#librarian jinx

[archival-arrival]

list of masculine, male and boy genders

genders related to masculinity and/or the terms male/boy in some way.

made for @melodymogai

warning: some may be anti-mspec and/or anti-endo posters/coiners jic you arent comfortable with that. (one even has "fictive-only systems" in their dni)

aboyic, agendercute boy, archeomascic,

boyfriendian, boycreature, boygender, boybeast, boydogthing, boy+, bugboyic, boynotboy, boything, boyflux+ghoulboy+xoy+paraboy+transmasc, boyick,

crossroadsprettyboyic, cuteboylovic,

demiboyvoid+demienboyvoid+demiagenderboyvoid, demiloverboy, detachedboyesque+detachedmanesque,

finalboyic, flowermonsterboyic, frogboygender, feminiboygender+boytoylexic,

glaceboy,

horrorboy,

loserboygender, littlefemboyic, liminalsnowmasc, littlemascgirlic, labelmasc,

magicalgirlboy, manstermonsterboyic, minecraftboyic, mascfemenigmatic+mascenigmatic, mnbfemfluxic, masc mechanica, mascaquatic,

neufairyboy, nonbinary boy+demiboy, nymboyflux, neonfluidboy,

omniboy, oldwebmonsterboyic,

prettyboygender, possumonsterboyic, perfumasc,

redmonsterboyic, rathgender,

starvalleymascic, sickboyic, sponge-boy-me-bob, sanrioboy, strawboyflavic, squirmonsterboyic, sharkboy, sunstarmascic, simongender,

transfemboy, transatprettysingic, transmascinflux, tvheadmascic,

virtualboypixic, vampirigirlboy, vitanoxic,

:3masc+B)masc,

plenty more can be found through searching "boy xenogender", "masc xenogender" and similar phrases here on tumblr.

feel free to mention any you'd like to be added to this list or request more! im always happy to make lists /g

[starlingflight]

Killing time while I wait for my husband to finally finish work for Christmas, and very in my feels about both Hinny and Drastoria, so here is some Christmas fluff of the Malfoy and Potter families meeting on the Platform at the start Al and Scorpius' first christmas holidays (in which there is no blood curse, because I said so 😤):

Platform Nine and Three-Quarters was in chaos, a great mass of children, carrying owls, cats, and luggage far too big for most of them to safely manage, having descended upon it moments before. The confusion was not helped by the chorus of greetings, the hooting of owls, and the thick smoke billowing from the Hogwarts Express adding to the general mayhem. 

“He's there.” 

Astoria's gaze followed the direction of Draco’s nod until her sights settled on an identical, though much shorter, pale blond head, struggling against the crowd. She smiled at the sight. 

“He looks skinny,” Draco added, frowning. 

Astoria rolled her eyes. “He's always been skinny – he grows like someone's cast a stretching jinx on him.” 

Draco's frown remained in place, “I knew he wouldn't be wearing a cloak. He's going to freeze to death.” 

“Well, thank Merlin you insisted on bringing that, then,” Astoria inclined her head to the scarf clutched in Draco's hand, the concession he'd made to the fur-lined cloak he'd wanted to bring. One that Astoria had only agreed to because she'd also suspected Scorpius’ forward planning would not extend to the weather. “He's coming – don't fuss him in front of his friends, you're going to embarrass him.” 

She had no time to press upon Draco the severity of her warning before Scorpius came barrelling out of the steam, grinning broadly. “Hello! Merry Christmas!” 

Scorpius’ arms immediately wrapped around Draco's waist. A hug that was not returned only because Draco was preoccupied wrapping the awaiting scarf firmly around Scorpius’ neck and looking extremely unsatisfied about the warmth it would provide. 

“Merry Christmas, darling,” Astoria bent to kiss the top of Scorpius’ head. 

“How was your first term?” Draco asked. His wand was out now, no doubt casting a silent warming charm. 

“It was awesome!” Scorpius declared, a word he'd evidently picked up from his new friends. “They have all these cool plants in the greenhouses and the library is huge – the librarian is the worst though – and Al and I found a secret tunnel that leads to –” 

Scorpius stopped speaking abruptly, evidently realising a moment too late that this was not information he wanted his parents to be privy too. 

Draco raised a question eyebrow, “...leads to…?” 

Scorpius shrugged, “A place.” 

Astoria had to cover her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. He had never been a good liar, apparently a few months away from home hadn't improved that. 

“Will you come and meet Al?” Scorpius asked suddenly, apparently seizing on a change of subject before any follow up questions could be asked. 

Astoria's eyes flew to Draco. He tried and failed to hide the grimace this question brought on. Fortunately, Scorpius was too busy searching the crowd for any sight of his new – and oft-mentioned in his letters home – best friend. 

“We'd love to, darling,” Astoria said smoothly. “He's probably busy with his family right now, though.” 

Scorpius shook his head. “He told me to come and get you – there he is!” 

Astoria followed the direction of his pointed finger, her eyes settling on the family huddled a short way down the platform. A small boy with untidy black hair was pointing in Scorpius’ direction, their stances identical. 

Astoria slipped her hand into Draco’s and squeezed. She smiled at Scorpius, “lead the way.” 

He was off like a shot, dodging other students and their parents, in his haste to reach Albus. 

“This is proof karma is real,” Draco muttered to Astoria, following Scorpius at a much more sedate pace. “I'm not sure what Potter's done to deserve it though.” 

Astoria elbowed him gently in the ribs. “This isn't proof of anything. It's not about either of you at all, it’s about the kids.” 

Silently Draco nodded. There was very little he would not endure for Scorpius. 

They reached the Potters. Scorpius and Al were already chattering excitedly, as though they hadn't just spent eight hours on a train together. Harry Potter's arms were crossed firmly over his chest, his wife was on her tiptoes, whispering furiously into his ear. Astoria wondered if he was receiving the same reminder Draco had just been given. 

“Mum, Dad, this is Al,” Scorpius stepped back, waving a hand in front of Albus Potter as though he was a painting Scorpius was especially proud of creating. “Al, this is my mum and dad.” 

“It's a pleasure to meet you,” Astoria said, painting a wide smile on her face. 

Draco rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. “Hello.” 

“I'm Ginny!” Ginny leapt forward, cutting through the awkward silence that threatened to overtake the little group. “I don't believe we've officially met.” 

“Astoria, it's lovely to meet you.” Astoria took her outstretched hand and quickly shook it. 

“And this is Harry,” It happened quickly, but Astoria could not help but notice Ginny's booted foot quickly step on her husband's shoe.

Harry did not unfold his arms to greet Astoria. He did, however, offer a smile that was quite clearly strained, before his eyes flicked to Draco. “Malfoy.” 

Astoria resisted the urge to hide her head in her hands as Draco's mouth formed a thin line that she knew to a casual outsider looked incriminatingly like a sneer, but was actually him trying –and most likely failing – not to fall into a shame spiral she'd spent years pulling him out of. “Potter.” 

They stared intensely at one another. Astoria silently wondered if she was going to be forced to hex the head of the Auror Department and her husband in the middle of Platform Nine and Three-Quarters. 

Fortunately, Al, who was apparently impervious to the tension unfolding around him, chose that moment to speak, “Dad, can Scorpius come to the Harpies match with us on Boxing Day?” 

Harry's eyes finally broke from Draco's. Astoria breathed a sigh of relief. She took the moment of distraction to dig her elbow into Draco's side once again. 

“Er,” Harry struggled to find a suitable answer in the face of Scorpius and Albus’ pleading expressions. “He could, but I'm sure he has plans with his own family, Al.” 

Scorpius’ head whipped around, staring questionly between Astoria and Draco questioningly. 

“We have to go to your Grandparents',” Astoria said apologetically. She didn't know which of the three of them were looking forward to it the least. 

Scorpius' face fell. 

“You don't have to go,” Draco said quickly, “to your Grandparents' house, I mean. You can go to the match – if Al's parents are sure?” 

Harry looked at Ginny. She shrugged. “There'll be plenty of room in the box – and it's hard enough to drag Al to a match usually.” 

“Scorpius loves Quidditch,” Al announced, apparently in explanation for his newfound willingness to attend. 

Scorpius flashed Al a grin before turning his attention back to Astoria and Draco. “Can Al come to our house too? I want him to meet Artemisia!” 

Harry frowned. “Who's Artemisia?” 

“She's our hippogriff,” Scorpius explained. Harry and Ginny shared a look of shock that made it clear they were both thinking of one of Draco's worst school-aged transgressions. “Mum looks after loads of them, but Artemisia is special.” 

“I'm sorry,” Harry rounded on Draco, not looking very sorry at all. “You have a pet hippogriff?” 

Draco cleared his throat awkwardly. “Well, she’s Astoria's hippogriff. She's had her since before we got together. The rest of them, she adopted after we got married, but…” 

Draco trailed off, clearly deciding he'd been speaking for too long. Harry was staring at him as though he'd just grown a second head. 

“She's very safe,” Astoria said, bringing the conversation back on track. “She loves kids. I'm sure she'd be delighted to meet Al.” 

“He could stay over after the match!” Scorpius suggested. 

