, and Dot were already gathered outside the mansion's entrance along with the four adults. "About time you two showed." Polka remarks.

"Sorry, I literally had to drag Sorabon here." Tosukana says as he exits his vehicle along with a disgruntled Sora rubbing his antenna and groaning. "Ugh, so lame."

"We have no time for idle chit-chat. Do you know why I asked you to come here?" Midori asks the group.

"'Cuz you needed some help with some lame decorations?" Sora inquired. Tosukana elbows him hard. "Ow!" He glares at Tosukana as he rubs his hurt arm.

"No, it is something far more serious than that." Midori answered with a serious look. This got the kids' attention, except for Shian's, she wore a scowl, and had her arms crossed. "Tiirubon is missing."

A collective of "WHAT?!" was shouted by the kids, with the exception of Shian, as she already knows, and the reason why. "Tiiru going missing on their birthday?! That's not a present anyone wants!" Polka exclaimed.

"Oh no, that's terrible!" Dot screamed.

"Midoribon-san, do you know what happened before they went missing?!" Tosukana asks loudly.

Midori hesitated coming up with an answer. "Err... they..." He clears his throat. "They've left to blow off some steam, and they usually take around an hour or less to calm down, but they haven't returned since then. That's why I called you all here, to help search for them!"

"Count me in!" Tosukana proclaims, and the rest of the kids (except Shian) agree to join the search, while Shian continues to scowl at the adults. Why couldn't they just swallow their pride and fess up the truth to why Tiiru disappeared? She'd do it for them, but she was told to keep hush about it, or else she'd get reprimanded.

Midori started giving out orders. "We'll split up to cover more ground. I will scout the woods on ground-level while Shirobon and Sorabon will both scout from above said woods." "Understood!" "Tosukana Akabon, Porukabon, and Kiirobon, you three search the city." "You got it, sir/Sarge!" "Dottobon, Shianbon, and Mizuirobon, you three will stay behind at the mansion in the garage's security area in case they return."

"What?!" Shouts Shian. "Are you kidding me, Dad?! I don't want to stay behind! I want to help search for them too! Ti's my sibling!"

"I know you do, Shianbon, but you don't have a mode of transportion that will allow you to aid us, you do not have much of a choice." Midori stated. She growls, she really wants to help find Tiiru, but her father is right, unlike everyone else, she doesn't have anything that will cover ground quicker. She lets out a low "Fine!" before stomping into the mansion.

"Everyone, move out!" Midori orders. There was chorus of "Yes sir!" before everyone in their vehicles took off. Mizuiro watches them as they leave, while Dot turns to face the entrance Shian went in through with a concerned look, hoping she'll be okay.

"I hope they find them before the storm arrives..." Mizuiro mumbles as he stares at the dark clouds encroaching in the distance.

----

(Above the skies of Mercury:)

"Anything yet, Sorabon?" Midori asked through the telecommunication device as Sora scanned through the woods. "No, I haven't seen them yet. Dad and I split up to cover more woods, but we haven't found anything. I'm beginning to think us splitting up isn't helping much. I can't see anything from up here, ugh, so lame, we've been looking for them for hours!" He responded while letting out a exasperated sigh.

"... It has only been fifteen minutes, Sorabon." Midori says flatly.

"Feels like it's been longer." Sora muttered. "Any luck with the others?" He questioned.

~~~~

(On Polka, Tucker, and Kiiro's end:)

"Polka, are you, Tosukana Akabon, and Kiirobon having any luck in the city?" Midori asked through the telecom. "No luck sir." Polka replied. "We checked all the possible places they could be on ground-level. Tucker and I are double checking each of their favorites places to see if we somehow missed them, and dad is checking from above. Any luck, dad?" "Nope." Kiiro's voice piped up through the monitor. "I thought I did, but it jus' found a biidaman with a simila' cap ta' Ti's."

