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comics-and-fanworks · 2 years

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ML Career Choice AU

Disclaimer: My problem with ML is with the writers and their decisions, not really any one specific character. Am I salty towards some characters? Yes, but it’s mostly due to how they’re written. Also I am not an Engineer, I don’t know all of the proper terms.

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Marinette is prepared for almost everything, but she was not expecting this. Lila had decided to rub salt into the wound and began lying about her to Gabriel. Adrien (who was frustrated with Marinette’s refusal to take his “high road” advice and upset she’s discovered her backbone) was easily convinced to back up Lila’s claims. He thought that once Marinette learned her lesson, he could convince his father that it was all just a big misunderstanding. What he did not account for was that Gabriel would blacklist Marinette from the fashion industry! Lila of course, bragged to anyone who would listen, but Adrien was going through some mixed emotions. On one hand he was horrified at his father’s over reaction, on the other hand he thought this was surely the thing that would finally convince Marinette to listen to him and go back to being a doormat! He couldn’t understand why Plagg was so upset at him though, everything would work out in the end.

Needless to say Marinette was devastated, and ended up missing a few days of school. Everything she had worked for was gone, and there was nothing she could do to get it back. Her parents tried everything to comfort their daughter, and one day while bringing her something to eat, Tom stepped into one of the traps she’d rigged to protect the Miracle Box. Instead of being angry, Tom and Sabine were amazed. They assumed the trap was meant to keep her classmates out of her room (who had been rejoicing over their daughter’s misery. They saw texts between the kids suggesting they were going to destroy her work), and praised Marinette’s skill and creativity. Tom made a comment as he was being removed from the trap, “You know Mari, you could be an engineer. With your creativity, the sky’s the limit!”

Turns out those were the magic words. Tom and Sabine saw the fire slowly begin to ignite in their daughter’s eyes again, and made a silent promise to do everything they could to make sure at least one of her dreams came true. As time went on they happily bought her books, sent her to talks, and did everything they could to help her learn as much as she could. Coincidentally Ladybug happened to reach out to her about finding ways to akuma-proof structures. Marinette was determined to succeed, and her classmates, Lila, and Adrien would not stop her.

Many years had passed, and Marinette was a highly sought after engineer. She was 25 and had practically redesigned all of Paris by now. She was credited with creating the first akuma-proof buildings, which made dealing with Hawkmoth and his akumas much easier to deal with. Considering Chat Noir would only show up to flirt, and most of the time he didn’t show up at all. Occasionally she still had to deal with Adrien trying to convince her to apologize to Lila for being such a ‘cruel bully.’ He promised that if she did he’d convince his father to either remove her from the blacklist, or secretly hire her. While she still designed for a few loyal clients (like Jagged and Clara) she had no desire to enter fashion. If they’d believe she was the devil based on lies from Adrien, Gabriel, and Lila, then they weren’t worth her time.

One day she gets an angry text from Adrien’s newest number of the week accusing her of exposing Lila. She asks, “What do you mean? I’m in America helping design a new Wayne Enterprises building.” Turns out someone else put two and two together and called out Lila, and everything spiraled from there. What Lila, Adrien, and Gabriel did to her was exposed too, and Gabriel quickly sent Adrien to America to smooth things over with Marinette (he was banking on the fact she used to have a crush on his son). Adrien arrives in Gotham and barges into a café Marinette was spotted at, shouting something along the lines of “Come back Mari I know you love me! Surely you’ll forgive us and come back and help save the company. Engineering isn’t what you’re supposed to do, fashion is!”

What he was not expecting was the confused looks he got from Marinette and the man she was with. While the various Gothamites were recording the drama and announcing to the world that their talented engineer could also design clothes, Marinette just sighed and said,

“Used to love you Adrien. Past tense. I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. I rebuilt most of Paris, I invented akuma-proof materials for building. Gabriel, the man and the company, are the least of my concerns. I won’t forgive you, because I don’t have to, and you’re actions prove to me that I shouldn’t because it shows you haven’t changed.”

The man sitting with her got up to approach Adrien, who proceeded to try and intimidate the dark haired stranger. “Who the hell do you think you are and what have you been telling her?” Adrien yelled at the man. The man with the midnight black hair and blue eyes just smirked at the disgraced model.

“I didn’t tell Little Ms. Magic anything, she’s got a brilliant mind and enough confidence to last two lifetimes, I’m just here to keep her company. Oh by the way, my name’s Jason, Jason Todd Wayne, and I’m her Fiancé.”

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Let me know if there are any problems and feel free use this if you’d like!

#marinette deserves better #marinette dupen chang #minor class salt #lila salt #adrien salt #gabriel salt #tom and sabine sugar #maribat #jasonette

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nanowrimo · 2 years

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What Books To Read at Each Stage of Writing Your Novel

Have you ever wondered what books to read while writing your novel? In this article, Ph.D. and NaNo writer Ursula Saqui offers books to read at every stage of your novel.

With all the craft books available, you might ask yourself, "Should I save a cat, outline using the snowflake method, or take advice from Stephen King?"

The question is also what book to read when. For example, read about subplots when you start writing, and you might get so overwhelmed that you stop altogether. Or, if you draft your story without knowing genre expectations, you'll have to make significant revisions later.

The following are a few of my favorite books and where they best fit into the writing process.

Before you start writing

The books you read before writing should deconstruct common myths (e.g., suffering is necessary for good writing) that could distract you while also getting you into an optimistic (yet realistic) mindset about the work ahead.

Big Magic by Elizabeth Gilbert is the answer to gut-punching questions like "Who am I to be writing this?" that arise in the gap between having an idea and getting it onto paper. Gilbert offers advice on serious topics such as courage, permission, and persistence while playing the role of your adventurous friend tugging at your sleeve, saying, "Let's go. It will be fun." You will finish this book with a plan to handle fear, rejections, and slumps.

Next, Anne Lamott's Bird by Bird will help you get your pen ready with chapters about the necessity of writing "Shitty First Drafts" and how to focus on writing what you care about ("The Moral Point of View"). By taking Lamott's advice, you will get your intuition back and start trusting yourself even on the first draft.

While you are writing

Now you have confidence, strategies for dealing with roadblocks, and some words written. But, whether you are a pantser or a plotter, you will get stuck and need to fix gaps and edit.

If you want a clear explanation of terms such as "plot point" and "inciting incident," the mechanics of story arcs, and an easy structure for writing scenes, then James Scott Bell's Plot & Structure is the best reference. With 14 chapters on technique, writing exercises, and a checklist of critical points, this book offers advice that you can immediately implement and improve your writing.

Matt Bell's Refuse to be Done also offers concrete advice about things such as creating characters and reusing settings in Section One. However, the biggest benefits come in Sections Two and Three. Section Two guides your first draft to a structurally sound second draft through re-outlining and rewriting. Section Three takes your second draft through multiple editing passes to get you to a final draft that is agent-ready.

After you are done writing

When your book is nearly ready for publication, Courtney Maum's Before and After the Book Deal will be a must-read. She answers such practical questions as how authors get paid and how to survive book tours and trickier ones such as how to handle resentment when other authors don't write a blurb for your book and what to do when you hate your book cover.

Finally, whether or not you end up with a book deal, The Way of the Writer by Charles Johnson will be an excellent read after you finish your novel. It takes you out of the frenzy and reminds you about the fundamentals: the call to write, devotion to the craft, and the pleasure of words. His longevity as a writer and teacher is inspiring and reminds us that we are writers beyond any one work, published or not, as long as we keep putting words to the page.

Ursula Saqui, Ph.D., is a consultant and researcher by day and creative writer by night with works in The Daily Drunk and Multiplicity Magazine. Her current novel in progress is a thriller, The Mancari Murders, which she started during NaNoWriMo 2021. When she is not drinking tea, writing, or hiking, she is shooing any one of their four cats off her desk. You can find her on Twitter at @UrsulaSaqui.

#nanowrimo #camp nano #writing advice #writing novels #ursula saqui #by nano guest #book recs

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bhsiwoo · 5 months

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heylo again! this is xydo (juyeon's mun) bringing you my second muse and oldest son, jeong siwoo, the owner of eternity. he's a bit more on the tragic side of my muse spectrum but i hope you love him as much as i do! read under cut for more info and hit the like button if you'd be keen to interact!

dossier / bio / plot / moodboard

BASICS !

jeong siwoo, thirty years old, a widow of three years now and the famous owner of eternity.

he is someone who knows and is well aware of his growing entrepreneurship and wealth amongst society. needless to say, he doesn't fear the main three house but that doesn't mean he wants to fuck around with them. he draws a professional line with the three houses (or basically anyone per say) and does not have any interpersonal relationships with anyone from those household, mainly because it saves him the headache of any unwarranted drama. he does however enjoy tea ceremonies hosted by yeon and is well aware of who is behind yeon but doesn't snitch due to their mutual business relationships (siwoo enjoys teas and tea ceremonies but offers no gossips. yeon gets to host his ceremonies at eternity's private room in exchange).

tw / death. he was in an arranged marriage with his now deceased wife when they were both twenty four and twenty five respectively. despite it being arranged, they were both very much in love. his belated wife passed away just roughly two years into their marriage from being medically poisoned. she was also in her fifth month term of pregnancy.

in present time, he's being pressured to remarry so that there's an heir to inherit eternity but siwoo has no plans to remarry anyone due to his deep infatuation and remorse over his belated wife. instead, he's secretly seeking for adoption of a possible heir or to bring in a mentee whom he will name as an heir. (wanted connection!)

backgrounds on eternity: siwoo was in his late seventeen when he inherited the no name hotel from his late father, leaving him an orphan as well. the no name hotel is then revamped by seventeen year old siwoo who then renamed it to be [eternity]. it's a miracle how eternity managed to get its fame that there were rumors that siwoo had been associated to shamans, people who practice dark magic/supernatural beings, or even that he lured people to his property. others have said that when a nearby prince who had been undercover/traveling to beonhwa had fallen sick, it was whatever is going on at eternity that the royalty recuperated well. no one truly had known how eternity had got its fame especially after the change in reign, and siwoo refuses to budge when prompted or asked to comment on the rumors. what matters now is that the reservation list will always be occupied and unless you know siwoo personally, one may have to wait even over a year to be able to stay at eternity for even just a day.

