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beelz-bub · 5 months

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Here's the Dark Medieval Mystery Drama AU I mentioned before :D

I'm still working on the rest of the references but I'll shove a little story summary under the cut, if you have any questions I'd lovvee to answerrr

The basic plot is Scarab, who's known as The Crimson Knight, is sent to complete a secret mission for the Queen (who is Princess Bubblegum, her name is Queen Bonnibel), so she assigns Finn and Jake to watch over The Cube (a cursed magic item that poses a threat to the kingdom, The Crimson Knight's main job is to watch over The Cube). While watching over it, Jake gets curious and investigates it, only to discover Spectro the Wishgranter inside, who's a cool dude, and they become friends. The legend says that Queen Bonnibel in her early years asked for a wish from the cube upon its discovery only to be cursed with a horrible punishment, immortality with a cost (she suffers more pain the longer she lives).

The mystery drama comes in and Finn and Jake eventually look into it more, now protecting Spectro. They discover that it was all a lie, the Queen along with the Crimson Knight have been abusing Spectro's wish ability (he can give as many wishes as he wants). There's more to it, but I'm still working on everything lmaoo

- characters -

Queen Bonnibel - Human cursed by The Cube to be immortal, has lived for 2,000 years. (this is a lie, she's secretly made of candy, The Cube is just her way of staying in power. She takes advantage of Spectro)

Finn the Knight - a young but loyal knight, only here to serve and protect the kingdom from evil. Has previously fought the Lich, an evil necromancer that sought to kill all life. His success in the battle shot him up to top knight under Crimson.

Jake the Monster - A being of unknown origin, he is trying to find his real family and discover what he is. A brother to Finn, Jake is his companion. The two are always side-by-side.

Crimson Knight - A being of high power and status in the kingdom. The queen's top knight and right-hand man. A bug creature from unknown origin, he takes his knightship very seriously. While Crimson is being shown off around the kingdom, surprisingly, most people can't recall a time they've ever been in contact with him for more than a few moments. Finn has only ever said one thing to him, and then never saw the bug again (despite Crimson being his superior). His real name is Scarab, prefers Crimson Knight as a professional name.

Spectro the Wishgranter - A malevolent being residing inside of The Cube, a cursed magic item of great power. When given a wish, the wish maker receives a horrible punishment in return. The Cube is kept on lockdown deep inside of the castle, protected by the Crimson Knight himself so no one is swayed by the evil deity. (all a lie of course. Spectro isn't evil, he just has an unfortunate circumstance. His shadow is the evil part, a separate being from himself. When released from the cube, both beings are set free. Spectro is kept inside to keep his shadow on lockdown too. His wishes are never evil, you can have as many as you desire. When touching the cube you enter his domain and meet the Wishgranter, he's a nice guy, and never would hurt a soul.)

**The Queen is both in the wrong and is right to keep Spectro locked down. She just takes advantage of his wishes and lies about what he is to dissuade people from looking into him. Trusting that this evil being is being contained responsibly. Spectro's shadow does pose a threat to the kingdom if released.

#Roman Skies AU #Prismo #Scarab #Prismo the Wishgranter #Crimson Knight #Monster Jake #adventure time #fionna and cake #adventure time au #prohibitedwish #Prisjake #Spectro

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jellazticious · 3 months

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bing bong bootleg SS au

very long ramble under the C

stuff are subjected to change

The working title isn't solidified but I'm leaning on either Candy Castle or Pastry Castle

Tho I think I'm gonna go for pastry cuz it has the same amount of letters as castle much like pizza and tower have the same number too

The tower is a gingerbread castle. According to a friend of mine (It's Beefy, it's always Beefy go follow him) that Hispanics love their bakeries and yeah, I guess that makes sense. Not only do I have a theme based on the protag's culture but also the theme gets narrowed down to just baked sweets. Candy in general is too broad, I would die figuring out how to put every kind of sweet in it, and if I did it's gonna be really cluttered hooboy

Noise is called Theo because that's Peppino's name formula. Peppino is a nickname for Giuseppe so I thought I'd give Noise's swap a nickname to Theodore as the main name

Hazel Nutt is pretty self explanatory cuz Noisette means hazelnut in French

Their outfits are pretty simple to mirror Peppino and Gustavo's with just coloured shirts and aprons

Hazel doesn't get a mount because she would have Theo's prototype rocket skates. Just like Gus, she would have different stages of getting used to the skates per floor. First she gets blasted from end to end cuz she can't control the thrust. Second, she manages to turn it off but she's trying to keep balance on it. Third, she catches her breath now that she could stand still without moving or slipping. Next she would make a card castle, in reference to the very castle they're inside. and lastly she'd be holding a box of sweets without giving a shit about the scary floor.

To parallel the og Noisette, Hazel would smile bigger when Theo faces her direction.

Hazel is also Theo's delivery gal to match and switch with how Peppino WAS Gustavo's delivery guy

The "kick the rat" function would be Hazel swinging one of the skates and the cops grabbing Brick would instead hold a weapon detector that also functions as a magnet

Unlike Peppino, Theo is more aggressive than anxious. Imagine an injured cat defending itself from what it thinks is a threat

the name of Pizzaface's swap is Pieface for obvious reasons 😭

but HEAR ME OUT

both pizzaface and pieface are used as insults. pizza face is used for people with so much acne and pie face is used for someone with a flat face or dull expression. It isn't just a pun on what food the characters are made of. Pieface is also a reference to the trope where people headshot other people with pies. With the mech floating towards the protag, it would look like a pie is being thrown and targeted at Theo

Honestly drawing what food makes his face is so fun. Did you know that before the croissant smile it was supposed to be syrup shaped to a smile? The nose was a long whip of cream before turning into a cut strawberry for the mustache effect

Pizzahead's candy version would be called Gingerhead because of how ridiculous it sounds.

Gingerhead is based on Willy Wonka much like how Pizzahead is based on Ronald McDonald which is why he has more of a showman look than a clown look

okay side note, it just occured to me how ironic PH being based on Ronald is considering McDo's isn't a pizza place

actually Wonka doesn't even sell cakes and shit so, I guess it's fair game

Theo has the nickname Muffinman to reference the rhyme. but this time, it's the gingerbreadman chasing the baker

Next up is Mr S, who would be Peppino but he becomes rich. Mr S is the stage name he uses. He is a known celebrity much as Noise is but he is more of a boxer than a host. Like Dwayne Johnson or something. His name is partially a reference to ResEvil's Mr X, another absolute unit of a guy

also the reason why he doesn't wear a shirt. He's committing to the bit. If he needs to cover himself when he isn't playing a role, then there's his robe. He doesn't take out his mask most of the time tho

Mr S's mask is based on the Chef Raider design but also part of the scrapped superhero design much like Pizzano. Actually speaking of Pizzano, S is characterized so similarly to him cuz Pizzano is the only SS character who was actually written well to my standards. To be fair we've seen too much of Peppino to flunk characterizing him sksksk

Since this is Peppino that Mr S is based on, he's not as tech savvy or as self centered as Noise so he doesn't have robots that look like himself. Instead he has ants for a crew

the ants swap the place of rats. the rats in PT reference the new york pizza rat while ants just generally eat your food especially if it's sweet when left alone for five minutes

the ants come from Mr G, who would be Gustavo's swap with Noisette. He's Mr S's lawyer. at the end of S's bossfight, G would snatch him away with Click (the ant) because S would make a foul and embarrassing move on live camera

