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elliesflwrgirl · 11 months

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cw, top!ellie, bottom!reader, jealous!ellie strap on usage (r receiving), dirty talk, public sex, bathroom sex, petnames (sweet girl, baby, etc)

summary: college!ellie and u go to dinner with some friends, one of which ellie is incredibly jealous of, so jealous bathroom sex! who cheered? i know i did.

if u enjoy this like and reblog please!! love u.

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you and ellie had been going out for about a year now, everyone in your friend group knew from the moment ellie had laid eyes on you that you were completely and utterly hers. and you were more than okay with that. ellie has always been jealous when it came to you, so everybody knew not to get too touchy with you. well, besides the new girl in the group, cassie.

according to ellie, cassie was always gawking at your ass, or staring at you for a second too long. you hadn’t noticed, and neither did any of your other friends. ellie made the conscious decision to never let you hang out with her without ellie being with you. you thought it was cute how protective she was over you, always defending you, always there to back you up.

when you told ellie you guys were invited to a dinner with your friends she politely declined, as she normally does, ellie’s not really into the whole socializing thing. but, when you mentioned cassie would be there, suddenly she was all about this dinner.

the second you guys walked into the restaurant ellie’s arm wrapped around your waist and she kept you close, you knew this was all out of jealousy, but it also was extremely hot to you. to watch her get so possessive.

you made your way to the table, ellie sitting directly beside you and cassie and dina sitting across from you guys. jesse was running late, as always. “we missed you guys,” you beam and ellie nods her head as her hand finds its way to your thigh. she loved when you wore this black dress, it rode up on your thighs when you sat and she thought it was making room for her hand.

“god we missed you, you’ve been like a little hermit crab all cooped up in your apartment.” cassie says and you laugh, but ellie does not. she gives a cocky smile and mutters, “we’ve been busy fucking.” which nobody heard besides you but it still made your cheeks feel hot. ellie grinned seeing you get all flustered, she rubbed her thumb back and forth over your thigh.

“well, how’ve you been?” you ask the table and dina fills you in on the latest about her and jesse’s on and off relationship, and cassie tells you she about her day to day, nerding out about classes and whatnot. and as she talked ellie’s hand slid further and further up your dress. “anyway, how’s life been for you?” as cassie asks you feel ellie’s finger slowly run up your clothed cunt.

“uh,” you struggle to think for a moment as ellie slowly tortures you with a slow up and down motion of her fingertip. “it’s been so good,” you give a short answer and ellie grins beside you. “why don’t you tell them about the art museum we went to last weekend baby?”

you stare at her with a pissed smile as she pulls your underwear to the side, “i’d love to hear about it.” cassie beams and you nod your head. “yeah, um we saw so many… uh,” you lose train of thought as ellie slowly circles her fingers over your clit. “so many what?” ellie teases and you gently push your hips against her fingers, “so many gorgeous paintings,”

dina looks between the two of you and furrows her brows, “you alright?” she asks you and you nod quickly, “i’m okay.” you answer quickly. ellie grins as she teases your entrance with her fingers. “she’s just kinda foggy today, she didn’t get much sleep. we were up late.” she tells them while somehow making it abundantly obvious exactly why you two were up so late.

you bite your lip to stop a soft whimper from coming out, “i’ve gotta go to the bathroom.” you say suddenly and ellie looks at you. almost a silent confirmation that you want her to meet you in there.

you slide out from the booth, quickly walking to the bathroom. you squeeze your thighs together as you lean up against the wall, waiting for ellie.

she comes in a couple moments later, and as soon as you see her you pull her close. you grab the waistband of her pants and pull her to you, smashing her lips against yours. her hands find your waist and grip at your hips, as she pushes you up against the wall. she kisses down your jaw, lightly nipping as she does. “i can’t stand the way she looks at you,” she whispers as she leaves dark hickeys all down your neck.

you whimper softly as you lean your head against the tile of the bathroom. anybody could walk in and see this dirty sight but you couldn’t care less. ellie’s hand pushes your dress up past your hips, thrusting her hips up against yours. making you feel the silicon beneath her jeans. she pulls your dress off your shoulders, laying sloppy kisses on the tops of your boobs and on your shoulders.

you quickly start undoing her jeans and she grins against your neck, “someone’s needy.” she teases and you eagerly tug down her jeans, revealing her strap. ellie pushes your underwear to the side as she gently circles her fingers over your clit. you wrap your legs around her waist and pull her close.

you grab her strap and align it with you as she thrusts into you. a moan leaves your lips and your hands bury themselves in her short hair. “you always take me so well, sweet girl.” she murmurs into your neck and you whine softly. “faster,” you beg and she thrusts into you faster and deeper. you claw at her shoulders and bury your head in her neck.

“fuck els—“ you whine softly and she grins, “i know baby, your doing so good for me, taking it like a good girl.” she praises and you moan into her neck.

she grips your thighs tight, nails digging into them, “wish cassie could see us right now, see how much of a complete and utterly useless slut you are for me, wish she could watch me fuck you dumb.” she mumbles and you toss your head back against the tile, “oh my god—“ you whimper as ellie hits that spongy spot deep inside of you.

“just like that, god, don’t stop.” you moan quietly and ellie watches as your eyes roll back, the way your body completely relaxes as she fucks into you. “nobody else can fuck you like this, nobody else can make you feel this good, isn’t that right?” ellie murmurs in your ear and you nod.

“say it.” she urges and you whine softly, “nobody else fucks me like this— god,” you whine as ellie hits that spot again, “only you can make me feel this good— fuck i’m so close” you moan loudly and a cocky grin spreads over her face, “that’s right, sweet girl.”

ellie watches as your body completely collapses against hers as you cum, profanities leave your lips along with ellie’s name.

ellie kisses your forehead and gently pulls out of you. “did so good for me baby.” she hums as she zips her pants back up. you tug your dress back down as your legs shake slightly. “how am i gonna cover these up, els?” you groan as you see the red marks down your neck. “don’t.” she grins.

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#ellie williams #tlou #tlou fanfiction #tlou2 #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfic

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hearts4chriss · 1 month

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Leather Jacket.

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒

Bad boy!Chris + Nerd!Black fem!

Part 03

prompt: where Chris catches his friends bullying you and has too make a big decision.

contains: ANGST! Bullying, crying, violence, use of pet names ( my girl, princess, baby ), major fluff at the end ( keepin that a secret )

it had been 4 days since that whole incident in class with us, resulting in me taking her home which leaded to me beginning to take her home after her physics club and my football practice.

accept one day, it took her a bit longer than normal.

See my practice ended at 5:30 and her club ended at 5:45. I didn’t know what was taking her so long, I figured they just got held up so I waited another 15 minutes.

That’s when I began to hear some rumbling as yelling behind the school as I was in the front.

I sigh dropping my bags down and begin to walk behind the school seeing something I-i didn’t want too.

There she was, in her uniform on the ground surrounded by 3 of my friends.

they had taken off her glasses and were holding them away from her and mocking her calling her “nerdy girl” , “freak” , “ugly nerd” and hurtful words causing my fists to clench and my heart pump.

they had took her bag and threw her papers everywhere and they just kept laughing at her and throwing insult after insult and it began to break my heart as I couldn’t watch her be in pain anymore

“Please-just-leave me alone-“ she shudders through her tears and my “friends” just laugh at her.

“or what? gonna go cry to your boyfriend?” Oh wait you won’t have one! You never will because guys don’t like pathetic things like you. They chuckled and kept laughing at her and I had enough of it.

“Guys what the fuck are you doing?!” I yelled and they all turned around and looked at me.

“Just picking on this nerd you should join”. One smirked at me and I tilted my head to the side and scoffed.

“No I’m not doing this- I’m not doing this anymore I’m done”. I stood my ground my fist clenching becoming more visibly noticeable and one of them give me a pity laugh as I’ve never been the one to turn them down

“What? She’s just a girl she’s nothing sp-“ I cut him off with a swing too the mouth causing him to fall and the ground as the other two immediately catch and go for me next

“What the fuck man your supposed to be our friend? Beating us up for some random ne-“ that resulting in two gut bunches two the other guys as they all fall down on the wall.

“Watch ur fucking mouth when ur talking about her”. I say through gritted teeth leaving them all a few angry punches causing blood to appear on my fists

I was pissed, how dare they talk about this innocent girl who doesn’t do anything and at that, she’s my girl, she’s my fucking princess.

“c-Chris”- I hear her little voice cry out weakly and my gaze immediately shifts to her.

her slump body lay in the corner and her glasses scattered off and scratches on the clear lenses, her books and papers scattered and she looked so in distress as tears and shakes consumed her body.

“baby..I’m right here I promise”. I say leaning down in a squat beginning to pick all her things up and put them in her pink backpack.

she looked up at with me with a shaken and scared expression and that’s when I realized she really was afraid and she was hurt.

“You mind if I carry you?” I asked her calmly and she shook her head and I scooped her into my arms carrying her bridal style.

She rested her head on my chest as I picked up my other bags I had left near the entrance of the school.

“It’s okay princess I got you”. I kiss the top of her head and she sighs tiredly as I placed her carefully in the front seat of my car.

I began to drive her back too her house and she just laid there in the seat looking so fragile, as if she’d been broken into a million pieces.

“Ur parents care if I come in?” I asked peering at her softly.

“N-no they’ll be okay with it-“ she stutters and I smile at how cute she was beginning to drive down her street.

I parked in her drive way grabbing her bag with her keys in it and carrying her once again.

I unlocked the door and was greeted with her parents who had a shocked look on my face

“Oh god what happened?!” Her mother says with a worried face.

“Some a- guys school were bullying her and I took care of it”. I said calmly watching my tone and language and her mother sighs.

“Thank you- her rooms just up this way”. She sighs again and I nodded thanking her carrying her upstairs.

“Did we just let Chris sturniolo be alone with our daughter?” Her dad whispers.

I suppose we all have our moments…

In her room

I lay her on the bed and rummage in her closet grabbing her one of my hoodies I’d left over from when we…you know. She really liked it so I let her keep it.

“Here honey”. I give her the hoodie and she sits up.

“Can you help me? Please?” She says softly giving me puppy eyes slightly squinted because she wasn’t wearing her glasses.

“Oh of course”. I say being quick with taking off her clothes my breath hitching seeing her in a matching white bra and panties but I shake my head and place my hoodie over her smaller body.

“wait- m-my glasses- where are they?” She said anxiously getting up searching her bag and scrambling

“Wait”- I was cut off by her pulling them out her bag, the scratches on the lenses seemingly broke her heart, she needed those glasses and she loved them.

“My glasses…” she sighs sadly and I come over to her pulling her into my arms.

“I’m sorry sweetheart, I promise I’ll fix all of this for you yeah?” I say facing her toward me and she smiles showing me her dimples and I instantly melt seeing her face like this.

Seeing how vulnerable she was with me, at her weakest point and she trusted me, the boy whose known for manipulating girls just like her, she was sitting right in his arms, my arms, peaceful and quiet.

She gained her trust for me, overtime even though I manipulated her into letting me fuck her, that wasn’t just a one time thing. I had grown too like her more overtime.

Seeing how she responded to my body, the way she would flush through her gorgeous brown skin, the way she’s stutter when I’d call her princess or baby or any of my nicknames for the matter. The way she’d sink into my arms whenever I wrapped them around her. The way she grew more comfortable with me had just made my heart pump with anticipation.

I needed to protect her, watch her, take care of her, make sure she was okay.

there was no sign or whatever to explain why my feelings are the way they are.

But there’s one thing I could say, something I never thought I’d say.

I think I’m falling for her

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sansaorgana · 7 months

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— NEW MEMORIES

PAIRING — Erik Lehnsherr x fem!Mutant!Reader

SUMMARY — You're excited to celebrate holidays for the first time in a long time and you prepare the school for Christmas and Hanukkah but your husband's attitude differs, which leads to an argument. You accidentally reveal too soon that you're expecting, which ruins a surprise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE — As usual, Reader’s mutation is NOT specified. I checked online Hanukkah's date for 1973 and I hope it showed me right that it started December 19th, which means it would overlap with Christmas. I also tried not to specify if Reader would celebrate only Hanukkah with Erik or Christmas, too, so I hope it's not very exclusive, because I imagine that even if she is not a Christian or Jewish, she would still want to celebrate Hanukkah because of her husband. In this fic, Erik and Reader are both teachers at Xavier's School, probably after Days of Future Past happened but with less shitty ending for Erik 😂 I also wanted to write a part when the baby is born but I decided the time difference between the scenes would be too big so I'll just write another fic 😁

WARNINGS — mentions of parents' death (Reader's backstory is similar to Jean Grey's)

WORD COUNT — 2,220

ENGLISH IS MY SECOND LANGUAGE.

NEW MEMORIES

December has never been your favourite time of the year. Most of the time it was a reminder that you weren’t normal, that your life wasn’t usual and that whatever all these people in Christmas commercials had was out of your reach.

But in 1973, for the first time in your life, you were actually excited. And since Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters was open again, you had plenty of people to share your excitement with. Lots of students volunteered to help you with decorating the place for the upcoming Christmas and Hanukkah celebrations. That year was one of those when the two of them overlapped.

After all your classes on Friday, you worked on yet another room of the house with the help of a few students. When you finished it was almost ten pm so you told them goodnight and went straight to your bedroom. Erik was already there, reading a history book and making notes.

“What is it about?” you asked him with a smile as you began to take off your clothes. You were so tired that you decided to take a shower in the morning and now just change into pajamas.

“Napoleonic wars,” your husband answered without looking up. “I have a feeling he might have been one of us.”

“Aren’t we, like, a product of this century?” you asked and put a nightgown on. “Come on, it’s late, let’s go to sleep,” you stood behind him and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“I’ve only just begun,” he explained. “I need these notes for Monday.”

When you managed to convince Erik to join you at school and teach history, he was unsure about it but he promised to give it a try. Just like you promised you would leave with him to live in peace somewhere else if he wouldn’t like the life at Charles’ school. But one semester later he was already very engaged in his work. Students respected him although you could see that they were also a bit scared of him, which was understandable.

“You’ve just begun?” you laughed a little.

“I was playing chess with Charles earlier,” Erik answered with a nod and hummed after underlining a line in the book.

“Is this why you’re so tense?” you asked as you slightly squeezed his stiff shoulders. “Did you lose?”

“I’m not tense,” he tried to shake you off.

“Talk to me, Erik. It’s not gonna work if you refuse to talk to me,” you reminded him sternly and he sighed before putting the pencil down and closing the book. “We need to be open about what is bothering us, you promised me we’d make it work this time,” you added.

“Yes, I know. But I don’t want to hurt your feelings,” Erik turned his head around to look at your face. You took a step back and furrowed your brows.

“What do you mean, Erik?” you asked.

He hesitated before saying anything and a million of possible scenarios started to come up to your mind.

“You don’t like it here?” You inquired. “You want us to move out?”

“No, it’s not about that… But…” Erik swallowed thickly and took a deep breath in. “I don’t like what you’re currently doing. I’m sorry. I don’t want to take your happiness out of it.”

“What am I currently doing?” you couldn’t understand what he was saying.

“Christmas and Hanukkah preparations,” he explained and you blinked a few times as your brain needed to process that information.

“Wait, what?!” you raised your voice a little. You didn’t want to scold him for expressing his feelings but you just couldn’t understand his reaction. “We’re going to celebrate for the first time in such a long time, and what’s more important, we’re not gonna be alone in this. We have our friends and students here. For the first time December is a positive time of the year to me… to us,” you tried to explain your point of view nervously. Erik was only looking at you and blinking slowly, patiently waiting for you to finish. “But I don’t do it for myself. I mostly am doing it for you, Erik. I wanted you to be happy, too. I wanted you to enjoy something that had been taken away from you a long time ago.”

“It reminds me of Hanukkahs with my parents,” he finally spoke up and you pursed your lips for a moment before opening your mouth again.

“So you don’t want to ever celebrate again?” you asked to be sure.

“No, I don’t think so,” he shook his head.

“Why can’t you let yourself be happy, why are you torturing yourself further? I don’t get it, I’m sorry,” you tried not to be irritated but you felt utterly disappointed. You sat on the edge of your bed and hid your face in your hands.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to be a killjoy.”

“Too late,” you murmured, fighting your tears back.

“I know that most of the students will be celebrating. I think I’ll just leave for a week somewhere. I have already discussed it with Charles and he said there are a few things I can do for him at that time,” Erik’s voice sounded casual like he was discussing business for you.

“You want to leave us during Christmas time?” you moved the hands off of your face and looked up at him angrily.

“(Y/N), please, I don’t want to fight about it…” Erik sighed. “Why can’t you just understand that I don’t want to…” he clenched his jaw and looked away. “I don’t want to create new memories like this because it would remove the ones I already have… with my mother.”

“And you think she wouldn’t want you to celebrate holidays with your new family? You don’t think she’d want you to be happy?” you stood up and looked down at him. You felt like a bitch but his explanation made you even angrier.

“I don’t know what she’d want because she’s dead!” He stood up and raised his voice.

“So, I won’t be able to celebrate ever?! Because you don’t want to create new memories?” you put your hands on your hips.

“I’m not forbidding you to celebrate.”

“I don’t want to celebrate without you, don’t you understand?!” you yelled and rolled your eyes. “And when our child is born, you won’t celebrate Hanukkah with them either?” you asked and then you closed your mouth quickly. Your anger made you reveal a few things too early.

“What child?” you could see Erik’s face becoming pale within a second. “(Y/N)?”

“It was supposed to be a Christmas surprise… But since you won’t even be here, I guess I can tell you now,” you shrugged your arms. “I’m pregnant,” you announced and turned around to avoid looking at his face. You were scared of his reaction.

You didn’t know how long it took him to finally do something. Was it a very long minute or was it ten minutes of a heavy silence between you two…?

“(Y/N), I’m sorry,” he finally whispered. Apologizing wasn’t his strong trait. You sensed him standing behind you and putting his hand on your shoulder shyly. You didn’t push him away but you didn’t lean back towards him as usual either. “For how long do you know?”

“Two weeks. It’s the second month,” you answered, your eyes focused on the wall in front of you as you tried to fight the tears back. “Are you even happy?” you dared to ask and your lower lip trembled because asking it out loud made your heart break.

You were trying to give him a normal life, to give him family and happiness, joy around Christmas time and all that. But he seemed to prefer to dwell on his past. You didn’t expect him to forget about his mother or about the pain, of course not. Your past wasn’t exactly pleasant either. But you wanted to be happy despite that, you wanted to have a family, you wanted a new start in life, another chance.

“Of course I am,” Erik answered and gently turned your body around so you would face him. However, you tried to avoid his eyes. “But I’m terrified,” he confessed.

“And you think I am not?” you looked up eventually as a few tears rolled down your cheeks. “I’m a monster, Erik. You think I’m not scared of hurting them by accident?” you asked.