INTERACTIONS !

siwoo can be found in formal events amongst the main houses, or even cultural/private events that is hosted by the orchid opera houses. he hates attending formal events but has to 'show his face' out of courtesy when required, whereas he enjoys the later since his late wife was fond of performances, particularly involving traditional korean instruments. it would be nice to write a plot where he gets called out on attending formal events where he shows his disdain as much as he hides it, or alternatively if y our muse and him would somehow always be seatmates for shows at the opera house!

honorable guests at eternity. while he owns it, it doesn't necessarily mean he's there 24/7; trusting his management and staff well for things to be in control. finding him there is a sort of an honor which your muse is bestowed? casual conversation, or even attempts of flirts (for muses above twenty seven) ensues? alternatively: he gets mistaken as a guest in his own busi and your muse thinks he's a tourist, hence an impromptu travel guide around beonhwa

someone who looks up to him and wants him to be a mentor or sort (without the naming of heir part)

down the line, a possible fling or someone he has fwb with (for muses that are 27-30), will have to work on trust and chemistry for this

alternative take, your muse having a harmless crush on him that's definitely one-sided and won't be reciprocated by siwoo if you want to sign your muse up for some angst

someone he has business-to-societal benefits with. your muse who makes an appearance with him as his plus one to boost their own name/social standing while he gets insight on the main family/things that could boost eternity's standing and profit.

someone who constantly sees him by the beach alone, wondering why he comes here so often to stare at the scenery before leaving without doing anything in particular) a rather personal angst plot which involves talks of death

someone who thinks of him as a friend? and alternatively, a take where they no longer are friends especially after his late wife passed.

maybe someone who visually resembles his wife a lot and that makes him delirious in a way? (don't particularly need to be a romance connection) but will def go for the angst route

someone from the main house that he works with for a mutual benefit relationship with between siwoo helping the house and them helping with eternity's fame and profit

#bhrp:intro #𝕆𝕆ℂ ― 𝘟𝘠𝘋𝘖 𝘛𝘈𝘓𝘒𝘚!

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fangaminghell · 11 months

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Pre Taka Confession: Leo and Fern hanging out!

"... You know, I used to have a crush on you,"

" You what,"

If you asked either Fern or Leo months ago if they were to ever hang out as friends, they both would look at you with utter disgust. But here they are. Eating at a random fast food joint that Leo recommended as part of their annual but not really annual meet up. They were going to battle later. They already battled before, but they're going to do it again. It's just how they roll.

But anyway, back to the random food joint. Leo looks at Fern with wide eyes, some crumbs from his burger falling off from the side of his mouth.

" Yeah. It was pretty big one too. It was insufferable,"

Leo just stares at Fern like he has grown three heads. Fern doesn't seem bothered by Leo's stunned silence, simply dipping a french fry in some ketchup and pops it in his mouth.

" In hindsight, now that I can admit it, it kinda makes a lot of what I did....a whole lot worse,"

" You fucking think??????? "

Fern only shrugs, dipping another fry. How the fuck is he so calm about this. Did he practice this or something????

" You," Leo points, and Fern nods immediately.

" Yeah,"

" Had a crush on me,"

" Minute I saw ya,"

Arceus above.

" What the fuck?! I saw you flirt with Victoria??? Aya??? Terribly by the way,"

" I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that last part," Fern says, rolling his eyes, " And it's called denial Leo. You should know, you're very familiar with it,"

Leo pouts, grabbing his drink from his side and slowly bringing it up to his lips.

" I wasn't that bad..."

" You were that bad. How long has Cain been blatantly flirting with you, exactly?"

"I-"

" How long have you been into it but refused to believe it?"

Leo narrowed his eyes at Fern, who gives him a smug look. He looks away, memories flooding back.

" Fuck you"

" Oh, you wish,"

" UUUUUUGH," Leo groans, only causing Fern to laugh.

" Thank fuck you two got together, I don't think I could stand seeing you two dance around each other any longer, " Fern cringes, and Leo does as well. He knows Fern didn't mean it to be that deep, a playful jab if anything. But Leo can't help but think of how they... weren't exactly on talking terms for a while. No matter how much Leo didn't want that to be the case.

" ...Yeah. I'm glad that part is over too," he sighs, then takes another bite of his burger. Fern eyes stay on him for a bit, then looking downward, at his fries.

"....I am happy for you two, by the way. It's good to see you two happy. Cain wouldn't stop gushing about you asking him out. Apparently you two floated??? I swear, I feel like that's just another way of saying you two fucked-"

" N-NO!" Leo gasps, and quickly covers his mouth realizing how loud he was. He quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Outside of a few curious side eyes, no one was really paying attention thankfully. He leans forward a bit,his face red.

" We didn't- we just kissed, and I literally floated us in the air cause I was so happy. Why did you think that?!" Leo whispers. Fern raises a brow, and leans forward as well.

" First of all: lame. Here I thought something interesting happened" Fern whispers.

Leo flips Fern off immediately.

" Second of all: It's Cain! He kept on going how it was so magical and absolutely like nothing he felt before, and blah blah blah," Fern continues, doing a terrible impression of Cain's voice.

" But you thought sex???"

" It's. Cain."

....okay fair.

" I still can't believe you," Leo sighs, leaning back in his chair, no longer whispering. Fern does the same, still incredibly smug, " Also I didn't know you and Cain were friends now,"

Fern rolls his eyes, once again going back to his fries.

" Jee, Leo. I get that your name means the sun or whatever, but it's not like the whole world revolves around you, you know. I have friends, jeez,"

Leo immediately looks guilty, his eyes widening.

" I- No, I didn't mean that-" Fern raises a hand to stop Leo in his tracks.

" Relax. I was joking," he says softly. The tension in Leo's shoulders lessen, but he still doesn't feel great.

" R-right. Sorry," Fern shakes his head.

" No, you didn't do anything wrong. I'm sorry for that poor joke. Especially after what you've been through with That Fucker,".

Leo chuckles, still amused how everyone is so keen on not mentioning Richard by name. It...helps, honestly. He's still healing from everything.

" But yeah, Cain and I have been hanging out I guess? After we went after mew the first time. I...I don't know why. He came to me, and the next thing I know I'm talking to him regularly?" He shrugs, finishing the last of his fries, " I think you're boyfriend is too nice, Leo".

Leo thinks back to all the times he heard Cain quietly wish to strangle Richard with his bare hands. He chuckles.

" Or he thinks you're deserving of a friend," Leo shrugs, " I do too,"

If you were to ask Leo if he would have said that months ago...well he wouldn't know what to say. But certainly not that.

" Hm," Fern huffs, " You're both too nice then,"

Leo doesn't comment on that. He knows by now Fern isn't going to have that conversation right now. Especially in a random fast food restaurant that Leo found.

" Speaking of boyfriends," Fern shifts topic, and Leo let's him, " You're planning to ask Taka out too?"

Leo blushes, failing to bite back smile.

" Y-yeah. We're taking a dance lesson together,"

" ....Again. Lame"

" Fuck you, I like to see you try better"

" Nah," Fern says simply, " I'm kinda done with romance for now. Crushing on you was exhausting,"

Oh yeah this conversation started about Fern's crush on him.

" ...Do you still-"

" No"

" Oh thank god" Leo sighs in relief. Fern rolls his eyes again, " Though I must say. It is an honor to have captured the eye of the Fern Sevilla,"

" Har Har Har, you're soooo funny,". Leo smiles innocently at him.

Fern takes a sip out of his own cup,not saying anything. He looks at the cup, then at Leo.

" Leo, I'm gonna be honest, this place is pretty mid,"

" Yeah," Leo agrees, putting his half eaten burger down, " Wanna go battle?" Fern grins.

" I thought you never asked,"

#oc: leo ✨#fern sevilla #LEO-FERN FRIENDSHIP REAL!!!!#so is cain-fern friendship that's mentioned here #can you believe these two are friends now? i can't ( i actually can hence why i wrote this)#let me know if i should add a content warning or something based on the stuff below the line!!!!

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muraenide · 7 months

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Jade has his own way of approaching contracts. Jade doesn't lie, and he keeps his word, except there are several 'rules' to which he adheres. Residents of the Coral Sea seem to operate on a system similar to the bartering system: doing trades of equal value and having written contracts as proof of their agreement, as seen in Azul's very own UM and it being a common practice of Jade's father. Jade carries the same values. To him, promises in the form of words mean nothing. A written contract takes paramount importance over everything else.

The difference he has with Azul's way of it is that there is no magic keeping Jade or his contractees bound to the contract. It's safe to call it one of Jade's principles, and it's a principle that he will not break even if nothing is stopping him from breaking it. That also means he expects his contractees to keep their half of the deal in the written contracts as well, and there is nothing that pisses him off more when people refuse to keep their word. Vice versa, signing a contract with Jade is probably the easiest way to feel safe that he'd actually keep his word, or at least what is written in the contract. This is something that has been wired in Jade since he was born, as he mentions that that is what his father does whenever their 'friends' give them expensive gifts that aren't meant for children. The last part of the sentence confirms that Jade was just a child when he recalled that memory.