I can't seperate Gustavo and Brick so Click stays with Mr G instead of assisting Hazel

inside what would be Noisette cafe, instead of Mr G and Click being behind the counter, they would be sitting as customers next to Caraman. the barista isn't seen anywhere

Honestly when I'm writing everyone, my logic of swapping them isn't "make them switch places AND personalities" but more of "write every single one of them with the og personality because giving them a different lifestyle/role would drastically change their motives and how they behave"

I'm practically just swapping each character's place of birth

I mentioned this because it's kinda funny with Noisette and Gus since they play the exact same role of assisting Peppino/Noise so swapping them won't change much in how they act. They also have the same cheery and welcoming personality by default so Hazel and Mr G would act REALLY similar to their og

The only difference is that Gustavo can be threatening whenever Peppino fucks up. It fits right in with being a lawyer for the same goon

Now we got Mel Caraman who would become this au's Vigi. Lemme just say off the bat that Caraman is just as delusional as Vigi. He gets hired as a guard for floor 2 and took it way too seriously that he thinks he's some sort of sentinel. Hired as a guard but thinks he's an ancient guardian or something

his name vaguely references James Bond because you also VAGUELY get "caramel" out of "Caraman, Mel Caraman"

Caraman is a caramel apple but he's half glazed to form an eyemask. he's also got a stick poking out his head that stretches his chorro hat. the big hat makes him look cooler anyways. Bro I was so ready to settle for a shitty wild west mayor hat and I owe Beefy one for suggesting a new hat. I was gonna make him look like Doug Dimmadome with the short brimmed tall hat😭😭😭

but yeah Caraman doesn't have the same dignity as Vigi does. He can fight crime decently on normal circumstances and badass when he's full serious. But like day in day out he's so obnoxious about looking for crime that people get tired of him nor would they take him seriously

he would also be mistaken for a pepper

Next to last, Cam M. Bert or just Bert who would take place of Pepperman. he's an artist who appreciates the world instead of himself, a freelancer also. There was only a bossfight because he was coincidentally commissioned to make a mural for the castle the same time Theo busts in. He didn't like how Theo ruined some of his works with his rush to open the door

Bert is a cream cheese instead of a cheese slime. his beret is actually a little cherry to distinguish him from the other creams.

Bert is really chill and humble, He's like Bob Ross, whenever he can, he'd try to talk about how every beauty in the world should be immortalized through a canvas

In parallel to Vigi's delusion of thinking he's a human, Bert thinks he's actually a living painting (which is completely possible for someone to be in the PT world since Pepperman was able to do it with his own art)

instead of a :{ face that Vigilante has, Bert has a :3 face

the naming formula is taken directly from Vigi

Vig E. Lantte

Cam M. Bert

There is a type of sweet cheese that's really creamy called camembert which his name is a direct reference from. Here is a picture of a camembert since it's hella cute

Camembert cheese was also suggested by Beefy, brother thank you for not allowing me to name this cunt Creamlad

Mr Lardo would be in place of Mr Stick but his motive is that he's collecting Theo's money on BEHALF of Mr Stick. They're probably the only ones who completely stay intact because there's not much canon info of Stick WITHIN the game itself I also feel he's a crossover character from his own "series" with how long McPig has him prior to PT so I just swap the character who makes the "cameo"

The toppins are still called toppins because they'd be used to decorate a cake or pie. They would be

Strawberry - Mushroom

Cream - Cheese

Cookie - Tomato

Icing (in a piping bag) - Sausage

actually I dont know yet for the pineapple but I'll get to it. I've only been figuring out this au since four days ago....

Lastly (of the characters), the Faker in this would be mechanical to match the original Noise's familiarity in robots

Fake Theo (temp name) would be engineered to be "Theo but way better" while actually being succesful with it. Faker would also sort of look like a mini figure of a ballerina. Referencing The Nutcracker

Opposite to Fake Peppino, Fake Theo is more graceful than terrifying but it's so uncanny how unnaturally pretty it is

and now some misc stuff

Title of the final level is When The Cookie Crumbles

the pepper pizza will be replaced with an extremely sweet pie and the immunity is caused by the sugar rush from it

Pizza Time is called Crunch Time

Pillar John would be a giant graham cracker since the walls are made of cookies instead of bricks. Gerome however, is a solidified bar of brownies. like a shittily made brownie that it just turned into a construction brick

Snotty is a pure white cream cheese and that's cuz he's actually made of glue. His name is Sticky

Pigs would either be bears or rabbits with how many times those two animals represented sweets

I'm gonna be clear with everyone here. I literally made this au cuz I'm going insane trying to make swap stuff with Pascal/Stefano when the au itself is so empty. sure it's colourful but it's so empty like I can't draw SS characters outside of poses

I tried like doing fanon modifications as I always do then there's so much I "modified" that at this point it's not Sugary Spire anymore. Just straight up a completely different au. The only similarity is that it's a swap au with sweets

it is what it is yknow. this is my life now. I said fuck it and went with the flow and boom, new personal au that I poured too much into

basically I blame Pascal for this

#Pizza Tower #tagging them as their og until I solidify the au #Pizzaface #Pizzahead #The Noise #Peppino Spaghetti #Noisette #The Vigilante #Pepperman #Gustavo and Brick #i drew this #Cookie Castle

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auras-moonstone · 7 months

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Hello! May I request an Ethan x reader, Hogwarts AU? The details don't really matter, but I just thought it'd be a cool idea. You're seriously my go-to acc when it comes to anything Ethan/Jack related, so I couldn't think of anyone better to request this to <3

hii, oh my god you don’t even know how excited i was while writing this! i’ve been wanting to write about hogwarts so i’m really glad you requested this! thank you so so much, i hope you enjoy it! 🤍

let the games begin — ethan landry

word count: 2,973

pairing: slytherin!ethan landry x hufflepuff!fem!reader

summary: when y/n, captain of the hufflepuff quidditch team, hears ethan, slytherin’s team captain, underestimating her team’s ability, they make a bet.

author’s note: i made the reader a hufflepuff bc that’s my house, not gonna lie.

WHEN Y/N RECEIVED THE LETTER FROM HER HEAD OF HOUSE informing she had been chosen to be Hufflepuff’s team Quidditch captain, she was absolutely appalled. Girls, sadly and unfairly, weren’t often given such positions, so she hadn’t expected it at all, no matter how skilled of a seeker she was.

Her stomach turned upside down as she skimmed through the words inked on the parchment over and over again. Of course she was happy to have been selected, but she couldn’t help but feel scared. It was twice the weight a normal captain had on their shoulders—not only she had to be a great captain because of the thrill of winning the Quidditch Cup, but she also had to prove women could do as well as men. If she failed, she knew that the chauvinistic assholes around the school would take the opportunity to state once more that women weren’t competent enough to hold such title.

Y/N was not going to let that happen, so she spent the remaining days of summer scheming tactics and a training routine. When she got back to Hogwarts, she felt more confident than ever, feeling she hoped she could transfer to her teammates.

The Hufflepuffs were beyond happy and excited to have her as their captain, especially her best friend Cedric, who had always told her she would be a fearless leader. The rest of the houses, though, the majority of the people in it didn’t have an ounce of faith on her and threw funny glances her way.

The day professor Hooch posted the upcoming matches, the funny glances turned into ones of pity. The first game of the season would be Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin, and the thoughts were loud around the castle—poor Y/N, Slytherin will sweep the air with her on her very first game as a captain; hope the Slytherins have some mercy on her. It was clear that pretty much everyone was confident on the outcome of the game. Especially the Slytherins.