~~~~

"Midoribon." Shiro called out through the telecom. "Any sign of them in the woods on ground-level?" Midori shook his head. "No..." He responded solemnly.

~~~~

(With Shian, Dot, and Mizuiro:)

"Shianbon, Dot, Mizuirobon, did they return home, or at least is there any sign of them on the tracker?" "Sorry Mr. Midoribon, they haven't, and we're not getting anything over here either." Dot replied. "It's like they just upped and vanished." Shian added. "That's...very worrisome..." Mizuiro said whilst gazing down. "They're not picking up their calls either, and they always have their phone on them... They couldn't have gotten far... They shouldn't have..."

"That is very concerning." Dot spoke as she gazed down at the radar, only to see nothing. "This isn't like Tiirubon."

"Exactly." Tosukana commented. "They usually state where they're going before going some place, not telling anyone of their whereabouts is attypical."

"Yeah, they usually do that, but they upped and left without saying anything to anyone. What the heck is up with that? Which reminds me, you guys still didn't say why exactly they took off." Sora stated, unaware that something is watching him below the thick trees.

Midori, Mizuiro, Shiro, and Kiiro went awkwardly quiet, each waiting for another to say something, but no one did, except Midori. "Look, we will explain why once we find them." Shian knew exactly why Tiiru left, so she piped up. "No, you'll all explain now. I know what happened, so one of you grown-ups explain why, or else I'll do it for you." She proclaimed, speaking in an accusatory manner. She glanced to Mizuiro first, then to the three other adults on the monitor, all four of them shared the same look of guilt and adverted their gaze from the screen. "Well?"

"Dad? What is Shian on about?" Sora inquired.

Before one of them could explain, Sky-Soarer's right wing suddenly got struck by a surprise shot, causing Sora to yell out. "SORABON!" Shiro was the only one whom shouted out his name as everyone else was stunned by what just occured.

"Mayday! MAYDAY! I'M GOING DOWN!" Sora cried out.

"What happened?!" Screamed Shiro.

"Something hit my right wing! I'm going down!" Yelled Sora

"Sorabon! Engage the emergency protocol!" Dot shouted to him.

Frantic button mashing can heard on Sora's end, then appeared an expression of grim realization. "I-It's not working! NOTHING'S WORKING!" Sora's screen then went to static before it disappeared from the monitor.

"Sorabon?! SORABON! ANSWER ME!" Shiro futilely called out to his son, then eerie silence fell for a moment.

"We lost contact..." Dot muttered grimly.

"No..." Shiro uttered softly, then repeated over and over for the next seven times, each one raising in volume, until he suddenly went offline.

"Shirobon?! Do you copy?! Shirobon!" Called out Midori, but he got no response back. "Dottobon, where is Shirobon?!" 

"The northern part of Victory Woods, Sergeant Midoribon!" Midori nodded. "Thank you! Everyone! Move out to Victory Woods!" A chorus of "Right!" was heard through the telecom before they all went offline.

Dot held a hand to her chest. "I hope Sorabon will be alright..." Shian put her hand on her back to console her. "Sorabon's a tough kid, I'm sure he'll be fine." "I hope so..." Shian shifted her gaze from Dot to Mizuiro, and gave him a cold glare, making him flinch. "S-Shianbon, d-don't look at me that way!" He stammered out.

"Pop, while we wait," She quickly glanced to Dot, then back to Mizuiro. "why don't you explain to Dot why Ti ran off."

----

Shiro was first to make it to the wreckage of Sky-Soarer. As soon as he landed nearby, he jumps out of Crys-Whiter and bolts to his injured and unconscious, shouting his name. "Sorabon!" He lifts his son up and gently tries to shake him awake. "Sorabon! Wake up, please!"

Sora groaned as he was being shaken awake, and he opened his eyes half-way. "D-Dad..?" He uttered weakly.

By this time, all the others arrived at the wreckage. Midori was about to reprimand Shiro for going offline before stating his location until he saw the full extent on the crash and his injured son in his arms. "Oh god..." He muttered.

"Holy carp, that's some crash." Polka remarked.

Shiro didn't pay attention to them as he was too focused on his son. "Sorabon, who shot you down?" He asked sternly.

"I... I don't know..." Sora replied. "It came out of nowhere...and...it was...too fast...ugh..." He blacks out.

"Sora?! Can you hear me?! Sora!" Shiro cried out to no avail, then sobbed and held his son close.

Midori called Mizuiro through the telecom. "Mizuirobon, do you copy?"

Mizuiro picks up and responds. "Midoribon, have you found Shirobon's kid?"

"Yes," Midori answered. "but he's not in a good state. I need you to have the mansion's nurses at the ready when he's brought back, as well as have the repairmen in secondary garage ready, his plane sustained heavy damage."

Mizuiro nods, he now dawned a serious expression. "Okay!" He tunes out.

Very shortly after their call ended, a biida shot shoots from seemingly out of nowhere and hits Crys-Greaver, nearly making the tank flip over, but thankfully the trees prevented that! The rest of the group shout the Sarge's name as he was suddenly attacked. Polka and Tosukana hurriedly went over to his side.

"Midoribon-san! Are you alright?!" Tosukana shouts worriedly.

"Do not worry about me, I am fine." He reassured the two, then he furrowed his brows and glares into the direction the shot came from. "Reveal yourself, coward!" He commanded.

Everyone turned their attention to the sounds of heavy mechanized footsteps as they echoed from the direction, getting louder as they trudged towards the group. The figure soon exited the shadows of the brush and revealed themselves. The mechanical figure had dark colors with a purple hue, but aside from that and a few other differences such as the sharp edges and their emblem on their head (it was in the shape of a bat), something about them seemed very familiar to Midori, however, Shiro did not care if they did look familar or not, he immediately assumed this was the biidaman that shot down his son, and he wanted to pay them back.

"Tosukana, you, Polka, and Kiiro take my son and Sky-Soarer back to the mansion." He spoke lowly.

"Shirobon-san-" Tosukana started, but was quickly cut off.

"NOW!" Barked Shiro.

Tosukana no choice but to comply. He gets out of Tuscan-Dragon, and takes Sora from Shiro. Once Sora was in safe hands, he armors up and enters his mechanical form, all while charging at Sora's assailant without second thought.

"Shirobon! Graah, that kid!" Midori groaned loudly.

Polka, now in his robotic form as well, rolls up next to Midori. "Midoribon sir, what do you need us to do?!"

The Sarge turns to him. "I need you to escort everyone safely back to the mansion, then return here! You got that?"

As much as Polka wants to stay and fight, Sora needed help, and nobody knew if there was more than one enemy and if they were planning to strike on their way back there or here. He nods. "Got it!" He helps load Sky-Soarer onto Cargo Yäger, and after Tosukana gets Sora secured, he and the others take off. Once he knew the three were out of sight, Midori armors up, and transforms into his mechanized form to assist Shiro.

Midori fires off two shots to stun the foe when they were going to attack Shiro after they downed him. "Shirobon! You mustn't be so brash!" His voice echoed. 

"Stay out of this, Midoribon!" Shiro snapped back as he got back up. "This fight's between me and them!"

He once again charged before Midori objected. "Shirobon! Now's not the time for foolishness!" Midori's words fell on deaf ears as Shiro fires off a barrage of Hyper Biida Shots and tries hurling a flurry of punches at Sora's assailant, however, they kept dodging, not one shot or punch was hitting them, the shots that did hit seemed to barely leave a mark.

Shiro kept at it, refusing to let up until this jerk was taken down! He was ready to throw one more punch. "Stop. DODGING!" The punch didn't land, instead, the enemy grabbed his hand before it could. The next thing they did was grab his entire arm with their free hand, and flipped Shiro like he was nothing, making sure he hit the ground extra hard, Shiro cried out as he was being flipped and thrown to the ground!

He grunts as he attempted to get back up from that attack, but nothing would respond, he was immobilized! "Grr, why can't I move?! Get up!"

The enemy watches him struggle, then their head slowly turns to Midori. Midori was astonished by what he witnessed. The fact that Shiro was defeated after one swift flip had him somewhat intimidated, but he wasn't willing to back down, he had his kid to find, and this fiend coming out from nowhere was wasting precious time in finding them! "I do not know who you think you are," Midori bellows at the foe. "but I have my child to look for, and you showing up from nowhere to fight is wasting valuable time! I suggest you leave before this escalates further!"

The foe simply stares at him as he was giving his little spiel, after a couple seconds, they fire at him, to which Midori promptly dodged out of the way. "Okay then, have it your way!" The battle continues.

Several minutes pass, neither side is backing down, and Midori was getting more and more aggitated, he just wants to look for Tiiru, not be stuck a fight with this fiend, but foe seems to know his every move and acts accordingly. The Sarge, tired of this battle, fires off many Double Metal shots, hoping this will work. The smoke left behind from the shots exploding envelopes the target. Midori thought this was effective and he finally had taken the enemy down, however, when the plume of smoke dissipates, the foe was nowhere to be seen.

"What?!" Midori headed for the spot the enemy was last standing in and looks around. "Where did they go?!"

The one direction the Sarge failed to check was behind him. "MIDORIBON, BEHIND YOU!" Shiro tried to warn him, but Midori was slow to react, he was grabbed by the arms and they were pinned to his back.

He screams "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! LET ME GO!" They would do that, but the fiend had something else in mind. With Midori in tow, they fly several stories upwards, do a frontflip, then make a beeline towards the ground with the intention of doing serious damage, what followed was a plume of dirt and dust filling up the area. That move was a doozy.

Midori grunts as he tries to get back up and fight, but he couldn't move his mecha's limbs, he wasn't only stuck, he was immbolized, the only thing he could move was his head. How could he have let his guard down?! One rule in the army is to remain vigilant during a battle, how could he have forgotten about that?!

As the dust clears, Midori could see this menace towering over him aiming their biida cannon at him and Shiro. "Who do you think you are?!" He repeated with less strength in his voice.

This time, the opponent finally says something as they chuckle darkly. "You haven't figured it out yet?" The voice was low, yet familiar.

Nothing else was spoken as this mysterious foe charged up one final shot to finish off the both of them. They thought it was going to be over, however, they heard someone firing biida shots at them, so they jumped away accordingly. Who fired those shots? Tosukana Akabon, now in his robotic form, and Polka.

"Stay away from Shirobon and Midoribon-san, you fiend!" Tosukana bellows.

"Tosukana Akabon! Porukabon!" Midori calls out.

"Midoribon-san, Sorabon has been delivered to the mansion safely!" Tosukana reports

"Seems like we came back just in time, huh, sir?" Polka quipped.

"Your arrival may be timely, but that wouldn't matter once you both end up like the adults!" The enemy fires at the both of them, to which they both get out of the way.

"Not if we take if we take you out first! Hyah!" Polka returns fire.

Midori shouts to them both. "Be careful you two! They're incredibly strong!"

"As if we hadn't noticed!" Polka shouts back. "Yo bad guy, what's your beef with us?!"

The enemy stops firing and responds with "Perhaps the grown-ups could answer that for you.", then resumes firing at them.

'The grown-ups know?' Tosukana wondered as he dodged and fired off biida shots. Did one of them anger someone, or their relatives? Then again, not just anyone has a mecha that they can transform into, so it can't be that. Perhaps... it is someone they know? He has a hunch that's the case, but he isn't jumping to conclusions just yet. "Midoribon-san, Shirobon-san, what do they mean by that?"

"I haven't a clue of what they mean!" Midori grunts as he's trying to get his limbs to respond. Shiro yells "You think we know? We just met this guy!" in response while attempting to move his limbs as well to no avail. "C'mon, move!"

Polka growls. "Grrr, they keep dodging our every move!" He turns to Tosukana. "Tucker, can't you shoot your Fire Shots at this guy?!"

"I rather not risk burning down the woods, Polka!" He argued.

Polka grumbles. "Then do you have ANY sort of plan?!" "Actually, I do!"

As Tosukana whispers the plan to Polka, their opponent used this opportunity to fire off two biida shots at the duo. "Look out!" Tosukana shouts. The duo dodge in separate directions, but what they didn't realize were those biida shots fired were homing shots!

Whatever plan Tosukana had immediately fell apart, all he could think of was to get away, Polka on the other hand had an idea: hit the enemy with their own homing shot! Tosukana notices what Polka was trying to do, so he tries to do the same thing from above, but the homing shot caught up with him and hits his left wing, seriously damaging it, needing both wings to keep him airborne, he begins to plummet to the area below, Polka being too focused on his own plan to see his falling friend. Polka charged at his target with the homing shot close behind. The opponent wasn't trying to move, he thought they had finally given up, he thought he was going to win!

Just when victory seemed to be within his reach, Tosukana crashlands infront of him, catching him completely by surprise. Polka tried to make a sharp turn to avoid ramming into his friend, but fails to do so, and he crashes into him, what immediately followed was a loud "BOOM!" as homing shot makes impact. The smoke left behind from the explosion clears and reveals Tosukana and Polka spawled on the ground, dazed and defeated.

The menace laughs darkly. "Did you two seriously think your sorry ploys of yours were really gonna work? Foolish!"

"Oh no, Porukabon and Tosukana Akabon are down as well. This isn't good!" Midori mumbled to himself.

It was right this moment that Mizuiro, Shian, and Dot came over on Midori's holographic telecom monitor. Mizuiro and Dot gasp immediately and Shian went wide-eyed when they see the beat-up state he's in, followed by a collective of  "Hun!"/"Midoribon-san!"/"Dad!" being shouted by the three of them at once. "Midori! Are you alright?!" Mizuiro shouted. The voices coming the sarge's telecom caught the villian's attention. 