Astoria nodded. Looking to Ginny for confirmation that this was alright, their husband's both seemed to be struggling too much internally to contribute anything further. 

“That should be fine. Merlin knows I don't plan to do anything more exciting than eat as much chocolate as physically possible between then and New Year.” 

“Oh, that's practically mandatory,” Astoria agreed. “Do you want us to drop Scorpius to you before the match or –” 

Ginny nodded. “My brother can probably arrange a Floo connection between our house and Malfoy Manor, he works at the Department of Magical Transportation.” 

“We don't live at Malfoy Manor,” Draco cut in, apparently having recovered the ability to speak once more. 

“Al has our address,” Scorpius added, making it abundantly clear they'd planned the whole thing already and were asking their parents only as a courtesy. 

“Right,” Ginny shook her head, clearly coming to the same conclusion as Astoria. “In that case, we'll see you on Boxing Day, Scorpius – Now, we need to go and find James, his absence is only more concerning the longer it continues for.”

This seemed to shake Harry – who had been staring, puzzled at Draco since the revelation of Artemisia's existence – from his reverie. “I'll go find him. It was nice to meet you, Scorpius.” 

“We need to go as well,” Astoria said even as Draco tucked him securely under his arm. “Have a lovely Christmas,” she added, smiling from Ginny to Al. 

“You too,” Ginny grabbed both of Al's shoulders, spinning him to face the opposite direction. “Go and get your sister, she's talking Hugo's ear off.”

Al waved enthusiastically at Scorpius before disappearing into the crowd.

Draco wasted no more time, guiding Scorpius and Astoria towards the barrier that marked the exit of the platform. 

“Dad, can we go to Diagon Alley and get some chocolate frogs? They're Al's favourite.” 

“You want to go to Diagon Alley on the Saturday before Christmas?” Draco's tone made it clear he thought this was a horrifying idea. 

Scorpius nodded, apparently unconcerned. Astoria leant closer to him, speaking quietly enough to only be audible to Draco. “Pick up more wine while you're there. I'll need it to endure your mother's reaction when she learns she's not seeing Scorpius for Christmas because he's with Harry Potter's son.” 

Draco shook his head. “Wine won't be strong enough.” He smiled at Scorpius who was still happily chattering away about the plans he had for Al's visit. “He looks happy though.” 

[delicrieux]

𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 | endless drabble series (autumn edition)

pairing—james potter x reader genre—very light enemies to lovers in the span of 5 mins xx summary—someone comes to annoy you as you read your book on the pier word count—2.7k

author's note: i've been on james potter spiral. won't elaborate

masterlist. ☕. reqs are open!

there’s absolutely nothing romantic about the way james looks at you – gaping maw and all, glasses crooked on the bridge of his nose because he smacked his hand to the thin, wiry edge to lift them up and did it quickly and clumsily and for no reason – and if you assume otherwise, you’re an idiot. but you don’t assume otherwise, nor are you all the curious about the tangle of mush that could, perhaps, in a mind more evolved, be considered a thought. james can, you suppose, have decency, and he can, given the benefit of the doubt, appear thoughtful and tactful and, based on the information that came to dorcas in a dream, be serious about his affections. which he has none for you, just to be clear. in case the scene might paint otherwise.

what a curious sight it is on the rickety pier of the boathouse. the weather’s grown cold, near frosty, and the sky had long turned into something grey and woolen. the wind scratches at your ears, and at your lips, and james’ nose has gone red and so have his cheeks, and he looks ridiculous in his coat and burgundy sweater peeking underneath that you almost take pity on him. almost. though, if any of your friends inquired what was so ridiculous about him in that moment, you wouldn’t be able to form an answer that would appease them. james potter is simply too much – is that not fact? why should there be a trial to scrutinize your claim when the words are truth? yes, he’s ridiculous, and he’s stupid, and his hair is all a mess, and—

“i didn’t expect to find anyone here, to be honest,” he says after the long pause of nothing but glances and an understanding you haven’t figured out yet. when you’ll go to bed tonight and toss and turn, perhaps you’ll pick up the magnifying glass and recognize it as interest and be tremendously distressed and nauseous of that knowledge. now, you only worry for a heartbeat that’s just a tad too quick, “’s a bit odd, innit?”

“what?” your voice could’ve been like a whip in the air if only it wasn’t so hushed. pillowed by the cold that had frozen the strings of your syllables.

“you are.” he explains, a hint of teeth showing from his smile.

if you swung with all of your weight, perhaps he’d fall into the freezing waters beneath your feet and be so shocked that he would never resurface. no one would suspect you as culprit, since no one would see you escaping the boathouse, and you could, with great smugness, mourn with the rest when his disappearance is declared as demise. how positively villainous. he’s sitting close enough, you could try, but you know that, while a valiant attempt, he would grab you quicker than you could blink and drag you down to the depths laughing, like some deranged grindylow. a mirror-image in appearance, too.

“sod off,” you mumble, and seldom have you spoken words more genuine. you flip a page of an inconspicuous book borrowed from the forbidden section, intended to be returned, of course, once you had absorbed all it has to offer. not much, so far.

“there’s a library you can read in,” james says, scooting closer, because your personal space must be shared and perhaps he’s curious of the text that has commanded so much of your attention. he nudges your shoulder, and nudges it again when you don’t look up, “not sure you knew that.”

“was terrified you might find me too quick,” and there is some truth to that, but more so you were dissuaded by the idea of the librarian catching you. the book supposedly reveals archaic jinxes that went out of fashion – either too impractical or too dangerous – and the long-withstanding mythos about the book implies it discloses only when the shift in temperature is great. so you sit here, and freeze, and if you were honest enough you would tell him, and you would add that you like it here, even when cold, because it’s tranquil and the castle looks trapped in a snowglobe under the dome of the sky.

he snorts, “found you anyway.”

“have you nothing better to do?”

“not really. you upset?”

“hard not to be, around you.”

“flattered. and thankful. for, you know, the stature that comes with such an accomplishment—”

there you go, taking the bait and reeling in close. if your teeth chatter a bit as you speak, well, you were already blaming the chill, no? so let him think what he wants – a smirk tugging at his lips and eyes all lit up and giddy – and his face could warm you a bit. but then, it was your temper all aflame that might solve the problem entirely. and all you can think is, ridiculous.

perhaps his conversation isn't stimulating. perhaps the cold numbs your thoughts. or perhaps he is a pretty sight against this miserable, clouded backdrop, and so are you. a hand comes to the cover of the book, still flipped, and the skin brushing against the page is frigid to touch.

"you're freezing," he says, eyes trained on the book, and perhaps he really is talking to the cover. you wouldn't put it past him, "fancy warming up a bit? back inside, near the fire place in the common room. with company, for once. bet that'd be better."

"with your company, i take it?" you chime smartly.

"didn't i just say that?"

"hmm," is a reply given with a hum, and he only speaks again when his stare hasn't caused your skin to peel away.

"c'mon, then. there's nothing for you here but a bloody draft. come up now and we can steal butterbeers from the kitchen, if you'd like." there are an unnatural many suggestions, like he's grappling for a hook even when his expression shows nothing. he's usually less scattered than this, and he never considers your feelings in his very many attempts: 'come to the three broomsticks with me,' and you ask, 'why?' and he replies 'cuz i wanna drink.'

"no." you say.

"stubborn."

"willfully," and the emphasis is drawn out so maybe it sticks. you've dealt with him enough that his ramblings can hardly deter you, though, no matter how charming the prospect might sound, because you hate him. you've practiced saying these exact words in the mirror only to make them sound more potent. train your expression not to wobble, because no matter how unassuming james can appear at times, he strikes the moment he notices a slight hesitation.

he doesn't, because if he had, your hand wouldn't be clasping his so tight.

"fine," he nods his head, a huff of white cloud billowing from his mouth as he says so. his hand is equally as cold, like ice against your palm, but then his fingers wiggle a bit and lace through the empty spaces to properly intertwine.

"james?"

"they say sharing body heat is the quickest, y'know."

"unnecessary," you hiss.

"warm," is his only answer, and he inches closer so it's no wonder his face flushes like that. he's got his other arm around your shoulders, knee knocked with yours, "how long, you recon," he mutters, "before frostbite starts?"

"soon," you drawl, and if there's a small shiver running up your spine, then that's all the cold. nothing to do with the person beside you and how unabashed he is at his own closeness, and how warm he could be in this circumstance – when he was offered no objections, "if lucky."

a subtle lean in your direction, a nose buried in a scarf that smells faintly of cinnamon, is, at this rate, your ultimate surrender. how painful it is to do so, when pride swells like a bruise deep in your chest and the pain lingers. perhaps you can hide behind the flimsy veil of not caring and listen to the pace of his breath under your ear where his chin rests on your shoulder. if you were to look, you'd see a vague pout on his lips – chapped, but red, maybe even lovely.

"what are you reading, anyway?" he mumbles.

"history," is the quick and clipped answer. he doesn't deserve the details.

"not quite my subject. boring as all, i take it. does it at least mention me? history? dunno how anything goes without the noble house of potter contributions."

"noble? hardly," you state, "absolutely vain, though, obviously."