“That game will be as easy as taking a candy from a baby.” the Slytherin captain’s voice ricocheted on the hallway Y/N was passing by. “We got the first match of the season on our bag, boys.”

Y/N clenched her jaw and marched towards them. “Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Landry.”

The tall, curly-haired boy tuned around with a smirk on his handsome face and looked down at her. “Oh, come on, Y/L/N. You don’t stand a chance, and everyone knows that.”

The corner of Y/N’s lips lifted up. “You know, everyone’s been throwing shit at me and my team without giving me the benefit of the doubt, and yeah it sucks a bit, but you know what I realized?”

“Nope, enlighten me” he said amused.

“Victory is going to taste much sweeter. And when you have to shake my hand after I kicked your ass, I hope you remember how you spoke too soon. And if you don’t, I’ll be there to remind you.”

A wave of respect passed through Ethan’s body. The way Y/N stood up for herself and her team made him feel some kind of way, though he very much liked to push her buttons so he continued with a playful smirk. “You seem pretty confident, Y/L/N. Wanna make a bet?”

“I’m listening” she held his glance.

“If I win, you’ll do my Potions homework for the rest of the season, if you win-”

“When” she corrected confidently. “And what can you offer me? Unlike you, I have a brain that is pretty capable of doing homework.”

He tried not to smile “If you win, I’ll buy you all the books you want each time we go to Hogsmade during this season.”

The Hufflepuff’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree. “Deal! Oh my god, I have a list of books I want and it’s very large, Landry”

“It’s very large, Landry. Can’t say I haven’t been told that before” he said with a mischievous smile and laughed at her disgusted expression.

“Poor soul, I’m afraid to inform you have been lied to.”

“Nah, you want proof? I’m very happy to show you”

“You’re repulsing” she scrunched her nose.

Ethan chuckled, she was adorable. “Do we have a deal, little badger?”

Y/N stretched out her hand “Deal.”

Y/N’S CONFIDENT SMILE LINGERED ON ETHAN’S MIND AND THERE WAS NOTHING THE BOY COULD DO TO ERASE THAT IMAGE. The girl was simply too perfect—gorgeous, smart, funny, brave, kind, confident and so adorable that everytime Ethan saw her on the hallways he wanted to wrap his arms around her tiny frame and squish her to death. He also loved how she didn’t take shit from anyone. Y/N was the exact personification of a badger—cute and friendly-looking, but if you poked her, the claws came out and she would not hesitate to scratch you with them.

Ethan didn’t know how he hadn’t noticed her before, but now that he did he couldn’t get her off his mind. Every glance and smirk Y/N sent his way felt like some sort of prize for him, and now that the day of the match had arrived, the feeling of uneasiness took over his chest. Would he still have her attention once their little bet was over? He guessed no, and so he made it his goal to ensure Y/N kept looking at him after it.

When the teams entered the pitch, the stands roared in excitement. While most of the people didn’t have faith on Y/N, they still rooted for Hufflepuff, because their hatred towards the house of serpents was stronger than the lack of faith on the female leader.

“Time to lose, are you ready for it?” Ethan smirked, holding out his hand for Y/N to take it.

Madame Hootch blew the whistle, and Y/N smirked back at the boy in front of her. “Let the games begin, Landry.”

When Y/N was in the air, the concept of time disappeared. She didn’t know if the game lasted 20 seconds or 20 years—what she did know, was that it ended as soon as the palm of her hand surrounded the golden snitch. Hufflepuff had beaten the Slytherin by 250 points, it’s been years since the last time the house of badgers won by so many points.

“Congratulations, Y/L/N. You were amazing” Ethan said with a, surprisingly for Y/N, genuine smile. As captains, they were the ones in charge of putting everything back in the supply closet, so they were now all alone.

“Thank you, Landry” she replied contently. She was beaming, and Ethan thought she couldn’t have looked more beautiful, even when covered in sweat and with her hair all messy from the wind. “You played amazing, too. Though, don’t think that your compliments are saving you from spending your money on me.”

“Wouldn’t dream on it” Ethan laughed. He couldn’t wait to spend his time with her, to get to know her better.

“Good. Now, let’s go back to the castle. I think you have Potions homework to do… on your own” she smirked playfully.

“You’re kinda mean for a Hufflepuff” he played back.

“Well, if we are stereotyping, you’re kinda nice for a Slytherin” Y/N bumped his forearm with her shoulder. The guy was super tall—and probably the most attractive human she had ever met.

“Kinda?!” he raised his voice, acting offended.

“Well, no matter how nice you are now, I didn’t forget the little scene at the hallway. You underestimated me and my team. The fact that I’m a girl doesn’t make me less capable, you know?”

Ethan frowned. “Wait, wait, wait” he stopped her by the shoulders, and she had to tilt her head up to look him in the face. “Yes, I thought your team would suck, but not because you’re a girl. Hufflepuff has come out in last place for years, that’s the only reason I said it. It has absolutely nothing to do with you.”

Y/N’s eyes softened a bit and nodded slowly “Okay”

“I’m serious. In fact, last year you were the only good player the team had. If Hufflepuff had points, it was all because of you. Because you never failed to catch that snitch. If you had had great players supporting you, you would’ve won that cup.”

“You think so?” Y/N asked, feeling the heat creep up from her neck right to her face. His face was so close, his eyes so bright and voice so soft and sincere that her heart went crazy.

“I know so, Y/N” he squeezed her waist. When did his hands get there and why did it feel so good? And why did her name sounded so much better coming from his lips?

“Thank you, Ethan”

Her smile was so shiny that could light up the whole castle “Just telling the truth. And hey, don’t tell this to my team but I’m not completely sad you won that game. I heard what they have been saying on the hallways, about you not good enough for the position just for being a girl. I’m glad you proved them wrong.”

Was it normal for her heart to be beating this fast? “Well, thank you for saying that. But the talking won’t stop, they are going to find another excuse to keep saying the same thing.”

“Then you’ll have to keep winning. Not that it will be a problem, because your team is very good this year”

“You shouldn’t say those things about the rival team, Ethan. I think you have a soft spot for me” she teased him.

“I have known that since that day at the hallway, Y/N. You aren’t saying anything I didn’t already know” he answered truthfully, catching her off guard. “Since that day, I knew you were special. And I’d like to know you better, if you let me.”

Y/N nodded with enthusiasm “Yes, I’d really really like that, Ethan”

“Would you like to go to Hogsmade with me? I know we kinda were already, because of the bet. But I mean, be with me the whole day” he said nervously.

“I would love to, Eth”

“Great, it’s a date” he said, and the blood rushed into her cheeks. “Awe, are you blushing for me? How cute”

“Shut up, asshole.” she pushed him away playfully.

“Let’s go, little badger” he felt a little bold, so he grabbed her hand and intertwined their fingers. Thankfully, she didn’t push him away, instead she squeezed his hand.

TURNS OUT, Y/N WAS RIGHT. Their victory wasn’t enough, people still weren’t aware of her talent as a captain and still found excuses to justify their win. Even after the following matches the Hufflepuff team won. People said it was beginners luck, that the teams took pity on her, or Ethan’s personal favourite: the Slytherin captain was so smitten with her that he let her win that first match and was helping her with tactics.

“That’s such bullshit! I mean, I am smitten with you but I would never let you win. The win is all on you” Ethan rambled as they made their way towards Hogsmade.