~~~~

"No!" Midori exclaimed. "I've been taken down! Shirobon is down as well along with Porukabon and Tosukana Akabon!"

The prospect of her father, being the strongest biidaman she knows, and her friends, especially Tosukana, being defeated did not sit well with Shian. She stood up, then slammed her hands down on the control panel, her reaction startles Dot and Mizuiro. "WHO?! WHO DID THIS?!" She screams that at the top of her lungs.

The villian takes the place of Midori on the monitor. "I have." They reveal.

"WHAT IS YOUR BEEF ATTACKING MY DAD, TUCKER, AND EVERYONE ELSE?! THEY DID NOTHING TO YOU!!" She bellows through the telecom, ready to punch a hole through where the villian is.

Dot calmly tries to usher her back to her seat. "S-Shianbon, please sit back down." Her suggestion went unheard as Shian shakes a fist and continues to scream at the bad guy. "WHEN I GET OVER THERE, I'M GONNA MAKE SURE YOU PAY FOR WHAT YOU'VE DONE!"

They laugh darkly. "Go right on ahead and try, Shianbon, but you'll simply end up like everyone whom tried to defeat me anyway."

Hearing them call her name made Shian pipe down, she was taken aback by this. How does this guy know her name?! "You...you know my name..?"

Mizuiro turns to the villian. "Who are you..?" He utters in a grimly calm voice, not ready for their response.

They chuckle. "Heh, you haven't figured it out yet? You of all biidaman should've known who I am by now, Mom."

'M-Mom?!' Mizuiro pales as if he saw a ghost, then felt like he was just punched in the gut, he now knows who this is, as there's only one person that refers to him as "mom" nonjokingly. "No, it can't be..."

"Pop?! Pop! What's wrong?!" His daughter calls out him.

"Thi-This fiend... I know who they are..." He utters softly, not taking his eyes away from the telecom's monitor. "Spit it out! Who are they?!" Shian demanded.

"Th-They are-" Mizuiro couldn't finish, as the villian glows purple as they're reverting from their robotic form to their armored form. The purplish glow soon fades, and they stand up from their seat. There was a collective of shocked gasps and "No ways" once everyone saw whom the villian was.

"TIIRUBON!?!" As if on cue, lightning lights up the surrounding area.

"Heh heh heh, it's Dark Tiirubon now." They state. "Shocking, I know. Since you all now know who I am, I'm feeling generous. I'm going to spare everyone I've defeated here and allow them to return to the mansion, and give you all time to say good-bye, before I come destroy the mansion and everyone in it! You all better hope you have a plan to stop me!" They laugh more as lightning once again lights up the area, and they disappear in a flash as it begins to pour.

~~~~

Once Dark Tiirubon has left, Shiro and Midori could finally move their limbs again, but their armored bodies were in no condition to continue fighting, they only had had enough energy to get Polka and Tosukana back to the mansion. They silently stared at the spot Dark Tiiru once was. "I can't believe it..." Midori uttered softly.

~~~~

"Tiirubon has..." Shian adds on.

"Gone evil..." Mizuiro finished.

[To be continued...]

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Uh, I wonder who that is....

oops, forgot to post this yesterday, but i doodled a lil knifecat git for @fujowebdev for the git birthday bash :3

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Hell is Empty

Part 2: Happy birthday, Jay!! @breathofmine​ @happybirthdaytsundanire​

Pairings: Harry/Blaise, Harry/Draco

Word Count: 2,743

Rated: M (sexy time) (also language)

Warnings/Content: Light bondage, rimming, oral sex, anal sex, porn with feelings, porn without plot

"As sinful as Harry's mouth was, Blaise could defrock the devil with his tongue."

Summary: Draco needs Blaise to get close to Harry to see if his feelings might be reciprocated. But Blaise gets too close and things get complicated.

It started as some good old fashioned espionage. A touch of flair and elegance, of course, as Blaise was never one to half-arse anything, even a tryst. He had to know what all the hype was about. Between the rumors in the papers and the whisper-shrieked conversation he'd overheard in an abandoned Ministry corridor, Blaise had formed quite the impression of the precious savior that had Draco wrapped around his golden finger. All he intended to do was get to know the bloke, to find what made him tick. To see what Draco saw in him. To snuff out the truth of his bedroom shenanigans.

"He could take the whole Wizengamot to bed for all I care," Draco announced in that stubbornly light-hearted way that told Blaise he was in real pain. "So long as he gives me a chance."

"To fuck?" he pressed.

Draco looked away. Ugh, it was pitiful.

They were all on friendly enough terms these days, nine years after the war. Star Auror Potter had quit the Ministry three years ago to fly for Puddlemere United, and he'd just won his first World Cup this summer. Blaise saw an opportunity to invite him over for a modest celebration, saw an opportunity to forget to invite anyone else, saw an opportunity to serve him a single glass of his very finest whisky and pick his brain. That conversation outlasted the fire, outlasted the night and Blaise's morning shift at the Department of Mysteries. But this was a mystery worth his attention.

As a teenager and, later, an Auror, Harry Potter was an arsehole. Short-tempered, perpetually stressed, only able to see in black-and-white terms. He followed his gut, which was twisted and starved by trauma and high stakes. Blaise couldn't be bothered with all that rot. It wasn't his style. But this Harry - the Quidditch star, the young man whose chief complaints were early practices and a strict diet that only allowed one glass of whisky - was a delight. Soft at times, then wickedly sharp at the drop of a hat. Openly enthused or utterly lost in his daydreams...Blaise delighted in learning to read his expressions.

"He gets this look on his face when he's peeved," Draco recalled fondly, the stupid cupid-struck git. "I've never seen anyone else who could turn their brows that sharply!"

Blaise laughed along, knowing he himself could calculate the exact angle of Harry's downturned brows.

A few weeks passed. They went for coffee in Italy (Harry drank water, the cad), shopping in Paris (he was a fashion disaster and Blaise was his only hope), flying with wild phoenixes in Japan (not a word was spoken that day and yet Blaise learned more than ever about his target). It was all going according to plan.

What was not in the plan was this...this reciprocation of interest. Blaise didn't quite know how to play it off when he arrived to work last Tuesday to find his favorite Italian espresso order waiting on his desk, charmed to keep hot.

Lost the match but still worth the trip, -H read the note.

Blaise was stunned when Harry recommended an obscure seminar in Hungary on Ancient Aramaic rituals - when exactly had he let slip that he knew Hungarian? The seminar was incredibly enlightening and Blaise locked himself away at his mother's estate for four days straight to research further. When he finally returned to his circle of friends, he tried to play off Harry's smug smirk with a quip about his hair. Because despite his charming sincerity and devotion to his friends, Harry Potter was still a fashion disaster and Blaise would cling to that desperately.

He would not fall for Harry Potter...except, perhaps, into bed.

They hadn't talked about it properly, but then he hadn't expected to. Gryffindors were brash like that sometimes - they either laid it all out on the table for frank discussion or they just laid themselves out on the table to take it up the arse, no qualms about it. When Harry invited him to Grimmauld Place, he conveniently forgot to invite anyone else. He poured Blaise a glass of his favorite whisky and they kissed chastely over the bar cart.

That didn't last long - their chastity, that is.

Harry didn't just kiss with his mouth, he kissed with his whole being. His body writhed in Blaise's grip, his soul moaned out of his stubbled throat, his fingers sparked with random flares of magic as he tore off their clothes. Blaise would mourn his bespoke robe later, when he didn't have an armful of savior to wield for his pleasure.

With unblinking eye contact, Harry dropped to his knees and didn't so much as glance down until Blaise nodded. Harry flicked his gaze to Blaise's rapidly hardening cock like it was the most exquisite thing he'd ever seen, because of course, it was. Harry pressed a soft kiss to the head, then another just below, and another on the shaft, then another and another and another. Random and without sense, just fond, teasing little kisses, until he pushed his lips against the end of his cock and let the head slip through into a gorgeously warm place of sin.