When you were about twelve years old, you caused your parents’ death after having an argument with them. Your powers were out of control and you were locked in a mental institution for underage girls by people who didn’t understand that you weren’t crazy nor really dangerous. That was where you met the person who made you realize who you were and who was the only person there who wouldn’t treat you like a monster; although that was the word you could easily call him with. His name was Sebastian Shaw – but he introduced himself as Doctor John Smith. He was experimenting on you for a few years and although it had been a traumatic experience, you learnt how to control your mutation thanks to him. That was also how you met Erik – he found you not so long after you turned eighteen years old and left the institution. You started to work as a waitress and he was hunting for the man who had used your pain and suffering to perform experiments on you to deepen his knowledge about the various mutations. You decided to join Erik because your life didn’t seem to have any purpose anyway.

“You’re not a monster,” he sighed and pulled you closer to wrap his arms around you. With one of his hands he held the back of your head and caressed your hair. “You were just a child and now you’re older, you can control your powers. You’re extraordinary,” he whispered the words of comfort and kissed your forehead. “I’m not scared about you hurting our baby, I would never. I trust you with my life,” he assured you and it was comforting to hear that.

“Creating new memories doesn’t wipe out the old ones,” you cried out and pressed your face deeper into his chest. “Believe me, I wish it worked this way. I wish I could forget. I begged Charles to make me forget but he refused to do it to me,” you confessed and Erik raised your chin to make you look at him again. He hadn’t known about that before.

“You haven’t told me that,” his face was full of pain and worry.

“It was when you were in jail. I begged Charles to remove all the pain, the memory of my parents, the memory of Shaw… Even you. I begged him to even remove you from my head. But he told me I wouldn’t be myself any longer. He was right and I hate that. I hate that what I am is made of pain and suffering,” you sniffled. “That’s why I want to make good memories so badly, do you understand? I want to celebrate with you like we never have before. I want to laugh and feel safe. Like I belong somewhere, surrounded with friends and students, with my husband by my side and my baby growing inside of me. Do you understand my point of view now, Erik?” you bit on your trembling lip.

“Yes, my liebling, I do,” he nodded and leaned in to kiss your forehead and then the tip of your nose, which made you giggle through the tears, until eventually he pecked your lips.

“But I don’t want to force you either,” you sighed. Now, when all your emotions were finally out and you calmed yourself down, you decided there was no point in pushing him into something that would make him feel uncomfortable. “If you don’t want to celebrate, it’s alright. We both have our right to deal with whatever that has happened to us in our own ways. I’ll still have fun with all the rest, don’t worry about me,” you assured him.

“No, you were right. About me choosing to torture myself instead of allowing myself to enjoy my life,” Erik caressed your cheek and you cracked a smile. “And I can’t miss my child’s first Hanukkah either.”

“I want them to have a happy childhood,” you told him. “Like we never had.”

“I know. I do, too,” Erik placed his hand on your belly and caressed it gently, like it was made of glass. “I will protect them from everything, I promise. No human will hurt our baby.”

You smiled at him and cupped his face before leaning in to give him a proper kiss this time.

But you didn’t tell him that what you feared more than humans hurting your child was actually the child turning out to be perfectly normal. You were afraid that a man so prejudiced towards humans as your husband wouldn’t love his child fully if they weren’t a mutant. You couldn’t tell him that, though. You didn’t want to fight with him anymore that night. Instead, you just kissed him. After all, you’d still have a few years before you’d find out if the baby was a mutant or not.

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#erik lehnsherr x reader #lilysfiction #magneto x reader

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weemssapphic · 9 months

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Hi lovely! Got so excited when I saw your requests was open again, your writing is so addicting 😍

I’ve had this idea since I saw a post with a gif of Larissa holding a teaching pen and I can’t stop thinking about it.

What if Larissa was actually teaching anatomy one day at the school you being the assistant teacher for that specific class and at the same time you being secretly in a relationship with her. So as she teaches the class you become more and more turned on, while she talks about the body not being able to control yourself. Ending up having to take Larissa to her private rooms, saying “teach me anatomy” and Larissa be like “didn’t you pay any attention to me earlier” while getting you to “learn anatomy” on her body. Larissa receiving/reader giving, real smutty and hot! Kinks are more than welcome too, hope it makes sense! x if you won’t, it’s totally okay ❤️

Hello ❤️ thank you so much for the compliment and for the request - I'm so sorry that it took me so long to write this (I wasn't very happy with my first draft and I'm super against posting something I hate). But I hope you enjoy it 🫶🏼

Teach Me

Larissa Weems x f!reader

Words: ~3.3k

Content/warnings: nsfw (smut) - choking, authority kink, praise kink, hair pulling, cunnilingus, vaginal fingering, strap-on use

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“Good morning, class! I’ll be taking over this week’s lessons until Ms. Hanson is back from her sick leave. Today we’ll be going over last week’s exam, and then if we have time we’ll start chapter 8. Any questions?” Met with a brief silence, Larissa continued. “Excellent. Let’s start, shall we?”

Larissa nodded over at you, a small sign for you as the assistant teacher to make your way down the rows of desks and hand the students back their graded tests. Some of them groaned, some squealed in delight - once you’d finished your task, you made your way back to the front of the room, making eye contact with Larissa as you did so. You found her watching you with a faint smirk and a quirked eyebrow.

God, she was so hot when she did that. The smirk painted on those luscious red lips started a small flame in your abdomen - the blue eyes that bore into your own held just a smidge of teasing amusement as you visibly shivered. Larissa knew just what she was doing to you, she always did - her eyes briefly flicked down your body, drinking in your form, and you felt yourself flush.

The two of you had been in a relationship for several months now, choosing to keep it a secret from your students and most of your coworkers for the sake of professionalism. It was normally an easy secret to keep as, apart from staff meetings, your professional interactions were limited to none - especially in front of the students. Today, however, Larissa was taking over the class you normally assisted for, which was equally delightful and a little nerve-wracking.

Larissa was a force to be reckoned with. You’d seen her address the entire school plenty of times as principal, but there was something about seeing her take control of a classroom that was unbelievably arousing. She spoke with such passion, making sure to involve the students and encourage them - somehow, she managed to create a collaborative environment where even the shyest of students felt comfortable enough to speak up.

You couldn’t help but think that, if you’d had a teacher like her when you were younger, maybe you’d have learned a thing or two in anatomy class - perhaps even enjoyed the subject.

Or maybe not, you reasoned, as your eyes fell to Larissa’s backside, perfectly displayed in her form-fitting dress, when she leaned over her desk to rifle through a stack of papers. Maybe you wouldn’t have been able to focus on a single damned word.

And as anticipated, as the lesson progressed, you found it harder and harder to concentrate. You tried, you really did - keeping your eyes mostly on the students or on your notes, rather than on Larissa, trying to soak up every word that was being said in case your assistance was needed. This proved more difficult than you thought it would, as even Larissa’s voice, authoritative yet soft, served to get you worked up. But you were almost successful - until Larissa found that she had just enough time left in the lesson to start chapter 8 and reached into the drawer of her desk to pull out a pointer.

You watched, mesmerized, as she extended it and walked up to the blackboard. If anyone were to ask you what was drawn up there, you wouldn’t have been able to say, even though you’d prepared the lesson yourself due to Ms. Hanson’s absence - your mind went blank as your eyes were glued to Larissa’s hands. Long, red-tipped fingers gripped the pointer firmly, flexing around the little stick. Her other hand waved around animatedly as she spoke.

You squeezed your thighs together, growing more uncomfortable by the second as the dampness between your legs grew. You’d always loved how she spoke with her hands - right now, you couldn’t help but ponder what else she could be doing with them. How those long fingers could reach deep inside of you, curling against your-

The shrill sound of the bell ripped you from your trance, signaling the end of the lesson. Students began to rise, gathering at the door to shuffle out of the classroom and to the cafeteria for lunch. You swallowed hard, your eyes finding Larissa at her desk as she packed away her laptop and some papers.

You were on your feet the second the last student had closed the door behind themselves, taking long strides towards Larissa’s desk. She raised her head and smiled at you.

“Darling, I-”

Your lips met hers in a desperate, sloppy kiss, a needy moan clawing its way out of your throat. Larissa let out a chuckle as you deepened the kiss, her hands coming up to cup your cheeks as she pulled back.

“What was that for?” she asked playfully, humor dancing in her eyes. “Not that I’m complaining…” Her lips curled up into a smirk.

“That was for how hot you look teaching.” Your breaths came out in ragged puffs as you captured her lips once again. This time, Larissa let out a soft moan, fisting the front of your shirt and pulling you closer.

“We have a few hours until the next class… Everyone else is at lunch,” you mumbled against her lips.

“And what would you like to do with all that free time?” Larissa’s voice was low and raspy - it only served to turn you on further.

“You could teach me anatomy?”

“Were you not paying attention earlier?” Larissa teased.

“Nope,” you murmured. “I think I need a private tutor.”

“And you’re certain I’m not too distracting?” she purred.

“Rissa…” It came out whinier than you intended, but that didn’t appear to matter much: Larissa grinned against your lips, pressing one final kiss to them before allowing you to drag her through empty corridors all the way to her private quarters.

Larissa had you pinned against the door the second it closed behind you. Her hips pushed into yours as she clicked the lock, and then her hands were on either side of your head, trapping you against the oak as her lips found your neck. She sucked at your pulse point, her teeth grazing over the sensitive skin and leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“Tell me, darling,” she purred, her voice dropping an octave, her warm breath washing over your ear. “What do you remember from today’s lesson?”

Your breathing stuttered in your chest - if it had been hard to think before, well, now it was simply impossible. All you could focus on was how Larissa loomed over you, her body pressed against yours, her lips on your ear. The heat at the apex of your thighs was becoming unbearable.

“I-I don’t know… just- your hands,” you stuttered out sheepishly - that really was all you remembered, Larissa’s fingers flexing as she spoke, how they-

“Funny,” she whispered into your ear, nibbling at your earlobe. You felt your knees begin to give out - if Larissa hadn’t been pressing you to the door, you might’ve collapsed on the spot. “I don’t remember that being a topic in today’s lesson. Perhaps it’s better we start with the basics then, hmm?”

Before you could come up with a suitable reply, you felt Larissa’s hand close around your throat, her fingers applying gentle but firm pressure, flexing against your sensitive skin. You met her gaze to see blown pupils gazing hungrily down at you, painted lips pulled into a seductive smirk.

“Think you can be a good girl for me?” Larissa’s eyes were hooded as she looked down at you, applying just a little more pressure to the sides of your neck. You nodded fervently, not trusting yourself to speak, and Larissa grinned.

She let go of your throat, ignoring your whimper of disappointment, and turned to stroll nonchalantly towards the bedroom. “Give me 2 minutes, then you can come,” she called airily as she disappeared into the hallway.

They felt like the longest two minutes of your life. When they were over, you headed after her, your spine tingling with excitement. You walked into the room to find her sitting on the edge of the bed in her bra and panties, legs parted - her heels had been kicked off, her dress discarded.

“Larissa…”

“Now, is that how you think you should address a teacher?” Larissa raised an eyebrow, lips turned into a disapproving frown.

“Uh… Principal Weems?” Your face felt hot with embarrassment, but then Larissa grinned and let out a pleased hum and you found yourself growing hot for an entirely different reason.

She spread her legs and your eyes fell to the damp spot at the center of her panties. You felt your mouth go dry and you took a few steps forward, until you were standing between her legs. She made no move to touch you - she simply watched you with an amused grin plastered on her face.

“Why don’t you show me what you know, darling? My body is at your disposal…”

You didn’t need to be told twice - you lunged forward, planting a sloppy kiss to Larissa’s lips as your hands began to trail down her body, finding the clasp of her bra and quickly undoing it. You slid the straps down her arms and dropped the garment onto the floor, focusing your attention on her now exposed chest. Your lips trailed down her skin until they found one of her breasts, and you began to litter the soft mound of flesh in little kisses and bites.

“Take my nipple into your mouth and suck,” Larissa instructed, her voice slightly breathy but still firm and commanding. You did as you were told, sucking on the small, rosy bud and feeling it harden under your tongue. “You may bite - gently.” You grazed your teeth over her nipple before biting down, feeling Larissa arch into you and hearing her sharp intake of breath.

“Good girl, now the other one.” The heat between your legs grew as Larissa commanded you, and you mirrored your actions on her other breast.

You left a trail of kisses down Larissa’s stomach - the soft swell of which was so tantalizing that, with a cautious glance up at the blonde, you sunk your teeth into her flesh, biting down gently. A strangled gasp escaped Larissa’s throat and she looked down at you in amusement.

“Getting a bit bolder now, are we?” she teased, clearly enjoying the way your cheeks went pink. “I’m not stopping you, darling.” With her permission, you spent a few more minutes loving on her stomach and hips, biting and sucking, then soothing the little marks you left with a gentle lick of your tongue.

Soon, Larissa began to squirm beneath you, giving your head a gentle push. You settled between her plush thighs then, taking a moment to give them the same reverent treatment as Larissa let out quiet sounds of pleasure.

You pressed a soft kiss to Larissa’s cunt through her underwear, before pulling the garment down her legs to reveal her dripping sex.

The scent of Larissa’s arousal hung heavy in the air, she was already so wet for you - you licked your way up her slit, taking a second to worship her folds before finally circling your tongue around her swollen clit.

“Fuck, Riss, you taste amazing,” you groaned. You felt Larissa’s hand on the back of your head, then a sharp tug at your hair. Larissa looked down at you with a raised eyebrow.

“I-I’m sorry, Principal Weems,” you breathed out.

“Good girl,” Larissa purred. The hand holding your hair loosened its grip and you resumed your ministrations against her clit, flicking your tongue over it in little kitten licks.

Larissa arched her back off the bed and rolled her hips against your face. Ironically, considering the lesson, you knew her body well by now - you knew she wanted you inside of her. Happy to comply, you began to tease her entrance with your fingertip, earning yourself a breathy whine from the blonde.

“Enough teasing,” she murmured, and you slipped one digit into her hole, slowly pumping it in and out, before adding a second. Her walls stretched around your fingers and she let out a soft hum.

“Such a good student,” she teased, her voice breathy. “Quick learner.” You could almost hear the smirk in her voice, and it only served to turn you on further - you were certain your underwear was ruined.

Your fingers found a steady rhythm inside of her, curling into the soft, spongy spot that had her writhing beneath you. Using your other hand to hold Larissa’s thigh and steady yourself, you wrapped your lips around her clit and sucked, letting out a wanton groan as you felt her begin to tremble.

Larissa came undone beneath you, letting out a drawn-out moan as her hips bucked erratically against your face. You continued to fuck her through her orgasm, until she stilled beneath you and allowed herself to sink into the mattress.

You crawled up Larissa’s body, settling on top of her and pressing a bruising kiss to her lips which she immediately deepend with a low groan as she licked her arousal off your tongue.

“Principal Weems?” you mumbled against her lips. She hummed in response. “You said I could do anything, right?”

Larissa grabbed a fistful of your hair and gave it a sharp yank, the pain sending a shiver all the way down to your toes. Her painted lips were pulled into a devilish smirk and her eyes sparkled with curiosity.

“And what exactly are you proposing, darling?”

You bit your lower lip, blushing as you reached for the drawer of Larissa’s beside table - her smirk widened and she rested her head back against the pillow, watching you intently.

You pulled out the harness and dildo that rested in the drawer, your blush deepening as Larissa hummed her approval. She never took your eyes off you as you tugged the harness over your hips, tightening the straps and securing the fake cock in place.

Larissa squirmed impatiently on the bed, already spreading her legs for you. You could see how wet she was and your own clit ached at the sight. Larissa reached out for your hips and you caught her wrists, pushing forward and pinning her arms over her head.

Larissa’s pupils widened at the action, a gasp escaping her lips, her hips squirming.

You reached back into the drawer with the hand that wasn’t holding Larissa’s arms in place and pulled out a burgundy silk tie, dangling it in front of her face. She grinned up at you, giving you her best, innocent doe eyes.

“Go ahead, darling, I’m waiting,” she teased. You tied Larissa’s wrists to the headboard, making sure it was tight enough to hold her but loose enough so it wouldn’t hurt.

“That okay?”

After giving her wrists an experimental tug, Larissa nodded in confirmation. You pressed a searing kiss to her lips, before trailing kisses down her body, caressing her bare hips with your hands. You stopped at her inner thighs, taking a few moments to worship them with kitten licks and litter them in little bruises until you felt Larissa squirm desperately beneath you. The low whine that she let out was so delicious that you groaned into her pussy, and she bucked her hips up impatiently.

You placed a hand on either one of her thighs, spreading her legs open for you. She bent them at the knee and titled her hips up eagerly.

“So pretty,” you groaned as you zeroed in on her dripping cunt, taking the fake cock in your hand and teasing her hole before sliding easily inside of her. Larissa’s lips parted to let out a gasp and she squeezed her eyes shut as she got used to the sensation of being stretched out.

When she opened her eyes again, she gave you a nod and gently bucked her hips. You began to thrust the cock in and out of her, finding a slow and steady pace at which to fuck her.

Leaning over her, you continued your rhythmic thrusting as you wrapped your mouth around her nipple, flicking your tongue over it as your other hand began to fondle the soft swell of her breast.

Each flick of your tongue and thrust of your hips drew an even filthier moan from Larissa’s lips as she rolled her hips against you. Looking up at her through your lashes as you sucked on her breast, you could see her wiggling her arms against the restraints. She gazed hungrily down at you, eyes heavy-lidded, lips parted sensually.

“Kiss me,” Larissa demanded, and though you didn’t think she was in a position to be making demands, you couldn’t resist - you wanted to kiss her so bad, so you did. Your mouth left her nipple in favor of pressing a bruising kiss to her mouth, which she immediately deepened with a breathy sigh.

Your tongues danced around each other, Larissa’s breathing hot and heavy. You swallowed her soft moans and low grunts as you reached deeper and deeper inside of her, tilting your hips in the way you knew would bring her the most pleasure.

Her thighs began to tremble against your hips and she arched her back off the bed, her front pressing insistently into you - her skin was warm and slick with sweat.

One orgasm turned into two, turned into three, until Larissa wrapped her legs around your hips to pull you flush against her.

“I-I c-can’t…” she murmured breathlessly. “P-please…”

“Shh, it’s okay.” You caressed her cheek lovingly before pushing yourself up and carefully sliding the dildo out of her. Before removing the harness and tossing it to the ground, you undid the tie around Larissa’s wrists, placing a gentle kiss to each wrist before allowing her to drop her hands to her sides.

You crawled up the bed next to Larissa and snuggled against her, your own breathing almost as labored as hers.

“Was that okay, love?” you asked, pressing a kiss to her flushed cheek. You could feel her nod against you, a small smile playing upon her lips.

“Mmmh, thank you, darling,” she murmured.

You reached over her to check your phone - you still had an hour before your next class.