“I know, Eth. You don’t have to assure me, I know” Y/N laughed. “I have to say, it’s really cute that you are so mad about what they have been saying about me.”

“How are you not mad? It doesn’t make any sense. If you were a men, they would be kissing the floor you walked on”

“I know that too. But I have reached the point in where I’m just so sick of them coming at me that I just ignore it. If I react, they’ll say I’m overreacting and it’s just going to get worse”

“Today I almost punched a Gryffindor who was talking shit about you” he admitted.

“Please don’t punch anyone for me. It’s not worth it”

“Agree to disagree. If anyone is worthy, it’s you”

“You’re so sweet” she kissed his knuckles. “But really, don’t do it. Just imagine you punching him, that’s what I do”

“Fine” he scoffed. “Now, let’s get your books and see how much it hurts my wallet”

Y/N laughed. “You don’t have to buy me books, Eth. I only wanted to prove I’m good at being captain, and I did”

“Nope, I am buying you all the books you want.” Ethan said, opening the door of the book store. “Don’t hold back.”

Y/N didn’t hold back. Ethan exited the little bookshop with a bag full of romance books and a happy Y/N on his arm.

“Bet you regret that bet now” Y/N laughed.

“If there is something in my life I don’t regret is making that bet, Y/N” Ethan said in a serious tone. “Besides, I would’ve bought every single book in that shop if it meant you would keep smiling at me like that.”

Y/N couldn’t take it anymore, if she didn’t kiss Ethan she might die. So she carefully set one hand on the back of his neck while the other cupped his jaw and she stood on her tip-toes.

“I want to kiss you, Eth. Really really bad, is that okay?” she whispered.

Okay? It was more than okay. And instead of answering with words, he lowered his head and their freezing lips met. Suddenly the warm in their hearts nullified the icy feeling that the December snow had been putting on them. The air was extremely cold, but nothing seemed to matter other than the kiss they had been wanting since their small confrontation in the hallway at the beginning of the year.

THE REST OF THE SEASON WENT THE SAME WAY. Hufflepuff won almost every match, yet people still had doubts when it came to the captain—no matter how much she hustled and put in the work, they wouldn’t give her any credit and still questioned if she deserved the title. No matter how fast she ran, she couldn’t get there, she couldn’t earn their respect.

True to his word, Ethan never got physical with anyone who talked shit about his girl (which didn’t mean he wouldn’t call them out) and would instead reassure her countless time how capable and amazing she was. Which lifted her spirits more than he realized.

The final match was coming and Y/N could barely eat from nervousness—it would be Hufflepuff vs. Gryffindor and she knew it was going to be tough. Oliver Wood was a force to be reckoned with and so was his team.

The pressure was drowning her, it’s been years since she had seen the Hufflepuff house so hopeful, and if the victory slipped from her fingers it was really going to crush her. At least she had Ethan now, if she didn’t, she was pretty sure she would’ve already drowned—he was her life jacket. Cheesy, but true.

“Are you going to wear something yellow for me?” she asked in a teasing tone, straddling his lap. They were on the locker room, sitting on a bench as the girl waited for her team to arrive. Ethan was there for emotional support, because in only a few hours they would know who the cup will belong to this year.

“I’m always wearing something yellow when you play. Discreetly, of course. But not today, today everyone’s going to see me fully rooting for my girl” he said pressing kisses on her neck.

“Theres no way you’re going to do that in the middle of the Slytherin bleachers” Y/N laughed shaking her head. They had been keeping their relationship low-key, but now that the season was almost over they decided they didn’t want to hide it anymore.

“You wanna bet?” he smirked, making her laugh harder.

“Okay. If you win, I’ll let you use the Prefects bathroom” she said.

“Fuck, yes” he said excited. He had been begging her to let him use it, but like the good girl she was, she refused. She took the Prefect position as seriously as her captain position. “It’s almost time. Kick asses, babe”

“You bet I will”

“No matter what the outcome is, I want you to know I’m very proud of you. For being an amazing captain and for putting up with the shade everyone’s been throwing at you” Ethan said cupping her cheeks.

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears. “You don’t know how much it means to me, Eth. Thank you”

“You got this, babe. See you in a couple of hours, I’ll shower you with kisses. Everywhere” his eyes turned a little darker when he said the last word.

“Give me a preview?” she looked at him in the eyes.

“God, you can’t give me bed eyes when I’m supposed to leave” he groaned.

Y/N giggled and kissed his cheek “I love teasing you”

THE BATTLE FOR THE WIN HAD BEEN LONG, BUT THE HUFFLEPUFFS STOOD CHAMPIONS THAT AFTERNOON. They gave their blood, sweat and tears for that, and their karma came in form of a gold shiny cup.

Y/N’s karma was also her boyfriend, who sprinted towards her in a yellow shirt with the number 13 and her last name on the back. Ethan spun her in his arms as they both laughed and cried.

“You did it, babe. Holy shit” he said happily.

“And you wore a Hufflepuff shirt. My shirt! Oh my god” she laughed. “I love you”

Ethan stood still for a moment, but then he smiled widely. “I love you too. So much”

“Then kiss me for Merlin’s sake”

“I love you” he repeated when they pulled away. “Go celebrate with your team, Cap. Meet me at midnight at the bathroom?”

“I love you too. And yes, meet you there” she replied breathlessly.

“Underwear is optional, by the way” he whispered in her ear, making a rush of electricity run through her body.

“If it’s not necessary, then why wear it, right?” she smirked.

He kissed her once more. “Can’t wait”

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sarcastic--metaphor · 8 months

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Winter's Night

AKA frosty old man yaoi

I've been thinking a LOT about the newest Fionna and Cake episodes... i'm not sorry

AU where the Candy Queen never shows up and the F&C gang hang out in the winter kingdom for a while longer.

Excerpt:

He didn't know why, but Simon approached his double as he played away on the piano. Then again, in the Winter King's world, wasn't he the double?

"Yes?" the King asked, not even turning around. Simon paused, his bare feet seemingly stuck upon the frozen floor.

"I..." Simon came to the terrible realization that he didn't know what to say. Or why he'd even come here, following the other Simon's music, "I couldn't sleep."

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It'd been a day since they arrived in the Winter King's world. Or two now, given that it was the very early hours of a new day. The sky outside the vast halls of the castle were dark and misty, the moon tucked away in a blanket of pale clouds.

Simon let his fingertips glide over the chilly windows, the pads of his fingers catching on not even the slightest bump or rough patch of ice. Everything in the castle, everything in the entire kingdom, was so perfect.

And this left him restless. More so than the strange scarab man that'd been following them, who was still thankfully trapped in a chunk of ice. If the Winter King's estimates were correct, the duplicate crown would be completed within just seven days of the process beginning. And then Simon would be pulled back into a dizzying, eternal labyrinth of madness.

Not eternal, he reminded himself. He promised to show you how to tame it.

To tame the crown. Simon had tried so many times to do just that only to fail in his own world. Even with the proof right before his eyes, he didn't know how in God's name he was ever going to become like the other Simon.

Which was why he was here, being chased through the silent halls by his thoughts. Somewhere in the haze of memories that belonged to the Ice King, Simon remembered being restless. With all that magic, the Ice King was far more energetic than he ever was. And maybe it'd rubbed off on him.

As he turned a corner, Simon paused at what he thought was the sound of wind. Or maybe not wind, but a whistle? No, wrong again.

it was the high notes of a piano coming from far away.