Blaise heaved a great sigh he didn't even know he had in him while Harry drooled over him happily, as if he'd been born to suck this cock. Slurping obscenely, Harry finally deemed him slick enough and fell into a rhythm. Blaise leaned back against the wall and lifted his own arms, crooking them at the elbow and draping them over his head. He closed his eyes, pushing away the image of that bobbing head of black hair, and allowed himself to simply feel. Harry's hands dug into his bare thighs, moving slightly with his motions, his nails catching and pulling on the hairs there to add just that bit of pain that Blaise needed to heighten the pleasure. And oh, that throat - Harry charged forward, taking him in to the hilt, again and again and -

"We can do better than a blowjob," he gasped, dropping an arm to tilt Harry's chin away from his dripping cock. A line of saliva connected them still, even more spittle dripping onto the floor, and Blaise nearly came at the sight. Harry looked quite pleased with himself, the sloppy fiend. "Got a bed to rest that mouth?"

The loud witch at the Ministry had gone on and on about her time in Harry Potter's bed, and perhaps it had really just been about the bed itself. It was well made, for certain. The heavy oak frame didn't even flinch when he threw Harry on it. Harry grinned up at him with such savagery, it pulled a growl from Blaise. Like a panther, snarling and naked, he pounced.

Blaise knew he was in trouble when Harry bound himself to the headboard with a practiced flick of his wrists. Silk rope held him firmly in place, leaving him open to Blaise's heated gaze...open and eager. No fear in his eyes, no timidity, no bashfulness. Harry glared at him in challenge and Blaise was never one to back down from a challenge.

"I reckon he'd like being tied up," Draco was babbling now and turning pinker with every word. "Aurors are kinky like that. Quidditch players, too, they like the adrenaline."

"Shagged a lot of Aurors and Quidditch players, have you?"

"No," Draco grumbled. "But you have..." His eyes lit up with one of his plans and Blaise's fate was sealed.

Harry's skin was soft in some places, scarred and calloused in others. Blaise ran his hands down either flank, basking in how vulnerable the ribs under his palms were. Harry rolled his hips up, his cock half-hard, and Blaise pressed him back down. He smirked.

"I'm going to wreck you, Potter," he promised.

True to his damned reputation, Harry gave as good as he got, and it was all the more impressive and infuriating when he was tied up. When Blaise yanked him down, Harry wrapped his legs around him. When he ravished a nipple, Harry arched into it and used his bastard elbows to hold Blaise against him. Every push was met with a pull and every pull was answered by a smart lip. This was absurd. Blaise gripped his hips and lifted him up into an inverted, vertical trap. That filthy mouth was pressed shut against his chest, his shoulders took his weight on the mattress, and his arse faced the heavens from which it came.

Blaise ghosted a breath across his exposed arsehole and thought he heard a tinge of unease in Harry's surprised squawk. Blaise froze.

"Alright down there?" he asked.

"Kiss my arse," Harry laughed, awkward and strained with his chin on his chest.

He did. As sinful as Harry's mouth was, Blaise could defrock the devil with his tongue. (And in fact, he was working on just that - his latest research project would summon an ancient sex demon if all went to plan.) There was no easing into it; he set his standards high and kept them there. His tongue plunged into Harry's arse without mercy, soon joined by a lubed finger, and then another. He reached around and under Harry's free-hanging legs to stroke him erratically, adding to the torture. Every lick, every stroke, every prod was without rhythm, leaving Harry squirming and unable to build towards an orgasm until he was a twitching, quivering mess of a man.

"Fuck - fuck me!" Harry cried.

Blaise obliged. He dropped Harry from his inverted position and he finally lay flat on his back, legs splayed open without an ounce of fight left. Just pure, carnal desperation for Blaise's cock between them. Slathering on some lube, he lined up and pushed in, and watched Harry's brows reach new heights with every inch.

"Gyah…!" Harry gasped nonsensically as Blaise buried himself completely. He pulled out to slick more lube over his cock and it was just enough time for Harry to regain some of his fire. Blaise snorted inelegantly as Harry coyly hooked a leg around him, pulling him back in.

"Devil," he accused with a hard little thrust. Harry grunted blissfully, closing his eyes and losing himself as Blaise set a punishing pace.

"I wonder what his face looks like when he comes," Draco mused. Blaise thought it would look like the face he'd made when his diet allowed a rare slice of treacle tart.

He mimicked it for Draco, pulling gales of laughter from his long-time friend. Even in childhood, Draco had always been one to laugh with him, not at him.

Harry tensed tellingly and Blaise closed his eyes. Harry came and Blaise missed the expression on his face, choosing to focus instead on chasing his own orgasm. He sped up, throwing himself to the sensations, and then felt his climax tumble out of him in hot, pulsing bursts.

He pulled out and collapsed beside Harry. Reaching blindly overhead, he undid the restraints, though he was certain Harry could undo them himself. Harry draped a hand over his back, cradling him against his side.

"Are you..." Draco broke off, looking slightly ill.

"We're friends, Draco," he assured him.

Blaise hated himself for what he had to do, but he'd hate himself more if he didn't do it.

"Not my style, Harry," he sighed dramatically, trying in vain to mask how out of breath he was.

Harry jerked, tilting his chin down to look at him with a bewildered smile. "What?"

"Bit earnest for my tastes," he went on. He focused on meticulously cleaning his come-covered hand on the bedsheet. "Far too much eye contact."

Harry huffed a laugh, rolling his eyes, and Blaise went in for the kill. He sat up and swung his legs out of bed. He'd have to traipse down to the ground level in the buff - their clothes were still in the parlor - but first:

"You're too earnest," he said again, turning to face Harry again. He sat up on the bed, staring at him with uncertainty and even a bit of fear - at least more fear than he'd shown when he was tied up. "Nothing wrong with it, per se, but it's not my style. All that moaning and gasping, I can't stomach it."

"But that's...that's sex." Harry's brows turned at the slight angle that meant he was confused, not angry. Blaise hoped he wouldn't hate him after this, but he was on a mission.

"I should've kept you on the blowjob," he said. Harry's face fell into an all new expression, one he hadn't seen before, and Blaise felt his heart sink. He was the lowest of the low here, but it was all for a greater cause. Harry blathered on about Draco just as much as Draco pined for him, and Blaise didn't share...not with Draco, anyway.

"Why didn't you." It wasn't a question, the way he said it. More of a recrimination.

"Too much mess," he answered simply. Harry frowned - a small, analytical frown that he thought Harry may have picked up from him - and wiped his chin self-consciously. "You may not have a gag reflex, but I do." He pulled a face and Harry glared at him, brows turning down at that dreaded angle.

"You could've said something!" he shot back. "I'm not a mind-reader, I don't - "

"I wouldn't have you change who you are just to shag me," Blaise said. "It's just a shag, Harry." He kept his voice gentle, praying that's all this was. For both of them.

Harry looked unconvinced, but more confused than peeved. "The last two months, then, that's all just been for a shag?"

"Six weeks."

"What?"

Blaise sighed, furious with himself. Of course he'd kept careful track of time for this of all things, when he couldn't even keep track of how long he'd hidden away in his mother's estate researching demon sex rituals.

"We've been...crossing paths, as it were, for six weeks now. Not two months."

"Crossing paths."

"Yes."

"Not dating."

“Don't shag him,” Draco told him firmly after laying out the plan. “Don't - don't muck about with his mind or anything.”

“Not sure he could afford it,” Blaise agreed. This was Potter they were talking about. What was Draco worried about?

“Just get to know him,” were his orders. “See if you can't get him to give me a chance. But don't - ”

“Circe’s tits, Draco, I've got it! Your precious savior's safe with me, don't worry.”

Blaise blinked politely. "Did I give you any indication we were dating, Harry?"

Harry flushed bright red, snatching the small pot of lube Blaise had left on the mattress and aiming for his head. Blaise ducked just in time, raising his arms to protect his beautiful face.

"I'm sorry!" he offered before Harry could find his wand and do some real damage. "That was shit of me, I'm sorry, I - yes, I led you on!" He lowered his arms cautiously. Harry was standing now, clutching a pillow like a weapon.

"I thought we were..." Harry trailed off, seeming unsure what to say. "I mean, I know we never discussed it and we weren't exclusive or anything, but I thought we were something." He stared hard at Blaise. "More than just a bad shag."