“Close your eyes and rest,” you whispered. “I’ll be right back.” Larissa hummed in response and you went to fetch a warm, damp washcloth and a glass of water, which Larissa drank as you cleaned up traces of her arousal from between her legs. Then you snuggled up next to her and allowed yourself to fall into a light sleep, her arm slung loosely around your waist.

The sound of your phone’s alarm 40 minutes later had you groaning and burrowing your head deeper into the crook of Larissa’s neck.

“Do we have to teach today? Can’t we just cancel the classes and stay here?” You gave Larissa your best puppy-dog eyes and biggest pout, but you knew as soon as she chuckled and kissed your forehead that your pleading wouldn’t work.

“After how much work you put in to prepare everything?” Larissa teased, and you rolled your eyes and huffed. “Tell you what.” Her voice dropped an octave and she moved her mouth to your ear - you had to clench your thighs together in response. “If you’re a good girl this afternoon, then I’ll show you what I know tonight.” You had to bite your lip to keep from moaning as Larissa’s breath washed over the shell of your ear, raising goosebumps on your neck. With that motivation, you allowed yourself to be ushered out of bed and dressed yourself for your afternoon classes - only now, the ache between your thighs was even worse than it had been that morning. How you were going to survive the rest of your classes and be a good girl, you had no idea.

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sxgarworld · 11 months

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Painter’s Hand

Order Contains: In which Choso Kamo is one of your peers in your college art course. He comes over to study you painting, but it seems his infatuated with more than just your technique.

With a side of: Biting, whimpering, soft!dom needy Choso bc im a slut for whimpering men

Calorie Count: 1.8k words

As you were packing up your supplies, and taking your dried canvas and placing it in its separate bag, you hear thick soles of someone’s shoes walk up behind you. You turn, a little shocked, to see one of your classmates standing there eagerly.

It was your classmate, Choso. You knew him because during critique, he had nothing bad to say about your art. He didn’t say much though, he always looked tired and in his own world. It didn’t help that he always had big, clunky headphones on.

“Choso! Can I help you with something?” you said, scolding yourself silently for sounding so formal. You realized you were nervous, why did he make you nervous?

“Y/N, this might be a weird question but,” he paused, fiddling with his hair that was pulled into a ponytail, “I was wondering if, you know, one day you’d let me see you paint? Just us two? I love your art and I’d love to see your technique,” he asks. His compliments made you go red. Ever since you could remember, you could never take a compliment like a normal person. Quickly, you got giddy and smiled at him.

“Of course! Here, give me your phone number and I’ll text you my dorm number and when I’m free,” you smile, taking out your phone and allowing him to put in his contact. He gently takes the phone, and you can’t help but notice how his slender, long fingers are slightly spotted with blue and white paints. He hands your phone back to you.

“Well, I’ve got another class across campus in thirty minutes. But I’ll see you later?” He asks, hopeful. You nod. He walks out with his painting (which still looked wet) and his bag. His Doc Martens clunk against the ground as he leaves.

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It’s around 8pm, you’re sitting in your dorm room, swiping through textbook pages, careful to not get a paper-cut. You texted Choso a while back, and he said he was coming, but never specified when. After a while you got distracted, forgetting about having a guest, until you heard a knock at your door.

It made you drop your highlighter in shock. You quickly got up to look in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. No crumbs on your shirt or clumpy mascara. After checking, you went to go see who was at the door. Staring through your peephole, you saw Choso, this time with his hair tied up into two buns on the sides of his head. How cute!

“Chosoooo,” you smiled, opening the door, “come in! I was about to finish that painting from class today.” He nodded, eyes taking in your dorm. You were artsy, and your dorm reflected that strongly. The interior design was so fun to look at.

“Did you decorate yourself?” he asked, running a hand along a velvet blanket thrown neatly on your couch. It was so soft, everything inside the dorm felt so comfortable. Like a home more than just a dorm.

“Oh! Yeah I did, took a little inspiration from people online, though.” You saw as he walked around, like he was lost in admiration. His normally tired eyes were still tired, but less dead. Like a fish!

“It’s beautiful,” he admired, looking directly at you. Again, your face went red from the praise. It was his voice, too, so deep and raspy, throwing around compliments like this. You couldn’t help but react this way.

“Thank you! Do you wanna.. um, come see me paint now? Or like we could do anything to be honest, I don’t mind,” you stammered. Of course he didn’t want to do anything else, why would he? He just came to see you paint, because he liked your technique.

“Oh painting, yeah we could. I’d love to see you in action,” he said, starting to get close to you. An electric shock was sent down your spine. His words were almost hypnotic. You made your way into your bedroom, pulling out your canvas and placing it on your easel, your pallet already full of paint from earlier. It was a little dried out, but it didn’t matter. It was good enough.

You dipped your brush in the red, and lightly swiped it across your canvas. For you, you watered down your paints a bit. It took away the vibrance but it added a very soft, subtle look. The way you blending was a bit odd too, blending with a brush then a bit more with your fingers.

As you painted, you could feel Choso’s breath down your neck. He was standing right behind you, so close. His hands rested on your easel, meaning you were trapped between him and the easel. It almost made you shake a little bit, which he thought was just another part of your technique.

“You’re real good at this, yknow?” he whispered, his words hitting your ear breathily. It made your entire body heat up. His deep voice right into your ear, praising you as you worked. It made you melt against him, back pressed to his chest.

“Don’t shake too much, sugar, I’d hate it if you ruined this pretty painting,” he said, grabbing your shaking hand as you dipped your brush back into your paint. What’d he just call you? Sugar? It was difficult to keep your composure now, with him sweet talking you.

“I’m not gonna ruin it,” you said quietly, almost to yourself. He let out a soft chuckle, his hands now resting on your waist. God you hoped he couldn’t feel how hot and nervous you were. You were glad he definitely couldn’t feel how wet you were.

“I bet you won’t sweetheart,” he said, taking his hand and grabbing your jaw. He softly forced you to look up at him. “You’re just so good at this, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t hold yourself together, it was starting to be too much. Did he come here to watch you work, or did he have ulterior motives? You could tell, his dead eyes were almost cloudy as he looked at you. Clouded with what? Lust? He didn’t break eye contact with you.

You turned, so your chest was facing his chest, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. For a second you hesitated, wondering if you should question him or not. But something inside of you pressed yourself against him, pulling him closer and softly pressing your lips against his.

“God, I’ve wanted you for months. You’re so reserved, I needed a good reason to finally see you, to have you like this.” His eyes glossed over you, your hot body and your red face. He kissed you again, this time on your neck. You gripped onto his t-shirt, a bit rougher than you expected. He kept planting kisses on your neck and your collar bone, making you shake.

“Please, Choso,” you whined. He didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted. He lifted you up, his arms were so strong, and tossed you onto your bed. He pressed you down into the mattress, crawling on top of you and kissing you more.

“Please what baby?” he teased, knowing exactly what you wanted. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he kissed you over and over again, the kisses starting to become sloppier and wetter. He didn’t even bother to let you finish begging, he couldn’t help himself around you. Slowly he slipped off your jeans, and with it, your panties. For a minute he just sat and kissed you, letting you grind against his strong thighs.

But it was too much for him, he couldn’t just sit and tease you like this for long. He whined, tugging at shirt.

“Nu uh, that’s not fair,” you frowned “All your clothes are still on.” He looked at you with wide eyes, then taking all of his clothes off, kicking his pants off the side of your bed. You couldn’t help but look at him. Underneath his baggy clothes, you thought he’d be skinny and scrawny. He was… glorious. His body was chiseled and defined, which was odd for a fine arts major. You immediately sat on his lap, pulling off your shirt and bra.

He bit at your neck, sucking and leaving the tiniest purple marks up and down the side. He bit down a bit harder than before, leaving a full red circle with indents for each of his teeth in your neck. The sudden pain made you whimper, your nails digging into his back.

“Please, let me—“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was too hot and bothered. His cock pressed against your folds, his angry pink tip leaking precum all over his own thighs. “I need it, I need you s’bad.”

You let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. He took that as a resounding yes. He couldn’t help but push his tip into you, no teasing from his fingers to loosen you up. He let out the most gutural, pathetic moan you’ve ever heard. As he thrust in sloppily, he let out whines and whimpers, as if it were too much for him to handle.

“It- agh-! You’re so tight, baby,” he whimpered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He suddenly grabbed your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock. You slammed yourself down on it, feeling his tip brush against the entrance to your womb. The feeling made you throw your head back and moan. He let out more pathetic sounds of struggle and pleasure. You could feel him wetting your neck up with… tears?

“It’s too fuckin’ good!” he cried out, fucking you hard. Suddenly he threw you back onto the bed, your head hitting your pillow. He pinned your hands to the headboard. His eyebrows furrowed as he plowed into you desperately, his pace speeding up.

“Choso- haah—“ you panted out, tongue barely escaping your mouth, as his pace suddenly became sloppy. He gripped your hips tighter, pressing bruises into your skin.

“Fuck I’m gonna— I’m— I’m gonna cum!” he said, barely even finishing his sentence before you felt his seed splattering inside your walls, your own juices coating his dick as you finished. He spasmed, leaning his head into the crook of your neck as he let a few last spurts shoot out of his cock. “So- so good baby. You feel so good.” He whimpered out, gulping as he did.

You ran a hand through his hair, almost pulling out another whine from him at the affection caress.

“You’re so pretty baby, such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his hands loosening its grip on your hips, and instead letting his arms wrap around you softly. “Such a pretty girl, yeah? You’re beautiful,” he muttered, kissing along your forehead.

My pretty girl.

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thetriumphantpanda · 10 months

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Ghost of You | J. Miller (Chapter Six)

Series Summary / Grief is a strange thing. In the beginning it had been all-consuming. There wasn’t a moment of the day where you didn’t cry, didn’t ask yourself why it couldn’t have been you instead. And no-one ever explains the guilt you feel when it isn’t anymore. When it’s just a dull ache and you can finally breathe again, when you can start letting people get close to you again. People like Joel Miller.

Pairing / Joel Miller x Widow F!Reader

Word Count / 3.3k

Warnings / Not much to warn you of here apart from some pining, discussions of therapy sessions, a graveyard but that's about it.

Authors Note / We're moving slowly but surely where these two need to be. I hope the slow burn isn't putting too many of you off but I promise within the next few chapters we're going to get to the meat of the story. If you enjoyed this then please consider reblogging, commenting or popping into my ask box with your thoughts and feelings! I love you all and thank you for continuing to support me.

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You were back in Belinda’s office. There was something about sitting there today that brought you back to the very first time you’d sat down with her. Afraid to unpack everything, sitting on the verge of tears, sobbing at the first mention of Mark’s name. It didn’t feel much different this time, tissue clasped in your hand as usual, but you didn’t think it would be Mark’s name that made you cry, you were sure it would be Joel’s.

“You seem a little distracted today.” Belinda points out, pulling your attention from staring out the window, “Anything particular on your mind you’d like to talk about?”

You let out a sign and your shoulders slump, “I think I’m confused.”

“About what?” Belinda asks.

Another sigh, another slump of your shoulders so you’re practically leaning over your knees to avoid looking at her, “Something happened,” You mumble, “With Tommy’s brother.”

“Joel?”

You nod, “He’s a friend, he’s really helped me these past few weeks, this weekend I had them all over, Tommy, Maria, Joel and Ellie and it was such a lovely day, the first time I’d felt genuinely happy in a long time.”

“Then something happened?” She presses.

You lean back, looking at her this time, she’d always told you that in order to have difficult conversations you had to face them head on, “Everyone left apart from Joel, we’d been drinking quite a lot and I asked him about his experience with grief, which was fine, but as he was leaving we kissed,” God you felt like a teenager again, explaining to your best friend how your crush had kissed you before class, “And now I’m confused Belinda, and I don’t know what to do.”

She nods in understanding, “Did you want him to kiss you?” She asks.

“I don’t know?” You shrug, “I guess I did; I think I’ve been ignoring the fact for a while that I like that he’s looked after me and that he’s one of the most beautiful people I’ve ever seen, it’s not that I didn’t want it, it’s that when I closed my eyes, all I could see and think about was Mark.”

“You know, this is entirely normal and understandable,” She’s trying to make you feel better, even if she is the professional, “When we lose someone, especially someone we know romantically, it’s hard not to compare the two people to each other, but that doesn’t mean it’s not something you shouldn’t pursue if you want it,” She notes something down on her notepad, “You do want this, with Joel?”

“I don’t know,” You groan, throwing your face into your hands, “When we were talking outside before all of this, I told Joel that I almost wished Mark had told me to move on before he died, gave me permission to be happy.”

“But you don’t need his permission,” She states blankly, “I’m going to speak very honestly with you now, I hope that’s okay?” You nod, giving her permission to go on, “Mark is gone, I know that’s painful, but we don’t know what, if anything, exists after this life, and if you continue to think of what Mark would want you to do for anything then you’re never going to be happy.”

It was inevitable but this is the moment you start crying. Up until now you think you’d convinced yourself that it might all be a bad dream, that you’ll wake up one morning and he’ll still be there, he’ll make the coffee and you’ll sit together, and everything will be fine. But Belinda is right. He is gone. Has been gone for over a year and he’s not coming back. You dab at your eyes with the tissue.

“I think Joel makes you happy, am I right?” You nod, “Well then, don’t fight it,” She sighs herself, putting down her pen, “I’m not saying run off and get married, or sleep in the same bed, but if he makes you happy then let him do that, I think you might surprise yourself with what happens.”

“But what about what everyone else thinks?”

“Do you want me to answer that as your therapist or your friend?”

“Both?” You shrug.

“As your therapist, we already talked about this, unless it’s Tommy or Maria or anyone else you’re close to, it doesn’t matter what everyone else thinks,” She pauses and a smirk falls across her lips, “As your friend? Fuck them.”

You laugh through your tears, blowing your nose into the tissue before balling it into your fist, “Listen, I’m not telling you to rush things, just speak to him, be honest about what’s happening in your head, and if he’s half the man you’ve made him out to be then he’ll understand, and he’ll wait for you.”

You stand up to leave, “You know, he already told me he would.”

She’s got her hand on the small of your back to lead you out to the front door, “Well, there you go,” You open the front door to leave when Belinda adds, “Go get your man.”

It’s late afternoon and you’re sat on the back porch soaking up the last of the sun. Finished coffee mug on the table, you’re absentmindedly running your fingers along the table.

“Oh thank God!”

You think your heart stops of a second as you let out a scream and turn to the back door, it’s Maria.

“Fucking hell Maria, a little warning would be nice!” You exclaim, clutching your chest to try and regulate your pulse back to someone who isn’t about to die of a heart attack.

“Sorry, but I was knocking on the door for ages, I didn’t know where you’d gone!”

Maria takes a seat next to you and your heart fills with guilt at the fact that you’d worried her, “I’m sorry, guess I was just in my own little world out here,” You speak, “Shouldn’t you be at the council meeting?”

“Finished early,” She shrugs, “Thought I’d pop by and see you.”

“Coffee?” You ask, pointing to your empty mug.

“I’m okay, I think I had three to get me through that meeting, anymore and I’ll be climbing the walls.”

There’s a moment of quiet between the two of you before Maria speaks again, “So, what’s on your mind then?”

You run a hand over your face, “My therapy session with Belinda has thrown up more questions than answers and I don’t really know where to start.”

“Well, two heads are better than one.” Maria coaxed.

You groan, “You cannot say anything to anyone, not even Tommy, okay?”

“Cross my heart.” She smiles, doing the motion of a cross over her chest.

You take a deep breath, “I kissed Joel.”

“Sorry, say that again?”

“I kissed Joel.” You say again, louder this time.

“I thought that’s what you said but I just needed to be sure,” She’s got the same smirk on her face that she had in the market a few weeks ago when Joel had first appeared, “And what’s the problem?”

“Maria, you know damn well what the problem is!” You snapped.

“There could be lots of problems, honey,” She soothes, “Did he kiss you without permission? That’s a problem. Was he a bad kisser? That’s also a problem. I’m going to need to know the exact problem you have in order to help you.”

“For crying out loud,” You grumble in frustration, “Neither of those are the problem, the problem is that I wanted it. I wanted it so bad Maria, and then as soon as I closed my eyes it was Mark, I was thinking about Mark.”

“Honey, of course you did, Joel is the first person you’ve looked at since he died, of course you’re going to be thinking about him, but that doesn’t mean it’s the end of the world.”

“But he deserves so much more than a woman who only sees her dead husband when she kisses him.”

Maria reaches out and gives your forearm a hard squeeze, “So do you honey, and the only way that’s going to happen is to keep trying,” Her voice is low and its sweet and you’re so overwhelmed that you start crying again, “He’s a good man, let him learn to love you darling girl.”

You lean your head back against the chair and look up into the clear sky above you, rubbing at your eyes to try and dispel the tears from falling anymore. You were tired. Sick and tired of this always being the go-to when things got hard or complicated.

“Maybe you should go and talk to him?” Maria suggests softly.

“Joel?” You asked, leaning your head to look at her.

“Well, yes, eventually, but I meant Mark,” She nods her head to the sweet peas on the wall, “Why don’t you take him some flowers and talk to him about everything?”

You had to admit that you couldn’t remember the last time you’d spent time at his grave. Up until now it had been more painful to imagine him, buried under the earth, rotting away, than it was to go and see him. Maybe this is what you needed though. He was always the person you’d go to with your problems, and although this was a different problem altogether, maybe he could still help. Maybe, in your wishful thinking, he could send you some sort of sigh from beyond the grave. The permission you needed to truly let yourself be happy again.

You nod, “Maybe I will.”

Maria smiles and stands, “I should really be getting back home, there’s mountains of documents for me to pour over, but you know where we are if you need us.”

Joel was vaguely aware that Tommy was talking to him. He could hear the usual southern drone of his accent, but he couldn’t hear a word he was actually saying.

“Are you even listening?!” Tommy pauses, breaking Joel away from his thoughts.

“Course I am.”

“Fuckin’ liar Joel, you’ve had your head up in the clouds since we started out this mornin’.”

“Yeah well, I just gotta lot to think about right now.”

“Enlighten me then, what do you have going through your mind right now that means you’re away in cloud cuckoo land?”

“You know you can be really irritating sometimes?”

Tommy grins at him as they continue their patrol together. It’s the easy route this afternoon which Joel is glad for, his knees are really starting to feel their age now and he doesn’t think that regular patrols on the hills would be a good idea anymore, “I’m your little brother, I’m supposed to be irritating.”

“You gotta swear to me you won’t breathe a word of this to anyone else, you understand?”

Tommy is looking at him expectedly, slowing his walking pace down so he can look at his brother. Joel almost wishes he would walk ahead of him, so he doesn’t have to look at his face when he admits what he’s done, but talking with Tommy about this stuff has never been easy.

“I kissed her.” Joel states simply, not wanting to beat around the bush.

Tommy stops dead in his tracks; Joel decides to keep walking. He can’t deal with the shit-eating grin he knows will be plastered on his brother’s face. He can already hear the ‘you told me it wasn’t a date’ comment.