Finding himself no longer entrenched in his thoughts, Simon made his way toward the sound, unsurprised to find his doppelgänger tapping away at a cerulean piano.

The Winter King was out of the suit he wore during the day, instead dressed in loose robes in brilliant hues of pale white and sapphire. Seems like Simon wasn’t the only one who couldn’t sleep.

He lingered in the entryway to the throne room. The other had his back to Simon, playing a soft but cheerful tune. He didn't yet know he had an audience and was instead playing a concert for himself. Exhaling, Simon closed his eyes and searched for anything familiar in the Winter King's music: a scrap from one of the songs he and Marceline used to make up when she was little, the melody to the Cheers opening, those old Broadway tunes Betty used to hum while she read.

Nothing. He opened his eyes.

He didn't know why, but Simon approached his double as he played away on the piano. Then again, in the Winter King's world, wasn't he the double?

"Yes?" the King asked, not even turning around. Simon paused, his bare feet seemingly stuck upon the frozen floor.

"I..." Simon came to the terrible realization that he didn't know what to say. Or why he'd even come here, following the other Simon's music, "I couldn't sleep."

Before he could apologize and leave, WK, as Fionna had taken to calling him, turned and smiled over his shoulder. He sat to one side of the piano bench, a clear invitation. Feeling as if he couldn't excuse himself at this point, Simon took the offer and sat beside him.

"Oh, dear," the Winter King said, looking down, "Your poor feet!"

"Huh?" Simon followed his gaze. Yes, his feet were looking a bit discolored. They'd taken on an ashen hue and as he flexed his toes, Simon was a bit surprised to find them quite numb.

"What happened to your complimentary slippers?" Winter King asked. He clapped his hands and those two girls, the Ice Scouts, came out of nowhere with a fresh set of plush, white slippers. Simon could hardly utter thanks before they jet off to leave them alone.

Nevertheless, he slipped them on. He, along with the others, had been given very large guest rooms in the castle well stocked with warm, winter clothes. But when Simon climbed out of bed, sick with his thoughts, he'd taken a white robe and nothing more.

He fought the urge to laugh at himself. "Truth be told, I sometimes forget that the cold can hurt me."

He spoke as if this were still a recent development. But the last ten or so years as Simon were nothing compared to the thousand spent as Ice King.

A hand fell upon his shoulder. The other Simon at least didn't stare at him with pity. Just that sort of self-assured confidence that was, admittedly, entirely earned.

“Well, not to fret! Soon you won’t have to worry a thing about the cold.”

The Winter King laughed at his own words, his hand becoming a firm, reassuring touch on Simon’s shoulder.

Kingly, his mind supplied, Yes, that was the only way to describe this exact blend of pride and poise. Simon suppressed the sudden shiver that tickled his spine.

“Tell me, do you play?” Winter King asked, gesturing to the piano.

“Oh, I… do.” Simon said. He’d let his musical interests fall to the wayside in recent years, but yes.

Winter King sat up straighter as he clapped his hands. “Then how about a duet?”

And who was Simon to deny his kindly host?

He rolled his shoulders and began a slow song. The keys were a little lighter than he’d expected, the sound a bit shaper, making his first few notes louder than he would have liked. But neither said anything as his playing even out.

And soon a second set of hands joined him on the keys.

“It’s been a while since I’ve had a partner,” Winter King said, taking Simon’s hesitant song and breathing some more life into it. His fingers danced across the piano with far more confidence, taking what Simon started and making it much more his own.

It was a beautiful song though, as was everything the Winter King touched. And it far out paced Simon’s rusty skills. He paused once he felt that he could no longer keep up.

“You play very well,” he said, smiling politely. Hands hovering over the keys.

Winter King beamed. “And you simply flatter me.”

He tapped Simon on the nose, making him blink in surprise. The Winter King edged closer, shrinking the space between them until their knees bumped and their thighs touched. Simon moved on instinct to give them both more space but found himself already at the edge of the bench.

Winter King studied him with that ever-cheerful expression. “You seem tense, my Simon.”

“Ah, well…” he adjusted his glasses. “A lot on my mind, I suppose.”

Without missing a beat, “And if I could help with that as well?”

Simon blinked and without warning, found them so very close together. The Winter King was leaning over him, making use of his superior height to bear upon him with an eager smile. But it was just so sudden, so much that it left him reeling.

“I’m terribly sorry,” Simon said, standing, “But you’ve already done so much for me, for us, that–”

A hand reached out and grabbed his wrist. Simon did finally shiver, a little jolt going up his arm.

Winter King rose, still holding Simon’s wrist. At his full height, he was the picture of grace, yet the hairs on the back of Simon’s neck stood on end. Winter King took Simon’s wrist in both hands, raising it, and…

And pressed a kiss to the back of his hand.

His breath caught in his throat. Even the Winter King’s lips were as cold as ice.

A stray memory resurfaced in his mind, of something Cake said when they first arrived.

“Kiss each other!”

Which he would’ve brushed off as nonsense if it weren’t for what the Winter King said in response.

“Don’t think it hasn’t occurred to me.”

But the inhabitants of Ooo, of most variants of Ooo, were all just a bit silly and strange, weren't they? Simon thought that surely the Winter King meant nothing by it.

Until now.

“It’s been quite a long while…” Winter King began, “Since I’ve had a partner.”

He met Simon’s gaze with unflinching sincerity.

Meanwhile, Simon’s brain was being tossed back and forth between denial and shock. And perhaps a third emotion which he couldn’t yet describe.

He cleared his throat and tried to find his voice. Simon said, “N-now look at who’s flattering who.”

But his meek attempt at humor fell flat. Winter King acted as if he hadn’t even heard it, still holding Simon’s hand. He even wrapped an arm around Simon’s waist, palm pressed against the small of his back. Despite his night clothes and the robe, he still faintly felt that icy touch.

The Winter King said, “My Simon, tell me. How long have you felt so lonely?”

And he shuddered at that. It wasn’t as if he’d disclosed his own sour past to the Winter King. At least, not in full detail. He hadn’t brought up his sad life as a living relic on display, or the use of magic creatures as batteries for his spells.

Or just how empty the world felt. How empty he felt.

“How did you-”

“I can see it plainly,” Winter King said, “I can see it on your face. I see it because I once felt it myself, before I built this wonderful world of mine.”

Again, the space between them was slowly closing. Simon’s body was still ringed by the arm keeping him in place.

Winter King asked softly, “Who better to be at your side than I? And you at mine? Why don’t I assuage that ache you feel?”

And Simon could have said a million things in response.

You don’t want me, I’m just an old man.

I don't feel the same way.

But Betty–

I can’t.

Don’t.

No.

Please…

Simon said not a word as another frigid hand took his chin and tilted his head back. He merely shut his eyes and let the breath be stolen from his lungs. The Winter King smelled of pine and frost.

He tried not to shiver. And he also tried not to think of Betty.

That was rather easy. Betty had been human and warm.

And everything about the Winter King was cold. Cold, but clean and polished and beautiful. Not only that, but willing and wanting.

When the Winter King pulled away, lips parted and eyes partly lidded, he hummed in delight and seemed not the least bit interested in stopping. His cheerful demeanor was gone now, his hold on Simon’s waist growing tighter.

And Simon finally identified that third emotion he felt, a kind of fearful longing. In his world, he had grown to hate snow and ice, even rejecting it in his drinks. But he couldn’t deny how familiar it was.

And try as he might, he couldn’t run from how a part of him still ached for it.

So he relented, leaning into Winter King’s touch with silent acceptance.