Hence, Jade will do anything to fulfill the terms of a contract that had been made between himself and others. He does not care if it breaches moral boundaries or if he worked someone to death. In his eyes, he sees only what is stated in the contract. There are pros and cons to this. If in the contract there is a deadline, then Jade will exploit what he can, and use whoever he can, to achieve its terms before the deadline. He will not care if anyone has to suffer during the process. On the other hand, however, Jade does not always necessarily want something physical back, as long as it's stated in the contract. If the contract says that by the end of their deal, Jade will ask for nothing back, then Jade will not. Since that is essentially what Antonio does to his "friends" too. If the terms of a contract is unreasonable, Jade might refuse to establish a contract, and that is when he would allow himself to go back on his words.

There are two exceptions to this, however. Jade has unwritten contracts with two people: Azul and Floyd. These 'contracts' are unwritten because there is nothing to serve as physical proof that the agreement has ever been made, yet Jade adheres to its terms on his own accord, because to him, these two contracts are real. In these two contracts, he offers his life-long companionship to both Azul and Floyd, it explains his apparent unwavering loyalty to both Azul and Floyd, as well as Mostro Lounge. Since while Mostro Lounge technically belongs to Azul, to Jade it has a different meaning and value of importance: It's the most evident and tantamount proof of his friendship with the other two.

#𖦹 ⋆꙳ ⁄ lore.

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docgold13 · 2 years

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365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

May 6th - Doctor Strange

Doctor Stephen Strange, M.D. had once been a brilliant but arrogant neurosurgeon who earned wealth and renown for his skills with a scalpel. This all came to an abrupt end when Strange was involved in a terrible automobile crash that lefts his hands irreparably damaged.

When modern medicine failed him, Strange embarked on a journey to Kamar-Taj in Tibet. There he was granted audience with The Ancient Once, the Sorcerer Supreme. Strange begged that the aged sorcerer cure his crippled hands. The Ancient One refused, offering instead to teach him the ways of magic. Strange declined yet was unable to leave due to a sudden blizzard.

While staying for the duration of the storm, Strange witnessed the Ancient One's villainous apprentice, Baron Mordo, use black magic in an effort to depose of his teacher. Awestruck by the sight of actual magic, Strange tried to warn the Ancient One of Mordo’s treachery. Yet Mordo used further spells that prevented Strange from doing so. Herein, Strange had a change of heart, deciding that the only way to stop Mordo was to learn magic himself in order to challenge Mordo on his terms. As such, Strange accepted the Ancient One's offer. Pleased by Strange's acceptance for unselfish reasons, the Ancient One removed the mystic restraints, explaining that he was well aware of Mordo's treachery but preferred to keep the scheming pupil close by in order to control and possibly change him.

Strange spent years under the Ancient One's tutelage. The same drive and passion that made Strange such a successful surgeon helped him to learn and understand the practice of magic; how to tap the innate mystic powers of himself and the world around him. He also learned to invoke the powers of Principalities, powerful beings such as Dormammu, Amagato, Satannish, and the Vishanti, beings who resided in their own mystic realms.

A few years after Strange's arrival, Mordo left the Ancient One's palace to seek greater power. The two rivals would clash often in the future. It was during this time that Strange passed a test against Death itself. As a reward, Strange was given ageless life and an ankh-shaped mark on his forehead that would only appear when his life was in dire jeopardy. The Ancient One himself had attained near-immortality by passing this test over 600 years earlier.

Strange achieved the level of Master of the Mystic Arts. He left Kamar-Taj and relocated to The Sanctum Sanctorum in Greenwich Village, New York City. From there it was his duty to protect his realm from all manner of perils - threats that would include the dreaded Dormammu, Loki of Asgard, the fear lord Nightmare and his old adversary, Baron Mordo. Strange also met Clea, a young woman born of the Dark Dimension. Clea aided Strange on many occasions; the two would become lovers and were later married. Sadly, Strange and Clea eventually had to separate when Clea became lord of the Dark Dimension.

Although Dr. Strange has had difficulty considered himself a ‘super hero,’ he has nonetheless been very much involved in the various adventures of the broader Marvel Universe. When facing the threat of extra-dimensional beings called the Undying Ones, Strange elicited the aide of Prince Namor The Sub-Mariner, The Incredible Hulk and The Silver Surfer. These four heroes, unofficially referred to as ‘The Defenders,’ would go on to have subsequent adventures and Dr. Strange would later help to form a more official iteration of The Defenders to aide him in safeguarding the world from mystical menaces. Some time herein, Dr. Strange also helped to form the Illuminati, a secretive group of Earth's most influential heroes who would meet only a few times, and only to tackle events of extraordinary importance.

Following the death of The Ancient One, Strange ascended to the role of The Sorcerer Supreme. In this new role, Strange had to attend to near countless threats as well as periodic challenges from ambitious sorcerers wishing to claim for themselves the title of Sorcerer Supreme.

Dr. Strange became a member of the New Avengers during the Dark Reign era, offering The Sanctum Sanctorum as a refuge and base of operations for the now renegade Avengers. With The Avengers’ aide, Strange once more took on Dormammu who was using the villain known as The Hood to claim the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme. Although Dormammu was eventually defeated, the adventured resulted in Strange’s losing this role and the heroic Brother Voodoo became the new Sorcerer Supreme.

Strange regained the mantle following the Secret Wars event and went on to face the dire threat of the Empirikul. Herein he befriended a librarian named Zelma Stanton who became his apprentice. Soon thereafter, Strange founded The Strange Academy, a special school to train the next generation of wizards, witches and warlocks.

Some time later, Dr. Strange was tricked by Loki into gambling away the title of Sorcerer Supreme, allowing Loki to claim it as his own. Strange knew it would only be a matter of time before the pressures and responsibilities would prove too much for Loki. As such, Strange took the opportunity to take a break and briefly opened a veterinary clinic where he was befriended by aged, talking basset hound named ‘Batts.’ Batts ended up passing away, but he enjoyed Strange’s company so much that he remained at his side in a ghostly form.

As expected, Loki grew wary of the title of Sorcerer Supreme and Strange was able to earn it back. Following a harrowing adventure in Las Vegas, Strange felt his connection to earthly magic starting to wane. Investigating this matter resulted in his traversing the cosmos and befriending a dwarf of Nidavellir named Eoffren who taught Strange the arts of Nidavellirian craftsmanship (the artisanship that created Thor’s hammer, Mjolnir). Strange regained his connection to magic and was able to repel a Majesdanian attack on earth.

Upon returning to earth, Strange was embroiled in yet another dire threat where he had to prevent Galactus from consuming the earth. The matter was actually a ploy by the demonic entity, Mephisto, who had unsuccessfully tried to make Galactus his minion. Mephisto was so enraged by his failure and Strange’s interference that he took his revenge by altering Clea's mind, erasing all of her memories of her relationship with Strange.

More recently, Dr. Strange was murdered in an attack by his old adversary, Kaecilius. Strange was briefly resurrected in order to fend off the threat of the Three Mothers and Peregrine Child as well as to gain revenge on Kaecilius. The entity of Death, however, still held claim to Strange’s soul and undid his resurrection. As he passed on to the next plain, Strange offered the mantle of Sorcerer Supreme to Clea thus allowing her to recall her memories of him. When Dr. Strange will return remains to be told.

A version of Dr. Strange appeared in 1978 television movie, portrayed by actor Peter Hootin; Benedict Cumberbatch has portrayed another version of the hero in the Marvel Cinematic Universe. Dr. Strange first appeared in the pages of Strange Tales #110 (1963)

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Dr. Strange #Defenders #Avengers #Strange Academy #Peter Hootin #Benedict Cumberbatch cut-out #paper art

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pandemi-writes · 2 years

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Danny Phantom / Owl House Crossover Concept!

Okay so I don’t have a plot for this, just a concept and a couple scenes, and I don’t want to start another wip when i don’t even have a plot... so anyone can take this, verbatim even, I give full permission.

So first thing’s first: This idea is set in The Owl House universe, with witches and magic, not ghosts (so also no Plasmius or Dani). So if you’re unfamiliar with TOH then i guess you can just skip this post.

Spoiler Warnings for TOH season 2 finale: King’s Tide

Buckle up, it got kinda long

Scene: It’s post-King’s Tide, so the Hexsquad is in the human realm... for at least a few days, no longer than a week for upcoming reasons.

The kids are outside in a fairly open area near the woods (?) but no one is around. They hear the sound of a car getting louder very quickly. They turn to see the GAV (would have to re-name the Ghost Assault Vehicle) screech to a halt near them. Jack and Maddie get out with their bazookas, followed by a frantic-looking Danny, trying to tell them to think this through.

They pull out some sort of hand-held devise that beeps when it’s turned towards the kids. Jack probably yells “WITCH!” before firing at them. Someone creates a magic shield, but the shot was for a smoke-bomb thing, and it starts pouring out this red smoke. Amity, Gus, and Willow drop to their knees, very much weakened, Hunter is weakened but less so, probably leaning heavily but not down, and Luz is not affected (but Glyph magic doesn’t work in the human realm so she isn’t able to do much).

Danny jumps in front of them before they can make another shot and tells his parents to stop. He looks a bit shaky. His parents call him back over but he refuses. Maddie, frustrated, calls out “Daniel Fenton-Wittebane, you get back here or else!” And he refuses again, so in an act of severe child-endangerment, she aims at the witches behind him. In that moment, white rings form around him and move up and down and transform him (no clothing change, just the white hair and green eyes if you want... the only required thing is the pointy ears) into a WITCH! Gasp!