“The longer you stand still, the later we’ll be for dinner,” Joel calls over his shoulder, “I’m not going to be happy with another meager plate of leftovers.”

He can hear Tommy’s boots hitting the ground behind him and then he’s being clapped on the back, “I didn’t think you had game anymore, big brother.”

“Would you knock it off?!” Joel exclaims, “It’s nothing to do with game, it was a stupid mistake.”

“Cut the shit Joel,” Tommy scoffed, “Everyone saw how you were lookin’ at her over that fire the other night, whatever it was, it wasn’t a mistake.”

“Yeah, well you weren’t there, alright?” Joel is regretting bringing this up altogether now, “Maybe I don’t mean that it was a mistake, lord knows I’ve wanted to for a while now, but fuck, the way she looked at me after, it broke my heart, Tommy.”

“So, she regretted it, not the first time a girl’s come to her senses with you.”

That earns him a swift slap to the arm, “All she said was that she couldn’t, not right now anyway.”

“Well then, I don’t know what the issue is?” Tommy shrugs.

Joel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose, it’s reminiscent of all the time’s Tommy had called Joel from jail to bail him out all those years ago, “The issue is Tommy, that I can’t be around her then, there’s something inside of me that just wants to do whatever I can to make all her pain go away, and the only way I want to do that is to kiss her, but I don’t just want to slot in where her husband left, that ain’t right.”

Tommy is quiet for a while as they continue walking, he, like Joel, is surveying the land, but like always, it seems quiet. No signs of infected, no signs of raiding parties. They reach the end of the patrol hike and Tommy sits against a tree, taking out his hip flask to take a sip before he hands it to Joel, who gladly takes a drink before handing it back.

“You know, you’re nothing like him.” Tommy says quietly.

“Like who?”

“Fuckin’ hell, your memory can’t be that bad,” Tommy takes another drink, “You’re nothing like Mark.”

Joel doesn’t want to pry, because then it might seem like he’s fishing for compliments in some weird way, but it’s alright because Tommy has never really been able to keep his opinions to himself.

“Don’t get me wrong, he was a good man, but physically? Completely different.” He passes Joel the flask again, “He was blonde, couldn’t grow a beard if his life depended on it, and let’s not forget younger than you, he was so small and slight, and completely hopeless with anything around the house.”

Joel’s ears prick, “But she told me when I fixed her step that he always handled that kinda stuff?”

“That’s because I did all the fixin’ and let him pass it off as his own,” Tommy shrugs, “Don’t ask me why, I guess I can see why she’s gotten under your skin, she’s the sweetest girl I’ve ever met, one of the only girls I would protect with my life, outside Maria and Ellie now.”

“Does that mean that back porch was all your work?”

“Course it was Joel,” Tommy chuckles, “He was a lovely man, nice as pie, could never do anything wrong to anyone, we all loved him, loved them together, but brother I can guarantee that there’s no way you’re just going to slot into his place, because you’re nothing alike.”

“I don’t think that’s really what I’m worried about, I just don’t want anyone to think that I think the only way to help her is to take her to bed.”

“You’ve been her friend first Joel,” Tommy reassures as he stands up to make the walk back to Jackson, “This is how things happen these days, you meet someone nice, do nice things for them and if things are meant to be, they’ll be.”

“When the hell did you get so wise?” Joel chuckles.

“Just focus on the fact that all she said was not right now,” Joel nods in agreement at Tommy’s words, “And maybe, stop acting like you’re fifteen again and just open your mouth and talk to her, you’ll never know what she really means, or feels, if you don’t.”

The sky has decided to match your mood suddenly. Gone are the bright blue skies and the sun, replaced with grey clouds that you think threaten to burst open and soak you any moment. It would be a mercy if they did, it would give you an excuse to leave and go home. It’s like the weather knows that you want to turn and run - it’s why it’s holding off on the rain.

You’re stood in front of Mark’s gravestone and it kind of feels like you’re having a strange out of body experience. You shake your head and remember the fistful of sweet peas in your hand, cut especially for him. When you look down at them, all you can really hear is that fucking southern drawl that Joel has saying that nickname. You curse him, because even now he’s front and center in your mind.

You set the flowers down on the earth in front of the gravestone before settling yourself down on the ground with your knees pulled up to your chest. Where do you even start?

“I’m sorry,” Seems a good a place as any, “I’m sorry I’ve not visited recently.”

It’s like you’re expecting a voice to respond back, a lump appears in your throat when you realise he’s not going to answer you, “It’s been really hard recently,” You continue speaking, eyes on the gravestone, “I’m trying to get back into life here, I mean, I’m sure if you’re out there somewhere you’ll know, I’ve started going back to work, and I can finally leave the house without Maria.”

A lone tears drips down your cheek, which you brush away, “I’ve even made new friends, there’s this new guy here called Joel and his daughter, Ellie, well, he treats her like a daughter, but he lost his first daughter on outbreak day,” You’re rambling, even to his gravestone, you’re rambling, “Anyway, that’s not important.”

You’re quiet for a moment because you really don’t know what to say, “I wish I didn’t miss you so much, Mark,” You sniff, “It would make this so much easier, but I think Joel might become more than my friend, I don’t even know how it’s happened Mark and I’m so sorry, I don’t feel like I’ve mourned you for long enough, but he’s a good man, he’s kind and God you’re so different from each other, but I think he might be good for me.”

There’s such a relief in admitting this to yourself more than anything, that Joel might be good for you. You’ve always been different around him, whether you wanted to accept it all not. He could effortlessly pull smiles from you, make you laugh, make you cry when he was kind to you, he’d pushed you in ways you really needed.

“I think I know you’d want me to be happy Mark,” You sniffle through tears, “But God, if you’re there, give me a sign, just give me something, I’m begging you,” You rub at your face, “Please?”

You don’t really understand what it was you were looking for. Before all this, your friends had told you that their loved ones came back as something to signal they were still around. You remember Jessica from your high school math class mentioning her grandfather came back to visit them as a bumblebee because he liked gardening. Your parents hadn’t reappeared as anything, you hadn’t noticed an abundance of anything that might signify that they were looking out for you, and this was no different. There was nothing, no birds singing in a tree that you could convince yourself was Mark.

You drop your head into your knees and resign yourself to the feeling of emptiness when there’s a warmth on your back. You lift your head and turn around. The sun is breaking through the clouds behind you and when you look around, the sun is beaming directly onto you and Mark’s gravestone. A sob leaves your lungs and the biggest feeling of relief washes over you. Maybe it was the biggest coincidence you’ve ever known, but by God you’re going to take it. The sign you’d begged for. The sign that you knew you didn’t really need. The sign that Mark would want you to be happy, and if it’s Joel that did that, then so be it.

You rise to your knees and put a hand on the top of the gravestone, lightly pressing your lips to it, “Thank you.” Is all you whisper before you’re gone.

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BnHA Volume 35 - A Brief Reaction Journey

hello! so as mentioned in my last post, I’ve started catching up with the BnHA manga again FINALLY after almost two years, and have made it through a fair number of chapters so far! and since I’m not sure how long it will take me to actually post the corresponding liveblogs, I figured I’d make a couple of posts in the meantime to sort of preview my reaction journey thus far with some good old-fashioned OUT-OF-CONTEXT BULLET POINTS taken from my ramblings. originally I was going to make a single post for all 25 chapters I’ve read so far (up to 367), but I quickly realized that was waaaaay too ambitious lol. so for now it’s just this one, and I’ll put up the vol. 36 post probably tomorrow afternoon.

spoiler warning: just fyi, this post will obviously feature spoilers for chapters 342-350*, BUT it will also include some stray spoilers from chapters 362 and 403 as well, so just a heads up for that if you aren’t fully caught up!

*chapters 340 and 341 are not included because I've already posted full reaction posts for each one here and here, respectively.

Chapter 342

Endeavor being taller than Jeanist just feels so WRONG to me regardless of whether or not it is factually accurate. does this mean All Might is also taller than Jeanist?? I don’t want to live in a world where Best Jeanist has secretly been a perfectly normal sized person this entire time. someone please lie to me and tell me that he is tall

many thanks to Kacchan for inserting this small bit of levity into this scene which was otherwise well on its way to sending me into a SPIRAL OF FEELINGS, and in fact still is whenever I look at that panel of Deku with Eri and Kouta, and also that GODDAMN HUG WHERE HE AND INKO ARE BOTH CLEARLY AND PAINFULLY AWARE THAT THEY MIGHT NEVER SEE EACH OTHER AGAIN, AND IN THAT MOMENT THEY’RE JUST TRYING TO HOLD THE OTHER AS TIGHTLY AS PHYSICALLY POSSIBLE, AND SHE’S PRAYING TO WHATEVER DEITY IS OUT THERE THAT HE’LL COME BACK SAFE AND WHOLE, AND HE’S PRAYING THAT HIS MOM WILL BE ALL RIGHT EVEN IF HE DOESN’T COME BACK, AND NOT ALLOWING HIMSELF TO THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE ALREADY MISSES HER, BECAUSE HE CAN’T THINK LIKE THAT ANY MORE, BECAUSE THIS BOY IS FULLY GROWN NOW BECAUSE HE HAD TO BE, BECAUSE HE HAD NO CHOICE, AND I’M BOTH SO PROUD AND SO FUCKING SAD ABOUT IT AND I JUST NEED A MINUTE HERE ACTUALLY, OKAY!! OR FIVE MINUTES!!

LMAO WHAT AN AUSPICIOUS AND NOT-AT-ALL OMINOUSLY FOREBODING NAME. “hmmm what should we name our new class 1-A fortress?” “hmm well I was thinking maybe Troy, after the legendary city with the famously impenetrable walls, which to the best of my knowledge were never breached, or at least that’s what I assume since I never finished reading The Iliad! :) :) :) ...wait, why are you all looking at me like that. they didn’t actually breach them, right? guys? what happened to Troy? GUYS?”

I’m actually so proud of Deku because he’s come such a long way from the days when the mere CONCEPT of even TALKING to a girl was enough to floor him lol. but also I’m legit cracking up at he way he tried to segue into random small talk in the middle of the goddamn apocalypse. gotta be smooth about it!! casual!! you can tell how casual they are because both of them are suddenly struck by the inexplicable urge to fuss with their hair!!

Horikoshi really said “FUCK YOUR SQUADS!! ...but if we had a Todosquad this is who would be in it I guess”

my god. between this and the OchaDeku conversation the villains truly do not stand a chance do they? and they don’t even know how screwed they are yet. REDEMPTION IS COMING!! IT’S KNOCKING ON THE DOOR, TRICK OR TREAT, Y’ALL READY FOR THIS

Chapter 343

so we’re opening with everyone’s favorite Guy With An Old Wad Of Chewing Gum For A Face, AFO!

did this son of a bitch kill Nao’s dad and steal his sexy lie-detector quirk??

sob AFO is all “can I have your son’s cell phone number please” and they’re all “SURE”

bonsoir little Yuuga

do. ...do you not actually know. was this meeting not prearranged. “why are you here Aoyama?” “why are you here, Deku?” truly, why are any of us here??

I’m sitting here trying to play the “guess which parts of this dialogue are real vs fake” game and coming up completely stumped on every single sentence

so Yuuga’s all “can you believe that even though the city of Musutafu is basically down to just U.A., a Dollar Tree, a couple of crumbling park benches, and one very determined Starbucks, we somehow still have functioning courts and lawyers?” I actually can’t believe that at all tbh. you’re telling me “it’s the fucking apocalypse” is still not a good enough excuse to get out of jury duty

damn, Aoyama out here with the trash talk and the ON YOUR LEFT?!

MONOMA??!?!?!?!

Chapter 344

“Eraser’s” plan, indeed. you dare say that right to Kaminari’s face

SHINSOU!!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?

HEYA YOURSELF YOU HANDSOME KNAVE!! LOOK AT YOU!! fucking loving the costume my dude! pretty please tell us your hero name to go along with it. is it MindCraft. I think your hero name should be MindCraft. don’t look at me like that Shinsou we need more punny hero names in the world

“yes well you see, I couldn’t do it, so I learned how to do it.” great story Shinsou

the way he’s rubbing the back of his neck there. are we gonna get some real Monoma character development at long last. feels like it’s long overdue and I am thrilled. he’s such a great character and I feel like we’ve only barely scratched the surface of who he actually is as a person and as a hero

THE UNEXPECTED VLAD KING MENTORSHIP WITH THE ARM AROUND THE SHOULDERS?? he really needed that support. outwardly he’s always made a big show of wanting his turn in the spotlight and begrudging class A for stealing the scene at every turn. but how much of that is really just an act. some of it? most of it? maybe even close to all of it? because right now he suddenly seems so small and young here and really wishing he wasn’t in this unenviable position of being one of the many World’s Last Hopes who are all way too fucking young

did Mirko’s giant robot hand just grow into an EVEN GIANTER giant robot hand??

long beautiful flowing mermaid hair. sorry what was I saying I kind of spaced out there for a sec

YES, AFO, ALL OF THIS TO SPLIT YOU UP YOU STUPID MUSH HEAD. MAYBE IF YOU EVER ACTUALLY FINISHED A MANGA IN YOUR GODDAMN LIFE YOU’D KNOW HOW A FINAL BATTLE IS SUPPOSED TO BE CONSTRUCTED. YOU MOLDY AVOCADO

Chapter 345

“no you don’t understand, we have so many sixteen-year-olds whose coattails we’re all hanging onto. we have sixteen-year-olds who can take over people’s minds. sixteen-year-olds who can create portals to warp you halfway around the world in an instant. and let’s not forget the sixteen-year-olds who can act their damn asses off. we have the best sixteen-year-olds in the world. our sixteen-year-olds are so much better than yours you fucking losers”

Deku I swear. if I’m about to discover that the reason you weren’t there to stop Kacchan from being literally, actually, canonically murdered is because your distracted ass got yoinked into the void by some no-name villain chucklefuck, I’m gonna...

don’t listen to him Aoyama you were magnificent. you were my favorite in all of the stage plays

BUT IS PHASE TWO SUPPOSED TO INVOLVE DEKU IN ANY WAY THOUGH??? HELLO??? IS ANYONE LISTENING TO ME??? I’M FROM THE FUTURE AND THIS IS URGENT, PLEASE

“I fucked up Ochako, I fucked up so bad” omfg Deku

she doesn’t want to hurt you Deku she just wants to shower you in love. in her own special way. by stabbing you a lot

anyway have fun on this... tropical island??? I guess?? Kacchan will just have to hold down the fort in the meantime. which I’m sure will go absolutely fine

Chapter 346

“th-th-this is really bad, right?” yes Tamaki, yes it is. you’re stuck here on the Super Mega Ultra Radical Gnarly Cracked-Out Wonder Stage with Shigaraki Fucking Tomura and at least two of you are about to die and I’M NOT OKAY

so now we’re also getting this hilarious insight into the inner workings of the Mega Ultra Tremendous Stupendous Incredible Sky Coffin and it is truly, truly phenomenal

Horikoshi stop taking my sarcastic jibes and owning them completely challenge!! all the best sixteen-year-olds. all the finest greatest Hyper Ultra Sparkle Glimmer Wonder Battle Stages

this is genuinely one of the boldest lampshading efforts I have ever seen in fiction you guys

“yes, we acknowledge that this does indeed seem impossible to have pulled off, BUT have you considered that, fucking quirks though???? AND THAT THEY ARE, AS THE KIDS SAY, WILD??”

Chapter 347

lmao they’re shouting at Monoma accusingly and he’s all “I’M HAVEN’T BLINKED AT ALL YOU GUYS I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO TELL YOU”

don’t mind him, he’s just out here growing out his hideously malformed hands and fingers endlessly from every part of his body, normally, as one does. nothing quirk-related about it. anyone could do this if they simply exercise and maintain a balanced diet. this 100% is not a quirk y’all it’s just essential oils

SUDDEN MONOMA FEELS DELIVERED TO MY DOORSTEP???

awwww. the way he’s almost panicked, frantically wondering if he somehow fucked the quirk up and desperate for Aizawa to believe him that he’s trying his best. and Aizawa quick to reassure him. this kid is so desperate for approval. and unapologetically careening his way onto my top ten character list, welcome dear boy

so that’s that. see you in two years Deku. his last words spoken out loud to Kacchan were, and I quote, “wha --”

Aizawa is so hopelessly impossibly hot at all times and I don’t know how the universe can handle his existence. he’s even doing it without activating his quirk now. no ponytails or anything. just an eyepatch and a dream

don’t mind me, I’m just out here doing literal algebra to figure out how long it would take Deku to get back here if he traveled at the same speed as All Might did in chapter 90 (30 seconds per 5km, apparently). about 20 minutes, give or take. well shit. hopefully he’s a little faster than Kamino-era All Might was, especially since he can fly and has that Fa Jin shit too. or maybe Rody can fly him lmao. or S&S’s hot fighter pilot boyfriend

“what’d Sensei say, Deku?” “he said no, looks like I gotta uber. can I borrow your credit card, I promise I will venmo you back”

unfortunately for Deku he does not realize he’s accidentally gotten himself caught up in what will undoubtedly end up being the most erotic and bisexual of the various final battles

can’t believe Deku has like 6 love interests and out of all of them, Toga is the first one who actually asks him out. good for you girl. gotta shoot your shot

Chapter 348

FELLAS IS IT GAY TO BREAK OUT INTO TERRIFIED BEN DAY DOTS BECAUSE A GIRL EXPRESSED HER CARNAL INTEREST IN YOU????

anyway so since Deku apparently doesn’t understand how romance works either, he’s trying his best to give an actual response by recontextualizing all of this in terms of the one big thing he does understand: All Might

you’re telling me you never wanted to stab All Might to death and then turn into him?? wow I just can’t believe it

but also... okay lol. so I was thinking about this sarcastically, but was then struck by the very unironic thought that there sorta kinda is someone whom Deku does, both consciously and subconsciously, try to be like, and who he also kinda does apparently share the same heart and mind as. at least if chapter 403 is anything to go by lol. soooooooo. huh

god damn it Toga. absolutely none of what you’ve said or done here has been even the SLIGHTEST BIT reasonable. you can’t just tell someone you want to stab them and be their girlfriend. and if and when they try to let you down easy by responding with the MOST THOUGHTFUL AND GENTLE REJECTION ANYONE COULD EVER POSSIBLY MAKE UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, because they’re actually the WORLD’S NICEST MAN, you can’t just respond by doing whatever it is you’re presumably about to do, which I’m guessing is gonna be really violent and unhinged

so Ochako is all “ever since we fought last time I’ve been thinking about you a lot!” and Toga is all “are you serious, YOU broke up with ME bitch” and now she’s standing behind her with a knife

“she’s the least predictable of our opponents” YEAH NO KIDDING LOL

“everyone knows that Toga is actually Ochako’s villain, like ffs Deku you haven’t even interacted with her since the Provisional Exam arc.” Deku they’re 100% right and you’re looking more and more the fool with each passing second

well all right lol. twenty minutes to get back to Musutafu. let’s just hope he doesn’t run into any traffic on the way

Chapter 349

what the fuck is OFA Dos’s quirk exactly and are we ever gonna get to it before I literally die of old age. at this point there’s gotta be a reason why he’s not using it, right?? so what’s the deal there? does he still somehow not know how? is it too dangerous? and I really need to know why II has the Bakugou gauntlets. tell me this isn’t one of the things we’re still waiting on answers for two years down the line because I swear to god I will cry

anyway so Deku’s saying he’s doing his best but he’s still “too slow”. WELL THEN MAYBE IT’S THAT TIME?? DEKU?? WHAT DO YOU SAY

NO FUCKING WAY LOL, CAN IT REALLY BE THAT EASY??!