He said nothing and put up no resistance as the Winter King pressed him against the piano, a wave of discordant notes filling the throne room as he leaned his body into Simon’s and held him and felt him and took from him.

The cold, once again, was such a great and terrible thing.

#fionna and cake #simon petrikov #the winter king #simoncest #i love this old man #and his hotter taller more deranged counterpart #fionna and cake spoilers #gets a little slutty at the end

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another-lost-mc · 6 months

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candy prompts: barbatos + spooky

barbatos meets a version of himself willing to break the rules of time to get what he wants: you.

pairing: barbatos x gn!reader

content: nsfw. dark time travel au. mentions of: violence, injury, blood. implied yandere character.

word count: 500

a/n: this is a sneak peek from one of the upcoming creepy castle stories.

Barbatos sighed warily in frustration and turned away from the full-length mirror in his bedroom. He pulled off his gloves with his teeth, a bad habit that only surfaced when he was particularly moody. One of the gloves slipped from his grasp and onto the cold floor. He bent down to pick it up, but his eyes lingered on the mirror: his reflection was standing upright and unmoving.

Or it was, until the reflection’s eyes glanced down and met his own.

He barely had time to react before the blunt force of something crashed into his side. He grunted when he hit the ground and he shook his head to try and get his bearings. His mirror was shattered across the ground and glass dug into his hands when he tried to push himself up to his knees., He felt dizzy from the impact and his limbs trembled with the effort to stand.

Leather shoes identical to his own clicked on the rough stone floor as they approached him. The grating crunch of glass against hard stone made his teeth ache. Something wet wrapped around his neck - a tail identical to his own - and squeezed. Dots obscured his vision as he struggled to breathe. He was yanked forward and lifted so the tips of his shoes scraped lightly across the floor. He was met with the confusing sight of his own face before him.

Whatever magic the intruder used shimmered as it faded away, and Barbatos could see the small differences between them clearly now. He stared into a pair of bloodshot eyes, sunken in their appearance and plagued with deep, dark shadows. The dark reflection smiled, his lips curling against his teeth and baring the tips of sharp fangs. His wicked grin promised even more pain and bloodshed and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Barbatos felt genuine fear.

“You’re weak,” the imposter sneered, his voice cracking from disuse. “And if you won’t claim them, I will.”

Barbatos couldn’t utter a word in response before the tail around his neck tightened menacingly. His world tilted and there was a sharp, stabbing pain in his back as he was flung across the room. His agonized shout nearly masked the gruesome crack of his bones breaking against the wall. He slumped against the floor, unable to summon the strength to fight back and fiery pain radiated through him.

“Don’t worry,” the other demon cooed in a voice too dark to be sincere as he knelt down and patted Barbatos' cheek in false sympathy. “I’ll take good care of them.”

The sound of his rough, gritty voice chuckling with menace filled him with fear, not for himself but for you. Barbatos made one last feeble attempt to get back on his feet, but the hard heel of the other's shoe kicked across his jaw and smashed into his cheek. Blood splattered against his bedroom floor when he coughed and sputtered in pain; your name fell from his lips in a broken whisper as a veil of darkness consumed him.

read more: halloween 2023 masterlist || obey me masterlist

#obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me barbatos x reader #barbatos x reader #obey me x reader #yandere barbatos #obey me yandere #x reader #gn!reader #cw blood #tw yandere #trick or treat 2023

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kookies2000 · 4 months

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Because I want to join in the Fairy Tale AU for The Amazing Digital Circus!!! How do you all feel about a rated E on Ao3 Fairy Tale Au about a land of Toys at war with a land of Monsters?

Ships? Showtime, Bunny Doll and Gangle x Zooble. I don't know their ship name.

Ragatha: The princess of the Toy Kingdom. Sweetest thing you'll ever meet all thanks to her candy heart. Even though she's arranged to marry Kaufmo, she sneaks off to seek her own love life and answers to forming peace with the Land of the Monster's.

Pomni: The toy jester of her kingdom with anxiety because of her past. She fears the Land of Monsters with every fiber of her body ever since her father's death there. She's Ragathas' best friend and is terrified of her idea of making peace with mosnters.

Gangle: An orphan girl who was never allowed to go outside the traveling theater she was in. Until one day, she was able to escape thanks to a kind stranger. She now lives in the bar with Zooble, the one who helped her escape.

Kinger: King of The Land of Toys. He is kind, gentle, and a grand ruler for his toy people. Ever since his wife died, he's been a dedicated father to his adoptive daughter Ragatha. But doesn't approve of her idea of making peace with the Monster's or the fact that she's always seeking off to find adventure.

Jax: Was orphaned since birth and claims to have no memory of where he came from. He was found at a river and got a job as a farmer in the Land of Toys. He doesn't care much about the war or making peace with Monsters. All he cares about is to farm in peace and sneak into the castle walls to see his favorite princess.

Kaufmo: The castles toy clown and entertainment. He's betrothed to Princess Ragatha since she was born, yet he has no issue with sneaking her out of the castle walls to see her favorite bunny. All he wants is to make others happy, especially his childhood friend Ragatha.

Zooble: Owns a bar outside of the kingdom and sneaks in illegal alcohol thanks to Jax. All they want in life is to create enough money to get by life without falling apart. And creat a life Gangle deserves to have.

Caine: Has lived in The Land of Monsters and destined to be their leader since he was a born. His goal in life is to create a world of goofy and fun adventures for everyone. But because mosnters aren't emotional beings, he has no idea how emotions work and just does whatever makes him laugh. Assuming that's what will make others happy.

Summery: The Land of Toys is a fun and colorful kingdom. Ruled by the courageous king chess piece, Kinger, and his sweet heart daughter, Ragatha. Ever since his wife was killed, he makes sure that his kingdom is safe and sound from The Land of Monsters. But every day, his daughter is always trying to sneak off to make peace with the enemy, forcing him to keep her under strict rules. Until one day, she and her two friends, Pomni and Gangle, get kidnapped by pirates and lost at sea. It is now up to a mysterious fast talking rabbit, a toy clown, and a mismatch toy to rescue the three girls. But also, come to terms with their kingdoms' dark history.

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wren-dy-flowergarden · 9 months

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hello! i really enjoyed your newest sebek fluff that you wrote its rlly good! 🫶 i love it!

if you have the time, maybe write another one ? maybe one where sebek takes reader back to his hometown where they have a little cafe date in the cold weather? super cute cozy stuff 🥺 tysm

*ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ A/N: Awww thank you for the request! I hope that I'm able to fully give you the same Sebek energy he is so funny. Cozy Coffee dates are my favorite trope every- and also flower shop AU hehe. I really hope you enjoy this!!! I tried a new style also, so let me know if you life this as well!!! Request are still open! *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ Sebek x f!reader *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴ WC: 680words, bulletpoint story *ੈ✩‧˚₊⁀➴Tags: fluff, cuteness overload, comfy coffee dates disguised as invading an evil castle, light teasing

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When Sebek invites you to his hometown- Briar Valley- it comes as a welcomed surprise. He talks of his hometown with such enthusiasm- the training range, the lakes his grandfather used to take him, the best places to hunker down on stormy nights.

It was cute the way he stopped by Ramshackle to help you pack, holding up mismatched pair of gloves, exclaiming that due to the number of holes in them, they would not keep you warm. Neither will your thin long sleeves... Neither will your ankle socks... The next day you see him rush in with an oversized jacket that hit your kneecaps, a warm, cream-colored hat, and gloves that matched his.