The parents as well as the group behind him falter for a moment (Jack and Maddie could do a whole “What have you done with our son, witch?!” and a “I AM your son!” thing), so Danny grabs the downed group with Luz and Hunter and are able to start running away.

Danny makes a big circle with a free hand a little ways in front of the group as they’re running and yells to the group “Everyone hold your breath!” They run through the circle and turn invisible! They quickly loose Jack and Maddie because of the literary restraints of trying to hold your breath after/while running...

Background/Lore: A while after the two Wittebane brothers disappear into the realm of demons and witches, the remaining Wittebanes find a baby (Caleb’s and Unnamed-Lover’s baby!) (PLOT HOLE: idk how the child got to the human realm, or how the Wittebanes knew they were Caleb’s, etc, etc, etc... that’s for any author who wants to pick this up to decide, even if that decision is to simply not address it), and eventually leave Connecticut.

The child and their descendants are “cursed” (probably by the same witches and demons that lured the good brothers into their evil realm and killed them). They are a little susceptible to the affects of the Witchbane flower (read: Blood Blossoms) (term coined by the Wittebanes), and they have a weird tumor growing on their hearts. They continue the practice of Witch Hunting, even as the times move forward.

Maddie Wittebane eventually meets Jack Fenton (a descendant of (in)famous Witch Hunter John Fentonightingale) and they fall in love talking about their hatred for witches. Maddie used to have a brighter orange hair like Jazz’s, until she got her tumor removed (first one in her line to survive, thanks medical science!). Her weakness to Witchbane disappeared and her hair dulled to a more natural orange. Of course, she kept the tumor for study purposes.

Enter (yo) young Danny Fenton-Wittebane at just 14, he was poking around in his parent’s lab and accidentally turned something on near/under the tumor that Jack/Maddie had carelessly left out, and it exploded on Danny, activating his dormant Bile Sac! (the tumor was a witch’s bile sac, in case anyone didn’t figure that out) He’s a Witch! OH NO! But through panic and determination, he’s able to will the witch away (he unknowingly casts a Transmogrification spell on himself that turns him less witchy enough to pass the sensors his parents made and to cast a reverse-transmogrification spell).

Eventually he gets curious and when he’s alone, he transforms and practices magic.

Danny’s Powers: I’m thinking his powers would be pure -- uncorrupted by any structure or tradition -- Wild Magic. I think his powers would mirror Luz’s Glyph spells, each having a base of Light, Plant, Ice, or Fire. Absolutely no idea about any of the Isles’ magic tracts. He’d be able to do spells that no other witch has thought possible, but also would have no idea how to do some basic spells from the Isles. One of his favorites is Flight! He would take a levitation spell and just kinda supercharge it.

Sam and Tucker: 3 options for Danny’s friends: 1, they just don’t exist. 2, they were his friends back in not-Connecticut (idk what state, it varies). 3, they’re in Connecticut and Danny could stay with Camila and the gang (dang sorry Camila), and Danny could meet them at school.

If they exist, Tucker could stay the same, he’s perfect the way he is. SAM on the other hand is absolutely a Witchy-Goth. If you find the right online spaces, you can find people who have found Glyph magic, and do their own glyphs and combos! (The problem is... they all think that if the paper disintegrates, the curse/blessing worked, because the paper magically disintegrated!) When Luz finds this, she’s able to actually know what those combos would do if they actually worked, and finds new combos, and is inspired to make more for when they return to the demon realm.

Other Notes: If Danny gets to the demon realm, he could adopt a little green dog palisman named Cujo.

I don’t have any plot so anyone can take this and run with it, change anything you want, take everything verbatim, go wild (magic)!

I FORGOT! So when the portal opened up to spit the kids out, the Fenton-Wittebane household got a ping on their new Magic Detector! So they packed up and drove to Connecticut, so that’s why it took a few days to get there.

#Danny Phantom #The Owl House #Crossover #Fic Concept

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Dragon Ball GT 14

✨GT Stands for Grandpa’s Timing✨

Luud is at full power, which makes him bright red. Stupidly, Goku and Trunks continue to fight him in base form, despite the fact that they only really made any headway when they briefly turned Super Saiyans and attacked him together. Now, Luud is stronger, but the good guys are holding back for no obvious reason. Also, Trunks gets sidelined, so Goku ends up fighting alone for much of this episode. At least, Goku’s alone on the outside.

Because on the inside, all of the victims Luud absorbed are beginning to wake up, starting with Pan. I don’t entirely get it. At first she seems to be some sort of sleeping ghost, then a ghostly Doltaki tries to kiss her and when she slaps him he becomes solid. Then while she smacks the shit out of him everyone else wakes up to see what’s going on.

Practically everyone in here blames Doltaki for their predicament, so naturally they all want a piece of him, but he claims that he knows how to escape, even though he refuses to talk, since he seems to be more afraid of Mu than of being trapped inside Luud.

Hey, did you miss the Para Brothers? No? Well too bad, because they’re inside Luud and they’re all over this episode. Pan asks them to use their dance magic to force Doltaki to tell them how to defeat Luud, and it works.

✨ “Good” “Ideas”, Poorly Executed.✨

By this point, GT has introduced enough characters in one place that we’re now just sort of having them mingle together, which only compounds their individual shittyness. So now we have the Para Brothers using their spell on Doltaki, inside Luud, in order to rescue the Luud cultists and thwart the evil scheme of Dr. Mu. If any of these characters had been enjoyable, this might have turned out to be somewhat fun, but the Para Brothers are like one of those awful SNL sketches that uses repetition instead of humor, and Doltaki’s a sex offender, and Luud looks like a pile of tomatoes with half the charisma. Oh, and Dr. Mu looks like a shitty knockoff of Dr. Gero. I’ll have more to say about Mu down the line, but for now, you can rest assured that he sucks just as much as the rest of this clown show.

Doltaki points out a “cell” in Luud’s body. When Mu created Luud, he began with that cell, which I guess is the thing he mutated to make Luud a “mutant”. The term “machine mutant” gets used a lot in this series. Dr. Mu, Luud, and I’m pretty sure Mutchy all called Machine Mutants, and I don’t think I’ve ever understood just what that is. Anyway, if you take out that one cell, the rest of Luud will collapse, and everyone trapped inside will be freed.

The catch is that you can’t just shoot it from the inside. Pan can hit it easily enough, but that only dazes Luud for a moment. You need someone to attack it on the outside as well, and those attacks have to happen simultaneously in order to make this work. I’m just going to point out that this weakness never came up for any of the other Machine Mutant characters we’ll be seeing as the show progresses.

So Pan has to contact Goku on the outside and tell him what to do. Fortunately, the Para Brothers have telepathic abilities. Unfortunately, the Para Brothers have telepathic abilities, which means they have to set up another repetitive, unfunny gag where their power only works through song. Then they stop singing their messages, and Pan calls them out on it, which would be satisfying except this wastes even more time.

But they do relay the message to Goku. Luud’s weak spot is almost invisible from the outside, but Goku can sense Pan’s ki when she attacks it, so he knows where to shoot. They tell him to look for a red thing on his body, which is maybe the most unhelpful thing ever.

So Pan and Goku can both shoot the weak spot, but the problem is that they can’t hit it at the exact same time. Goku apparently has difficulty with this sort of timed coordination, which is bullshit because he learned and mastered the Fusion Dance without having a partner to practice the steps.

So what’s Luud doing while all of this is going on? Jack shit, that’s what. This dumb monster was supposed to be the primary threat of this whole arc. They devoted six episodes of this show to Luud and his cult, and now he’s finally at full power, but all he does is sort of stand around, occasionally flailing his arms and saying his name while he waits for Goku and Pan to kill him.

Here’s a stupid question. Why doesn’t Goku just go Super Saiyan 2 and kill Luud by himself? He was doing pretty well before, and he’s not fighting anywhere close to his full power. You could argue that Luud can only be killed by attacking his weak spot, but if that were true then Mu wouldn’t have been worried about getting him up to full strength. You could also argue that Goku might kill Pan and the others if he goes full ham on Luud, but they seem to be trapped inside Luud’s tummy, so I think that means Goku could blow Luud’s head off without hurting anyone.

Another stupid question. Dr. Mu waited twenty years for this? Luud was supposed to be a doomsday weapon, but he can’t even kill one Saiyan. Mutchy gave Goku a harder time than this, and he could actually talk and stuff.

While “the god of destruction” swats at Goku and misses him with eye lasers, Goku talks to the Para Brothers and suggests using a chant to get their timing down, as opposed to a count of three. It works, though I don’t see what the difference is. Maybe this is just a “Goku likes food” joke. Well, it works, so I can’t complain.

Man, that Machine Mutant is toast.

Yeah, more like... burnt toast.

Once Luud falls apart, all of the people trapped inside are teleported back out, including Doltaki, who somehow slips away and takes off in a crappy little spaceship. You know, that kind of looks like the time machines in the Xenoverse games, but not quite.

Anyway, Doltaki kind of doesn’t matter, since his sole purpose was to run the Luud cult, which is now completely destroyed. I guess he could still be a menace if he hung onto that fleshlight that turns people into dolls, but I’m pretty sure we never see anyone use that power again from here on out.

✨Is This Episode Worse than “The Roaming Lake”?✨

It’s got the Para Brothers and Dolltaki, so yes. Yes, it is much worse.