"begrudge me my blessings, but you love them," he chuckles and if you were feeling nice, you would say that it was warm enough that it chipped a tiny sliver of ice away. just a little. you settle for pinching his wrist, and are entertained to hear him wail a little.

he is the worst thing that's ever happened. the most tragic accident, and you just happen to have the most unfortunate timing. did he take a specialty class to master the art of pestering people? his eyes are big and hazel, and maybe it's because they are trained on that they seem a bit darker. absolutely repugnant. you'd rather die, and that is the truth. a death by looking. a tragic fate, a complete misfortune, an absolute bloody mess.

"you're blushing," he says, and if he had to bring it up, at least his voice is soft. no amusement, and he sounds just as fond as he is mystified, "thinking dirty thoughts? and on school grounds, no doubt. i am positively scandalized."

"piss off," the hiss is made venomous on purpose, and maybe you mean it. maybe.

"hope you aren't thinking too many about anyone else," this is the closest he has been to sounding thoughtful in any conversation, "that'd make me all sorts of bitter. wouldn't like that."

"of course you wouldn't, not when the possibility exists to bully me with the information," a huff, a quick exhale that clouds the air like his smile had before, and maybe he'd be charming, if only his intent wasn't as devious as it is.

"or i really just wouldn't like it," and how he dares to sound wounded with such a tender sentiment, and perhaps your insistence upon finding his ways less than humble could have come with a greater reluctance. as if you were dragged out of this, kicking and screaming. how utterly sickening his lips might taste, and your want has to be damned, so you don't look. and instead, his head comes to nuzzle on a shoulder with a knit scarf tickling his cheek, "wouldn't like it."

how utterly horrid.

there is no solution, really, and if you had looked, his eyes would've been heavy and his mind more so. it doesn't bother him, even if you are so silent – silent as stone – and his voice comes a bit thick, but he's smiling and he's always smiling like the imbecile he is. that you know he is. no one could fake the joy so pure that is beaming across his face. and what's worse, what is infinitely worse, is that he sees what must look like something far gentler in your expression.

"you're sweet," and if he is smug, you'd hardly noticed. a press of his lips at your temple, a warm chuckle against your neck, "and bloody adorable, too," because if there's anything that you couldn't handle right now, it's a heartfelt conversation. a damsel-worthy declaration, because, knowing him, he'd embarrass the both of you enough to melt a few inches of frost, and that just won't do.

"don't push it."

"or what? afraid you might lose the resolve to your no-nonsense-pretend-to-loathe-everyone act? and it was so brilliant, too."

"please stop talking," the whine could've been unbecoming if you weren't so desperate for him to silence himself, but, lucky you, "seriously."

"so hard not to when you are. how are you real?"

"questionable," you mumble, and this must be torture, except the prick hasn't pushed you, or grabbed you, or anything beyond holding your hand and wedging a cold nose into your scarf, "at the moment, i'm not entirely sure."

"miserable, aren't we? c'mon," and the only solution is to knock his head with yours, hard enough to make a noise that's audible over your hammering heart, and this time you give him the courtesy of seeing a brief flash of pain. and if you give him the curtsy of pressing your lips into his, well, he takes advantage of it and gets your hands. warm hands around cold, pale fingers, and a hum sounds into your throat and might vibrate all the way to the ends of your hair.

he's the bloody worst, isn't he? and somehow you're fated to know how terribly true the statement is.

"no, really, your hands are cold," he says softly, and the weather hasn't affected him. his words are sluggish and slow, like the pace of his palms on yours, rubbing and trying to warm them, and he might have a point, but he won't have the satisfaction of knowing that. the confirmation only came with another kiss, and how is that a deterrent? it really shouldn't be, "adorable, but i see frost on your fingers."

you roll your eyes, but for what it's worth, his kisses have an aftertaste of warmth, "my savior," your murmurs, and the irony is evident in how unamused the words are, "thanks."

"always at your beck and call."

"have i called?"

"many times," he presses a kiss to a wrist and another to your palm, and if his breathing warms the space between your hands then the problem's almost solved.

"in your dreams, perhaps."

"quite vividly," james has always had a glint to his eyes – an ambition, maybe, that shines brilliantly every time he's truly serious, but it's an intensity you had only seen a handful of times in him. so many wasted words, and how ridiculous he could be, how aggravating, and stupid, and wonderful, and in that instant, you think you could see stars, "but they don't last much."

"nice to know you've figured your issue."

"oh, hush." and the lips are on yours, and he smiles while doing so and you might melt away if only because the frost were forced into it. he doesn't open his mouth or let his hands do more than touch your cheek, your neck, with such gentility and no wonder your face grows warmer. it must glow in the evening air and you could be seen miles away, looking like an absolute prat, being adored so thoroughly. a long inhale before pulling away, but he rests his forehead against yours, "see? better, isn't it?"

"dreadful."

"sure, love." and it must be the first time the petname sounds endearing rather than mocking, or perhaps the frost in your limbs has really started to settle and the chill has worked into your bones, or perhaps his skin looks so bright under this awful dome and no one ever talks about the way his hair frames his face. maybe his voice has warmed you more than his hands. or perhaps he is softer and gentle with his affections and he isn't as mean as he claims to be or you insist. maybe, just maybe, you are secretly, obviously, terribly fond the brat and the starry eyed fool sitting next to you. more, or just as much, as he's fond with you.

"can we go back to the castle now?"

"no."

"cold out here," he reminds.

"so i've heard."

"i could help you with that, though."

"thought you already are."

"amazing," a new kiss, quick and chaste on a corner of your lips, "this has got to be a new record of no arguing. good. i can't believe, for once, that all it took was a kiss and some, like, a minute or three of talking, and i would've done it earlier, too. probably."

"don't think too much of it."

"i will. warm-up?"

"what?"

 "kiss me," is that impatience in his voice or the beginning of a tantrum? either way, when a something isn't instantly granted, it prompts a series of groans and complaints that surely rival the level of insufferability james has attained through the years. his head rolls onto your shoulder and you feel his voice against your neck. a hum, "you really, absolutely, one hundred percent have to."

 "i never signed up for such a deal."

 "you did. c'mere."

thank u for reading <3

[blissfulip]

Dopamine

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Viktor x f!reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: enemies to lovers, slow burn, angst, idiots in love (?) dubious science, mostly canon compliant, no use of y/n, chemist!reader, eventual smut, masturbation, angry sex, unprotected sex,

Cw: uhhhh smut

Words: 2.5k

[A/N: russian very kindly corrected by soln, ly<3, tags and content warnings to be updated in each chapter, updates weekly(ish). (also, let me know if you want to be tagged in fic updates!)]

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Chapter 6: Big-headed? (NSFW)

The corridor leading to Heimerdinger's office was markedly narrower and longer than the others at The Academy, as though he was covertly attempting to thwart visitors. It didn’t stop you, however, and as you found out when you got there, it hadn’t stopped Viktor either. It made sense that, at one point in his life, long before you even met each other, these halls must have been a habitual destination. His close-knit relationship with the professor also showed itself confidently in the volume of his voice, a line that, despite your frustration with the situation, you’d never dare to cross.

You had every intention of staying put and waiting for him to come out, but the half-open door compromised your presence, and given that you were almost certainly there to make a fuss about the same issue, you decided to get it done and over with; after all, perchance Viktor's presence there could give your argument a compelling edge.

"Well, I’m glad you were able to join us at last, dear. I trust you are feeling better." Heimerdinger started.

“I’m okay; yes, thank you for the concern, professor. I should say I have a surmise that I am here for the same reason as him."

“Yes, I was trying to argue that our work styles do not meld well, and making us work together for any period of time greater than 5 minutes could be catastrophic; would you confirm as much?”

“Absolutely, I can do the work all on my own if that’s necessary; just don't make me work with him.”

“Interestingly enough, he has offered to do the same. Although I do commend both of you for your altruism, I must insist. This is what the Academy has decided.”

“Professor, if I may—"

“Enough delays, my boy; the decision is final. If I were you, I would get to it immediately; you have only a couple of hours to work.” You were swiftly rushed out the door by him, swept away by tiny, impatient footsteps and a heavy wooden door closing behind you.

Another door closed right on your faces when the sweet librarian denied you access on the pretense that your arguing had inconvenienced a whole two people the past couple of weeks, and you were now banned from using the premises at the same time. You had to compromise and go in by yourself to get the books you needed and then go all the way to the half-empty and uncomfortably cold cafeteria tables, where you worked tirelessly until you were yet again kicked out once the place closed. 

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A couple infectious yawns and rubbed eyes later, you leaned back on the stiff plastic chair and stretched your back.

“What time is it?”

“Past 9.” Viktor answered after lazily turning around to try to make out what the clock read. You groaned loudly.

“We’ll need to move again—my dorm or yours?"

“Mine is probably cleaner.”

“Are you implying I’m messy?”

“No, I am affirming as much.”

“Rude.” You were offended, though only as a habit, because he was not entirely wrong.

“Oh no, have I offended you? Someone put me out of my misery!” He dramatized.

“I’d be first in line.” You said already standing up and walking in the direction of his dormitory.