Blaise straightened up, feeling ridiculous as he stood there in the nude, discussing their feelings and pretending he wasn't lying.

"So we have no sexual chemistry," he said with a shrug. "It's hardly the tragedy of the century, you know." Harry laughed without humor in that dark way he had sometimes that piqued Blaise's interest. "I still like Italian coffee. And I suppose I could still like you in an Italian coffee house," he sighed, sounding highly put-upon. "Given enough time to recover from this experience, of course."

"Get the fuck out of my house, Zabini," Harry snorted, tossing the pillow half-heartedly at him. He caught it and offered a small smile back.

"You know who likes loud, messy, earnest sex?" He only just managed to keep mind-blowing off the list.

Harry raised his brows indifferently.

"Draco." Blaise grinned like a cheshire cat while his heart screamed at him to take everything back and keep Harry for himself.

Harry tilted his head and squinted, considering… Blaise held his breath.

"Right then - I've got a mission for you, Blaise," he said, his mouth quirked up in a half-smile. "Some good old fashioned espionage."

All credit for the Blaise (and Blaise/Harry) headcanons that are in this go to the birthday girl! I just put it into writing since she’s busy creating other amazing content. <3

[devotedrigelianflower]

"So you're the birthday girl, huh? Happy birthday." The fighter grins as he holds out a rather large box. The wrapping is surprisingly neat but seems to be composed of multiple different wrapping papers as if he had run out of many materials. The git itself inside proves to be a wool coat. "Can't say I'm the best at these kinds of things so i got some help making it. I got the wool myself though if you're worried I didn't do anything."

Rinea’s Birthday Bash | Accepting | @gaileon

~*~

Rinea had heard that Josephine had invited Lord Alm and everyone from his army. Even his beloved Lady Celica with her friends as well! It was a little bit overwhelming but it was a lot better than the royal balls she had attended. “Oh a gift? How sweet of you.” He really didn’t have to get her anything, but it was very sweet of him to do so. She decided to open it and was happily surprised. 

“A wool coat? That’s a very thoughtful gift given our cold winters in Rigel. I know that when we return to our world, we will back to being enemies, but it’s nice to know that I will have a wonderful cousin in law. Thank you Lord Alm.” Even though she figured her fate would not be so kind. She would see herself as apart of his family. 

~*~

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One more quick sketch of Git and Marius. This time Mari is in cat mode because that makes him easier to smuggle carry!

I don't have a problem, I swear. Go back @fujowebdev so I can get more Git.

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Unfortunately, That Was Better in Theory

Pairing: gen Drarry

Word Count: ~3200

Beta'd by the AMAZING @drarrytingz. Much love to her. <3 This is the top right corner square of my board for HD Birthday Bash's first challenge, Fic Tac Toe. The picture is of Hogwarts at night, and my brain went right to first year. So, understandably, the Drarry is far from romantic at this point. The story somehow started picking up headcanons as it snowballed down the hill, though, so I have to admit that this is only very loosely based on the actual prompt. Also posted on Ao3. I hope you enjoy!

It was terrifying, sneaking out of the dorms at night. Draco couldn’t fathom why Potter did it so much. Initially, he  thought Potter just enjoyed the freedom of it, but this wasn’t freedom. This wasn’t just getting to do whatever you wanted, which was an admittedly pleasing thought. This was knowing that you’d face horrible consequences if anyone saw you—consequences heavy enough to negate any enjoyment. He had a mission, though, and it was a noble one.

From the time Draco was a small child, he had loved dragons. They were mighty, and strong, and beautiful, and special. They were a remnant of the times of wizards past, when dragons were commonly known by both Muggles and magical alike. All of the Ancient Noble Houses claimed some convoluted connection to dragons. They were associated with riches, and with preserving your own. Everything Draco was and wanted to be could be found in a dragon.

Adoring dragons and owning them, however, were very different. Mother and Father encouraged him to admire dragons, but ensured he never forgot that dragons’ most noteworthy trait was their independence. They did not share their hoard. They did not fly with others. They were great, but they were solitary. They had neither masters nor friends. Dragons were meant to be remembered and respected, but admired from afar. Owning one was a preposterous concept that disregarded and denied dragons their independence, and always ended poorly for the foolish “owner.” Draco wanted to be like a dragon, but he knew not to want one.

Hagrid, however, was a fool. No matter how great the creature, he always believed that he could be both their owner and their friend. As if dragons had either! “Raising a dragon egg” was an insult!

Draco had known the moment he heard of this travesty that he had to put a stop to it. The authorities would kill it, though, and dragon reserves were too scrupulous  for the appearance of a random dragon egg not to arouse suspicion. Draco  had to find a way to alert the professors. Surely, they would take the matter to the school board, and Father would ensure the dragon was given sanctuary! It was the only way everything would work out. The only problem was, Draco had to catch Potter with the egg, or Hagrid would have a chance to hide it, which would only cause more trouble.

In Draco’s mind, using Potter’s own nightly stint against him would work perfectly. Aside from the minor rule-breaking on his part, this was a chance for everything to go smoothly.

Chances meant nothing, as it turned out. The dragon was now beyond Draco’s help and he had not only broken the rules, but also fallen for Potter’s ruse and was, therefore, a fool. Professor Snape may have believed him, but whether or not Draco was in the right would not matter to Father. He had been caught. No matter how wonderful your intentions, they’re meaningless if you’re caught.

A Malfoy had not received detention in four generations, and no Malfoy had ever been in a detention as severe as Draco’s. No Malfoy had ever lost Slytherin as many points at once as Draco had, and many Malfoys had not lost that many points during their entire time at Hogwarts. Many, Draco thought, was more likely most. Though Father was softening the blows a bit in his letters, Draco knew the underlying message was true.

He had been at Hogwarts for less than a semester, and had already sullied his family name—the one thing he was trying hardest not to do. So, as frustrated and worried as Draco was leading up to  his detention, he knew he deserved it, at least to some extent. Though he was giving Vincent and Gregory an earful about the unfairness of it all, Draco knew  it was more unpleasant than unfair.

Well, that’s what Draco had thought before learning that he would be entering the Forbidden Forest. There was nothing fair about that. Had Father known? Surely, this must be illegal!

The bushes crackled, and Draco jumped. He had read all about the kinds of creatures that occupied the Forest, and heard of the lesser known  ones from Father. Draco used to believe the Forbidden Forest would be similar to the ones he enjoyed exploring on the Malfoy lands, but they were in fact extremely different. Malfoy forests had mice and nice little rat snakes, swift and shining, but ultimately harmless. There were owls and hawks and songbirds, toads and beetles and worms, buzzing insects he knew better as potion ingredients, deer, foxes, and some other harmless small creatures. Few things magical, though, outside of a few benign creatures and plants also commonly used in potions.

In the Forbidden Forest, though….

As Draco trudged along by Potter and his Gryffindor cronies, his mind was filled with visions of werewolves and centaurs and too-big cats with too-big teeth, and twisted magical versions of foxes that worked in packs to disorient you and then eat you, and fish with teeth as long as his fingers, and poisonous toads, vicious disease-bearing insects, deadly flora, and whatever was apparently killing unicorns, some unknown monster beyond imagination that no one knew how to combat. Draco had been afraid many times in his life, but he had never been so acutely afraid of his own death before. His only solace was that Hagrid, brute that he was, might be a more desirous food source for whatever they’d encounter. Perhaps Draco would have time to run while it ate him. He could grab Potter, too, maybe, drag him with him. Even gits like Potter didn’t really deserve a death that terrible. As long as it got to Hagrid first….

No, but of course, Draco was paired with Potter while the other two got Hagrid and a feral dog that was as likely to attack them as anything of the Forest. He’d changed his mind. Potter could die as horribly as he wanted, Draco was just going to run.

Unfortunately, running worked better in theory than in practice.

Yes, of course, Draco and Potter encountered the unicorn-killing beast. Humanoid, horrifying, and looking like it would eat them next. And of course, Draco followed his plan and ran, leaving Potter to be eaten first.

It was faster, though—so much faster. Which would’ve been all right, as it did indeed go straight for Potter, but…

Draco had gotten into this mess because he cared too much. He could pretend to be as logical and cold-hearted and calculating as could be asked of him, but in reality, he was willing to break a school rule and endanger his own status to save a dragon. Draco couldn’t just leave Potter behind at the mercy of that… that… thing.