✨Positivity Page✨

So, I don’t have a lot of good things to say about this episode. I guess one bright spot is that it mostly managed to stay focused on a singular objective: defeating Luud. Prior episodes kept getting distracted with nonsense like Giru eating the Dragon Radar, or Pan cosplaying as a bee, or Doltaki just ditching the main plot to hide in his playroom. The final battle with Luud sucked, but at least we didn’t have to keep switching scenes to check in on some other horseshit happening someplace else.

More importantly, I think we’ve finally passed through the absolute worst of Dragon Ball GT. I seem to remember Episode 15 being not entirely terrible, and The pre-Baby stuff is bad, but at least it’s not Zoonama-flirting-with-Trunks bad. The Baby Saga is pretty weak, but I think most fans agree it was the high water mark for GT, so when you watch this series, you start to really look forward to Baby showing up, because the first 14 episodes are such a trash dump.

On the other hand, it never actually gets good, and that’s sort of the trick GT plays on you. Every time I’ve watched it, including now, I keep thinking that the episode I’m on right now is terrible, but at least the next one will be a little better. And I keep watching and keep watching, and then I’m finally on the last episode and I realize that no, it just sort of sucked the whole way through. That’s one reason I keep comparing each episode to “The Roaming Lake”, because I don’t have the patience to rank GT episodes from best to worst, but I still want to establish which episodes are good enough to stand alongside the original DB and DBZ.

✨The Blade Braxton Memorial Haiku*✨

Search Four Planets

To find just two Dragon Balls?

Sheesh. Who booked this crap?

#dragon ball #2023dbapocryphaliveblog #dragon ball gt #really sucks #goku #trunks #pan #doltaki #luud #bon para #son para #don para

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Riverdale S6B Ep #111 (“Blue Collar”)

Workers and the Exploiters are all there are, according to either Riverdale or Jughead Jones. Where does Jughead Jones place himself in this reductive schema, I wonder? And for that matter, where does Tabitha fit?

To the surprise of no one but the extremely silly Fangs Fogarty, Percival Pickens is not a man of his word, and also they didn’t SIGN ANYTHING, apparently, before they began working on this giant enterprise. The Riverdale people are much more naive than the residents of Rivervale who at least SIGNED their contracts with the devil. The ghost train construction is underway. Also you know who also built railroads? Chinese men they called Coolies. This show has had maybe three women of East Asian descent - the evil sex-demon Jess, the almost-victim Minerva, the definitely dead Midge. Just saying.

Moose and Kevin are also part of this crew.

Cheryl is practically tits out in the relocated diner to explain about the ghost train to Archie. I applaud Tabitha and Archie for being able to keep their eyes at um, eye level. Is Cheryl dressed like this because she’s still ‘hot’?

Union, values, agitating, strike - and I am as bored as Cheryl. Tabitha looks very pretty as she suggests that they give out free cups of coffee because the skinflint Percival won’t give people free coffee. This is a HUGE mistake that I’m shocked Percival made! No free coffee?

Veronica according to Agent Drake is a giant biodialysis machine. Also Drake was a person who busted up illegal absinthe rings. There was a weird white boy who tried to make absinthe, the real kind, in his dorm bathtub (Yeah our dorms had bathtubs. Did anyone take A BATH in one? Of course not.) It smelled like satan and not even his dumbass friends dared drink it. Agent Drake also used to be on the Hiram Lodge case!

Charles has been placed in Betty’s room by Alice. He’s dying of something.

Tabitha announces a super discount on the burgers of Pop’s (25 cents??) while she hands out free coffee on the site of the Ghost Train. Uncle Fucking Frank objects and I don’t care. She calls people FELLAS. Only three people call others FELLAS in Riverdale - SWEET PEA (not sorry. I will never stop), Jughead, and now Tabitha.

Moose asks Kevin how he can afford to live in purple splendor. Kevin still has shame enough to fudge and stammer and lie: “Uh, Percival’s helping me out. A bit.” Yup. Moose doesn’t seem to approve of Kevin seeking full custody of Anthony.

Alice’s guilt about putting Charles up for adoption after desperately not wanting to carry him to term means she can never refuse him anything. So she tells Betty to suck it up, that she’s going to be forced into shouldering the difficult work of caring for a terminally ill person.

Percival is in Reggie’s mind. Jughead did a rough job of editing Reggie’s memories, so Percival reassesses the risk that Jughead poses to him. Reggie is still demanding to be taught magic by Percival, who he still thinks is a wizard, so Percival says he’s going to teach Reggie ventriloquism, which is both magic and also can be taught? Or maybe just one of the two, it’s not clear. Percival is going to sabotage Jughead’s act, and the way he says the name Jughead is absolutely acid.

Fangs and Carlos (new dude) come to the diner Archie ambushes them with his pro union agitating as promised.

Veronica, whenever anyone ever says anything to her, tries to make a business out of it. (Is Veronica an Exploiter? Because she’s not a Worker, right?). Drake mentioned absinthe, so now Veronica wants to go into the absinthe business. I wish I had her mind. She and Drake smile at each other, both being the female mirror image of the young Jughead Jones without quite knowing it. Drake gives Veronica what she wants, which is acknowledgment of her business prowess.

Betty sneers at the half brother she shares with Jughead about whether he ever got married to Chic while he’s on his deathbed, as far as she knows. She also asks him directly if he’s afraid of dying, and Charles, maybe sensing danger, says what he thinks she wants to hear - that he deserves it, he’s very sorry, he’s made peace with it.

Heather is with Cheryl at the Blossom mansion so she can discuss the Pickens’ ownership of the Maleficarum. She’s going to teach Cheryl how to make herself invisible without a Harry Potter cloak. Right then, Veronica, who really just is always working, drops by to ask for wormwood, which Cheryl of course has. Cheryl plays hot and cold with Veronica a lot, depending on whether she has an actual out gay girl to play with or not. Veronica, please get it together.

Percival too is someone who is super diligent. He went to the Diner to woo Archie by giving him an offer of a job with all the ‘values related’ bells and whistles. He actually sounds exactly like a Silicon Valley dudebro during the SJW phases of big corporations, doesn’t he? Archie says that he cannot be bought, which I am going to insist is a call back to Valerie teaching him this concept when the Blossoms literally bought Archie for a bit by buying him expensive instruments and dangling music school like bait.

Foni (I refuse to call them Tangs - Tangy is one of my favorite flavor descriptors, so NO) have hired an attorney who makes no attempt to hide how shitty she thinks their cases is or how contemptible she finds the two of them. I mean, hard agree, but at the same time, why is this woman’s sense of client service so terrible? Is she very cheap? But she’s willing to travel all the way to Whyte Wyrm from wherever it is, which I’ve also rarely heard of - so why come all the way just to be nasty and discouraging to her clients? Is she trying to get fired? Oh maybe. Anyway the course of their entire lives (as Serpents) and their presently charted futures (as Serpents) is going to fuck up Foni’s custody battle with Kevin.

Fangs has doubts about marrying Toni. Toni is not good at lying to him because she lays it out straight (ahem) - they need to be married to keep Baby Anthony (whom I have to point out yet again, has never been seen being cared for or even TOUCHED by Fangs) from Kevin.

At the Forsythe the Fantastic show, Jughead is doing great (and has what could potentially be groupies get super excited when he guesses the answers right). Reggie has learned to ‘throw his voice’ really well (when your teacher is a wizard everything is possible I guess?) which distracts Jughead enough for Percival to try to invade his mind. The Jughead mind has a big door that says Private! Keep Out! No admittance! and as the cutest little bit of hostility, This Means You Percival! Photos of his family and friends - Jellybean, Betty, Tabitha, Archie, FP (But not Gladys! Not Pops!) that matter most to Jughead are decorated on the outside. This seems like a strange self reveal, potentially a data self-breach, but maybe this is an inadvertent leak (he can’t help but show that he cares about these people).

When Percival discusses this problem with Reggie, good ole Reginald shows how talented he is as a henchman. He understands immediately the concept of a talisman, knows exactly what Jughead’s talisman would be, AND where to find it. Did Veronica tell him the time capsule location or did Archie? Or was he just watching them from somewhere like a creeper back in the day?

Archie is doing really awesome as a union agitator. Honest day’s work, children’s children, treated like human beings… This is supposed to be PRO union, right? This episode? So why are the good guys mouthing the most cliched pablums in a show capable of delivering the most excitingly unhinged lines?

Betty is still torturing Charles about his past so she can understand herself better. According to Charles, the first kill of an innocent little furry mammal as a kid is what sets off the gene / path to serial killerdom, and context does not matter.

Fangs and Kevin have a work-place scuffle about Baby Anthony’s paternity. Cheryl’s perfect at making herself invisible to Percival on the first try with Heather acting as her decoy. What she’s not perfect at is being a catburglar (she never was good at this even as a kid) so she makes noise, leading Percival to investigate. He keeps smirking at empty space though, so does he really not see her? Cheryl has the book they were talking about.

Veronica, in her home office, is studying up on absinthe and wormwood. She also leaps to an amazing conclusion that if she squashes something in her tiny hand really hard, she can ‘leach’ the toxins out of it (but it keeps all its flavor??).

Meanwhile Betty is talking about herself and her problems to Archie. Drake apparently told her about a theory that that moral corruption leads to bodily corruption, and I think the medical name for this condition is called Victimblameitis, you know, and seeing it in action tends to inflame into a towering rage anyone who has ever lost someone they loved to cancer and kidney disease. Just. I understand that Betty is a very limited girl who is grasping at straws while struggling with problems far beyond her stunted emotional resources, but why do they have to make her say things like this? That Charles being a murderer is what gave him his illness (when illness is just illness) and then, instead of questioning the very bizarre premise that illness is somehow ‘manifesting’ something, jumps to worrying directly and only about herself. Just as she’s saying, poison is rotting him from the inside and I want to tear my eyelashes out one by one, Betty looks out of Archie’s window into her childhood bedroom to observe Alice doing a slow murder walk with a pillow towards Charles. She walks in on Alice trying to suffocate Charles to death, stops the murder, and gently walks Alice out.