OH WHAT THE FUCK, FUCK YOU NOT!CCHAN LOL YOU’RE JUST HERE TO COCKBLOCK HIM?

fuck. so has he used it since then?? is he gonna use it finally now that Kacchan’s alive and well again?? oh my god I need to shut up and stop asking questions and just keep reading. fuck

wow so Dabi’s literally just burning the All Might statue while he stalls for time trying to figure out how to beat his OP little brother who was literally engineered to be better than him sob. out of all the villains he’s probably the most screwed right now isn’t he

starting to get an inkling Dabi’s not happy that he doesn’t actually get to fight Endeavor. getting some subtle hints here and there that he might actually be upset about that

apparently wanting to fight Dabi and stop him from helping to destroy the world makes Shouto a pawn. wake up Shouto. stop being such a sheep, Shouto. can’t you see that saving the world is exactly what Endeavor wants you to do???!

this is just going to be seventeen chapters of Dabi talking about nonsense while they both stand around progressively getting hotter both literally and metaphorically isn’t it

Chapter 350

OH SNAP. [SLAMS HAND ON TABLE] HERE WE GO. IT’S FINALLY THAT TIME

well, well, well. to the surprise of absolutely no one. the real one who was responsible for everything this whole time

but I just have to pause real quick before we continue. because it absolutely cannot be a coincidence that AFO just happened to be there once again. just waiting in the shadows to magically swoop in the minute disaster strikes. and so, just like with baby Tenko, this immediately makes me suspect that Touya burning himself alive was not in fact a training accident at all. which is something I did not expect, and which, just. fuck, fuck, FUCK AFO. fuck this guy.

looks like the children's ward of a hospital?? wait, what??

how the fuck is he still so adorable. when exactly did the transition take place between adorable and sexily unhinged. right now Todoroki Touya still looks to be the absolute most adorable child on the planet

I miscalculated. I was not emotionally prepared to handle this chapter right now. I should not have clicked

really love to see that Touya didn’t just cave right away. wouldn’t have felt right, ngl. just doesn’t fit in with what we know about his character

oh shit wait we’re cutting back to Dabi talking to Shouto and he says he did come back home??

fucking why. goddammit what the hell. why is this the saddest fucking thing I’ve ever read. LOVE HIM!! SOMEONE!! ANYONE!! just love him, please. literally all he has ever wanted!!

JESUS. I HATE THIS. I am so upset right now. out of all of the horrific and traumatic and terrible, awful things that have happened to BnHA characters in their flashbacks, the thing that hits me the most out of all of them is this one image of a sixteen-year-old boy standing before an altar, with his family very much alive and standing RIGHT FUCKING THERE IN THE NEXT ROOM, and yet somehow feeling more alone than he’s ever been. so alone he literally gives up all hope in this one moment. my god I feel all of it and it’s so fucking devastating I keep having to stop typing so I don’t completely break down sobbing

well damn. after a rush of 15 and 13-page chapters, which were all admittedly appreciated by me in my race to catch up to Light Fades to Rain before this coming Friday, Horikoshi finishes up the volume with one hell of a 17 page finale. once again the Tododrama delivers. this was fucking phenomenal

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha vol. 35 #way too many characters to tag so I am not gonna bother!#bnha spoilers #mha spoilers #bnha manga spoilers #makeste reads bnha #lotta 'calm before the storm' chapters in this one #also I was kinda disappointed by the cover of this volume ngl #but at least monoma and shinsou got their little moment on the back #vol. 36 post should be up tomorrow #vol. 37 post to follow once I finish the rest of those chapters #and then I'll start posting the actual recaps again probably in a couple of weeks or so #once I finish catching up

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hi!! i hope you’re having a wonderful day!! i had an Ominis Request if that’s okay?! Like the Ominis loves the reader and has since they met. she always on his side for everything? like she doesn’t want to help Sebastian and Ominis realizes that when he hears Seb practically forcing her to help with his mission and he sticks up for her?

She’s a pureblood and doesn’t believe in the “PureBlood Supremacy” like him and his aunt?

and since Wizards live longer than normal people, maybe they take in their Great-Nephew Tom Riddle Jr so he doesn’t turn into Voldemort and teach him right?

Sorry this is so much! It was just an idea i’ve had for a long long time and couldn’t write it myself!

𝙾𝚗 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚂𝚒𝚍𝚎 | 𝙾𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜 𝙶𝚊𝚞𝚗𝚝

[ominis gaunt x fem!reader]

sypnosis: where a friendship slowly crumbles and a new relationship begins.

a/n: buckle up because this is a long one. cutting this up into two parts because this is massive, i tell you, and i didn't proof read so pls stay focus lmao. anyway, thank you so much the request! i'll make a part two as soon as possible, but i hope you enjoyed how i wrote this.

ominis' first encounter with you was by far the strangest he'd ever had. it was his first year in hogwarts and he had no luck making any friends as his childhood never taught him how. it never bothered ominis that he sat alone at the great hall table or the fact that he navigated through the halls with no one at his side. ominis gaunt was content and was fully prepared to go through his years at hogwarts that way.

that was until he met you, a month into his first year...

ominis was reading a book in a courtyard, comfortably sat on a bench. classes had ended a few minutes ago and he figured he'd pass time in the courtyard with his finger trailing across the braille filled pages. beside him laid his satchel filled of books and left over snacks from the day.

"oh, where did that blasted niffler go? i just knew sebastian's decision to keep it as a pet would end in disaster, but no, that idiot just had to-

ominis' eyes glanced up from his book and toward the feminine voice, which sounded a feet away and was clearly displeased at something. however, ominis paid no mind, bringing his eyes back to the book. no use poking his nose into business that wasn't his. that was until he felt something bucking against his thigh. his brows furrowed in confusion before one hand left his book to feel the leather fabric of his satchel beside him. what in salazar's name?, ominis thought as his fingers suddenly brushed against a tuft of smooth fur.

wait, fur?

ominis' fingers dug gently into the fur until he pulled out whatever it was that was hidden in his satchel. the mysterious thing in his hand began to purr and click and ominis tilted his head in confusion. an animal? ominis thought as his other hand placed the book aside, but then an abrupt gasp sounded from behind him.

"there you are, you little theif!" the same voice exclaimed and the pattering of footsteps rang in ominis' ear. with a sudden force, the unknown animal was taken from his hand and he could hear the struggling sounds of low growls in front of him.

"mmph, hold still, will you?!" the voice seethed and ominis could do nothing but stare at whatever scene was going on. "aha, i knew you took my locket! why, i ought to-" ominis ears picked up on the sound of coins clinking to the ground and other trinkets that sounded like jewelry.

"is that my ring?!" the voice huffed incredulously before receiving a growl from the animal. "and you're upset?! i have been looking for this ring for a week now! oh, my necklace as well?"

ominis heard about enough, albeit he was annoyed that his peaceful reading had come to a halt. "excuse me, do you mind?" he said with a bit of irritation his tone and he heard the girl gasp in surprise one again.

"oh, i didn't realize you were there!" the unknown girl sighed in distress. "did you steal from him too? c'mon now, cough it up, niffler!"

ominis nodded to himself as the sound of panicked purrs came from the animal, coming to a realization on what he had pulled out of his satchel. ominis grabbed his book and shoved it into his bag, before moving to get up. suddenly, a hand shot out and grasped his robes.

"w-wait, is this pouch of money yours?"

the voice asked as he heard a jingling of coins and he remembered that he had placed his pouch in his satchel that morning. his hand quickly dug into his satchel and as his hands felt for everything but the pouch, ominis let out a tired sigh and nodded. he meekly held his hand out toward the voice. the niffler certainly did steal his pouch.

"i told sebastian not to let this thing run loose." the girl growled and ominis felt the pouch weighing in his palm soon after. "sorry about all this. i didn't mean to disturb you."

"it's fine." came ominis' curt reply as he placed pouch into his bag. he was about to leave it at that when the girl began to talk to him once more.

"oh, you're ominis, right? ominis gaunt."

ominis pushed back a retort as he sighed, only nodding his head in response to the question.

"i don't believe i got to talk to you yet," the girl said amicably and ominis could guess that her face held a smile that matched the tone of her voice. "i'm (y/n) (l/n)! it's nice to meet you."

ominis silently nodded his head again, until something piqued his interest.

(l/n)?

the family name was familiar to him or rather ominis knew all too well about her family. a pureblood family that his own family often scoffed at when the subject was brought up at supper. although the (l/n)'s were rich and well known, ominis heard that the (l/n)'s weren't considered a part of the pureblood circle, only because their way of thinking differed from his family.

one, the (l/n) family weren't particularly fond of the unforgivable curses and made it clear that they would never use it by any circumstances. two, the (l/n) family didn't believe that only pureblooded wizard and witches should be able to wield magic. wether you were muggle born, half, or even a squib! if you had the power to wield magic, then you were a wizard/witch. there was never a thought of discrimination or prejudice in that family. it almost made ominis gaunt jealous as he looked at the girl, presumingly in front of him.

"well, i don't want to trouble you any further," the girl said after a moment of awkward silence. "i have to take this little thief back to sebastian and anne. i'll see you around, ominis!"

ominis scoffed at the thought of meeting her again, however a small twinge in his chest made him uncomfortable. it was not like what he had ever felt before. ominis felt warm from the interaction and it made him wary. he couldn't even see what she looked like, yet her voice was enough to make him feel this way.

oh, what rubbish, ominis thought as he brushed it off and adjusted the strap of his satchel on his shoulder.

like i'll be seeing her around.

oh how wrong ominis was because any chance that you spotted him in the hallways, you'd always happily greet him and walk him to any class that you had with him. any class that you had with him? suddenly you were sitting with ominis and chatting about something you did the day before. breakfast, lunch, and dinner? there you were with sebastian and anne sitting with him.

ominis couldn't escape your presence. not that he was annoyed...no, to his surprise, ominis grew quite fond of you and your friendly nature. before he knew it, ominis gaunt integrated into the friend group made up of sebastian sallow, anne sallow, and you. he had come to trust you all enough to show you the secret lair that he called the undercroft. it was a place that sealed the friendship. ominis wasn't sure how it had happened, but it did and his first year at hogwarts wasn't completely as lonely as he thought it was going to be.

and then fourth year came.

unfortunately, anne never came back to hogwarts after her third year due to a curse that was casted upon her. it pierced deeply into the now trio of friends, even with the many paid visits that you and ominis would make to the sallow's home during the break. it was clear to you both that anne sallow's health was deteriorating, but sebastian refused to accept the truth. the truth that anne wasn't going to make it.

"sebastian, you know that this-" ominis started only for his friend to growl out in anger. you flinched beside him and ominis felt you jolt into him which made him wrap an arm around you.

"you both are wrong!" sebastian had hollered, pointing an accusing finger at you and ominis. "there is a cure and i'm going to find it-"

"please, sebastian, not here." you whimpered with tears in your eyes as you gestured to the door which was anne's bedroom. "she's still asleep and-"

"i'll prove it!" sebastian yelled with his fists clenched at his side. his eyes glared at ominis, watching as he moved forward to place a hand on your shoulder.

"i don't care what it takes, i'm going to find a cure."

sebastian wasn't lying.

soon after beginning your fifth year, you felt the coldness of the undercroft. the undercroft that once held the chatter and laughter of your friends. the undercroft that once brought you four together in times of hard moments. whether it was the struggles of student life or ominis' heartfelt talks about his childhood. with sebastian using it as a pandora's box filled with theories and ideas for a cure, it no longer felt warm. it was just a reminder of what it once was.

you sat on the stone floor with your legs criss crossed. no warmth, no laughter. it just felt like you were sitting in a cold room that once was. you glanced down at your potions book on the ground with tears welling up in your eyes. the inked pages suddenly became blurred as your tears finally fell down your cheeks. droplets began to litter the page as you started to let out soft sobs.

"(y/n)?" you heard from behind and your body twisted around to find ominis walking into the room with his wand in hand. you quickly wiped the tears from your cheeks before letting out a soft laugh, wincing as you also sniffed.

"omins gaunt," you say with a forced smile on your lips as if ominis could see it before standing up. "sneaking up on me? and here i thought sebastian was the prankster."

you didn't receive a response, which made you tilt your head and walk up to him. your face fell as you noticed the grimace that ominis had. clearly your words filled with feigned cheer didn't get past ominis as he silently stood with his pale blue eyes gazing down at you.

you were about say something until his unoccupied hand came up to brush against your cheek. "ominis..." you sighed out with your eyelids softly fluttering to a close as you felt his cold palm on your skin. no response again as ominis' thumb brushed against your cheek. no doubt feeling the wetness of your tears that you failed to wipe away completely.

"you've been crying, haven't you?" ominis stated grimly. it wasn't really a question. "what's wrong, (y/n)? is it anne? sebastian?"

his tone held so much concern as he names off any possible reason you could be crying about. it made the tears that once were come once again. ominis picked up on the soft sniffles that you let out and he felt his hand being brushed away from your face by yours. you quietly stepped closer to him, wrapping your arms around his midriff while leaning your face into his chest. all he could do was pocket his wand and circle his arms around your waist.

"i-i'm sorry, ominis," you said in a hushed tone as you tried to talk through your sobs. "everything just isn't the same. not since anne-"

"don't be sorry, (y/n), it's alright to cry," ominis' voice sounded unwavering, but his chest clenched tightly around nothing as he heard your pained sobs. "but everything will be alright."

alright?, ominis thought to himself with a internal scoff. to hell if he knew if everything was even okay. when did ominis start thinking so optimistically? merlin, he didn't care. all that mattered to him at the moment was you. you, who was crying into his chest as if you had been hit with the worst curse in the book.

ominis wasn't sure what to do as he brought his hand up to brush through your (h/c) tresses. this was all he could do in an attempt to comfort you while cooing in your ear about how everything was going to be fine. although, you both knew the truth. anne wasn't going to live and sebastian was going to keep finding a cure for something that couldn't be undone, not even while he's withered away into ashes.

an hour later, you had finally stopped crying and ominis' arms never left your body. as soon as the tears subsided, you realized the close contact and your face flushed terribly. you pulled your face back from his chest and wiped your damp cheeks of any tears before looking up at him.

"thanks, ominis, you truly are a great friend." you say, however the word 'friend' singed your tongue as you spoke. it felt revolting to say.

"o-of course," ominis stammered, pulling away now with his arms to his side. you frowned at the loss of contact, crossing your arms against your body. "listen, i know it doesn't seem that way, but everything will be alright."

"i know, ominis, thank you." you replied and omnis heard you shuffle closer.

he has known you long enough to sense your presence and know your scent when it filled his nostrils. you were in front of him...very close. ominis felt your hands run up his chest gently and he couldn't help but stiffen at the warmth that your fingers held, even through his thick clothing. they brushed further up, reaching his neck and then to his face to which you encased his jaw with your palms.

"(y/n)?" ominis questioned in a soft voice.

you ignored him, bringing yourself to stand on your toes and lean your face upwards. ominis could feel your soft breathing against his skin now and his heart began to race nervously as you suddenly pressed your chest against his. then he felt something soft against his lips, which made his eyes widen.

you felt his hand grip your shoulders and pushe you away gently, which made your heart fall to the floor. damn you and your emotions. you couldn’t control yourself? what was the matter with you?

“ominis, i’m so sorry. i shouldn’t have done that-it’s just i’ve had feelings for you for so long and-i’m so very sorry...”

you kept on rambling, dreading the boy's silence and stilled body. ominis’ ears seemed to be ringing at your sudden confession. your words echoed loudly as if trying to engrave itself into his mind. you’ve had feelings for him after all this time? blasted it all, he thought you had feelings for sebastian with how close you two were. ominis had thought that for so long, yet here you were...kissing him and confessing?

"ominis?" you called out cautiously, tilting your head with a pursed lips. you could feel your face heating up in embarrassment. what if he didn't feel the same way? you wouldn't be able to let yourself live it. down. you wanted to curse out loud, but ominis wasn't moving a inch in front of you.

suddenly, you felt ominis' hand gently take yours and lifted it up to his face. you watched in silence as he pressed his soft lips upon it before feeling him smile against your skin. your face felt as though someone had casted incendio as he pulled you closer into his body. chest to chest now, he slowly let your hand go and placed it on your cheek.

"you've no idea how bloody long i've waited to hear those words come from your lips." ominis whispered as he bent down to draw his face closer to yours.

once again, his lips were met with yours and you closed your eyes in bliss with your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. ominis felt you pull him closer, as if you two weren't already molded together as it is. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought that had been locked up and were relishing at the feeling of being freed.

however, you just had to feel him against you. the kiss was gentle, yet feverish-almost needy. as if every word and thought had been locked up and were now relishing the feeling of being freed. this kiss meant more to you and him than anyone could ever imagine. a feeling a disappointment waved over you as he slowly pulled away from the kiss.

"i love you, (y/n) (l/n)," ominis gasped softly. he was clearly winded with the passionate kiss that you two just shared, yet his words rang clear in your ears. oh, if ominis could see you now, your smile stretched from ear to ear at his words.

"and i love you, ominis gaunt."

you were humming with your books to your chest as you shuffled over to the undercroft. to your surprise, sebastian and the new fifth year student were huddled around the secret entrance, which made you all the more wary. it was already betraying enough that sebastian revealed their secret lair without you and ominis' knowledge, but to see them both standing there with grim faces made your blood boil. the nerve of them, you thought as you stood there with a glare on your face. it was clear that sebastian read the hostility and brought his hands up in assurance.

"(y/n), be calm, i know you're still angry about-" he started, but you huffed in response and turned your head away, flipping your hair on to you shoulder.

"angry?" you scoffed and pointed a finger to the new fifth year. "you let a stranger into our secret space and you want me to be calm? you know better than anyone how much this place means to me and you completely ignored it!"

sebastian winced at your words, knowing exactly what you meant. he had betrayed your trust in him. "i know, i know-but (y/n), we need your help!"

you glanced at the fifth year, who gazed at you with a sheep expression and then back at sebastian. your face softened a bit and you sighed heavily, before relenting. "well, what is it then?"