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“Not everything needs to be done your way, you know?"

In the wake of the cafeteria work stretch, you had found yourselves completely spent and depleted. With most of the work done and text written, you had taken some minutes to stretch and rest your eyes. Viktor had informed you as soon as you got there that it was imperative that you were as silent as possible, given the next-door neighbor's propensity to complain about noise.

You did your best to keep it down, of course, and granted, you had been doing a particularly good job. That is, until Viktor decided to wonder who between the two of you would be the one actually giving the speech with the material you had prepared. Although you did your best to ask him politely at first, his immediate negative response caused you to get defensive.

“I wrote most of the text; why can’t you just do me a favor once?

“It’s not a favor if you have to throw me under a train for it! You know I hate speaking in public, and genuinely, I’m dog-tired of you being so incorrigibly selfish.”

“I’m not selfish, how am I selfish?” You said almost forgetting you had to keep the volume down.

“You never think about any consequences, ever. You can go around saying you are a free spirit and spontaneous and fun as much as you like, but if truth be told, you are nothing but cataclysmic chaos!”

“I don’t make mistakes on purpose, Viktor; it happens; you just have zero empathy because you insist on making everyone believe you are the Academy’s perfect golden boy! You never make mistakes, and you never do anything wrong, right?. But I know all you really do is push people away because everyone is afraid of disappointing you! I don't know. If you were a little less hostile, maybe you’d have some friends."

“You mean friends like you? I’d rather staple my ears together than be friends with a jumbled  mess. He said, standing up from the chair, his nose flaring up as he inhaled a sharp breath and held his cane forcefully. “You are so excruciatingly intolerable, overwhelming, big-headed—”

“Big-headed?"

“That is what you take offense to?”

You couldn’t say anything beyond a dismissive shrug, and you knew your disregard for his opinion was what would sting the most anyway.

The silence was loud; it could be felt in the air between you, the irate flare of irritation in his gritted teeth, his ears colored in that familiar tone of blush, and his eyebrows uncomfortably knit together as he whisper-screamed at you. He took a couple steps forward, leaving you at no farther than a palm's distance. The sudden closeness somehow did not bother you; you could hear both of your breaths, heavy and panting from the strain of containing your screams, and you could tell by the heat you felt all over your head and stomach that your cheeks probably mirrored the flush on Viktor’s face.

In hindsight, you never really understood why you didn’t talk back to him after that last comment. You had so many things in mind you could have said, but an unknown force pulled your attention away from his amber eyes glowing with rage to his lips instead, which were a bloody cherry red from biting on them too much. You couldn’t look away, and Viktor quickly noticed.

Then his shoulders visibly lost tension.

"Ah…prydoruk,” he whispered, mostly to himself, and you wished you understood because it somehow felt like another insult. Perplexity became fright when the loud clang of his cane falling directed your eyes to the floor, but in an instant, both of his hands were holding your face firmly, and one of them slithered in between the locks of your hair.

You hated how fast your guard fell. His fingers, icy yet delicate, caressing the lines of your jaw, were enough to disarm you completely. You mouthed multiple offenses at him under your breath as you searched for his lips. You were agonizingly in need of each other’s taste. Your hands had a strong grip on his shirt, tugging at it unintentionally as your body, which desperately wanted that idiot, tried to gripe with your rationality. The war in Viktor’s mind was a similar one, but just as much as yours, his body was unable to pull back.

Eventually you needed to catch your breath from the kiss, beyond hungry, and when you pulled back just slightly, you looked at each other like two deer in headlights, frozen in place by a blend of contradicting emotions that prevented you from moving and still holding each other closely. Viktor moved first, and when he kissed you again, you could feel his hands move almost on their own, going against his orders to wrap around your waist and pull you closer to him. He felt his lungs grow hungry for air as his tongue buried itself deep inside your throat.

“Stop pulling," he tried to whisper in between kisses. You shushed him, bringing a finger up to his lips, and started leaving a trail of kisses along his jawbone. “If you tear my shirt, I—” He tried once again, but your lips got to his neck at the same time, and his sentence changed into a muffled groan.

“I won’t. Just shut up; don’t make me think too much about this; just sh—”

“So crass,” he said as he walked backwards to the bed, pulling you along with him. “You’re so unpleasant."

“You have history that says otherwise, asshat."

You already had a leg on the bed, fully intending to push him on it to straddle his lap, but he moved faster than you could think and shifted to hover above you. He crawled up slowly without ever stopping the deep kiss you were sharing and used one of his knees to push your legs apart, positioning himself between them. You tried not to react, but the feeling of his erection against you prompted a slight chuckle to come out of your throat. 

“If this is how you get when I’m unpleasant, I can’t imagine what could happen if I were nice to you.” you smirked. He sank his teeth against your skin in response, leaving a small bite mark on your collarbone before he whispered.

“You are not funny, Zaychik."

“You’re just humorless." You said this as you pulled his shirt over his head. This must have been the open invitation he was waiting for to introduce a hand under your dress, completely bunching it up to gain precious access to your bare chest.

Although the energy of the room had shifted noticeably, the pooling heat in between you never replaced the ravenous disposition. You still felt the frustration in him as he bit into you multiple times, leaving a wake of purple and red bruises you would have to explain the next day. You didn’t know if his motivations were guided by a fit of lust or if it was a way to punish you for all of the irritation you had caused him throughout the years of knowing each other; either way, it felt good, and you did not care to keep pondering.

His hand trickled down to your underwear in excruciatingly slow designs, one of his eyebrows raising in a self-congratulatory expression when he felt the dampness of the fabric.

“Pat yourself in the back; why don't you?” You said, rolling your eyes. He did not answer, and, to your astonishment, he did not take your underwear off. He took his hand back up, bringing the fingers wet with arousal into his mouth, pulled down the elastic of his sweatpants and underwear to reveal a cock you wished you hadn’t gasped at, and pulled your underwear to the side to position himself at your entrance, all without ever breaking eye contact.

Even though he was panting abnormally loud and you could tell he would probably soon burst into a cloud of smoke, he still nodded slightly at you, asking for confirmation, and when you nodded back, he impatiently tilted his hips as far as the position allowed it and his leg could withstand, plunging into you with hungry zeal. He didn’t start slow; he was incisive and deep with every thrust, making sure he was completely inside you with every move. Calculated bastard

You used both hands around his back to hold yourself steady, your not exactly manicured nails digging into the soft flesh of his shoulder blades as you did your best to not make any noises too loud. Down on the bed under him, you pondered the dim light in the room and the curious designs of the roof. They might as well have been figments of your imagination, swirls of light and haziness as your eyes filled with tears.

You confused the erratic rhythm of his hips for what you thought at first was the arrival of his unraveling and immediately realized was simply his leg tiring out, and you gathered enough momentum to push him off of you, his back now on the bed, and you were ready to ride him. Long overdue, you thought, you couldn’t let him get his way with you without having a mirriad of his whimpers to your name. Your pace wasn’t slow either; you drove him into you with the roll of your hips, making sure you could feel him in the right spots.

The look of enamoured trance on his face as you bounced on his lap was far from the vexed expression you were expecting, and the suppressed groans of pleasure touched something in you that made you suddenly bashful. You leaned over to nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck and pressed your lips against his when his grin was getting too wide for comfort. You devoured each other again for what felt like too little time before you could feel the overwhelming heat in your core preparing you for your climax.

You tried to tell Viktor you were about to come, but something in your face must have made that obvious, because he brought you close again by the back of your neck, your mouths nearly touching each other as he spoke.

“Say my name,” he murmured into your mouth.

“Yeah, right”

The hand on your neck slithered its way up to your hair, which he tugged at firmly.

“Say it; I know you’re close.”

“Fuck you.” You hissed, neither of you being able to contain a half-pleasure, half irritation, out-of-breath groan.

It didn’t take much longer before you felt the brief pain and sweet spasm that followed it, and Viktor revealed the feeling of your walls contracting around his cock. You took a second to compose yourself with your forehead pressed against his, and then gave him a devilish grin as you slid down to his lap. His eyes opened wide when you pressed the heat of his erection flat on your tongue, taking it in as far as you could manage.

His head shot back and his face contorted in pleasure, the hand that hadn’t left your hair oscillating between pulling at it harshly and gently caressing your head. You tasted him, salty, in your throat soon enough, and sat up after swallowing every drop of it. Viktor drew you back to him, and you laid there next to each other, avoiding eye contact, even though you were too high from your orgasms to feel any regret yet.

‘Yet’ came soon enough, though.