He stopped, and he turned around, and he tried to think of the strongest, nastiest curse he’d ever heard Father cast. Not an Unspeakable, Draco knew you couldn’t cast those until you were older… not anything that would mess with the mind, who knew if it even had one…but it needed to cause extreme physical harm…

Too long! He was thinking too much! It had grabbed Potter by the neck, and now he was screaming, screaming, screaming. Draco couldn’t tell where it was coming from, but there was blood everywhere, both red, human blood and the priceless silvery unicorn blood already turning black as he watched. Why was he still just watching? It was reaching its other hand up; it was going to snap Potter’s neck, oh Merlin, he was going to watch someone die. Merlin Merlin Merlin, where was Fang? How could Draco do anything if the terrifying hellhound had fled?!

There was a sound, echoing over Potter’s screams. Laughter. It was laughing as it reached to snap Potter’s neck, and… that was it. Rage overpowered Draco’s terror. He didn’t know what he incanted, or if he spoke at all. He simply cast, wildly, and it looked up at him, but his magic was faster than even its reflexes, and Draco’s magic launched it across the clearing with an inhuman howl. It hit the ground by the unicorn with a crunch.

Draco paused for a moment as what he’d just done sunk in.. He’d… he’d attacked it. Oh Merlin, it was going to wake up and kill them both now!

“Potter!” he cried, running forward. “Potter, get up! We have to go now, before it comes back over!”

“I—what?” Potter started to sit up as Draco reached him, but his eyes were dazed and unfocused. With a grimace, Draco guessed that Potter probably wouldn’t be okay enough to think for a while. Hopefully, he was just recovering from the lack of oxygen; if he was concussed, Draco likely would not be able to help him escape the Forest in time.

“Look here, Potter. You are going to do exactly what I say, and you’re going to do it quickly, and we’re going to live. Yes? Yes?!”

“Yes! I—okay,” Potter stuttered.

That was enough answer for Draco, who grabbed Potter’s arm and pulled up. He couldn’t hear any noise from the clearing, which wasn’t nearly as reassuring as it should have been. Potter scrambled to comply with Draco’s tugs, and together they got him upright. Immediately, Draco started pulling them into a run toward where he thought the edge of the Forest probably was...hopefully. Potter stumbled more than ran, but Draco’s vice-like grip kept him upright and moving.

“Where are—do we have a plan? Or are we just running?” Potter huffed after a minute, beginning to run more on his own power than Draco’s. He seemed far too calm for the situation; Draco was so scared he couldn’t articulate an answer. After a moment, Potter must have realized this, as he suddenly started yelling for Hagrid’s mutt, which… was actually brilliant. Draco joined in with the yelling. The unicorn killer was probably on their tail already—though Draco couldn’t bring himself to look back and check.

There was a sharp crack to their right, and Draco gasped. At the same moment that Fang leaped through the bushes, Draco lost his footing and fell, his ankle cracking more sharply than the twigs Fang had snapped.

“Fang! Thank Merlin, he can show us the way—oh no, Malfoy?!”

A distant part of his head registered that someone—Potter, probably—was speaking, but Draco couldn’t focus on it. All he could feel was the shooting pain in his lower leg, the thudding of his heart, the lightness in his head, and the soft but solid ground under him. His eyes drifted shut, and he let out a shallow breath. Draco could feel himself losing consciousness, but wasn’t fighting it, until he felt a hand on his shoulder, distracting him from the pain and his heart and his breathing, and bringing the terrified begging, “Please don’t pass out, Malfoy, please, I don’t know what to do—” into focus.

Potter, he realized. I—I have to get up. I have to get up. He doesn’t know what to do. I have to get up. Draco’s breath rushed back to him, and he pushed himself off the ground just enough to roll over, wincing at the pain that shot through his leg.

“Oh, thank Merlin! Malfoy, are you alright? I don’t know where it is, but it can’t be too far behind us, just enough that Fang isn’t scared, I think—oh—oh—your ankle… it shouldn’t bend like that.” Potter sounded like he might be green in the face.

“Brilliant, Potter,” he groused, “but I did notice.” For once Potter didn’t rise to the bait.

“You’re gonna—we’re gonna need to find somewhere to hide, for the night, and then we can have Fang lead us out in the morning, I—I can help you walk, I think….”

“No! Well, I… I…” Draco didn’t have a better idea. “Okay.”

“O—Okay. Yeah. Here, let’s just, I’ll drag you under those bushes over there. Yeah. Can I grab under your arms?”

“I suppose.”

“Alright… here we go… I’ve got you… Ouch, you’re heavier than you look!”

“Are you calling me fat?! Now, here?!”

“No!”

“Maybe you’re just weak.”

“I am not! How could you—can you not? For one minute?!”

“Not what? Point out your stupidity?”

“Yes! I mean, no! I’m not stupid—”

Suddenly, Fang whined, and both boys gasped and fell silent. Potter nearly dropped Draco as he quickly looked around. There were a bunch of glowing eyes in the trees behind them.

“Oh Merlin—we’re going! Help me, please, if you can?” Potter said quickly, sounding panicked. Draco’s heart was pounding again, and he tried to use his uninjured leg to push himself along.

The eyes disappeared for a moment, just to suddenly reappear all around them. Everywhere. Draco screamed.

Draco thought he’d woken up, for a moment, but all he could see were faint, swimming lights. Dull ones, at that. His body felt weightless, with some kind of light pressure all over. He drifted away—no, he couldn’t have, he’d never been awake in the first place.

When he awoke again, however, it was to pain and screaming. His pain, not his screaming. Harry…Harry’s screaming. Potter. Oh, Merlin.

Eyes shooting open, Draco gasped as he blurrily surveyed his surroundings. There was movement everywhere, and Potter was still screaming—though it sounded more like a battle cry than Draco thought his ever had. Looking closer… oh.

Spiders. All of the movement was from spiders. Huge, hairy spiders that were all revolving around Potter, who…

Well, Potter was just curled against a tree, and when Draco realized there was a giant snake separating him from the spiders… he fainted. Not from terror, of course; it was entirely due to his injuries. He’d swear it later. Injured, remember? Ankle.

“Malfoy. Malfoy! Are you in there? Please, please wake up… I don’t… I don’t know what I’ll… you cannot die. Do you hear me?!”

“Of course I hear you, you never shut up,” Draco mumbled. Then he paused. “Wait.”

“I’ll explain everything! Just, whoa, I don’t think… that you can—should! That you should stand yet,” Potter stuttered as Draco tried to push himself upright.

“I—” Draco had too little leverage. He didn’t know what was going on at all. He’d been in the Forest… with Potter… unicorn-eater… spiders. Giant snake. “Yes. Explain. Everything. Now.”

Potter looked disbelieving and exasperated. Good. Draco shouldn’t be the only one miserable here.

“So… we were both, um, attacked by spiders? Really big ones. I think they attacked us. But yeah, we—I, woke up in a spider web… cocoon? All wrapped up in silk. And I was… well I didn’t have my wand, so… powerless, I guess. Couldn’t do anything.

“I just started crying for help as loudly as I could. I called for Fang, and Hagrid, and McGonagall…even Snape, eventually. I thought he might care about you enough to look, and all. But no one answered or anything, so I started calling for anyone to help us, please, and all of a sudden I heard someone! They answered! Something about hearing a speaker, and that being rare or something, and that they’d save me! I mean, us; I insisted they save us both….”

“A… mysterious voice. Agreed to save you.”

“Us!”

“Uh huh.”

“It did!”

“Oh, so go on. How was I saved by this wonderful voice?”

Potter appeared to be full of righteous indignation for his friend, the disembodied voice. “They cut us free from the spiders’ ropes! And then chased off the spiders!” Wait. Wait.

“Potter...was this disembodied voice a giant snake?!”

Potter froze. “You… woke up during that?” he asked tentatively, starting to… blush? “I swear, Malfoy, I was just screaming because I was disoriented. I grabbed you as soon as I realized what was going on!”

“You talked to a snake! Do you know what that means?”

“I’m not as stupid as you thought I was?”

“You’re a Parselmouth!” Draco screeched.

“Can you at least stick with insults I understand?” Potter complained.