"it's best we not speak here," sebastian said in a hush tone before looking toward the new fifth year, who nodded in agreement. "c'mon, we'll talk in the undercroft."

you rolled your eyes as sebastian opened the entrance to the undercroft with the new fifth year following behind you two. the place that once was filled with happy memories were being replaced with secrecy. secrets that were bound to become trouble.

"alright," you say, setting your books on one of the old barrels that laid upright and turning around to face the both of them. "what is it that you need help with?"

"we need to find a scriptorium," the fifth year started and you tilted your head curiously. "it's hidden somewhere in this school and only one person knows where it is."

"well, i don't know where it is," you grumbled with your arms crossed against your chest and leaning your weight on one leg. sebastian seemed nervous now that you shot him a glance. he couldn't seem to meet your eyes as he glanced behind you.

oh, now i see what this is about.

"only one person in this school knows where it is," you say with a firm voice as you mostly addressed the fifth year. "and he also happens to be your longest friend, sebastian. so why not ask him?"

the fifth year now looked stunned as they looked back at sebastian, who seemed more nervous than before. you raised a brow at his timid posture and narrowed my eyes.

"i did-or rather, we did," sebastian stammered out, clasping his fingers together and licking his lips. "but, ominis refused to tell us."

"rightfully so," you scoffed, rolling your eyes. "merlin knows what you two are up to. clearly up to no good if its about the scriptorium."

"its to help anne," sebastian seethed, now feeling angry with your attitude. "and if you cared at all about her then you would do this. if not for me, then for her. that is if you ever even considered her a friend."

sebastian's brows were quick to smoothen out as he realized the words that had spewed out of his mouth. his face now held regret as you stood there with your fists clenched at your sides. you were visibly seething now with your face a bright red and your lips curled into a nasty growl.

"the absolute gall of you, sallow!" you hissed out causing sebastian and the new fifth year to flinch at your tone. although your tone held anger, sebastian could hear the hurt that was laced along with it. you stormed towards him until you were foot to foot with him and you grabbed him by his tie to pull his face down to yours. your glaring (e/c) eyes pierced into his very soul.

"how dare you imply that i don't care about anne? yes, she is your sister, but she is my best friend as well! all i've ever wanted was for her to get better!"

with every word sentence that you spoke, you jabbed a finger into his chest. sebastian very well felt that anger and hurt that snaked through your finger and into his chest. however, he was determined to find the scriptorium. as much as it hurt him to do this, he couldn't give up. not now. not ever.

"well, prove it then!" sebastian interjected with a glare. "if you truly cared about anne, then help me convince ominis. you're the only one he will listen to and-"

"ominis will not listen to me," you spat. "you know about ominis' family and his past. do not force me to do this. i will not, especially if it will hurt him."

"but he will listen to you," sebastian reasoned, visibly frustrated at your refusal. "you're the only person ominis cannot say no to! now that you're seeing him, he will surely listen."

"it sounds like you're using us," you drawled, narrowing your eyes at him.

"this is for anne. i need to find a cure before it's too late!"

"what would anne think about all this, sebastian? did you even think to ask yourself this?" you sighed before letting go of his tie and brining your fingers up to your temple. "sebastian, i will not ask ominis. either you convince him yourself or you stop finding a cure for anne."

sebastian's face was red with frustration as he glanced back at the new fifth year, who shook their head. there was a moment of exchange between them before sebastian looked at you with pursed lips. you dared him to say something that will possibly break your tie with him with your eyes.

"i was right about you," sebastian finally spoke, his brown eyes darkening as he glared down at you. "you never cared about anne! that's why you won't do this! something so simply that could help anne and you won't do it. how could you be so selfish?!"

your mouth parted in shock while your heart tightened in your chest. all you could was stare at him with an unreadable expression. it was as if an arrow had pierced through your chest.

"i've heard about enough!" a voice boomed from behind you all and sebastian whipped around to see ominis storming towards them with his wand balled in his hand.

"ominis," you called out and ominis was in front of you in an instant. you grabbed his occupied hand and held it to your chest tightly. your voice sounded small as if you were holding back tears. ominis' blood boiled at the thought of how crestfallen your face might've looked and he immediately let go of your hand to face sebastian. you peered behind his arm to find sebastian glaring at you both, almost in betrayal.

"take back what you said," ominis glowered and sebastian internally winced at how cold his tone was. "we have been friends for too long, sebastian. do not jeopardize this over something so trivial."

"trivial?!" sebastian roared in disbelief. "this is to find a cure for anne. i had no intent in hurting either of you. i just want-"

"we know what you want, sebastian," ominis interjected with a wave of his hand. "but this is not the way to do it. if i had known you would come to (y/n) about this, then i would've accepted your request."

the tension in sebastian's body slowly faded as omini' last sentence sparked a brink of hope. "so you'll do it? you'll show us where the scriptorium is?"

you snap your head up at ominis with a furrowed brow, hoping that he would say no, except there was a moment of silence. dread poured into your veins like a gush of water from a waterfall as you realized that ominis was actually considering it. you even felt yourself becoming sick as ominis let out a frustrated sigh.

"yes, i'll show you-but with a few conditions!" ominis said with a stern voice as sebastian's face lit up in satisfaction.

"of course, anything!" came sebastian quick response and the new fifth year simply watched the scene unfold with uneasy eyes.

"first, you leave (y/n) out of whatever you two are planning." ominis said and you took his hand into yours while gazing up at his solemn face.

"noted," sebastian said with a nod, now feeling like an arsehole as he refused to meet your eyes. "(y/n) will no longer be involved with our plan."

ominis nodded "second, after you find whatever it is you need, you must promise me that you will stop sticking your nose where it shouldn't be. no more dark arts, no more curses. you have to stop, sebastian."

sebastian's eyes widened slightly at ominis' proposition and glanced at the floor uneasily before hesitantly nodded. "alright, i agree to your terms."

"alright, i'll meet you two upstairs, i need to speak with (y/n) for a moment."

sebastian nodded at the fifth year to head on up and turned his head back at you with an apologetic expression. "i'm sorry, (y/n), i let my anger get the best of me. there's nothing i could possibly say to make you forgive me, but you have to understand that-"

"i know," you said coldly as you crossed your arms uncomfortably and looking away. "it's for anne's health, but please stay out of trouble. nothing good will come out of learning about the dark arts."

"this has to work," sebastian mumbled sadly before turning around.

"i'm sorry again, (y/n), i hope you forgive me." was the last thing he said before walking out of the undercroft with his heels echoing through the room.

you sighed sadly, which caused ominis to look down at you with a grim expression. you leaned your forehead against his back with your hand still grasping his as if he'll just fade away.

"ominis, was this really the right decision?" you asked and ominis turned around with your forehead on his chest now. he slowly brought his arms around your waist and kissed the top of your head.

"once sebastian finds what he wants, he will no longer pursue his research." ominis replied into your hair. "this had to be done."

"i wish there was another way," you sighed before pulling away from his chest and leaning upwards to place a kiss on his lips. "promise me you'll be safe. if they tell you to do something uncomfortable, please come back to me."

"i will, (y/n), do not worry to much." ominis replied with a fond smile on his face, yet the dim lights didn't hide the fearful undertone in his voice. "i will come back to you safe and sound. i can promise you that."

you let out a shaky breath before pulling him back into a kiss. ominis returned it just as eagerly, as if it would be the last. both of your bodies seemed to relax a bit as you pulled away.

"i love you, ominis."

"i love you too, (y/n)."

those were the last words that you both had before you watched ominis turn around to leave the undercroft. he left with a heavy heart and you stood there feeling as though half your heart was on his sleeve.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy x female reader #female reader #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #anne sallow #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #hogwarts legacy angst #a little fluff?

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Late Night Dip ☀️

Happy Weasley Wednesday everyone! Here’s my contribution to the “hot” theme this week! (But also this falls into the "wet" theme from last week) Enjoy! ✌🏻

Late Night Dip - Garreth Weasley x house neutral F!MC

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Smut/NSFW/18+, characters are aged up and in their 7th year. Do not read if you’re under 18!!

Summary: After an uncomfortably hot day, Garreth comes up with an excellent idea to keep him and MC cool, but a visitor foils their plans.

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It was unseasonably hot for this time of year. It was almost the end of September, but it felt like mid August, peak summertime. The heat was sweltering, and left every student feeling like there was a constant layer of sticky sweat on them.

MC, like every other student, had ditched her robes and opted for just her white shirt with her sleeves rolled up, fanning herself with her hand to no avail. Class was being held outside, as if that made any difference. It was equally as hot outside as it was in. She looked around at her classmates, all in a similar state of disarray, before looking over at her boyfriend, Garreth Weasley. While he too looked like he was about to be overcome with heatstroke, he somehow managed to look so good in this state.

Garreth also had the sleeves of his white shirt rolled up, so his very freckled and slightly muscular forearms were in full view. He had ditched his tie and had unbuttoned several of the buttons so that his also very freckled neck and upper chest were exposed. He was running a hand through his luscious head of red hair which was slightly damp from dousing himself with Aguamenti spells like many others had throughout the day. His lips were parted, and he had beads of sweat on his forehead and neck. He looked so delicious that had there not been other students around, she would have gladly leaned over and licked the sweat off his neck. Seeing him like this gave her flashbacks to the many times they had been similarly hot and bothered together, but not because of the weather, but because of-

Her naughty thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her name being called. “Oh no. Did we lose you to the heat, sweetheart?” Garreth was in front of MC when she came back to reality, waving his hand in front of her face. “I’m fine! Just thinking.” MC replied, blush forming on her face. “Well, don’t think too hard!” He chuckled. “I’ve been doing some thinking too. This heat has been ridiculous the past few days, but I have an idea of a way we can cool off!” He gave MC a wink. MC looked at him with intrigue, wondering what sort of trouble the two of them were about to get into.

It was normal for Garreth and MC to get into trouble together. Ever since they started dating in fifth year, they were constantly causing mischief. Between pranking their fellow students, causing explosions in potions class, and getting caught snogging in empty classrooms, they were always in detention together, and they never regretted a moment of their time together (except that one time they were caught snogging by Garreth’s aunt. He didn’t regret doing it or getting caught, he just regretted who had caught them.).

“What did you have in mind, my little troublemaker?” MC asked with a sultry tone to her voice. “Ah, it’s a surprise! Meet me tonight, midnight, by the boathouse. Oh, I’ve got to get to class! You know Aunt Matilda will be royally pissed if I’m late!” Garreth planted a big kiss on MC’s lips and took off, leaving MC to stew in her excitement for tonight’s activities.

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It was a little before midnight when MC stealthily snuck out of her dorm. With a Disillusionment charm in place, she made her way over to the boathouse. The weather had cooled down slightly with it being nighttime, but it was still quite hot and humid out. MC hadn’t wondered much about what Garreth had planned tonight. She tried not to think about it to avoid spoiling the surprise. It was a long trek down the stairs leading to the boathouse, and she was winded by the time she got down there. MC didn’t see Garreth at first, but she knew already from their countless excursions that he likely had the charm on as well. She called out his name, and he removed the charm from himself, as MC did the same. His smile was wide as he made eye contact with her. His adorable smile made her heart swell. No matter what silly activity they did together, he was always so happy to be doing them with her, and she shared in the happiness as well.

“So what are we doing out here, darling?” MC asked. “Well…being that it’s…so hot out…” Garreth was drawing this out in an attempt to raise her anticipation. “I thought maybe we could cool off…by going for a swim.” He gestured towards the Black Lake which surrounded them. “A very naked swim…” He gave her a sultry smile.

“We’re going skinny dipping?!” She asked in a tone that was equal parts shocked and equal parts impressed. “Mhmm! Now get undressed!” He said as he began to unbutton his shirt. “But what about the giant squid?” She asked cautiously, but already taking her own clothes off. MC was 100% on board with the idea regardless, she just wanted to ensure he planned ahead. MC had seen the tentacles of the famed giant squid pop out of the lake from time to time, but she was pretty certain that she (MC decided the squid was a female) inhabited a much further out and deeper portion of the lake than the two of them were going into.

“Uhh…” Garreth had a look of confusion on his face, unsure if she was serious or not. “I think we’ll be okay…we’re not going super deep, and the second we see the squid we’ll hop out!” A smile was on his face as he removed his underwear, the last article of clothing that was left on his body. MC paused her undressing to appreciate his body, which is something she did every time she had the opportunity to see him naked.

He was fit. He wasn’t the most muscular guy in school, but he had a tight, fit stomach and had some bit of muscle in his arms. She took a moment to fantasize about his arms, thinking back to all the times he supported her ass and thighs with those arms every time he fucked her against the wall of the tiny supply closets they sometimes found themselves in. MC continued ogling him. Appreciating the light brown freckles that covered him from head to toe. She loved all his freckles, especially the little one he had on his tip. She always made sure to give that freckle a kiss before anytime she used her mouth on him. Her eyes then grazed over his happy trail of red hair that led down to more red hair, and below that red hair, his impressive length, which was currently in a semi-hard state, somewhat aroused by what they were about to do, but not quite there yet. And although it was cooler out than before, he still appeared a little sweaty from the heat. Like before, there were beads of sweat on his forehead. His hair was a bit unruly, which it often was, and she couldn’t wait to run her fingers through it. She couldn’t believe how perfect he was.

“See something you like?” He said as he broke MC’s concentration. MC blinked rapidly to get her mind out of the naughty place it was in. “Yes, actually, all of it!” She replied with a wink as she finished removing her clothes.

They stood completely bare in front of each other. Nerves were beginning to overtake them, but it wasn’t going to stop them. After a moment or two of standing in silence, Garreth broke the silence first by smiling wickedly, dashing over to the dock and jumping off with a loud “WOOOO!” and a splash as his body made contact with the water. MC rolled her eyes, although he definitely didn’t see it. She walked over to the dock, and hopped off of it and into the water as well, in a much less dramatic fashion than Garreth.

Once they were both in the water, she threw her arms around Garreth’s neck, pulling him into a deep, passionate kiss. Their bodies were flush against each other. MC began to feel a heat between her legs, letting out soft moans in between kisses. Garreth’s hands moved from MC’s hips down to her thighs, pulling them up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. MC could feel Garreth’s length rutting against her entrance. His mouth then moved down to her neck, as their bodies moved against each other, eager for some friction. One of Garreth’s hands then snaked between their two bodies, making its way to MC’s center. Garreth began to rub small circles, drawing out loud moans from MC’s lips. The point of this late night dip was to cool down from the heat, but it was beginning to seem pointless with how hot and heavy the pair were getting. Garreth reluctantly removed his hand from MC’s center, taking himself in his hand and lining himself up with her entrance. His tip had just breached her entrance when a slight booming sound in the distance made them pull apart from each other.

Much further out into the lake they saw two tentacles shoot up out of the water, stretching out before they dropped back in, causing a ripple effect that the pair felt even being such a far distance away. Garreth and MC looked at each other in shock before they both let out high pitched screams, and scrambled to get out of the water. Once they were out, they both burst into a laughter that lasted several minutes before they could compose themselves. Once the laughter ceased, MC moved to begin dressing again when Garreth, aroused again as a result of the adrenaline, pulled her into a deep kiss.

Without breaking the kiss, Garreth walked MC over to the dock, where she laid down with Garreth between her legs. He wasted no time sliding himself into her, an easy feat as MC was still aroused herself. His thrusts were quick and hard, both of their releases rapidly approaching. MC and Garreth had shagged in questionable locations before, but on the dock overlooking the Black Lake after encountering the giant squid was definitely in the top 5, and MC spent all of two seconds worried about splinters before she gave into the pleasure Garreth was giving her, letting out sultry moans in response to his thrusts.

She wrapped her legs around Garreth’s waist, allowing him deeper access to her, which Garreth took as his opportunity to speed up his movements. Garreth was letting out his own groans of pleasure, and the two of them were overheating quickly, the cooler weather and the wetness of their bodies doing little to cool them down. Garreth was very familiar with MC’s body at this point in their relationship, and knew she was about to break at any moment. Eager to make her finish, and knowing he himself was close to the moment as well, he dipped his head near her ear and whispered softly “Are you going to cum for me sweetheart?” MC let out a drawn out moan in response. “Good girl!” He whispered harshly through gritted teeth.

Her release came first, her body tensing up as she screamed his name. Garreth’s came right after, burying himself deep into her as he released, filling her insides with himself. He remained inside her for a moment while they caught their breaths and came down from their highs. Once they had composed themselves, the pair got dressed. “Holy shit!” Garreth proclaimed. “That was something!”

“What we just did, or…?” She lifted her arms in the air and waved them around, imitating the squid’s tentacles. “Both!” Garreth said with a breathy laugh. They both began to giggle again at the terrifying experience before MC pulled Garreth into a sweet, soft kiss. “We should probably get back, assuming we haven’t already woken up half the school with our ruckus.” Garreth said when MC pulled away from the kiss. “You’re right, you did scream after all!” She said with a teasing tone.

“Uh, so did you!” He shot back. “Yes, but you were louder!” The two of them laughed as she took his hand, and they walked away from the boathouse.

“You know Garreth, the next time you want a way to cool down from the heat, maybe we should sneak into the prefect’s bathroom instead!” MC said with a laugh. “That’s actually not a bad idea!” Garreth replied as he squeezed her hand, the pair making their way to the long stairs to begin the trek back to their dorms.

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#weasley wednesday #garreth weasley #garreth weasley smut #garreth weasley x mc

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utilitycaster · 3 months

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could you elucidate on why coffeelocks are bad actually? my friend is a bit obsessed with them right now and i’ve never liked the specific build but i’d love to have concrete reasons that aren’t just opinions!

YES. Somewhere in my archives I think I actually did the math on like, how many short rests you have to take for this to pay any dividends, and it was a LOT, but that was during full lockdown iirc and you do not have to do this much work.

The basic gist of coffeelock for those wondering is that warlocks recharge spell slots on a short rest, and sorcerers can convert sorcery points into spell slots and vice versa. The idea is that if you take Pact of the Tome and then Aspect of the Moon as an eldritch invocation, you never have to long rest again and can just farm sorcery points/spell slots for 8 hours each night.

Now: the most obvious issue is that any reasonable DM who hears about this will look at you and say "I don't care if it's technically legal, I think it's annoying and I'm not going to let you do it." But let's assume your DM does not shut it down.

You have infinite spell slots at level 5. You are warlock 3 sorcerer 2. You know 7 spells total, which is what you'd know had you leveled to level 5 in either of these classes, except you also know 6 level 1 spells and 1 level 2 spell, max. Someone who leveled normally would have fireball, or dispel magic, or counterspell, and if they were divine soul they might even have revivify, but not you! This will eventually get slightly better at higher levels but if you're the party's main arcane caster this sucks and if you're in a party with fewer than like, five people, or perhaps a really caster heavy party, you're putting a lot of burden on other people to do the utility early on so that your dumb ass can cast magic missile 20 times a day or whatever.