[hwajin]

little life update for anyone who cares!!!!

i've been so inactive on here (even tho i have SO many works in progress </3) because i've been kinda super busy! i have never posted anything regarding uni or my job on here because i never wanted to jinx anything but basically, i had been toying with the thought of quitting university for ages now because it made me so so so unhappy and i actually truly hated every second of it 😭 since i hadn't had a plan B i was basically just pushing through it and giving uni chance after chance (while working part time at a bakery which was physically insanely exhausting tbh) but! last year i finally looked into alternatives and applied for a library job/ schooling and got it a couple weeks ago! meaning i finally dropped out of uni officially AND quit my bakery job, AND will start working as a librarian from july and on + will receive additional education in relation to the field!

all in all, this means i will be super busy since i'll be commuting and living in different cities part time, going back and forth etc, studying AND working — so i'm not sure how this blog will be managed in the future! i do write better under time pressure/ stress tho, and i do know that i definitely won't stop writing altogether, i just suppose i will write/ post as rarely as i already do (sadly </3), i hope you understand! i have a big series in the planning which i hope i can get out this year and before i start with the new job, and about a million drabbles so the ideas are definitely not dying out — i just hope i can get some of the motivation back i lost along the way of being frustrated over uni and new jobs and life changing altogether! i've never been good with changes so even tho i'm SO excited to start this new chapter i'm also insanely scared and nervous, and that has made me lose the focus needed to write etc, so i hope when i'm a little more used to the new job and everything i can be back on my game 💪🏼 that's basically it, if anyone cared to read this far take care 🫶🫶🫶

[jinxs-gf]

𝐉𝐈𝐍𝐗 (𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐄) 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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cup o’ juice (2k)

↳ you scold Jinx for trying to drink alcohol and Silco, who isn’t your biggest fan, calls you a bad influence. but Jinx couldn’t care less about what he thought of you

birthday batter (1.4k)

↳ you’re baking a cake and jinx is curious as to why

promise — zombie!au (3.5k)

↳ you and jinx break two unsaid rules ever since the apocalypse started, never split up and never make promises. promises were never guaranteed, especially in your current living conditions. But a promise of a life with your soulmate? You could get by it.

somewhere in those eyes (1.7k)

↳ whereas everyone sees a dangerous, crazy, harm to society, you see a vulnerable girl who just wants to be loved.

librarian jinx ramble (1.6k)

beauty is in the eye of the beholder (2.2k)

↳ You’re an artist, giddy at the thought of creating a portrait of Jinx, your lover. Except she can’t understand why you’d want a portrait of her.

[loserdiaz]

buddie fic recs ( fics i've read this week that i've absolutely loved )

i decided i wanna be a buddie fanfiction librarian and this is what im gonna do from now on, mwah.

y(our) son (gen, 642 words, by @the-likesofus): very short but for some reason made me sob like a baby.

I should go and find myself (before I ruin someone else) (explicit, 19k words, by @monsterrae1 ): buck travels to another universe where the buck from there died and there's a lot of grief, closure, healing. will i ever shut up about this fic? most definitely not. also made me cry like a baby. i really recommend it!

sometimes a curse can lead to a date (gen, 2k words, by coupe_de_foudre): different first meeting, eddie is with the 133 so, when the 118 get trapped during 'jinxed', he's there to help get them out. very cute and funny. really liked it.

like a hedge maze (teen and up, 5.3k words, by @maygrantgf ): eddie keeps having dreams of almost kissing buck, but wakes up before he actually gets to do it. un this was sooo good??? also hen and eddie besties so true. i absolutely loved it!

bottled poetry (teen and up, 7.2k words, by @buddierights ): buck and eddie take a platonic trip to a winery and everyone assumes they're a couple. eddie pines. so much pining??? and so cute??? absolutely a jewel of a fic. chef's kiss. also they share a bed?!?! i love that trope an insane amount.

this must be love (mature, 5.7k words, by @spotsandsocks): a very sweet, nice valentine fic. friends to lovers?? SMASH. the mutual pining was chef's kiss. also, this made me emotional, i definitely recommend reading!!

lightening strikes twice (and it burns so nice) (teen and up, 5.6k words, by youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118): spec fic for 6x10, basically they’re lightening struck lovers and they’re dumbasses like always. absolutely loved it. made me even more excited for the 6b episode if that's even possible.

[lesbianriverphoenix]

i'm sooooooo scared of jinxing things it's stupid but i got a second round interview at pretty much the dream job on friday. at this point the dream job is just a full time academic librarian position in the city but it is indeed that. i have three days to prepare a presentation but honestly i'm okay with it i would get so freaked if i had to wait longer. prayer hands etc please tumblr followers send me good employment vibes!!!!

[sumeru-academy]

Say mommy.

synopsis: you and lisa compete to see who can get your baby to say their first word.

character(s): lisa minci.

warning(s): completely sfw including the title. teasing, already established relationship, mentions of adoption, klee.

note(s): female reader, second person pov, you guys are married by the way.

p.s: did you know palm trees are actually a type of grass rather than a type of tree?

⎯⎯mod angel 🎐

“Come on Malik!! Say mommy…mommy…”

Lisa cooed effortlessly at the young child sitting in front of her as he stared quizzically at his mother for making such weird noises with her mouth. Opting to just smile and gently smack at her face with his palms and making the poor librarian groan as he started kneading her cheeks like dough. Not having a clue in the slightest about what his mother wanted him to do. 

“Pfft, he slapped you,” you pointed as a matter-of-factly, mug of coffee in hand as you took a quick sip and went to go join your wife on the rug. “Has he said anything yet?”

“Hah…no…” Lisa grumbled as her son just flopped on his back without a care in the world and started sucking on one of his teething toys, “He seems more interested in sucking rather than speaking. As you can see…”

She gestured to Malik practically demolishing the duck-shaped toy with his canines, giggling all the while the duck was in pain. “I give that rubber ducky two days max with him…” Lisa chuckled, rubbing her child’s stomach with affection. “Any longer and we’d have to plan a ducky’s funeral…”

You giggled at your wife’s words and tried to ignore the image of your ever growing pile of demolished toys that needed to be thrown out. Thanks to your son’s super ability to shred anything with just his gums alone, you had to go back to the store this weekend for more.

Pushing the thought aside for now, you let yourself indulge in the quiet afternoon with your wife and baby, cooing affectionately towards Malik and playing small games with him and whatever toys he had left that haven’t been chewed. It was nice, having a domestic time like this with your family and having absolutely no interruptions or anything to possibly disrupt this time of bliss. 

It was really, really nice…

Until your wife jinxed it. 

“Malik, Malik, mommy, come on dear I know you can say it! Say mommy!”

“Really Lisa?”

You gave her an unamused look and your lover only sideways-grinned at you in response. “I thought you said the bet was off.”

“Well, now it’s back on again,” she flashed you a coy smile as she tickled under her son’s chin, making him giggle. “Mommy, come on Malik…! You can say it dear!”

“Oh heck no…” you quirked up a smirk of your own and tapped Malik’s cheek to redirect his attention towards you, “Malik! Malik sweetie, say mama…mama…”

Your son turned towards you and smiled when you smiled. Seeming to enjoy the attention he received from both mothers and squealing when the two of you tapped and tickled at his face. 

“Look at that smile!”

“Almost absolutely no teeth and yet he still looks just as handsome!”

Malik seemed to love all the attention and compliments you fired off the bat and gripped at both your fingers with his chubby hands. Smiling and laughing just like a baby should, but not saying a word despite the latter being what you two wanted the most 

“Ah…pooh, nothing?” Lisa pouted, “All that fuss and not even a fragment of a word…”

“Oh, don’t be like that Lisa,” you cooed, kissing the side of her forehead lovingly, “It’s okay to lose sometimes…”

“Puh— Lose?!” She stared at you in disbelief and threw one of Malik’s slobbered on baby toys at you, “He didn’t say either, which means we both lost, cutie.” 

She laughed as you tried to squirm away from the slobbery baby toy and winced, trying to wipe away any substance of drool off your shirt and smearing it back on your wife. 

“Hey!”

“Marriage has made you evil,” you snickered, “Well, eviler. Considering all you did to me back when we were dating— HEY—!”

“You minx!” She laughed as she threw a stuffed giraffe at your face, your son going absolutely ballistic as you continued to throw toys and stuffed animals at each other like school children. 

“Witch!”

“Minx!”

The two of you burst out into fits of laughter as each of you tried to pin the other to the ground and throw toys at one another to get back at them. Malik having the time of his life watching his moms duke it out, and clapping along to their squeals of laughter while waiting for a victor to emerge.

Unfortunately for little Malik, there was no victor in the end as the doorbell rang, signaling that someone was at the door. 

“Hah! I won— MMPF?!”

“Hush now cutie, someone’s at the door,” Lisa smirked as she pressed a finger against your lips to shut you up. “Now be a good girl and get off so that I can see.”

She patted at your thighs and you knew at that moment that you really didn’t win against your wife. I mean, sure you were on top of her now but were you really?

“I…ugh, yes ma’am…” you turned away from her in an attempt to hide your hot face and got off of her as soon as you could. Your wife smiling at your obedience and lightly tapping your cheek with her palm as a reward. “Good girl. Watch Malik for me while I see who’s at the door, hm? Maybe clean up his toys while you’re at it.”

She blew you a kiss and you swear you could blow out steam from your ears.

“Evil woman…” you scoffed, scooping up Malik into your arms and staring deep into his eyes. “You won’t be as evil as mommy will you? Archons I hope not…”

Malik just gave you a cheeky grin and blew a slobbery raspberry at you. Your face scrunching up as you held him away from your face to keep clean. “Never mind…it seems that you’re Lisa’s boy alright.” You made a fake gagging noise with your throat and Malik giggled in accomplishment.