Meanwhile Toni is yelling at Fangs about being a silly man. I actually wonder if this is a manhating moment on this show. Fangs, a bisexual man, and Kevin, a gay man, are fighting over whose sperm made a baby neither of them actually love or want to parent or be a father to. Fangs has still never been seen holding Baby Anthony since this whole custody fiasco began, by the way. Kevin is not in any way set up to take care of a baby by himself nor wealthy enough to hire competent help. But they both want the signifier - I have sperm that can impregnate a woman - and that’s all they’re really after. Absolutely hateful.

Alice is yelling at Betty for interrupting the murder. She’s so mad that someone, yet again, has stopped her from ending Charles’ intrusion into her life. This is the most roundabout pro-choice statement I’ve ever seen on any media my whole life.

Heather calls Cheryl a ‘witch’ in the honorific, congratulatory sense as they exult over the theft they perpetrated on Percival. Strangely, Cheryl really doesn’t seem to like it. Heather notices, and is a little abashed. Cheryl realizes Heather has noticed.

Percival and Reggie are acting like Jughead fandom. They’ve collected (via theft) the things that make Jughead special and uniquely himself. A photo of Jughead with JB taken at Pop’s during the brief time when the Jones’ were all living as one family in the Cooper’s house that Gladys bought them. A copy of Jughead’s book The Outcasts, hardcover no less. His Southside Serpents jacket. And the beanie dug out of the time capsule.

Now we cut to Moose and Kevin, and they talk about sperm and I hate my life so much right now. So I guess the Fangs-Kevin-Toni throuple (or whatever they were) used artificial insemination. And their clinic was willing to do what they used to in days of yore for infertile men who had to get a sperm donor - mix semen together so that you could say TECHNICALLY you didn’t know who the father was, it might be you, even though you have zero sperm motility. Moose is, as they say, the only one with rights because he says quite perceptively: ‘you’re afraid you’re not his real father’ to Kevin. And the thing is, no matter whose goddamned final contender sperm it was, Baby Anthony has no father in the way that all four people (Fangs, Toni, Kevin and now Moose) are using the term ‘father.’ He has a sperm donor, for sure, but he has NO FATHER. Can Moose be the father, actually? He’s the only one with a working braincell. This used to be Toni. I mourn, I grieve, etc.

Percival calls Archie to drop indirect threats in dulcet tones in his ear. Workers (with a capital W) are going to suffer on-the-job accidental amputations if Archie won’t let up. He even smiles a little to himself before he hangs up.

Betty and Alice are terrifying. They’ve set up a really nice, very proper dinner for two with all the cutlery and plates and very correct glasses of white wine immediately after Betty hauled Alice off of a terminally sick man that Alice was trying to suffocate. Betty says she thinks she maybe has a way to help Charles. (She really means someone she knows can be roped in to be of specific use to Betty Cooper but yeah, girl protagonist rights are everlasting).

Cheryl keeps on calling Heather “MY FRIEND” in this extremely heavy handed hint-dropping way, but none of these assholes (Ahem ARCHIE) think to ask her WHO IS YOUR FRIEND. Like, Cheryl stayed cooped up in the Blossom mansion for seven years nonstop with just her grandma, and now she’s going around mentioning MY FRIEND nonstop and nobody asks a single question. Riverdale has a heart, sure, but it’s cold as a witch’s teat. Anyway, she hands Archie a sheaf of documents relating to the fact that Percival’s family (extremely long distance and in a different country?) was always anti union.

Percival, dressed in Jughead cosplay, invades Jughead’s mind from a few floors above him as he’s doing his Forsythe the Fantastic act. I am a little heartbroken over the fact that Jughead’s own sense of himself is so fragile - he thinks he’s this hat and these clothes? Percival slams open the door of Jughead’s mind and jabs a rolled up newspaper into the door jamb, which leaves him wide open to every single person’s thoughts ever. What he describes when Veronica finds him after the freak out describes an introvert meltdown to a T. Other people are far too much with him! He’s gotta go somewhere quiet to be alone! OMG Jughead, me too, like all the time! Veronica is so kind and worried.

Back at the Foni Apartment of Failure, Britta (in very adorable double buns) gives a glowing babysitter’s review for Anthony to Toni, who hears that Kevin appeared the same time as a pacifier disappeared, and is very annoyed. Jughead, very freaked out, goes straight to Tabitha at the new Pop’s location. He can still hear everything. He run away.

Veronica is being useful to Betty, and now with Drake in tow. Veronica is going to be ‘hooked up with’ Charles to ‘filter out’ the toxins in Charles’ blood. Charles accepts the Hail Mary move. Betty asks in the sweetest way possible if Charles wouldn’t rather just die. Charles answers that he wants to keep living.

In my absolutely least part of anything I’ve seen Toni do so far, she kicks in Kevin’s door. He and Moose are seated at a little table with a candle lit, bowls of ice cream in front of them, very cozy. Toni, wearing brass knuckles, punches Kevin in the head, twice, breaking skin. On television, torture always works, completely, and the torture victim always coughs up the truth. I hate when they do this. Kevin, with the appalled Moose silently staring at this entire situation, tells Toni where the pacifier is. She was right, apparently. He took it to do a DNA test to prove that he’s the sperm donor. Toni takes it back, and leaves after threatening him with murder.

Jughead is still freaking out because he can’t shut out the world. Why do the worst possible things always happen to this poor little blorbo?

Tabitha and Archie are riling up The Workers at The Diner. The way they do this is by reading anti union words written by someone that Percival is at best some sort of distant relative. I mean. My great grandfather was older brother to a bishop and uncle to a priest and um, I am pretty sure he was against absolutely everything I am doing with my life, like, yanno, be a woman who votes and earned a college degree and stuff? What? In any case, this seems to work on The (not bright) Workers.

Cheryl confesses to Heather that she came up with the library scheme so she could keep talking to and doing things with her. But - character growth?!? - now that things are getting both weird and dangerous, Cheryl wants to throw Heather out of harm’s way. Heather says she wants to spend lots of time with Cheryl too. They seem so happy.

Intentional cut to Toni icing her knuckles with the Serpent Jacket hanging off her chair. She has in front of her brass knuckles and a pacifier and I feel like I myself have been punched in the head with the Fist of Ham. Fangs has a tendency to appear at Toni’s lowest points (the earlier was when she was stripping at her own bar). Toni says that she is going to be ‘strong’ by being a violent Serpent.

We learn bits of more Serpent lore which kind of come up like magical objects in the Harry Potter universe. Heretofore completely unheard of things are mentioned and accepted without explanation between the characters to fit whatever the narrative needs it to be. So. Serpents function like the Catholics - you can be inducted into the Serpents. But I thought some of them were BORN Serpents. So anyway there’s a Serpent Baptism where in the father bequeaths a Serpent Name (™) upon the infant so baptized. Fangs is a Serpent Name (™). Is Toni such a name? Sweet Pea I guess was. Is Jughead? But why did Jughead get a Serpent Baptism and then have to ‘join’ the Serpents as a teen? Is that the same as Confirmation? Is Fangs gonna be the Serpent Godfather to his own son? AUGH. Or do only BOY babies get this?

Fangs says he’s going to marry Toni and I want to throw someone off the roof too.

Back at wherever they are- the casino champagne suite, I guess - Kevin tells Percival he’s sorry the plan didn’t work. Moose is in the room. Why is Moose in the room? Please don’t tell me Percival gets his grubby long limp hands on Moose. PROTECT MOOSE. Anyway, Percival tells Kevin and Moose that Fangs is the sperm donor. Why am I forced to have the same perspective as Percival? Percival says who the biological father is. Percival makes that distinction that I make and…. I used to be Bret. Am I now Percival? (Oh dash it all.)

Percival says that Baby Antony represents “Riverdale’s greatest hope, its spirit.” Percival and the baby are both potential futures and there can be only one. Is this why neither Fangs nor Kevin really touch the baby? Because they are both shit and the universe will not allow it?

Meanwhile Charles is no longer hooked up to machines. He says he feels better, to Betty. He thanks her and Veronica. I’ve been so annoyed by Fangs and everything that I realize belatedly we didn’t get to see HOW Veronica acts like a dialysis machine. Like does she suck it out of people??? Squeeze them??? Anyway, Betty, as brutal as ever, tells Charles that she knew from the start Veronica might be a solution but she held off on purpose. She says she’s not ready to give up on herself.

uh.

When has Betty Cooper ever given up on herself? Not once, not ever. It’s her primary trait- absolute will to survive, total focus on herself. Betty says she intends to “focus on what I’m doing, in the present, and in my future.” All well and good, sure, but when do you ever focus on anything that isn’t that, Betty? Not once, not ever, do you ever, in fact, stray from this focus. What are you on about?

Betty still wants to catch TBK. Because she always needs to punish, to the end, anyone who bests her in anything. Charles offers to help.

Archie confronts Percival, Frank, Kevin and Moose (BAD MOOSE! MOOSE! WHY!) at the former Sketch Alley. The Workers are striking. Percival threatens him with ‘real fighting’ before sauntering off. And Veronica’s very poisonous looking absinthe is ready! Betty and she discuss the procedure - the blood circulated through Veronica before being put back into Charles and I am so sorry I asked. Veronica asks how Betty is, and Betty says that stopping Alice from murdering Charles makes her feel optimistic about the future. That Alice constantly wants to murder, put away, erase, and abandon all of her biological children in turn is left unaddressed.