“No, you utter imbecile! Being able to speak Parseltongue is a blood-given magical ability passed down in the most powerful descendants of Salazar Slytherin, that allows the witch or wizard  to speak to snakes—and some variations of dragon—and cast some spells wandlessly because it is a distilled language of literal magic! You don’t learn it, can’t learn it, but if you speak it, you automatically know everything about it! Perfect grammar, full vocabulary… Potter, you being a Parselmouth means you are the greatest Slytherin to grace Hogwarts’ halls since… I don’t even know! Slytherin himself, perhaps! The Dark Lord was also a Parselmouth, but you’ve bested him, which makes you a stronger Parselmouth, and… Merlin.” Draco gasped in a few breaths and stared dazedly at a tree. He now knew  a Parselmouth. He’d been saved from giant spiders in the Forbidden Forest by a Parselmouth. He’d…

“But… I’m a Gryffindor!”

He’d forgotten that Potter was also stupid.

“That’s your personality, not your magic identity,” Draco recited. “I don’t remember the rest of that drivel, it’s in Hogwarts: A History somewhere, but it’s a true bit. I’d hate to room with you or Weasley, but all that means is that I like a quiet, clean dorm room, not that I can never do a brave thing, or be bold. They have nothing to do with each other. No, Potter, you’re definitely a Parselmouth.” Draco was gazing dreamily again.

Potter’s jaw hung open for a moment, and he seemed insulted, for some reason, but Draco went on, not paying him much attention.

“Parselmouths have a unique advantage over ordinary wizards, just like Metamorphmagi, for example. Most known Parselmouths have either become hermits, so they can live peacefully with mostly snakes and natural magic for their company, or have become strong leaders of something or another. In those cases, they’re usually untouchable because the level of servitude they receive from serpents makes it terrifying to even think of assassinating them…”

“Stop!”

Draco jumped and looked over at Potter.

“I don’t even want to know how you know this much about this stuff, but all I’m hearing is you spouting off facts about people who are…” Potter’s voice was trembling. “Who are not me, and are not stuck in the Forbidden Forest with another injured person. Yeah, I talked to a snake, they saved us from the spiders, but from now on, we’re on our own. All that about… greatness? Was that the moral of the story? That can wait. Right now, we need to live.”

At first Draco was hurt, a feeling that soon became offense. Moral?! He wasn’t a bloody Gryffindor! Potter had a great gift! He was equipping him with knowledge, as a fellow Slytherin! That hadn’t been Potter’s point, though. As soon as his ankle was mentioned, the pain in it returned with a vengeance, and Draco faced the truth. Potter was right. They must escape the Forest, and they must do it quickly.

“It’s… it’s morning light right now. You were right, a few minutes ago,” Draco said softly, “Headmaster Dumbledore will be sending out professors soon to look for us. We should be alright, if we can stay awake...are you...injured? Should I try to wrap anything?” Though the offer was extended awkwardly, Draco did it anyway. This was no longer just another ignorant, Muggle-raised peer. Potter was going to be great.

[unfortunatelysirius]

Padfoot, the Big Black Dog [Sirius Black - Marauders]

💟☼💟 PROMPT 💟☼💟 ☾ ¡Requested! ☾ Y/N L/N adores dogs, and when she mistakes a certain animagus as a cuddly stray, she's in for a massive treat. 💟☼💟 A/N 💟☼💟 Hope you enjoy this, darling! This was such a nice idea, and I was so, so excited to start on it. I'm sorry you had to wait so long, but I hope the wait for worth it! If you'd like a sequel, all you have to do is ask for it when requests are opened back up, hehe. Love you! xx 💟☼💟 WORD COUNT 💟☼💟 2833 💟☼💟 TAG LIST 💟☼💟 @rageofcaliban , @kapolisradomthoughts , @saucyleftovers

WHEN Y/N'S MOM ASKED IF SHE WANTED A tabby cat for her eleventh birthday, it took all of her willpower not to flee the bloody state of England. Hogwarts had their restrictions and regulations, and according to her halfblooded mother who attended the damned school as a youth, dogs weren't allowed. Called them "mutts"— burdens. This was an absolute outrage to Y/N and she absolutely refused to even look in the direction of those yowling daemons when she came upon them in a pet-store.

This specific memory came back to Y/N when she spotted a lounging dog—right beside the Great Lake, during her fifth-year of Hogwarts. It was a gorgeous dog, especially through her peripheral vision at this specific vantage point. Thick black fur, pointed ears relaxed back to the top of its shaggy-haired head, a long tail softly brushing back and forth on the grass. Y/N couldn't help but gasp. A bloody dog—in Hogwarts!

"Oh my gosh," Y/N breathed quietly. When the dog didn't register her voice or feel the shift of energy in the atmosphere, she supposed it had to have been sleeping. Any other animal would have shot up, stared at her with petrified anxiety, then pranced away in a flurry of fur and footfalls. This particular animal—this dog—was too preoccupied with lazing about to really reflect on anything other than the soothing trickling of the Great Lake's waters. Even if it was conscious, it probably felt itself too comfortable to actually pay any real attention. What was there to fear, anyway? The Giant Squid?

Y/N ignored the urge to scurry down to the dog and tackle it with kisses and hugs, and in place of her passion, she called herself down enough to just stand there and stare at it. She wondered whether it was a girl or a boy—with the way it lounged, she proposed it was a boy. Yes, a boy. He was most definitely a male dog. And his name; did he even have a name, or was he really a stray, as she originally suspected? Y/N couldn't honestly tell, and before she could protest the movement or think against her intentions, she was doing just what she originally told herself she wouldn't—shouldn't—do: scurry down the hill and attack the dog.

A great yelp escaped him the moment Y/N plopped to the ground and barreled into him. A strangled gasp came from the dog mere seconds afterward, and he began to bark with great fervor. Y/N quickly began to shush him. "McGonagall hates dogs; keep your bark down!" she whispered hurriedly, loosening her grip on his thick, furry neck. Strangely, the dog froze. To Y/N, it almost seemed as though her voice was familiar to him.

The dog jumped from her arms with a great harrumph and shook himself off. Y/N eyed him in amusement. There was something about the dog that made her just want to giggle and giggle. Was it the way he acted like the animal-version of a Marauder? Y/N supposed so, due to her strange infatuation with the group's humor and pranks.

"Listening to me, are you?" Y/N quipped smirkingly. The dog tilted his head, amusement clear in his eyes—but Y/N didn't notice. She thought he was her newly-acquired pet—her new companion—and quickly scooted closer.  "It's quite alright; I appear to have that effect on all men and all animals. Not cats, though—those little beasts can go kiss a bloody hog's arse than be anywhere near me."

The dog let out an obnoxious snort, a cross between a bark and a laugh. Y/N eyed him with curiosity. Ignoring the part of her afraid that he was born into a pack of wolves, and would scramble her body parts into disposal bits before she could even react, she reached out a hand. "You're so adorable," she cooed at the dog. His fur was black like midnight, covered in a silvered gleam from the moonlight's ominous glare. It was very soft—strange for a stray. There wasn't a single trace of grim on him, excluding any pieces of grass that laid nimbly on his torso.

"Don't worry," Y/N said to him, "I'm not like McGonagall. I love dogs!" The dog beamed at her, eyes alight with pleasure as her nails massaged the bases of his ears gently. He was a very nice dog, surprisingly. Y/N expected him to bite and nip at her like any other animal she'd known. They were all rather particular about who they let scratch their bellies, and Y/N's impatient desire to constantly pet and rub on an animal did not sit well with any of them. This dog, though, seemed to enjoy her presence.

It made her feel a bit open-hearted, and she felt she could confine anything in this dog. Maybe he could help her with her charms homework!

"Are you a magical dog?" she asked stupidly, glancing at the dog with her brow furrowed in curiosity. When the dog merely stared back at her, tongue lapping about its jaw and eyes freckled with a haze of sleepiness, Y/N grunted, "Well?"

His eyes bore into the base of her skull. She took that as a no, and she subconsciously rubbed at the temple of her cranial cavity. Part of her wondered why the dog's eyes looked familiar, but the other part of her thought it was useless to think of the animal as anything but a dog. Y/N pursed her lips and rolled her eyes, bringing a dainty hand up to the dog's black coat, smiling as she scratched him behind the ear.

Minutes passed with a comfortable silence filling the void. A shrill buzz lit itself in Y/N's head and she slowly turned to look at the figure of Hogwarts just a string of yards away. She sighed. "Seems I have to go," she said sadly. She patted the red and gold pin attached to her robes. "Prefect duties call."

The dog watched her, and strangely, his eyes were just as alight with disappointment. He whimpered, lifting up a paw and scratching at the air. The sight made Y/N's lips twist into a pout. Damn Lily Evans for giving me rounds this time of evening.