“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Y/N!” The high pitched squeals of little Klee filled the room as a small weight collided into you from behind. Sure enough, the little elf girl was situated behind you and was now hugging the back of your legs as we speak. 

“WOAH—! Klee?!” You nearly jumped before realizing that you were still holding Malik. Forcing your body to ground itself as you caught your footing and looked behind you. “Klee? Is that you?”

“Yes yes yes it’s me!” Her cheery voice exclaimed, “Do you have Malik? Can I see him? Oh please oh please can I?”

“Forgive us for coming in on such short notice…”

Your head turned to see none other than acting grandmaster Jean waltzing into your living room as your wife Lisa followed close behind. A sheepish smile playing on the dandelion knight’s lips as she rubbed the back of her neck in hesitation. “You see, Klee just wanted to see Malik again so she could introduce him to Dodoco. She kept begging and begging…the only solution really was to go today…”

Jean laughed sheepishly. “I hope you don’t mind?” 

You smiled and shook your head. “Of course not! Malik has been in a very playful mood actually, so this would be perfect for him!”

“Auntie Y/N! You have him in his arms! Can I hold him? Please please pleaseeee?”

Now noticing the small baby in your arms, Klee raised her arms up to indicate that she wanted to hold him. Puppy-dog eyes showing that she was practically begging for you to say yes. 

And I mean, how could you not?

“Let’s sit down first,” you smiled softly, sitting down on the carpet while Klee followed pursuit, “Now hold your hands out like this…” you began fixing the position of her arms with one hand before gently setting little Malik onto her lap. 

You’ve never heard Klee gasp so hard.

“Master Jean! Master Jean! I’m holding him! I’m holding Malik!”

“Please be careful Klee…” Jean had the look of a worried mother, “Are you sure this is alright with you?”

“Of course it is,” Lisa chuckled, setting a hand upon her best friend’s shoulder, “You act like my child is made of glass, Jean. I’m offended.” 

Your wife playfully jabbed her and then motioned for you and Jean to sit on the couch. Most likely to talk and catch up all the while making sure Klee didn’t accidentally drop Malik on the floor.

“Make sure to support his head,” you called out to Klee, her only response being a thumbs up before calling “I will!” And grabbing a few toys to play with him. 

‘Ah…what a sweet older sister figure…’

“So, how has life with the baby been,” Jean started as a conversation starter, “Has he said his first word yet?”

“Sadly, no…” Lisa sighed, her hand going over to hold yours. “Ever since we adopted him from Sumeru he hasn’t even said anything close to a vowel. I’m beginning to get worried…”

“I’m sure it’s nothing to get nervous about,” Jean smiled reassuringly, “He’ll speak when he’s ready. After all, he is still a baby.”

You heard the laughter and giggles of little Malik on the carpet as Klee waved a Dodoco in front of his face. Luckily not an explosive one, as this one was all plush and no powder.

“Sigh, I suppose you are right…” Lisa hummed whilst stroking your hand. “We’ve just been so antsy lately in wondering what his first word is going to be. In fact…Y/N and I even set up a bet to see if he would say ‘mama’ or ‘mommy’ first. And so far? Nothing yet…”

“Yeah, but he’s totally going to say ‘mama’ first. It’s way easier than what you picked,” you grinned cheekily, your wife’s lips quirking slightly before dropping, “Puh! In your dreams!”

Jean smiled at your old couple-y banter and chuckled when the two of you started lightly hitting each other. Batting at each other like cats in a bath before Lisa started pinching the bridge of your nose in retaliation. 

“Ow!”

“Oh please, you should’ve seen that coming, given that I know all your weak spots.” 

“Despicable.”

You blew a raspberry at her —now Lisa knows where Malik learned to do that— and winced when she glared at you for clearly pushing your boundaries with her. 

“…Sorry.” You mumbled, your wife instantly brightening up and kissing your cheek. “It’s alright.”

“Ahem.”

You both turned to see Jean smiling nervously on the couch. “As much as I love witnessing your back and forth banter, I do feel as if I’m being a third wheel, yes?” Jean laughed. “You two sure never lost the spark though, the same old teasing shenanigans from many years ago never died…”

“Hmpf, at any age, Lisa will always be evil,” you stated without missing a beat. 

“Well, at any age, Y/N will always fall prey to my advances,” Lisa countered right after.

“Ugh. See?” You gestured to your wife, who only giggled like the evil woman that she was.

“Hehe, of course I see, after all, I’ve been friends with Lisa ever since—”

“Auntie Y/N! Auntie Lisa!”

Poor Jean never got to have a word in before your conversation got cut short by Klee. You shooting her a look of pity before turning to see Klee waddling over with baby Malik in her arms.

“Ah! Careful Klee! You shouldn’t walk with Malik on your own!” Jean shot out of her seat before you or Lisa could reach her, and helped support the baby’s weight even though he wasn’t in any real danger of falling 

“But but but Master Jean!” Klee stammered out quickly, “Malik said his first word!”

“HE SAID WHAT?” Both you and Lisa shouted at the same time, leaping off the couch and instantly getting up close and personal with Malik.

“Oh my goodness! Malik, you said your first word?” Lisa cooed excitedly, playfully pinching the little one’s cheeks, “Ohh mommy’s so proud!”

“Not as proud as me!” You fired back laughing, making Malik laugh twice as much as you smiled brighter than any summer sky, “You said mama didn’t you? Awww good boy, I knew you loved me more!”

“Please, there’s no way he said mama as his first word! Malik baby what did you say? Say it again for mommy! Come on Malik! Come on!” 

All four of you sat down on the carpet with Malik still sitting in Klee’s lap. Jean being equally excited as you two as she clapped excitedly for the reveal. “Oh this is so exciting! I’m so excited for you two!”

“Go ahead Malik! Say what you said to me earlier!” Klee cheered, holding up the young infant with her arms.

“Mmh—!” The three of you gasped when Malik opened his mouth wide. “Aaahh…”

“Oh archons he’s really going to say it!”

“What’s it gonna be Malik? Mama or mommy?”

“Aaahhhh…BOMBS!”

You, Jean and Lisa all blinked in unison. Huh…?

“Bombs!” Your son cheered out again, laughing when Klee nuzzled into him from behind. “Bombs! Bombs! Bombs!”

Though muffled through his lack of teeth, the word itself was still made evidently clear. Your son’s first word was bombs, a weapon of mass destruction.

“Ohh Barbatos…” Jean mumbled apologetically, watching as Klee giggled with delight and hugged her baby cousin closer than ever.

“I’m so proud of you Malik! I was just explaining to him that Dodoco was similar to the Jumpty Dumpties that I had…and said that they were bombs! Then, his eyes got SUPER wide, and then his mouth opened and he yelled “BOMBS!” Super loud! It was so cute!”

Klee’s explanation —although adorable— was a bit frightening to say the least as it had finally comprehended in your brain that Klee had taught your child how to say “bombs.” Not mama, mommy, or anything relatively innocent, nope. Just…bombs.

“…Well,” Lisa was the first one to snap out of her stupor, “What an interesting first word that is…” she giggled. 

“I suppose we both lost the bet then, huh?” You smirked at her, watching as she slowly matched it to mirror yours, “Unfortunately.”

“Oh Klee…” Jean groaned like the tired mother that she was. “I’m so sorry you two, I didn’t think Klee would teach Malik such a…peculiar first word. Apologies…”

“Oh no! It’s totally alright Jean!” Your wife grinned, “Now my wife and I could stop bickering about this topic, and bicker about another!”

“Really?!”

Lisa just shrugged and smiled at you before getting down to play with Malik. “Yes, really. But let’s push that aside for now and celebrate our son’s first word!”

Tickling the tip of his nose, Lisa beamed and gently scooped him up out of Klee’s arms. “Let’s all go out for dinner tonight! On me! Jean, Klee, would you two like to join us?”

“Well, I suppose it’s fi—”

“Yes yes yes thank you Lisa! Thank you!”

Klee squealed while clutching Dodoco and spun in circles around your living room. Clearly excited about these newfound plans. 

“Dinner, huh?” You grinned, “And you’re paying?”

“Just this once because I love you,” she teased, “And because we have guests tonight.”

“Hmpf, how thoughtful,” you snickered, reaching to grab your bag as Jean and Klee were already halfway out the door. “Say…what do you say we bet on something else now that this one is off the table.”

“What do you suggest?” Lisa purred smoothly as she fixed Malik’s growing tufts of hair. 

“Hm, whoever he walks to first gets to be pampered by the loser?”

“Oho..! You are so on.” Lisa smirked, kissing you on the forehead before leaving to follow you out the door.

“And I intend on winning it.”

[kazoologist]

15 Qs for 15 friends!

I got double tagged by @sebsrainbowbicycle and @mossistyping (howdy!)

Are you named after anyone? Yes, actually! I can't say which famous old movie star I got named after without exposing my birth name which is hella fem, so if u wanna like ask for deets, u can! but we stan classic movies in my family's house and I am named after a pretty famous actress from the classic movie era, which is...cooler now that I've made peace with it, but still deeply funny for the success i was set up for from my fam.