Betty asks to host a Serial Killer Fandom comic-con.

Jughead has left a note, and run away from home (meaning, Tabitha). He tells her “I’ve lost control” so he needs to go somewhere quiet, and so on. And during this heartbreaking recitation I was chanting:

NOT THE BUNKER

NOT THE FUCKING DILTON DOILEY BUNKER

And of course JUGHEAD IS IN THE FUCKING BUNKER.

Jughead isolating himself when he suffers a problem, compared to Betty dragging in literally everyone she knows at a moment’s notice to do her part? DO THE BETTY WAY EVERYONE. Hers is so much better.

In the bunker, Jughead starts to hear Rivervale voices come through from somewhere.

#For some mysterious reason my regional netflix will not show me the final two episodes until July 4th and 18th respectively #till then!#riverdale episode 111 #riverdale episode 6.16 #riverdale opinion #betty cooper critical #anti fangs fogarty #riverdale season 6 #Riverdale s6 #riverdale recap #riverdale episode recap

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icemde · 6 months

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ICE MAKER MAGIC & GRAY'S STYLE

MAKER MAGIC IS KNOWN FOR ITS CREATIVITY AND FREEDOM. In terms of magics its one of the most versatile ones out there, with the only real limits being the caster's imagination and their magic power. With it's ability to range from static every day items to gigantic, life like creations, and to be based in almost any element imaginable, it's easy to see the appeal of such a kind of magic.

WHILE ITS THE MOST PREVALENT TYPE WE SEE IN THE SERIES, ICE MAKER MAGIC ISN'T ALL THAT COMMON. Most maker magics tend to focus on more solid and sustainable elements, such as wood or iron, mainly due to their more practical uses in daily life. The only Ice Make users we see in the series all have connection to the same person: Ur, be it as blood relation or being her student, which is why the canon has a larger population of Ice Make users than other types of Maker Magics. However, in terms of the world at large, it's not very commonly seen, and is often associated with the northern kingdoms, due to their colder climates. When Gray had first arrived in to Fairy Tail, many of the older mages were fascinated by the mere idea of an ice based maker magic, and most of them pieced together themselves where Gray had originally called home.

FOR A MAGIC SO ROOTED IN CREATIVITY, A STYLE LIKE GRAY'S IS ALMOST CONFUSING, ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING WHO HE LEARNED FROM. Ur had an unparalleled mastery of the craft, and was able to create truly breathtaking spells with such ease, all seeming to fall under her botanical motif. Her ability to make devastating attacks look like the most gentle aspects of nature was truly awe inspiring, and she encouraged her students to find their own styles. Lyon took this and perfected the animated style, leaning more towards animals. He had also taken to an aspect of nature, embracing the creatures that roamed it and honed that as his art. But Gray? Gray had been very practical with what he created. There was no influence of nature, no creative spin, instead rather cut and dry with what he wanted. Even other Maker Magic users such as Laki have a creative spin to their magic, but not Gray. Ever blunt as to what he wants his magic to make and what it should be, leaving very little room for a creative spin or alteration on it. His very straight forward take is due to his reason for learning the magic in the first place.

GRAY LEARNED MAKER MAGIC FOR ONE REASON AND ONE REASON ONLY. COMBAT. Gray had become Ur's student solely for the purpose of fighting Deliora and avenging his family, and thus only ever saw the magic as a tool. In his youth, Gray never truly allowed himself to see the beauty in his magic, the freedom it possessed, instead only seeing it as a means to an end. As he learned, he was very cut and dry with what he wanted, because he didn't believe he had the time to add the flourishes and uniqueness typically carried by those who use the magic. This was a tool and nothing more, so what he created would reflect that. While Lyon would summon a swarm of birds, Gray would go the more practical route and fire off arrows or spears. When Ur would create a beautiful rose bloom to protect herself, Gray would skip straight to its purpose, a simple shield instead. Gray had refused to let him personality and self thrive through his magic when he was learning it, far too wrapped up in his desire for revenge and the grief that haunted him that the prospect of truly making his magic his own was something that never crossed his mind. It wouldn't be til almost a decade later, after facing his past head on and coming out the other end mostly unscathed would Gray begin to let his magic begin to reflect himself. Instead of the most basic forms of what he needed, the weapons he would create would start to be more intricate and details. What use to be plain blades would now be much more intricate, but equally as deadly. His basic bows would now be adorned with decorative aspects, in no means interfering with their purpose, but displaying an elegance equal to their strength. It was a subtle change, something most people would miss, but for those who knew the Ice Mage, they could see his true colors finally shining through with each spell he cast.

#❄*:·. « headcanon. »#'why does gray get the most boring maker magic' ITS CALLED TRAUMA BABYYYY #Gray is such an artistic person in nature #i refuse to believe he wouldn't have done something unique like ur or lyon had he not had to deal with the deliora bullshit #LIKE LET THIS BOY BE EXTRA WITH HIS MAGIC #me: ignore 100yq #also me: thank you for letting gray be creative with his spells

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1, 6, 7 and 9 for Rhia

Hi sweet Nonny! How would they solve the trolley problem?

Oof, going straight for the jugular. Here of course several decisions she had to ponder/make during DAO play a factor. Post the Highever massacre Rhia is...in a very dark place. She not only resents Duncan for forcibly conscripting and dragging her away from her parents after almost knocking her out, she loathes him from robbing her of a death suffered while defending her family and the home she loves. So if the one person to save five innocents were her, she wouldn't hesitate to give her own life. However... post Ostagar (Which she never saw as a betrayal at all but a tactical retreat made by an exhausted general) when looking at Orzammar (She chose Bhelen) or the Landsmeet (She signed a document sealing the deal that if Anora's testimony aids her in getting Loghain toppled, she will keep her on the throne and spare her father's life, no matter her feelings for Alistair. Whom she did not inform of this which was another of Anora's terms.), she can be incredibly ruthless and is very much focused on the ruthless calculus (As Garrus states to Shepard in ME3). So I believe she'd be inclined to save the five innocents. But it'd also depend on who the ONE innocent she has to sacrifice is. Her daughter Teleri? Her husband? Leliana? Her brother? This very much reminds me of the very FIRST important decision you have to make in Fable III where your brother, the King, forces you to choose who will die: Your beloved or a bunch of peaceful protesters whom he calls a violent mob and traitors.

In all honesty, in Rhia's case the answer just isn't set in stone. That's the best I got on that one. Does the government have the right to override bodily autonomy?

Given that Ferelden, the only home and society she knows, is very much based on medieval feudal societies (A mix of England, Scotland and Celtic history) and her being the daughter of a wealthy Teyrn (Basically a Duke) Rhia would have believed that the nobility/the state has the right to override bodily autonomy in several ways (IE in war). Until she herself had hers violently overridden by a man driven by a desperate grit to defeat the Blight. It's part of Rhia's privilege coming to the fore that teaches her several valuable lessons. When she herself leads the Wardens (She has been called Commander BEFORE the Landsmeet even. By Loghain, no less), there are no forceful conscriptions, obfuscations leading to heavily pregnant widows or hiding the sinister truth behind the fact that there are so few female Wardens overall. Once Loghain is defeated in the duel and thus made to relinquish the regency, she offers an alliance to the Teyrn of Gwaren, the Hero of River Dane, her father's name and girlhood hero, which he accepts. It is Loghain who insists on becoming a Warden to atone. He keeps his Teyrnir (If Alistair can become King, Rhia refuses to take what isn't hers to take to begin with. Plus, this later leads to her reclaiming her name, Lady Rhiannon Cousland, Commander of the Grey in Ferelden) and serves as Ferelden's General because there is none other more qualified. Which also means that his allies, thus molliefied, will more happily join the fight.) She also OFFERS becoming a Warden to Nathaniel, Velanna, Anders and Sigrun. She'd have offered them sanctuary regardless. So I think that, as she grows and learns, she comes to understand that NO ONE has the right to override anyone's bodily autonomy. Whether it's mages for fear of magic or serfs over the tradition of feudalism practiced in Ferelden. Do they support the draft? Would they draft dodge?

I think the above answers that question pretty well. She'd understand that drafting might be necessary when things get desperate (IE The Blight. The Breach.) but overall? No. She doesn't support it and would very likely draft dodge in most circumstances. Is being rich a moral failing?

It's not a failing per se, it's an obligation. The ancient Orlesian motto, Noblesse Oblige (Details HERE) is very important to her as a Commander, a Teyrna (of Gwaren) and as an Arlessa (of Amaranthine). Rhiannon not only insists on supporting charities and communities in dire need of help (IE the Alienage at Highever receives long due reparations after the Blight), she also invests in creating opportunities and is a regular giver of largesse to whoever needs it without asking anything and those who wish to repair her out of pride or duty she tells to use those funds to support others, thus creating a ripple effect that plants seed that will bloom long after she has gone to the Fade. Rhia has no patience or tolerance when comes to hedonism, greed or materialism. She is Fereldan to the chore and while she may not have lived through the Occupation, her father's and Loghain's generation has. It is why Loghain's deeds in Denerim are what she finds hardest to work past, even if it was mainly Howe acting in Loghain's name. (It was still on his watch, Loghain himself agrees with this.) She also will not stand for Denerim's Alienage to be left in shambles. Not after the aid Myrna Tabris and her community have provided despite humanity not deserving any Elvhen support. It's also why a part of Highever's lands, mainly secluded woods and farming areas, are given to the Dalish as thanks for their aid as well as a new independent Homeland offering alienage dwellers and Elvhen mages a viable alternative. It is overseen by Eluned Mahariel, first Dalish Ambassador to Queen Anora's court. (She later becomes Chancellor and, around a decade later, Queen Consort) To Rhiannon greed and excessive hedonism are anathema. She also had to LEARN that herself, mind. It's why she and Desideria Hawke do NOT get along at all. (Desideria being a ruthlessly ambitious hedonist as well as a hidden mage. Phew, they have some LOUD arguments later at Skyhold. I might fic that if anyone is curious?) ---- THANK YOU, darling Nonny, for asking about my sweet girl. I missed talking about Rhia. I missed writing long Meta posts. It means SO MUCH to me.