You can see the way his eyes shine when you step out of the mirror, close to night. Dark trees contrast against snow-topped mountains, the city itself bustling with the use of magic. Gems embedded into their heaters leave the cobblestone path clean of any sleet that may cause injury. It felt like a city made of fairytales.

Sebek sees the way your mouth is open in awe and tuts his head in victory.

“See human! Nothing can compare to the magnificence of Brair Valley!” His hand extends as if decorated the whole plaza by himself, smile widening, “Not even Night Raven Academy can compare to this brilliance.” You just laugh, tiny pearls of sound echo out of you as he pulls you, side by side explaining each detail of his childhood.

How he hit his knee on the fountain there and dented the fountain itself. His favorite candy store now turned into a small grocery pop-up his mother would take him and his siblings. A café that the grownups would never let him or his childhood friends enter because they make too much of a ruckus. He said it looked like the castle to conquer as they trained as small squires back then.

You can see his point. With a dark green roof and muted brown paint, painted against it were murals of gargoyles and delicate rose flowers blooming by the windows almost alive. Tacked to the forehead of the door you see the sign open- warm orange lights calling you from the cold outside, no matter how many layers you wore. You tug his sleeve, breaking Sebek from his monologue, “Let’s go in. You know- to fulfill your childhood dreams.”

It doesn’t take much to convince him when you make it a challenge and he sputters how he is a real knight now that he is ready for anything now trained, and how he could protect Lord Malleus-

A chaste kiss to his lips for silence, you pull him behind you opening the front door as you lead into a comfy café. Antique wooden chairs that were decorated with mini gargoyles, a candle- lantern spiny lazily with small- what you can assume fairies keeping the fire warm. You take the table next to the fireplace, Sebek hates it cold.

Lifting the menu, you see delicately painted pictures of lattes to teas- you thought that this be a bar considering what he said about grownups not letting him in before. Sebek brows are furrowed as well as he flips the menu back and forward- he must also have the same confusion as you. It’s too cute not to tease!

You reach over the table and take his hands, “Stop that. I know we are at the center of the evil headquarters but that doesn’t mean you can give yourself away oh knight.” Sebek scoffs but doesn’t pull away from your warmth, “What can a weakling life you do to protect I?” You give a soft smile as you pull his hands closer to your side of the table, “Why I’m much stronger than you?” As you do you lean over to kiss both of his knuckles, and he sputters retracting his hands like fire touched them. Another laugh leaves you as you pick up the menu again, Sebek squirming in his seat, “Now, what shall we order?”

#.wwrenwrites #request open #sebek x reader #twst x reader #twst headcanons #twst x you #sebek zigvolt #twst sebek #twst imagines #twst drabble

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sirtotallynotatimetraveler · 5 months

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A little while ago I posted about this swap AU, Candy Castle. I never did much with it since then and I never got to explain more of the characters, story, and mechanics of the AU. I have been planning and working on this AU on the side for a bit, to the point that the first post I made about it is VERY OUTDATED:

Please don't look at it, cause I have changed a lot of the story, character designs, and my art has really improved since then haha.

I am hoping to finally get back to this AU project and expand/improve more on the story than what was originally shown in the old post. I'm almost done with all the current character designs, so stay tuned!

But I wanted to change the AU name. I felt that only having the AU be themed around candy exclusively was very limiting, so it's gonna be themed around all sugary things now (I swear this is not just to copy Sugary Spire's whole shtick). It will now be called Confection Castle from now on.

#my art #candy castle au #candy castle #pizza tower au #pizza tower #teddy taffy #changed his name #confection castle #confection castle au #doodle doodles

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krasytoonz · 1 year

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The Castle’s End (Welcome Home Royal AU)

Part 1

#welcome home royal au #welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home fanart #welcome home comic #welcome home puppet show #poppy partridge #sally starlet #julie joyful #sally is a bounty hunter #julie is a candy monster (staying canon!)#poppy is a maid in the castle #krasytoonz

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bones4thecats · 5 months

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2023 Thanksgiving Special; TWST

A/N: Hello readers! Just like with my 2023 Halloween Specials, I will be seperating these based on the different fandoms they are in. Later on today, I will be posting Thanksgiving Specials for; RoR/SnV, Horror (Creepypasta), and the Slashers. Thank you for reading this and have a happy Thanksgiving!

Spending Thanksgiving With Them

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♠️ This poor boy

♠️ His mother had forced him to invite you to their home in the Kingdom of Roses, as she knew how nervous her son could be

♠️ Deuce was flushed the entire ride to his house, knowing something was bound to happen that would embarrass him

♠️ When his mother hugged you and his grandmother welcomed you, he changed his whole mindset

♠️ The way you conversed with them so easily made him smile and chuckle

♠️ Maybe his mother was right, maybe you were the perfect one for him

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🦁 Leona did not want to go home for Thanksgiving, and that was final

🦁 He also didn’t want to bring you along, you had already met Cheka, and that was enough for now

🦁 It took a while, but after bribing him enough, he decided to take you home

🦁 This beastman watched as Cheka and you hugged, conversing on the traditions of Sunset Savanna

🦁 Leona chuckled and smirked watching you attempt dressing in his homeland’s traditional outfits

🦁 He sat down next to you and barely listened as Falena spoke to you, asking where you were from and such

🦁 It was quite funny watching him glare at his brother when he turned around, or asked you a question Leona knew you were sensitive with

🦁 He wouldn’t call it the best introduction to his family, but you’d call it good enough

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🦇 Your bat-boyfriend had you meet Silver and Malleus very early on in your relationship, he wanted to make sure they were comfortable around you

🦇 Thankfully, they were. And now you were heading with them to the Valley of Thorns to spend Thanksgiving with them!

🦇 You were quite nervous, after all, you weren’t sure how their surrounding fae would react to a human staying in the castle

🦇 Nonetheless one without any status

🦇 Lilia hugged you from the ceiling, watching as the cooks made the delicious supper

🦇 And you were holding him back from ruining it

🦇 He sat next to you and held your hand as Maleficia, Malleus’ grandmother, delivered the toast

🦇 He could care less if the people of the Valley hated you or not, for now, spending the holiday with you was all that was on his mind

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(This is Grim + My AU! Yuu)

😼 This damn cat

😼 He tried to make everything tuna-flavored

😼 Don’t ask me how, he just tried pouring a tuna-flavoring into it

😼 Grim definitely hugged you and Yuu from behind and begged for you guys to make him a tuna-flavored turkey

😼 You guys refused, but when you cut his portion, you laid a decent amount of tuna-flavoring on it

😼 Hey, it got him to shut up, and he slept like a baby that night!

❤️‍🩹 Yuu on the other hand

❤️‍🩹 You guys made the diner, and they was so close to socking the magical-cat to the curb with how insistent his begging was

❤️‍🩹 He had confiscated Grim’s tuna flavoring the previous holiday, Halloween, after he dumped it on all of the candy he had gotten

❤️‍🩹 It smelled like sweet and sugary tuna for nearly 4 weeks

❤️‍🩹 Yuu did eventually allow him to have some tuna flavoring, and when he saw how you held it above your head as Grim begged for more like a parent punishing their child, they laughed

❤️‍🩹 This may be another world, but with you guys, it was easier to adjust too

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sommerregenjuniluft · 8 months

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@jegulus-microfic august 20 — Birthmark — 1382words — nsfw — Hogwarts, no Voldi AU, but I’m aging them up to 18 and 19 because of the smut

“Show me,” James hisses heatedly against Regulus’ lips. Growls, when this one does nothing but chase this mouth, “Show me, Regulus.”