When was the last you cried? Probably a few months ago when I was really stressed about being sick and a bunch of other stuff going on.

you have kids? No!

What sports do you play/have you played? Played volleyball as a little kid (terrible at it), but I did shoot archery competitively from about the time I was...like. 11 or 12?? to about the time I was 15.

Do you use sarcasm? Yes, debatable on how good.

What is the first thing you notice about people? Height/Hair/Voice.

What is your eye color? Green

Scary movies or happy endings? As much as I love my happy endings... Scary movies my beloved.

Any talents? ... I mean I was a pretty solid shot when I did archery? I did pretty good at a lot of contests. I'm a pretty good photographer, I think. Also a good researcher and pretty solid writer. I can hold my breath for about two minutes when I'm in the habit of swimming I guess. Otherwise, I'd just say im pretty good at handicrafts like embroidery and crochet.

Where were you born? The wonderful state of Missouri in the US! We are the Cave State!

What are your hobbies? embroidery/cross stitch, crochet and knitting, reading when I can, I used to be a theatre lighting tech and I miss that so badly but it's not really a hobby since its been so long. Playing card games and hanging out with friends, and going on walks and swimming (i miss swimming SO MUCH). technically also dnd and other ttrpgs but i havent played in like eight zillion years (i miss being a dm SO BAD)

Do you have any pets? My family has a cat named Poppy who is about fifteen years old and a nightmare and I love her a lot.

How tall are you? 5'1, and i think im somewhere in the 155cm range

Favorite subject at school? English/History/Art

Dream job? Research librarian

okay tagging with no pressure and also much like the people who tagged me, minimal confidence in my ability to count to 15.

@atinystraykid @the-wonderful-jinx @nautical-nasa @bobaheadshark @honeyboyfelix @duelbraids @grimreaperchic @valleyforgewriters @sporest @two-tyred-problems @truehauntings @callmeclementinee @skull-in-a-jar @planet-useless @cottagehowell

[archival-arrival]

MixteGender

a gender that can be described as or similar to anonbinary, aporagender, genderfluid and/or quoigender/wtfgender. it is neither binary nor nonbinary, neither feminine, masculine, neutral or nonbinary but also all of those things together in a unified-null way, a completely different thing outside the binary apart from being nonbinary. it may fit under the nonbinary umbrella for some but it specifically doesnt because its detachment and simultaneous connection to both the binary and nonbinary. it feels like a fourth sort of experience of gender, neither neutral nor androgynous, not agender nor void or nullgender, not directly "girl/woman" or "boy/man".

those who use this gender may fluctuate in how they express their gender, this may be influenced by ones neurodivergence, disorders or any mental illness one may have, therefore making it a neurogender but does not have to be.

this gender falls under many different labels with similar descriptions and experiences but at the same time still doesn't quite fit them, making it very hard to understand and define ones gender.

Etymology:

Mixte -> French, meaning Mixed/Joint pronunciation = "Mixed-aye/Mix-tay"

+ Gender

Mixte May be used as a prefix for genders related to or similar/coined under this gender as subjenders. You may use this as a gender system.

tagging for reach, feel free to ask to be removed! @the-yanderess, @kitti-coining, @zelle-exe, @gender-mailman, @lovelessmogai, @brutalmogai

[thatonepizzaman]

The cranky old moth librarian has been added lMFAO

[dramioneasks]

HP FESTS: Draco’s Den

Hunt For the Horcruxes 2018:

Late Night Ponderings by articcat621 - T, one-shot - Draco has a burning question for Hermione.

A Slytherin Walks Into A Pub 2019:

Pub Deals by Elena78 - T, one-shot -  Draco Malfoy Walks into a pub and meets Susan Bones

School's Out For Summer 2019:

Don't Dare a Gryffindor by NuclearNik - T, one-shot - It was all very ordinary. In the best way, of course; in a way none of them had been allowed to be for a very, very long time.

Draco's Drabbles 2020:

One night by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, one-shot - Hermione jinxes a respected work superior and finds a drunk Draco in a cell ( I'm not good at summaries)

[wet] part 1 by real_jane - M, one-shot - For once in her life, Hermione takes an idiotic risk, and Draco Malfoy goes after her.

I'm Relentless by real_jane - G, one-shot - If only she would just leave him alone--that's what he wanted, wasn't it?

A Happy Accident by articcat621 - T, one-shot - Draco does Blaise a favour, not realising it's going to bring him closer to the witch of his dreams.

Cat and Mouse by corvids_5 - T, one-shot - "Cats don't play fair," he growls. "I have been calling you.""Ah. Yes. Small hints, tip offs. I do appreciate them, truly..." He feels her hands sink lower towards the zipper of his trousers. "But you should know, a cat never comes when she is called..."

Cabin Fever by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Hermione and Draco are stuck at the Manor. 

Florean Fortescue's on a Tuesday by corvids_5 - G, one-shot - It is a dirty, common place to lurk but Draco does it anyways. Year after year, he waits in the alleyway for none other than Hermione Granger.

Falling, Fallen by xxDustNight88 - T, 2 chapters - Sometimes its our final moments that show who we truly are to the world.

Let the New Year Slither In 2020:

Fireworks kiss by damonsgirl23 - T, one-shot - Draco finds his soul mate in Hermione and on the night of new years eve when he kisses her. Sparks fly, as the fireworks go off and ignite between them.

Draco’s Birthday Bash Fest 2020:

Draco's Birthday Bash by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Hermione has a surprise planned for Draco's birthday.

The Unexpected birthday by Gcgraywriter - G, one-shot - To find her alone, scantily clan and on his birthday… He sent a silent prayer to whichever gods were listening for this incredible gift. He felt the nerves bounce around inside him like jumping beans as he tried to breathe through the agitation. He still hadn’t been able to face her since the battle last year; he just watched from afar and wondered what it would be like to bask in her attentions, even for just a little while.

School's Out For Summer 2020:

Summer Lovin' by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, one-shot - Draco and Hermione are at the Annual Malfoy pool party and everything is great until Draco's crush shows up from his year-long holiday. (Draco x Hermione x Theo)

Once Upon a Ger by nightfalltwen - T, one-shot - Draco finds himself and Hermione at a dragon reserve in Mongolia to serve out a three month practicum for their healer training.

Growing Intensity by ForeverEvan - G, one-shot - 25 years after Harry Potter announced that Voldemort was back, Hogwarts is hosting the Triwizard Tournament for the first time. Draco, the Head Librarian at Hogwarts, is surprised when McGonagall shows up to offer Hermione Granger as his library assistant. Clearly, something terrible happened to her. As he adjusts to her presence, he finds a curious attraction to his former school rival. It all comes to head the night before the last challenge, and it does not end happily ever after. Can Draco overcome his mistakes and let himself fall in love again?

Favourite Feeling by Charlie9646 - E, one-shot - ”But this was her favourite feeling and she wouldn’t trade either of them for the world.”Draco drags Hermione on holiday. They aren't exactly together, but his mystery boyfriend is quite shocking. (Draco x Hermione x Snape)

Half-Blood Prince Drabble Elimination Challenge 2021:

Pulling your Leg by NifflersNogtailsNargles - T, one-shot - Draco let his hand fall to his side, grasping hers tightly. He knew that the hours of work and research they'd already done would likely be enough to secure them a good grade, but he desperately wanted to pull this off.

Wolf's Mate by aleysiasnape - T, one-shot - Draco's wolf is positive that Hermione is his mate.

Draco's Drabbles 2021:

Back at one by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - T, one-shot - Hannah Abbot gets big unrequited feels for Draco. He does not return them at all and when things get scary he turns to the only witch for the job.

Resolving The Tension by articcat621 - E, one-shot - Someone locks them in the closet together... Obviously, the tension becomes too much.

School's Out For Summer 2021:

Last Chance by Herochick007 - G, one-shot - They graduate tomorrow, can Theo admit his feelings for Harry? Can Hermione and Draco stop pretending they don't like each other like that, and who is Ginny writing a love letter to?

Draco’s Birthday Bash Fest 2022:

Never too late by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - M, one-shot - Scorpius and Albus don't know what to get Draco for his birthday...

Draco's Den Bingo 2022:

I'll Take What I Can Get by Lostinthenightrain - T, one-shot - Hermione doesn't want to go to dinner, but for Harry she'll go. Even if she thinks about stabbing Malfoy with a fork over a glass of elven wine.

Morning After by nightfalltwen - M, one-shot - Waking up hung over is one thing. Waking up hung over with a ring on your finger is an entirely different thing.

Breath of Fresh Air by starrnobella - G, one-shot - After a particularly difficult conversation with his father, Draco is reminded of the most important people in his life.

My Sweet Valentine 2022:

Prove Yourself Wrong by Imtrouble - G, one-shot - It's Valentine's Day and the competition of who can gift the worst gift is in full swing but maybe this year their might be a twist.