I don't actually care for sorlock just generally, in the absence of coffeelock bullshit. Yes, it depends on the same main stat, but a bard or paladin combo will actually significantly broaden your repertoire. Sorcerer and Warlock have a LOT of spell overlap, and metamagic is one of those things that is like, super clutch 0.1% of the time and the rest of the time it's like oh ok (though I guess as a coffeelock you're not even really using metamagic! total waste of being a sorcerer, which is the weakest caster already! great job.). Meanwhile, two of the big strengths of warlock are 1. eldritch blast, a cantrip you can already cast infinite times without spell slots, and 2. eldritch invocations, which you have to level in warlock to get. Dipping into sorcerer means fewer invocations. Basically, all multiclassing is a trade off and I feel like this is at most the sum of its parts, certainly not more. I also think it's very tricky to play this in a way that is narratively interesting and makes sense for your character while also abiding by the specific leveling requirements of coffeelock. This isn't an issue in a one-shot but also in a one-shot you simply might not even take a long rest which renders the entire thing useless.

You have to take Pact of the Tome, which means you are spending all this time and effort and build for infinite spell slots but also you have, without any racial bonuses, literally 9 cantrips (ie, at-will spells) at level 5. And none of them are dispel magic, because that is too high for you for at least another 2 levels and that's only if you choose to continue in warlock. Also, actually, until you reach L9 in specifically divine soul sorcerer, you don't have greater restoration as discussed, so yeah your DM can just be like "oh you don't have to sleep but you do still gain exhaustion."

I lied and I did some math. So: you are a L5 coffeelock. let's say you have exhausted all your resources on day 1. You sit down for your little bullshit 8 short rests. You can never have more than two sorcery points, because the PHB page 101 says that you can't exceed the number of sorcery points shown on the table for your level. So every hour you convert one L2 spell slot (recharging) into a L1 spell slot (non-recharging), and repeat this (you can't convert both at once! because then you exceed two sorcery points!) and you end the night with 14 L1 spells and your two L2 warlock spell slots. If you are lucky, you might get like, one short rest if there is a monk or wizard or fighter in the party and they don't hate you so much that they're willing to go without ki points/second winds/arcane recovery, and they might. I guess you just stockpile low level spells indefinitely until you have to sleep finally? if you have a week of downtime do you just. walk around with hundreds of first level spell slots and not think this is the dumbest shit of all time? ooooh look at me i can cast fucking...detect magic for 24 hours straight. can't dispel any of it though!

Leveling up is a bitch too if I recall. You need to level up in sorcerer to get more points so you can eventually convert to higher level spells, and the exchange rate is not generous (like, if you're not sleeping, it's ok, but it's not in your favor as shown with the L2 to L1 conversion) and imo warlock is the superior class, and you're probably not really taking advantage of metamagic anyway so you're barely reaping the benefits of being a sorcerer except for flexible casting. Do you feel good about this? Is this fun for you? Your entire table is watching you count out your spell slots each night and hoping fervently you get audited by the IRS in real life but man you sure showed them by being able to cast chromatic orb a lot!

Also you can't use items that recharge on a long rest, only ones that recharge at dawn. Sucker.

This is all very long because I think coffeelock is an annoying build for people who think they are smart and really aren't, but the gist is that you trade away a great deal of your utility, ability to help the party, and ability to do anything except cast rather low-level spells in comparison to what everyone who made better decisions is doing. Also it's LAUGHABLY easy for the DM to fuck this over for you within the bounds of the rules even if they allowed it. Your patron gets annoyed that you're only leveling in sorcerer. Levels of exhaustion. Your patron, who communicates through dreams, straight up abandons you because you're not picking up their calls. You keep being put in positions where your 75 first level spells won't do shit and a single third level spell would. They taunt you with items that recharge on a long rest.

It's just...well, quantity over quality. Shein haul ass character build.

#answered #Anonymous #d&d mechanics #the coffeelock: for The That Guy In Lecture (derogatory) in your life

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artemisia-black · 1 year

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Character analysis of Kingsley Shacklebolt

Because I've been chatting so much about him on the @harrypocter's Discord server, here is my character analysis of Kingsley

1.0 Ambition and cunning, with a moral compass

He is obviously a very skilled wizard and must be ambitious to reach the point in his career where he can lead the hunt for Sirius. His skill is confirmed by Voldemort himself during the battle of the seven potters (where his talent is deemed to be second to Moody’s) :

“You-Know-Who acted exactly as Mad-Eye expected him to,” sniffed Tonks. “Mad-Eye said he’d expect the real Harry to be with the toughest, most skilled Aurors. He chased Mad-Eye first, and when Mundungus gave them away he switched to Kingsley.” DH

Furthermore, Kingsley deliberately feeding the ministry misinformation about Sirius, shows two key things about his character:

-First, unlike other ambitious law-enforcement agents such as Barty Crouch Snr, he is willing to risk his career to do the right thing.

- Second, he demonstrates a high level of cunning as no one in the ministry ever suspects him (granted, they are all fairly incompetent, but nobody ever questions him). His ability to play his role well is best demonstrated during his dialogue with Arthur:

“Morning, Weasley,” said Kingsley carelessly, as they drew nearer. “I’ve been wanting a word with you, have you got a second?”

“Yes, if it really is a second,” said Mr. Weasley, “I’m in rather a hurry.”

“Here,” said Kingsley brusquely to Mr. Weasley, shoving a sheaf of parchment into his hand, “I need as much information as possible on flying Muggle vehicles sighted in the last twelve months. We’ve received information that Black might still be using his old motorcycle.”

Kingsley tipped Harry an enormous wink and added, in a whisper, “Give him the magazine, he might find it interesting.”

Then he said in normal tones, “And don’t take too long, Weasley, the delay on that firelegs report held our investigation up for a month.” OoTP

Notice the use of words like ‘carelessly’ and ‘brusquely’ to describe his tone, both of which imply that he’s used to commanding authority.

And this brings me to my next point.

2.0 A sacred 28 Pureblood

The Shaklebolts are a member of the sacred 28 (a list which excluded the monied Potters and the pureblood Weasleys); therefore, Kingsley is part of the wizarding upper-crust.

It is interesting to note that he is the only member of the Order, other than Sirius, who openly questions Dumbledore’s judgment.

“... why Dumbledore didn’t make Potter a prefect?” said Kingsley.

“He’ll have had his reasons,” replied Lupin.

“But it would’ve shown confidence in him. It’s what I’d’ve done,” persisted Kingsley, “’ specially with the Daily Prophet having a go at him every few days...” OoTP

This could hint at the idea that Dumbledore is able to exercise more power over those on the lower rungs of wizarding society. In contrast, Kingsley and Sirius have more ingrained confidence (from the privilege they grew up with) to question him.

Furthermore, he carries himself so well that even the wizard-hating (and class-obsessed) Dursleys take to him.

“This, and the fact that Kingsley had mastered the knack of dressing like a Muggle, not to mention a certain reassuring something in his slow, deep voice, had caused the Dursleys to take to Kingsley in a way that they had certainly not done with any other wizard.” DH

Kingsley also demonstrates a very astute knowledge of how pureblood supremacy leads to radicalisation:

“I’d say that it’s one short step from Wizards first’ to ‘Purebloods first,’ and then to ‘Death Eaters,’” replied Kingsley.

And this understanding echoes what Sirius says about his parent’s beliefs. Kingsley then goes on to give more strategic insight into Voldemort’s plans:

“Which suits him, of course,” said Kingsley. “The air of mystery is creating more terror than actually showing himself.” DH

3.0 The fire beneath the Ice

In almost all of his appearances Kingsley is described as having a stoic, calming presence. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have a dark side.

While not actively fighting to kill, he reports it in a matter of fact manner.

“Followed by five, injured two, might’ve killed one,” Kingsley reeled off. DH

He then shows a tendency towards a dark sense of humor:

“Stan?” repeated Hermione. “But I thought he was in Azkaban?”

Kingsley let out a mirthless laugh.

“Hermione, there’s obviously been a mass breakout which the Ministry has hushed up. Travers’s hood fell off when I cursed him, he’s supposed to be inside too.

In conclusion, Kingsley is a sharp, intelligent, cunning, ambitious, privileged, commanding character, who has a wry sense of humor. He also has a dark edge to him, and is willing to take great risks to do what is right. And this is now a Kingsley stan account.

#kingsley shacklebolt #harry potter #hp analysis

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im-not-a-l0ser · 5 months

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Hi! I do have a question or two about the American public school system (as a Canadian). First of all, are football and cheerleading really that big? No school I’ve gone to has ever had football. I don’t think I’ve ever played football. Second, how many periods are in a day and how long? For us it’s four 1h20m blocks, two in the morning and two in the afternoon. And what is a passing period? And are your bells really like the brrriiing! that we see? ok thanks :)

Firstly- I mean, sort of? At my school, we have numerous sports posters in the hallways, and then we have banners of senior (final year) athletes there too, but those are for all sports, and the marching band. And usually the jags in class are football players. Cheerleading is a bit more neutral. I know people on the cheer squad who I get along with and others who I really don't. In reality, the athletes generally are the worst. I guess that's not really what you were asking, uhhh. Okay, in regards to NPMD specifically, the big game, people being very into that? It's very likely. While my school doesn't have like 'rivals,' in the soap operatic universe, it makes perfect sense to me that they'd get more into the Clivesdale game than into the HoCo game, which we don't even get to see the prior of. Most schools have pep rallies for the HoCo and final games, I believe. I'd say the first game too, but I actually think football games start before a lot of school years. The biggest sports, at least at my school, are Football and Basketball. I hear a little bit about soccer and swim too, but barely. I believe that Football, Basketball and Soccer are generally the only ones with cheerleaders, while Football and Basketball usually have both cheerleaders and the band.

Secondly, the periods here are about 45 minutes. At both of my high schools, we've had three different lunch periods, A, B and C. So, for example, I had A lunch for my freshman year at my homeschool, and my junior year at my vocational school. At my home school, during my B and C periods, I'd spend the entire time, and hour and a half, in a single class. At my vocational school, you just keep switching classes like normal. I believe that both my home and vocational school have 9 periods, although it's technically 8 at my home school since it goest 1, 2, 3, 4, 5A, 5B, 5C, 6, 7, 8, while at my vocational school it's 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.

Third, Passing Period. This one is quite simple. Most schools have 3-5 minutes to move from class to class. A bell goes off signifying the end of your current period, and then after a few minutes, a second bell goes off signifying the beginning of the next class. That's when teachers take attendance, and that bell it what let's teachers know when a student is tardy. This is a special case, so I don't think it's super common, but during my freshman year, the pandemic was still a pretty big concern, so we technically had a 6 minute passing period. Bell one: Freshmen and Sophomores (9-10) would go to their next class; Bell two: that's when 9 and 10 classes should be in their next period, and when Juniors and Seniors (11-12) left the classroom. Bell three signified the end of passing period, and when Juniors and Seniors had to be in class. It was to avoid so many people in the halls at once.

Fourth, the school bell: it depends on the school to every degree. At my elementary school (kindergarten-6th grade) there was no bell at all. In my middle school (7-8), it literally sounded like a hockey buzzer when I went, but is much more calm now, just a prolonged key. At my home high school (9-10) it is like four or five quarter notes of the same key. At my vocational school (11-12), it's much more... inconsistent? The building is quite new, so things are still shifting. Last year it was just a prolonged key as well, but most days this year it's been like a bunch of sixteenth notes? It sounds like you shoved the speaker for the bell underwater and it's just bubbling out in chunks. I am very sure that there are still schools with the classic briiing bell sound. My first couple visits to the high school in my town (my home high school) there were still the bells on the wall, they just weren't active.

(PS: A vocational school is a school that you attend specifically to study a specific career path during your high school years, usually to avoid the need for college.)

#comment if you need clarity on something #woo this was a long boy #nerdy prudes must die #starkid #hatchetfeild #richie lipschitz #max jagerman #peter spankoffski #pete spankoffski #ruth fleming #steph lauter #grace chasity #i kinda got lost at some point(s)#the american school system #ask your not-so-l0cal l0ser #high school is killing me

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we-will-be-reun1ted · 6 months

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─── ⋆⋅Body⋅⋆ ───

Okay so first straight off the bat, the twins are not human. That’s canon and that’s been established. So in my eyes, that means they aren’t going to have the same kind of bodies.

I’m not going to go into their appearances in this post as that’s a completely different thing. I may draw them but I’m not getting my hopes up.

Anywho bodies! So. The twins have very specific functions to do with their bodies to make it easier for them to travel around space from universe to universe. Starting of with this - they do not have stomachs.

I imagine that since they are travelling around space a lot when they aren’t in a world, they don’t really have much to eat up there. So the food that they do eat when they are in a world actually gets absorbed into their bodies and converted into energy rather than just being digested. This means that they don’t need the bathroom, don’t gain or lose weight or anything like that.

When travelling space they can’t really take food since on average the food will probably disintegrate into a dust and undergo chemical changes in the vacuum. So, to be able to have the energy to travel for a long time, they have to eat a lot of food before leaving. Like tons. The amount that would make even Paimon nervous.

The both feel pretty sick afterwards but it works!

Another thing kinda cool about their bodies is that the twins are able to change certain aspects about their body.

An example of this is that they could technically change their physical genders if they really want to.

I imagine both of them are comfortable in their genders (Lumine a girl, Aether a guy) but they weren’t really born as such. These two were created from an explosion and a lot of things happening at the same time which just so correlated to them being made. They were both kind of one being that split into two. Basically, shooting stars in the vessel as humans.

Neither were raised on a gender or had any concept of that until they started travelling to other worlds, which is when they technically ‘chose’ what to be.

This can be physically changed. It would take a lot of their energy but if they had the will and want, they could do it.

This doesn’t really happen though as it takes way too much of their energy and they are both happy as they are.

This is kind of relating to the last one about being able to change things about their body

This is a bit of an odd one so bare with me. Kinda inappropriate but in the biology class inappropriate way.

Right, they have stuff like sperm, egg, normal stuff like that though like ✨yassified✨cause these mfs ain’t human. Maybe Aethers cum is glittery or something I don’t fucking know.

Whatever so the cool thing about them is they are able to literally turn their fertility on and off like a switch. Neither want kids. They are planning on travelling forever why would either want to settle down and start a family with someone they meet in one of the worlds. I’m gonna use Lumine as an example of this in the least graphic terms possible.

So as I’ve said, Lumines a sexual being. Nothing wrong with that. When she has sex, she doesn’t have to use any form of protection as she can just turn her fertility off pretty much. If she ever wanted a child she could pretty much just turn her eggs or whatever back on and then bam. It does take a few days for her body to adjust so she would have to do it a few days prior. This is the same for Aether.

This one’s just weird to be honest. I say as if the last three haven’t been just as weird.

The two are able to grown back their limbs like lizards can crow back their tails.

I don’t say that lightly. They can’t just go “oh haha I’m gonna cut off my arm and throw it at someone for a funny prank XD” and then immediately grow it back. No it’s an extremely long and painful process. Firstly, losing the limb would be just as painful as it would be for the normal person. Maybe slightly less as they both have incredibly high pain tolerances, but certainly not ideal. To make matters worse, the growing part would be even more painful and cost them a LOT of energy.

It would take a long ass time. It’s not just gonna grow back overnight. And even after it’s back they are going to struggle to move it or do anything with it for a while afterwards so it will just be limp next to them for a while. They will basically have to relearn movements in that limb.

Say for example, Aethers right leg is cut off, poor guy. Once it grows back, if he had any scars or tattoos or anything on it previously it would no longer be there. It will be completely plain. A normal leg.

A rule for this is the brain must still be fully functioning with the rest of the body for this to work. You can’t just cut off one of their heads and expect the body to start growing again. If you cut off the head, they die. Simple.

#genshin #genshin impact #aether genshin impact #lumine genshin impact #lumine #lumine headcanons #aether #aether headcanons #lumine and aether #aether and lumine #genshin traveler #genshin twins #genshin headcanons #starcrossed headcanons

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The rule - m. Estapa

Summary- when Luke hughes twin sister breaks the one rule main rule.

details - grace Hughes x Mark estapa , friends to lovers, forbidden relationship, mentions of alcohol/underage drinking

(Disclaimer this is my first fic in a very long time so if it’s not great I’m so sorry lol)

One rule. There was always one rule.

Don't date your brother's teammates….

Now the rule never actually ever had to be said to Grace because it never seemed like it simply would be an issue. Quinn’s teammates were too old, so were Jack's, and by the time both grace and Luke were old enough to date she had absolutely zero interest in any of them. The rule never had to be said but it was still there and always followed. That was until college. Over the start of freshman year, Grace had gotten really close with the hockey team, especially the freshman. Sure she had been close with Luke’s teammates before but this was different especially with Mark Estapa. Mark Fucking Estapa.

It was about the end of October when it hit her that she felt more than friendly about him. It was at some random party after she had come back from getting a drink and saw some girl talking to him and felt weird, like weird weird, Weird in your heart. Grace was jealous. Oh. oh shit. oh fuck. The party soon ended for her with a quick “I'm tired and don't feel so well” to her confused brother while dragging Beck, her roommate and best friend back to their dorm by her sleeve. So that leads the pair to where they are now. Beck watching Grace pace like a crazy person back in their dorm.

Grace’s pov:

“If you pace any faster our carpet is going to light on fire dude, what happened that we had to leave so bad?” beck said worried, she knows You never wanted to leave early.

“It’s bad beck so very bad.”

“Are you dying? Cause that would suck.”

“No?! No... I like mark.” I mumble out looking at her like she’s just automatically supposed to know why it’s such a big deal.

“Oh. well duh,” She looked at me like I had just told her the sky is blue.

“What do you mean duh?!” I say, still freaking out.

“Literally it’s the most obvious thing ever, you guys are glued at the hip, he’s always the second person you say hi to in a group, 1st if your brother isn’t there.”

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes, but I do not see the issue here, you guys would be cute anyways,” she says shrugging.

“You don't get it b, The one rule is never date your brother's teammates I’ve never not followed it. It has never even had to be said to me that's how well I follow it.”

“If it hasn't been said to you then technically…”

“No. Especially with Luke's teammates, you know how overprotective he is. He will lose it.”

“Ok well I doubt he knows right now, he’s kinda oblivious, no offense,” she says quickly. “None taken.” “Plus you guys aren't dating or doing anything so technically you are not breaking a single rule” Beck calms me down.

“You’re right, as long as we don’t do anything it’s fine. It’s not a sin to have a crush.”

“When am I wrong? I’m going to go get water, all the being right made me thirsty” she says in her usual sarcasm. I get into bed and low and behold there's a text from speak of the devil.