A sudden thought struck Y/N then, and she grinned wolfishly at her newly-found companion. "I'll be back tomorrow! You'll be here, right?"

The dog tilted his head. A subtle nod came from him, and to Y/N, that was answer enough.

Y/N winked. "Try not to get caught by McGonagall or Filch," she whispered, theatrically glancing behind her with an exaggerated expression of pure terror. "I swear, their robes are made of dog fur!"

With one last grin in the dog's direction, Y/N was off to perform her rounds. Behind her, the dog slinked off into the shadows and there, he materialized into the form of a human. A grin identical to Y/N's was on his face, and he just knew that he wouldn't miss their next meeting for the world.

— — —

The next day, Y/N stomped her way to the Great Lake with a scowl on her face. Her companion awaited her presence, and his chocolate eyes stared at her curiously as she came near. With an unladylike grunt, she plopped on the ground. She immediately reached out to pet on her animal friend's nape.

Y/N scowled at the ground. "Lucius Malfoy is the absolute worst!" The dog's gaze intensified and he pawed at her robed thigh. Y/N spared him a glance and released a sigh, knowing that was his way of asking for her to elaborate. "I heard him and his band of Death-Eater goons saying really rude shite about Gryffindors. He was being bloody nasty about the Marauders and Lily Evans. Calling them blood-traitors and mudbloods, and saying he couldn't wait until school ended so he'd have a chance of seeing them on the battlegrounds."

Her dog companion tilted his head in confusion. Y/N gave a mirthless chuckle. "I have a habit of sneaking around Hogwarts after curfew. Seems like that bloody git Malfoy does too. I was heading back to the common-room from the kitchens when I heard him talking. I wanted to avoid a duel with him and his idiot friends, so I hid behind that one curtain around the Room of Requirements."

Y/N rubbed a hand over her face, then dropped it to scratch behind her dog friend's left ear. "Hopefully Sirius and them will have planned a prank on him by the end of the week. Knowing him, it'll be grand."

The dog's ears perked, and he snapped his head up at Y/N. He barked loudly and boisterously, pawing harshly at her stomach area. Y/N giggled and swatted him away. A blush was forming on her face. "Oh, you know, don't you?" she said sheepishly. "Damned dogs, always sniffing out my secrets and crushes."

Again, she was pawed at through her robes, this time a scratch of the dog's claws itching her left forearm. She glared at him."Fine, fine! I'll tell you about it." With a grunt and bit of effort, she settled herself into a crisscrossed sitting position and looked at the dog expectantly. He sat himself up and stared at her. Very obedient dog, Y/N thought idly before a dreamy smile overtook her face. "Oh, Sirius Black. Handsomest guy in our year. And by far the smartest, funniest, and wittiest. Some would say Remus is the intelligent one or James is the funny one, but he's always been different for me. He hides behind these jokes and insults, but I know he's secretly a bashful little boy, blushing when he's praised and always knowing the right answers."

Her dog friend scooted closer, and it honestly felt like he was hanging onto her every word. Y/N giggled like a naive schoolgirl, feeling that he was a better friend to confine in than any of her dorm-mates—bloody psychopaths. "Yeah, we've never really talked, though. There was this one time in second year where we were both separated from our friends on the train and decided to just sit together instead, but you know. That was a long time ago—Merlin knows if he himself even remembers it. I just—" Y/N cut herself off. She swallowed down the words she was going to say and inhaled a deep, frosted breath. "He was so sweet to me—he never looked at me like all those other girls. Like I was some game to him. Maybe I'm reading the signs wrong, but I honestly feel like he respects me."

Her friend shuffled even closer. His snout nestled into her side. Y/N smiled. "I absolutely love it when he pulls pranks on that Slytherin lot—especially Severus sodding Snape. He is the worst bloke I have ever met, and believe me, I know a lot of gits. When he called Lily a mudblood last year, I didn't know what to think. If I was brave like Sirius and James, I might have hexed him myself. However—"

A call that sounded identical to Marlene McKinnon's shrill voice came from Hogwarts before Y/N could finish talking. "Y/N!"

Y/N sighed dramatically, giving an exaggerated roll of her eyes. "How unfortunate," she muttered. "Bet she just wants me to help her write her potions essay. Bloody girl can never get Lily's help, but apparently I have enough cowardice that I can't deny someone in their hour of need."

"Y/N! ARE YOU OUT HERE?"

Y/N turned in the direction of Hogwarts. "YES! NOW STOP BLOODY YELLING!" She turned her attention to her friend. He was already looking and her, and his eyes were pleading that she ignore her friend and stay with him. Y/N's heart broke just a little and she mentally threw out a curse at Filch and McGonagall for being so damned strict on pet regulations. "I'm sorry, boy. I'll be back tomorrow, alright?"

He softly barked in reply. Y/N's frown turned into a small smile and she rubbed his head. "Be good, okay? And don't get caught." With a cheeky wink, she was gone yet again.

And her dog companion was left to stare at her retreating back, wondering how he could ever reveal the truth.

— — —

Day after day after day passed, and Y/N grew into a routine of meeting the dog every evening after dinner. He was always there, just patiently waiting for her to arrive, and he listened to her rants. He growled at all the right places, and stared at her attentively, like there was a human nestled beneath all the fur and animalistic tendencies. Sometimes Y/N nicked a piece of steak and kidney pie or a roll for him, and she beamed at him when he devoured them contentedly.

One day, Y/N was going out to meet the dog several minutes later than usual. She'd been held up in detention after back-talking Slughorn into holding her back for a bit more dusting, and she was running towards the Great Hall at a faster speed than she'd like to. She was afraid to find her companion gone.

When she arrived, her heart dropped at seeing her dog companion nowhere in sight. She looked around hurriedly, face saturated in anxiety. "Boy? Boy, are you here?" She waited a few seconds, scrutinizing the scene, before her voice took a panicked edge. "Oh dear Merlin, did McGonagall make you into a fur-coat? I'm never going to Wizarding Heaven now!"

Y/N ran towards the Great Lake and she peered in. "Who am I going to gossip about Sirius Black with? Who can I bitch to about Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape? Oh, shite." Tears were starting to fill Y/N's eyes.

Suddenly, a throats cleared from behind her. Petrified. That's how she felt, knowing she was no longer alone and that the one figure was a person. Slowly but surely, Y/N turned around and the person she found herself faced with was not who she was expecting. It was Sirius Black and he had an enormous grin on his face. "You know, Y/N," he said huskily, his grin widening with each word, "you could always gossip about how gorgeous my hair is and how magnificent a prankster I am to me. Just a thought, though!"

Y/N gaped at him. She was too shocked to even flush, and so she stuck with blatantly staring at him. Finally, after what seemed like minutes of looking at him, she found herself capable of words. Well, partially. "W-What?" she squeaked.

Sirius sighed and stepped closer. "Okay," he said slowly, "so, there is the honest possibility that the dog you were talking to about all your problems and... crushes... wasn't actually a dog. I mean, how could a dog even make it through the barrier? You'd have better luck in chitchatting with a bloody centaur."

Y/N raised an eyebrow. "So, what you're saying is that you're an Animagus?" Sirius nodded in confirmation. "Why didn't you bloody reveal yourself sooner, then?"

Sirius sighed. "In all honesty, I was nervous about it. Hearing you... talk so openly about your feelings for me was just something I enjoyed hearing so I thought, why the hell not? I know, I know—that's a really big invasion of privacy, and I feel really bad for it, but I like you a whole bloody lot myself, alright? So no harm, no foul—right? Is... is that how that saying goes?"

The girl rubbed a hand over her face. "Bloody hell, Sirius."

The moment she looked back up, Sirius was directly in front of her. It was like a scene from a Jane Austen book, one she'd always dreamed of since she was a little girl. She stared at him, flinching with surprise when he ran his nimble fingers through her hair. He smiled. "You're so beautiful, Y/N," he murmured, then swiftly leaned down to kiss her.

There was no fireworks or explosions or anything like that involved in their kiss. Instead, what Y/N felt with Sirius was something so much more. His lips tasted like electricity, and with his sweet kiss came sparks—ones filled with passion and hurt and comfort. He felt like home—something that Y/N had never felt with anyone ever before.

When Sirius pulled back, they were both breathless and wanting more. Y/N tucked a piece of hair behind Sirius's ear and stared at him curiously. She still had one more question. "So... you mind explaining why you turn into a big black dog?"

Sirius's gorgeous smirk dropped into a sheepish frown. Fucking busted. "I'd rather not."