The other boy throws his head back against the locked Headboy dorm door and finally lifts his arms obediently for James to pull his jumper off.

What James, admittedly, hadn’t calculated into the whole obsessively-needing-to-find-out-about-the-true-shape-of-Regulus’-birthmark thing, was the whole lot of stretched out, perfect pale skin for him to manage on his path to victory.

His knees buckle at the sight of sharp collarbones and defined shoulder, lean muscle and rosy nipples. James can’t help the whine ripping from his throat before he dives forward to get his tongue on him.

So overwhelmed, barely knows where to start and almost loses sight from his actual goal when Regulus moans openly, bucking his hips forward into James’ as he sucks heavily at the hinge of his jaw.

Pulls Regulus readily into the motion, palms on the scorching skin of his waist when James is reminded what awaits him on the backside of Regulus torso.

The birthmark.

A conversation he’d half overheard, half spied on while on his way back to the castle from Quidditch practice last week.

“Mmh,” Pandora had chimed from where she was fiddling with a long curl of white-blonde hair, bent closely over Regulus exposed back from where his jumper was rucked up to his shoulder blades, “I still think it looks rather like a star…a shooting star.”

“No, I’m telling you,” Crouch’s voice, some shuffling, “It looks exactly like the branches of that one poisonous plant Slughorn made us write 8 fucking inches on last year in detention. Remember, Ev?”

“Eh,” Rosier makes a disagreeable noise, sentence muffled through his mouth full of candy, “I really don’t remember them being so spiky.”

And James is naturally curious and it’s Regulus so, obviously, he’s itching out of his skin. Teeth clean through a bottom lip sting, an never relenting itch and James is going to die if he doesn’t find out soon.

Preferable by himself and with his own eyes and hands. Maybe his tongue.

He spins them around, hiking Regulus thighs up and around his hips in one smooth motion and blindly stumbles over to his bed, continuing to bite at Regulus’ mouth.

They land on the mattress with a thump and James proceeds to manhandle Regulus up to the middle of it and crawl over him. He looks like pure sin, lips kiss bitten and face flushed, breathing heavily James can feel it against the lower half of his face.

What’s next is a haze of pulling at each other’s clothes and discarding the offending fabric carelessly. James is so busy sucking marks into Regulus previously unblemished skin that he doesn’t realize the hand Regulus is slyly working between then until he gropes James through his underwear, so unexpected and perfect pressure it’s making his voice catch on a high-pitched whine in response.

“Jamie,” Regulus urges and then he’s mumbling the lubrication spell and prodding a slick finger against Regulus’ entrance.

He’s mind-bendingly tight and when Regulus mewls, clenching around the first intrusion of knuckle, James can’t help but bend down and suck his stiff cock into his mouth as well.

Regulus keens and writhers and quakes against the sheets while James is thoroughly opening him up and even past Regulus second round of pleading and insisting he’s ready.

When all James does after Regulus leaves another litany of “Please, please, Jamie, I’m ready. Need- need you to fuck me. Please, Merlin, need you inside, feel so empty, I’m, aah—” is crook the tips of his fingers upwards, Regulus seemingly takes on a more devious path.

Fights to not let his eyes flutter closed and eyebrows knit in concentration and mixed with pleasure Regulus looks so fucking sexy right under him, James is distracted until suddenly Regulus is sucking his ring and middle finger into his mouth and lavishing his tongue around them sloppily. Slips them back out and dribbles some more spit onto them, just in case.

Blinks most of the glaze away and looks James right in the eyes, voice derailingly sweet, “Wasn’t there something you needed to find out, baby?”

James curses and then he’s slicking himself up with Regulus’ spit and lining himself up to push in.

Regulus is excruciatingly hot inside, wet and satiny-soft and then he’s bottoming out and Regulus all but snarls, biting into James’ neck like he can’t help himself.

James allows himself to find a rhythm, let Regulus get used to him around his length, moaning from the obscene mix of slapping skin and Regulus grunts and breathy moans.

And then he pulls out and grabs Regulus by the crooks of his knees before he can protest and flips.

It’s a glorious sight. Regulus propped up on his knees, ass up, puffy open hole clenching needily around nothing as Regulus whines into the sheets where his face is smushed into his forearms and pillow. Back long and slim, spine dotting little hills, the dimples above his tailbone and then—

The birthmark.

It’s a reddish tone, slightly raised and about as big as a paw of a cat.

Straight, jagged outlines almost and James sees clearly where Pandora thought of a shooting star as he mindlessly pushes back into Regulus ’ slick hole.

Puts one hand to the small of Regulus’ back, thumb from that position able to graze the edges of the wonderful mark, and wraps the fingers of his other over Regulus’ nape to hold him down while he picks up into a steady pace, angling his hips and trying for—

“Aah, fuck! Mmh, Jamie, please—”

He lets Regulus babble for another few moments, in which he relentlessly hits his prostate, letting him sink lower into his delirious pleasure, to give himself more time to think about what shape the mark takes on.

But James doesn’t get even a resemblance of an idea, not even a glimpse of a clear thought, digging his nails into the soft give of Regulus’ waist harshly until he spills another raspy groan that has James cock twitch inside.

Frustrated and then he nearly misses it over his heavy breathing and the blood rushing through his ears, “James, d’you wanna—”

Regulus cuts himself off with another moan as James pounds back in but James wants to know what he was gonna say so he abandons his hold and instead clenches his fist into the softest dark curls, slinks his free arm around Regulus’ middle and yanks.

“Ngh-Aah, Jamie—”

“Tell me,” James nearly doesn’t recognize his own voice from how wrecked it sounds. “C’mon, love.”

It comes out high and breathy, rushed, barely audible if James wasn’t right behind him, grinding and thrusting his hips persistently into Regulus wet heat, “Wanna know what I think the shape looks like?”

And, Godrick, who allowed his voice to sound like that.

“What is it, love? Share with me.”

And Regulus turns his head sluggishly, looking debauched and glassy eyed and ruined when he breathes, “Antlers.”

All James can do is moan brokenly and let his forehead fall onto Regulus’ shoulder as his hips stutter deep inside of him, spilling his release.

His hips jerk until he’s spent and Regulus is full, but he’s still painfully hard, bobbing against his stomach untouched and not having come yet.

And, really, if James doesn’t get to inspect the birthmark again, closely now, after that revelation he is going to implode.

So he carefully slips out of Regulus, murmurs soothing words while he nudges him to the side to have space to lay down and then pull him to sit over his mouth, facing away.

Wraps a hand around Regulus front to find his leaking cock and pumps him deftly while eating his own cum trickling out of Regulus’ ass and gazing up at the pale expanse of back above him.

Tilting his head just a bit, swiping his thumb over Regulus’ tip and squeezing lightly at the head and does that again, steady pulses until Regulus is shaking with it, right before he tenses and comes undone on James’ chest.

Kisses softly on the crease of Regulus’ thigh as he caresses a reverent touch over the red mark that does indeed resemble the Prongs he’s only all too familiar with.

#i’m LATE to this #you wouldn’t believe the amount of beef i had with this prompt #almost 1k of James waxing useless poetry #but we’re HERE finally we Made it and it’s <smut3 so fuck yeah #jegulus #jegulus fic #microfic #lune’s tiny fic #starchaser #sunseeker

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