“Hey, are you okay? luke said you left early so I just wanted to check in”

“Yeah all good just wasn't feeling too hot plus I have class kinda early, thanks for checking in <;3”

“No need to thank me, it's the good thing to do, night! :)”

“Night! :)”

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It was about a month later, funny enough at a party. It was an end of semester one that some of the guys were throwing. Grace has somewhat distanced herself from Mark which is hard when he’s around 24/7. She did not want to be distant, it was killing her. After all, he was a friend first and she missed him, she missed him a lot. So that's what led her to where she is now, about 4 drinks in trying to distract herself until she can go home for break in two days. It was harder to avoid him than normal tonight. Beck had gone home early so Graces only option was the guys, that explains the 4 dirty Shirley's. Now she wasn’t usually an emotional drunk but with everything building up tonight she was. She felt like she was about to burst into tears any second. With Beck gone unless luke walked her back she had no way of getting back to the dorms. All She wanted was to go to her dorm and let it all out.

“Hey Luke, I know it’s early but I really don’t feel well can you walk me home now?” Grace slurred out.

“Yeah, you okay? You look like you're about to cry.”

“I'm f-fine just very drunk and not feeling well.” Then suddenly another voice speaks up.

“Hey I got that water you wanted lu- Woah Gracie you okay?” Great the last person she needed to see right now.

“I was just about to take her home, I think she drank too much and is overwhelmed,” Luke spoke up.

“I can walk her home, I should probably get some stuff done before I leave anyway” Mark suggested.

“Yeah ok, is that ok Gracie?”

“Yeah” she whispers, she felt bad for making luke take her home anyway. As long as she stayed silent and he just dropped her off she should be fine. She hopes.

The walk home was silent which usually was unlike grace, especially around him. Once the pair reached her dorm she realized that she had left her keys at the house. That’s when the floodgates opened, the tears she had been holding in all night just came pouring out.

“Woah, Woah, Gracie what's wrong?” Mark asked worriedly.

“I- I left my keys at the house I- I’m sorry,” she said sobbing.

“Hey, Hey it’s ok we can just go to mine, for now, okay?”

“Yeah, ok” Grace sniffed.

When they got to his dorm and sat on his bed, he sat down next to her typing something quickly on his phone. She could tell he wanted to say something but wanted to let her calm down first.

“I don’t want to push but are you okay? I’m worried Gracie you have been distant lately and tonight, I just want to know you are ok. Is there an issue? Did something happen”

“Kind of” she whispered, still drunk she can tell she is about to say something you shouldn’t.

“What's the issue?” Mark says softly.

“You.”

“What? Did I do something?” he says sounding hurt.

“it’s silly I just-”

“Please tell me, please”

“I- I like you and not in the best friend way, which is terrible not cause of you, but because I’m not allowed to like you. That stupid rule of never date your brother’s teammates is just always there and I've never cared about it until now but I really like you. Which sucks to admit cause you probably don’t feel the same which makes this even worse.” She said letting it all out and was crying again, she’s still drunk whether it’s on the alcohol or emotions at this point she isn’t sure.

“You like me?”

“Yeah…” he didn’t say anything he just looked at her. But before her brain could go into overdrive with thoughts he leans in and kisses her. It’s soft and gentle, it’s all she ever wanted.

“I- that was” she stuttersout.

“Great, really great,” he replied with a soft look still holding her. There was a knock on the door which caused both of them to spring apart.

“That’s probably eddy I texted him to bring your keys when he came back, we can talk about this more later right?” he replied almost sad.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” she said a little sad.

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The next morning she woke up with maybe the worst headache she’d ever felt. At first, she did not remember much from last night but then it hit her like a train going at full speed with no plan of stopping.

Oh shit.

part 2

#mark estapa #umich hockey #mark estapa x reader #Hughes!reader #meg writes <3

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Around the Corner (Part 8)

Oliver puts his plan into action and the Reader makes a surprising- and wonderful- discovery.

Oliver Wood x Ravenclaw!Reader

3.3k words

Part 7

Warnings: lots of fluff, dialogue taken directly from ‘You’ve Got Mail’ because Nora Ephron is the best

A/N: Here it is, the finale! Thank you so much for reading. This might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m really sad to be done, but I’m super excited to share this story with you 💕

A few more weeks passed of Oliver sending letters back and forth with Y/N. He took care to avoid the topic of meeting during that time and provided only non-committal answers to her questions.

In the meantime, he enjoyed his budding friendship with the girl he now willingly admitted he was absolutely infatuated with. The two found themselves spending a lot of time together; sometimes they talked about the pen pal situation, with Oliver coming up with more and more ridiculous explanations about who the pen pal was, but more often than not they talked about everyday things like quidditch, their classes, what they did at home during the summer. And Oliver relished every opportunity to get to talk to Y/N as himself, no hiding behind letters; just Oliver.

This new normal led to a Saturday morning sitting by the lake, enjoying the bright sunshine and no impending quidditch matches or tests. Oliver had set down his sweatshirt on the grass for Y/N to sit on and laid himself down on his back, propped on his elbows. He glanced up at Y/N, pretending that he wasn’t soaking in every drop of her beauty.

“Alright, what’d he say?”

A smile spread across Y/N’s face as she unfolded her latest letter. “Read for yourself.”

Pretending he had not just written this exact letter, Oliver skimmed the parchment quickly. “This afternoon?” he asked, hoping he wasn’t too obvious in his acting. Y/N nodded enthusiastically as Oliver handed the letter back to her. “On the quidditch field. How romantic.”

“He knows it’s pretty much my favorite place on the grounds,” she explained, folding the note back up and sticking it in her jeans pocket.

Oliver gazed at her, admiring the slight flush in her cheeks and the sparkle in her eye, thinking about how he’d grown to love so much about her these last few weeks; the way the stuck her tongue out slightly when she was deep in thought, her knack for just the right trivia fact or book reference to sprinkle into a conversation, the head tilt she swore she did not do when she was focused on whatever task was at hand. Then there was her confidence, whether on the quidditch pitch, in the classroom, or just goofing around in front of her friends; her bold kindness, not soft or gentle like other people Oliver knew, but an aggressive love she showed to the people she cared about; and of course, her physical beauty, which he’d always begrudgingly admitted to noticing, but now fully basked in. All these things combined into one incredible person that Oliver wished he had known all these years. Merlin, he’d wasted too much time.

As he studied her, Oliver began to wonder. “Can I ask you somethin’?”

“Hmm?” She looked down at Oliver, smiling what he now thought of as a dazzling smile. “What’s up?”

He thought a moment, choosing his words with care. “D’you ever think, if you weren’t you, and I wasn’t me, if things hadn’t been broken for so long…” He trailed off with a shrug, looking up into her eyes, seeing the same pondering expression he knew his held.

She hummed thoughtfully and turned her gaze to the lake. “We would’ve been friends sooner,” she supposed. “Best friends, probably.” With a shrug, she looked back down at Oliver.

Oliver sat up now, nodding. “Best friends,” he echoed. He met her eyes, searching them for a reaction as he continued. “And one day, I would’ve looked at you, and something in my head would just click.” He snapped his fingers. “And I’d ask you out for a butterbeer, or ice cream, or dinner… and I wouldn’t have been able to wait until the end of the date to lean in for that first kiss.”

There it was, the very thing he was hoping for: a deep flush in her cheeks, her eyes widening slightly with each word out of his mouth.

“Oliver…” she sighed, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear; a nervous habit of hers, Oliver had discovered. She let out the smallest chuckle, clearly lost for words.

He continued. “And we would’ve never been at war, we’d never played those stupid pranks on each other, or said a cruel word to one another. The only thing we’d fight about would be whose common room to hang out in on a Friday night.”

A tiny smile formed on those lips Oliver found himself staring at far too often. “Now, who fights about a silly thing like that?” she asked quietly.

Oliver shook his head gently. “Some people. Not us.”

“We would never,” she agreed.

“If only,” he sighed, almost too quiet to hear.

A pause filled the air, along with the electricity between the two of them. Somewhere in the distance they could hear the sounds of people chattering and hanging out, but in this moment, they were in a world of their own. Oliver almost wished he could freeze this moment, where they were on the same page, both wishing they could somehow turn back time and do things differently. Do things right.

She cleared her throat, starting to get up. “I… I should go, er, get ready-”

Oliver took her hand, urging her to sit back down. “Well, let me ask you something.” Y/N resumed her seat, her cheeks still deep red. Oliver took a breath before continuing. “How can you forgive this guy for standing you up, and not forgive me for this tiny little thing… of making your life miserable since we were twelve?” His hand reached up to gently touch her cheek, which was just as soft as he expected it to be, if not a bit warm. He dipped his head, looking up at her through his lashes. “Oh, how I wish you would.”

They stared at each other, Oliver’s hand still on her cheek. He could see the rapid calculations going on behind her eyes, the same way she would look around the quidditch pitch to find an open teammate to pass to. He could almost swear he saw some tears there, too.

She swallowed hard. “I really have to go,” she finally whispered.

Oliver let go. “Yeah. You don’t want to be late.”

When Y/N stood up, Oliver could see her legs shaking slightly. She bent down and picked up Oliver’s hoodie, handing it to him. “I’ll see you later?” It was more question than statement.

“Of course,” Oliver answered with a small smile, taking the balled up sweatshirt. “I want to hear all about your meeting.”

The tension in Y/N’s shoulders relaxed a bit. “Really?”

Oliver nodded. “Absolutely. Believe me, Y/N, I want you to be happy.”

“Thank you, Oliver.” She turned and walked away briskly, her head down, arms crossed. About halfway across the grass, she turned and looked back at Oliver, who offered a tiny wave.

Once she turned back around and continued towards the castle, Oliver checked the watch on his wrist. He jumped up; he had somewhere to be as well.

“I have nothing to wear,” I grumbled as I dug through my trunk, poking through various pairs of jeans, t-shirts, and sweaters that were tucked in among my uniforms, undoing the house-elves’ meticulous folding.

“Want to borrow something of mine?” Penelope distractedly offered from her spot on her bed, where she copied notes from a textbook, watching my panic with only vague interest.

I shook my head. “You don’t have anything to wear either.” Closing my eyes, I paused my search and turned to face Penelope. “Crap. I’m sorry, Pen. I didn’t mean-”

She waved me off, unbothered. “You’re fine,” she chuckled. “You’re nervous.”

“Very,” I admitted, turning my attention back to my trunk. “Seriously, what is wrong with me? Why do I have such rubbish taste in clothes?”

“Okay, okay, I’m here to rescue you.” Maggie stood in the doorway, hands behind her back. “Wear. This.” With a flourish, she revealed the same little blue dress I’d worn to the party in the Gryffindor common room.

The tip of my nose grew warm just thinking of that party. “I dunno Maggie…”

She shoved the dress at me. “You look great in it. I remember the look on Wood’s face when you were wearing that thing. And he wasn’t the only guy looking. I promise, you’re gonna knock this boy’s socks off.”

I stared down at the dress in my hands. It was a cute dress. And there was no denying, especially after this morning, that Oliver had clearly liked the way I looked in it; shouldn’t this guy like it too?

“Fine, fine,” I grumbled, suppressing a grin. “I’ll wear the dress.”

About fifteen minutes later, I stared at myself in the mirror, unable to help admiring how I looked. The dress was even more flattering that I remembered, I’d put on a touch of makeup, and Penelope had done something miraculous to my hair. I slipped on a pair of sneakers, which Maggie assured me was just cute and casual enough.

I gave a quick twirl in front of my friends. “What do we think?”

“Approved,” Maggie declared, giving a thumbs up.

“Very cute,” Penelope agreed, a smile on her face.

With a deep breath and a wave to the girls, I walked out the door and began what I knew would be a long walk to the quidditch pitch.

Oliver sat on his bed, parchment in hand. Of all the letters he and Y/N had exchanged, this was the one that mattered the most. He’d read it so many times he lost count; but he just had to read it once more.

Dear Oliver-

I’ve got to tell you before I explode: I’m mad about you. Absolutely over the moon.

You’re the best-looking boy in our year, by far. You have the most beautiful eyes, and your smile lights up any room. When you look at me, I feel like I could melt. And when you talk to me, I feel like my heart is about to jump out of my chest.

I’ve liked you since our very first day of Hogwarts. I don’t think you remember the first time we saw each other, but I remember it clear as day. You were looking for a seat on the train, and our eyes locked for a brief moment. You didn’t sit with me, but I wish you had.

I don’t know if you like me back, but I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing Oliver. And I know you’re going to be a famous quidditch player in the future. I can’t wait to watch you play in the Quidditch World Cup someday.

I’m not going to tell you who I am- yet. Maybe someday I will. And maybe someday you’ll like me as much as I like you.

-Your Secret Admirer

Oliver smoothed the parchment carefully, letting the words wash over him. She’d liked him so much. It was painfully clear looking back; that little twelve-year-old girl used to talk to him every chance she got, asked him questions she definitely already knew the answer to, and he’d caught her staring at him on more than one occasion. He remembered now how, after he’d cruelly read the letter in front of everyone, she stopped talking to him. When he tried to tease her the way he often did, she’d snapped at him. He then decided she was a stuck-up snob, and thus their war began.

But there it was, in his hands, proof that, at least for a moment in time, she had been desperately in love with him. And Oliver was ready to find out if she could be again.

Has the pitch always been this far? I asked myself as I walked. Somehow, in my quidditch robes with my teammates, it had always seemed like a short stroll from Ravenclaw tower or the Great Hall. But now? I felt like I was hiking across the country.

On my way I saw some people out and about, enjoying the day; I ignored the curious glances from some classmates who were clearly thrown off by my not-so-typical outfit choice. In the distance, I could see the familiar stands and hoops, so I focused my attention there instead of the looks on people’s faces.

Despite the excruciatingly long walk, I stood before the entrance to the pitch much sooner than I had anticipated. My palms became wet as my face warmed up. Would he be there this time? Or was I about to be disappointed all over again?

For the millionth time in the last few weeks, my thoughts tiptoed away from my pen pal to Oliver Wood. He was the first boy I’d ever written a love letter to, after all. Part of me wondered if I’d done the right thing by the lake, choosing this meeting over him. I shoved down the queasy feeling in my stomach, willing myself to ignore the question.

Instead, I walked boldly onto the field, eyes scanning the green for any sign of life. I was a bit surprised to find that no one was hanging out in the stands and that none of the teams took advantage of the free day to practice; in the back of my head I supposed that only Oliver and I were that excessive.

It felt strange to walk around an empty pitch, but I couldn’t help but enjoy the quiet moment, the calm before the- no, not storm. Something better. Much better, I hoped.

Please come, I begged internally as I walked in a circle in the middle of the field. Don’t let me down again.

As I turned around, I spotted a figure strolling through the entrance of the pitch. My heart nearly stopped as I paused mid-step. With a deep breath, I steadied myself and tried to make out the figure walking towards me. After a moment, I saw them perfectly.

“Oliver!” I called with a laugh. “Come on, get out of here.”

As he got closer, I recognized the expression on his face. It was the one he wore when he had something serious to do; a quidditch match, a big test, asking Professor McGonagall to get the twins out of Saturday detention so they could play. And now he wore it as he approached me, one hand behind his back.

When he stood in front of me, I opened my mouth to ask what he was doing-

“Your favorite holiday is Christmas,” he began slowly. “George Harrison is your favorite Beatle because you think ‘Here Comes the Sun’ is the most beautiful song of all time. You make your mum send you photos of your dog every week because you miss him so much. You played football from the time you could walk, and you and your dad go see a match together every summer.”

“What are you-?”

Before I could finish my question, he pulled his hand out from behind his back, revealing the library’s copy of Pride and Prejudice. “You’ve read all of Jane Austen’s novels, and you’ve read this one every year since you were twelve,” he continued. “And you laugh out loud at Mr. Collins’ stupid comments at dinner and you think ‘I send no compliments to your mother’ is the greatest insult of all time and you cry every time Mr. Darcy says-” He took a deep breath. “‘If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.’”

My body was frozen as he gazed at me expectantly. This recital of facts were all things I had told my pen pal in my letters.

My pen pal.

With a gasp, my hands flew to my mouth as realization dawned on me. For once in my life, I was standing in front of Oliver Wood, speechless. He gave a deep nod as he saw the understanding in my eyes and reached into the book for a piece of parchment.

“And you wrote me this letter in our second year,” he explained slowly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction as he held up the parchment. “A letter I obviously didn’t deserve. And I was cruel, and I hurt you. And you understandably hated me.” He let out a small chuckle and shook his head. “So, now I’m standing in front of you, half agony, half hope, wondering if we could, at the very least, be friends? Because you’ve become one of the most important people in my life, and I dunno what I’d do if- if you stopped talking to me.” He took a deep breath, now finished with his speech. Waiting for my answer.

Before my thoughts could even begin to settle, I lifted myself onto tiptoe to wrap my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a kiss. My twelve-year-old self was dancing in circles as Oliver’s lips met mine and his hands found my waist, pulling me closer. His lips were soft against mine, the way I always knew they would be. He let out a small hum into the kiss, the vibration from his chest sending a chill down my spine. He pulled back, planted one more peck on my lips, and smiled at me.

“So you’re not mad?” he asked, leaning his forehead against mine.

“A bit annoyed at myself for not realizing it sooner,” I admitted, laughing. “When did you know it was me?”

“That day at the Three Broomsticks,” he explained. “I saw it was you and… well I almost ran away honestly. But Percy scolded me into going inside.” He bit his lip. “But I was still too cowardly to tell you who I was. ‘m sorry about that.”

I shook my head, which was still reeling. “I don’t blame you,” I assured him. “We… we were awful to each other. It’s like you said this morning, if only things hadn’t been so broken…”

He shrugged his broad shoulders. “Just means we have some lost time to make up for.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “I’m game if you are.”

“Have you ever known me to back down from a challenge, Wood?”

Oliver laughed and let go of me, throwing his arm around my shoulders as he led me off the pitch, the book in his free hand at his side. “Come on then. I think I still owe you a drink at the Three Broomsticks.”

We strolled across the green grass and out of the pitch, both of us smiling, breathy chuckles escaping every time we looked at each other- which was a lot. His arm felt good wrapped around me, as if it belonged there.

“Y’know, I’ve got about a million questions,” I informed Oliver as I leaned my head on his shoulder.

“And you know I’ll answer all of ’em,” he assured me, planting a kiss on the top of my head, ignoring the gawking stares of everyone we passed by. I knew it would be a while before those stares died down.

“That was a very pretty speech back there,” I teased.

He chuckled as we made our way towards the familiar path to Hogsmeade. “Thanks. Been practicing it all week.”

“Yeah, I especially liked… oh what was it you said?” I feigned thinking for a moment. “‘Half agony, half hope’?” I asked with a smirk. “You also read Persuasion, eh?”

Oliver laughed and pulled me closer. “What can I say? You’ve turned me into a Jane Austen fan. I’m tackling Northanger Abbey next.”

“I told you she’s the best,” I said with a dreamy sigh.

Oliver stopped, wrapping his arms around me like he had on the quidditch pitch. “Yeah, but I think you’re my favorite writer.” He kissed me again; I wondered if I’d ever get used to the fireworks I felt when our lips met. “Promise you’ll still write me love letters?”

“Promise.”

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