Strawberry Lace by emotionalsupporthufflepuff - E, one-shot - As part of Draco’s new resolution not to fuck up his life anymore, he dare not pry into the inner working of Granger. Something of a minor crush had blossomed and he blamed it solely on proximity and lack of people who actually treated him with a shred of kindness. He kept whatever feelings that started to creep on him, well tamped down, buried six feet under the ground, and paved over with stone. So what if he noticed how many shades of brown were in her eyes, or how beguiling her mind was, or that he guessed she was smuggling the most perfect pair of tits under those frumpy cardigans? He was Draco Malfoy, Death Eater, and she was Hermione Granger, the war hero. There would be nothing there but public humiliation on his part. But now Oh but now -

Return to the Castle 2022:

A Gryffindor Party - crochetaway - E, one-shot - Theo and his friends attend a party hosted by the Gryffindors and discover that perhaps all the animosity over the years was really sexual tension all along.

Draco’s Den Bingo 2023:

Inevitable by xxDustNight88 - T, one-shot - Hermione finds it difficult to let go of the past despite knowing that the future is inevitable.

Spiked By A Canary Cream by KrysKrossZee - T, one-shot - When Draco has a bad reaction to a Weasley Wizard Wheezes product, he finds himself in the Hospital Wing while a certain Miss Granger sits at his bedside. A certain Miss Granger who isn't even his friend.

His Babygirl by articcat621 - M, one-shot - Draco and Hermione share a tender moment.

The Promise Of A Parent by KrysKrossZee - M, WIP - After the death of his mother, Draco finds out that the Blacks and the Malfoys both had high hopes and great expectations for him - and now at the tender age of twenty-three he has only two years to find someone to help him produce the next Black heir or he will be punished, severely, for his failure. [Draco/Hermione/Lucius]

A Spring Wedding by articcat621 - T, one-shot - The scent and sight of spring were the perfect backdrops for their special day.

This fest is ongoing.

[demigoddessqueens]

Main Masterlist III

Critical Role - multi party dancer!reader // multi party Father’s Day // little one afraid of storms // there was one bed 🛏 // modified memories // Song: Insider angst // saying I love you to them // sacrificing yourself for them // snowball fight

Vox Machina - Percy and you expecting // sick Percy // Percy and Vax wedding // Percy angst // sister of Everlight // writing, kiss prompts with Percy // prompt ask for Archibald // close call with Vex’ahlia // layers of clothes // supportive Vex’ahlia // Percy in the rain // baby first word // facing a meltdown // one year birthday // siren seduction // baby on the way // Orthax horror // Percy confessing to childhood friend // in the acid room // sibling helping with proposal // yandere Percy + Trevor // perchalia smut // Percy drabble // selkie reader // if baby VM cried // ticklish Baby VM // sacrifice for them // vex and shy reader // ADHD reader // vampire reader // scanlan soulmate // love song // vax’ildan angst // Vax saving you // telling them they’re the best // surviving with Archi and Percy // playing with Little One

The Mighty Nein - cowboy traveler // Caleb taking care of you // close call headcanons // caleb leaves you // Caleb and librarian reader // Caleb saving you // expecting with Caleb and Essek // Molly with reader and kiri // Marion and babenon with poison master // Fjord with familiar // Fjord as a father // Cadeuces with aroace reader

Crown Keepers/Bell’s Hells - birthday baby // secret crush on Orym // Dorian and Ashton expecting // reader saving Cyrus // Will and Orym proposal // hugging crush // unwanted visitor + MN // poly with Dorian + Dariax and Orym // bell’s hells baby antics

EXU Calamity/Rings of Brass - Loquatious headcanons //

Dune - Paul atreides HC’s

The Martian - mark watney smut

The Dragon Prince ✨ - Soren + maid!reader // Chitty chats

The Sea Beast - letters from the sea 🌊

Lord of the Rings/The Hobbit - boromir angst

Exophilia 👹 - shadow monster

Star 🌟 Wars ✨- ahsoka + Ezra + Rey headcanons //

Spider Man NWH - yours, mine

Arcane/League of Legends - jinx angst headcanons

Blood of Zeus - heron headcanons // bubbly personality with ⚡️//

Assassin’s Creed - Christmas with the crew 🎁

Castlevania - drunken mishaps with VM and Cass // kissing headcanons // at the fair // pregnancy headcanons

Alucard - hollow knight sequel // dragon reader part 3 // season 4 Alucard // playing with Alucard’s fangs // hollow knight p3 //

Trevor - fatherly Trevor // Trevor vs wolf //

Hector - dragon reader //

Isaac - love story //

Genshin Impact - drunk headcanons // on your period // fluff + smut fic // pregnant headcanons // yandere scaramouche

Nezha Reborn - love at first punch

[unfortunate-arrow]

𝐀𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞

A/N: For @hp-12monthsofmagic’s April prompt (“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good”). I saw the prompt and knew immediately that it belonged to the Gryffindorks. Thus, Tadhg’s partners in crime, Teddy and Gabriel, belong to @cursebreakerfarrier and @slytherindisaster.

The wind howled as the rain slashed across the windows, obscuring all visibility towards the outside. Thunder rumbled. Lightning flashed. Inside the warmth of the drafty castle, Hogwarts was surprisingly quiet. Most of its students were in class, aside from the handful of classes that were canceled due to the onslaught of the cold and violent April thunderstorm.

Inside the library, three dark-haired Gryffindors had their heads bent together, poring over a book on jinxes. Their herbology class had been canceled due to the storm, which had suddenly left the three fifth years with free time. They had immediately headed up towards the library, with the intent of studying for their OWLs which were rapidly approaching. But, that had all been left behind when they had discovered the book.

“This one could be quite useful,” Tadhg Lynch muttered, pointing to a jinx whose intention was to turn the recipient into a duck.

“Yeah, but it’s kinda boring, Tadhg. Why turn someone into a duck when you could just use flipendo?” Teddy Ellison replied, tipping his chair backwards.

“It is interesting that there’s a whole section on jinxes to turn people into animals, though. Like who would think to turn their opponent into a duck or a chicken or even a worm,” Gabriel Sapieha mused, looking up from the book.

“My brother would probably make a good worm,” Tadhg mumbled, causing the other two boys to burst out laughing, earning a glare from the librarian.

“Uh, lads…” Gabriel began, elbowing Teddy into the gut.

Tadhg, who was tipping his chair back and trying to get it to stay steady on just the back two legs, looked up to see their head of house and promptly lost the balance that he had gained. The chair, and Tadhg, clattered to the ground with a resounding echo. Gryffindor’s head cast a disapproving look towards the three boys.

“Ellison. Lynch. Sapieha. Just the three I was looking for. Come with me,” the professor said, standing as the three boys scrambled to clear the table and pack their bags.

The walk back to their head’s office was a long and tense one. Tadhg had an inkling that he knew why they had been dragged into the head’s office. Someone had discovered the swamp that they had been growing in a seldom used corridor. Or the professor had discovered who had filled the Slytherins’ bathrooms with frog spawn. Or that they were the ones to enchant all the portraits in the castle to have the most absurd facial hair that they could think of. Or that they had been the ones to make the stairs move… even though Tadhg still wasn’t sure how they had managed that one. Or… okay, so Tadhg didn’t know exactly why they were being dragged into their head’s office.

“Take a seat,” Gryffindor’s head said, gesturing to the three chairs as they entered the office.

The three boys glanced at one another, but one glance at the professor told them all that they needed to know.

“You’ll be happy to know that we have finally put an end to the profanity that was coming from the griffin to Headmaster Black’s office,” the professor began and Tadhg swallowed to stifle a laugh, willing himself not to glance at either Teddy or Gabriel. He had forgotten about that one.

“It was quite a task, removing that spell. And after narrowing down our considerable suspect list, we have determined that you three were responsible. Brava for creativity and not involving Mr. Lynch’s brother this time.”

“Ah, professor, how can you be so sure that it was us?” Teddy asked.

“Answer me this, Mr. Ellison, why are you three always nearby when something happens?”

“Sheer coincidence, professor,” Teddy replied in the most innocent-sounding tone he could muster. Except Tadhg caught Gabriel’s eye at that moment and the dam burst. The laugh slipped out and soon enough the three boys had dissolved into giggles. Their professor let out a long-suffering sigh.

“And without a doubt, you three are clearly responsible. You will serve detention for all Friday evenings until OWL examinations have finished.”

[madame-mongoose]

???????💕??💕????

(Also is there a backstory?)

Okay hi this is so so SO late. Her name is Zekira!! She's a pirate. Has been ever since she can remember, being adopted at a young age by a notorious pirate captain. Zeki is very much a loose canon, but can also be fairly calculating. I draw a lot of character inspiration for her from characters like Beetlejuice, Harley Quinn, and Jinx. One day, she has a run in with the famed pirate assassin, Cassia. No pirate has ever met her gaze and survived. Near did Zeki. By a stroke of luck, instead of being sent into whatever there was beyond life, she awoke in this strange ethereal library. Here she meets The Librarian. He explains to her that he broke the rules to bring her here, that he requires her help to escape his servitude, and that in return for this assistance she'll be granted immortality. Accepting almost immediately she is beamed back to earth so she may start her mission on finding the pieces of the key to unlock the door and set the Librarian free.

Of course. There is a catch :)