#Calling Cards #Askbox Memes #Sweet Nonnies #Rhiannon Cousland #OC Memes #TOO MUCH META #DA META #OC META #I missed Her Grumpiness SFM

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Brothers React to a Demigod MC

So, I've gotten some interest to do a Brothers follow-up to a previous request of mine (Undateables React to a Cute, Badass MC), however, I've thus far refused to write one. Honestly, this HC actually plays on a trope I personally dislike and had it not been a request I would have never done it to start with. I just can't see any reasonable way a non-magic human can beat a bunch of demons, I just can't, and that hinders my imagination quite a bit. …But someone who’s not so human? That I can get behind. Fair warning, I grew up with the Percy Jackson series so that’s going to paint quite a bit of how I see modern demigods. Ready for things to get super-ultra fanfic-y for a bit?

Intro:

The day to kidnap bring the exchange students to the Devildom has finally come and the demons have all gathered in the Council Room to open their portal to the human world. Really, things started without a hitch - the portal opened with and their future student dropped down out of it and landed on the floor… before they suddenly leapt up, pulled out a weapon, and lunged at them!

… This isn’t your normal human, it is?

Lucifer

Oh Devil, this couldn’t have been any farther than what they wanted… They were looking for a human and they managed to pull out a halfling! A divine halfling no less!! Why wasn’t this in their file?!

Look, Lucifer might not be on good terms with his father, but even he knows he had it better than any children of the pagan gods… The levels of petty vindictiveness that run through that bunch are literally the stuff of legends...

After he and Barbatos were able to restrain the MC before they hurt themselves or anyone else, Diavolo explained everything to them and gave them a pardon for attacking the Demon Prince on sight… After they identified themselves and their parentage, Lucifer knew they were in for some shit…

He and Diavolo had to iron out an apology letter to their godly parent for days just to keep from saying anything that could accidentally cause a second Troy or worse... It was a mess...

But on the bright side, the “human” came pre-prepared for fighting monsters and demons, which honestly took a bit of a load off his shoulders. That’s less responsibility for Mammon - and in his experience, the less responsibility Mammon has, the better things usually turn out.

… Though their ability to actually hold their own in a fight did make things complicated sometimes - like whenever he was their perceived opponent...

He wasn’t expecting to have to manage a being that was actually capable of meeting him toe-to-toe on the battlefield and it did hinder his intimidation factor to some degree…It was hard to be threatening to someone who’s likely faced worse than you could ever offer.

In the end it probably worked out for the best, as a live exchange student is better for Diavolo than a dead one - but man did it get on his nerves until they made their pact together… Be scared of him, dammit!

Mammon

The first time he tried to threaten the human, they straight up pulled out a weapon and looked like they were ready to whip his ass!! Didn’t they know he wasn’t being serious?? 😫

He really didn’t know why he had to be on babysitting duty, anymore... This huma-er demigod could handle themselves just fine!

When he first ditched them with Levi, he later found out they managed to cleanly toss his brother over their head and make a break for it all by themselves! And Levi’s no pushover either!!

Later, he saw them getting ambushed on their way back from school and they soundly knocked out about five demons before he even caught up to them… and he’s, like, fast and stuff…

Their strength is kind of unreal at times, but he could tell they were still far from a mindless killing machine. They were more or less a normal person, they had wants and dreams like anybody else, but they just happened to be a long stronger than the average mortals around them. 🤷‍♀️

After he eventually got to know them and a bit about how their life worked, he felt a little bad for them... Who wants to be hunted down just for being born?

After learning about their struggles, Mammon ended up resolving to help keep them safe (even if a part of him knew they didn’t need him that much).

I mean, if the whole world’s against you, then you can use all the help you can get... right?

Leviathan

Levi found out exactly one thing about them within the first two minutes of meeting them… their reflexes were killer.

After Mammon ditched them on Day One, he tried to drag the human to his room to tell them his genius plan but they broke out of his grip and threw him flat on his back like was just second nature!

He was stuck on the ground for a full minute, trying to process what just happened, while they ran off into the House all alone…

Did he just get tossed around… by a human?? Was he really that pathetic!?!

Finding out later that they were actually half-god certainly helped out his self-esteem because, man, if he had lost so easily to a human of all things... He might have just never left his room again…

Levi pretty much kept his distance from them until they finally made a pact together and then he discovered that the MC wasn’t so scary after all. If he’s being honest, being in the same house as a demigod was actually kind of cool...!

Like, it was almost exactly the plot of the show: “Wait, I Thought I Was the Son of a Pagan God So What Am I Doing in a Christian Hell??” but their MC seemed to know a lot more about fighting than the protagonist of that show ever did…

Plus, because he never had to worry about their safety, he had even more excuse to never leave his room. Win-win!

Satan

A demigod, eh…? He had done plenty of research into human world mythologies in his spare time, frankly he thought the old gods had died out - but it seems they were still up and kicking… and making babies for whatever reason? Horny bastards...

Satan's original interest in the MC was purely academic. It’s not everyday that you get to meet someone of such a unique heritage and he fully intended to learn if all the legends about their greatness were true… and well...

He could say that the MC was certainly different than how he pictured humans being. He’d never met very many before, but from what he could gather they were a weak race that really got by on wit and persistence… However, nothing about the MC was weak.

Their aptitude for combat was surprisingly sharp, both in skill and reflexes. He had once blown up at them in anger and not only did they dodge his swipes but they got in a good few hits themselves with a nearby lamp… He never once thought a mortal could give him a black-eye but, somehow, they pulled it off. 🤷‍♀️

Combine their physical skill with what magical gifts were granted to them by their godly-half and they were a force to be reckoned with… Even Solomon seemed to hesitate and think more about his actions around them (which is saying something for a sorcerer of his strength).

It’d be fair to say a part of him grew to respect the MC long before they ever made their pact and that respect only grew afterwards. If he had to be bound to any master, human or otherwise, he’d rather it be one that he could right about consider an equal not only as a friend, but in strength as well.

Asmodeus

A demigod…? Oooo, he hadn’t come across one of those since he bedded Aeneas all those centuries ago… Such a gorgeous man, got all his looks from his mother~! 🤭

Asmo was probably the most interested in their godly heritage, but it felt like he was treating them like a zoo exhibit for a while… Something pretty and new to look at, but not exactly someone he wanted to know personally...

He openly and readily admitted that watching their little demigod in action got him hot and bothered (or well, more hot and bothered than usual ) but it didn’t take him to see they weren’t interested at the time…

He decided that he just had to have a pact with them after they saved him from Henry 1.0! It was before he noticed the giant snake and he was lurching back to strike, but the human swept in to knock him out of the way. They probably could have made mince meat of the creature themselves if Levi weren’t begging for them to spare his former pet...

Post-pact Asmo treated them with a lot more respect… but also still fanboyed over their fighting skills hardcore.

Like, their body had to be fit to keep up with all those monsters, right?? What was their training routine? Could he watch?? Oh please say he can watch!! He just can’t get enough of that fighter’s physique…! 😍

Beelzebub

So… the human isn’t a human but only part human? And the other part is a god? Does that make them any sturdier than normal humans…? Call him curious…

Beel was probably one of the few brothers who was legitimately weary of the MC from the beginning… He can get a certain feel for a person pretty quickly and something about them just felt…frankly, kind of dangerous.

But they also intrigued him a little… Beel’s used to being one of the strongest demons in any room he walks into (not a boast, just a fact) so for him to get that feel from a mortal was pretty impressive. A part of him just wanted to test them… you know?

So. He did. He asked them to help him train his martial arts one day and even with his awareness, he was not expecting the results that he got.

The MC was strong. Very strong. They were not only able to keep up with him and dodge his blows, but they were able to predict his moves and counterattack in kind. They didn’t even need to tell him that they had actually been fighting for their life for years, he could tell. They had a skill you don’t get from practice matches...

After that point, the two would go to each other to train and keep their skills sharp… but also just to spar for fun. Their fighting styles made a pretty good match and they bonded pretty damn quick because of it.

If anime tells us anything, when you find a good fight buddy, you stick with them. Even if one’s part god and the other is a demon. 🤷‍♀️

Belphegor

A demigod is still human enough to hate, sorry MC. Not that he knew about their godly heritage at first…

Really, he should have been a little more suspicious of how easily they seemed to take to life in the Devildom... Weren’t demons supposed to scare humans? Why did they seem so comfortable down here...?

His confirmation only came when he tried to enact the final part of “Use the MC to Escape the Attic!” plan and take their life to seal the deal… but oh boy, was he outclassed real quick…

The MC had already socked him in the jaw by the time he got his full demon form out and then they threw him across the room by the tail… the TAIL!! And it hurt like a bitch, too!! Even during the full blown fight that followed, he could tell they were holding back and it pissed him off something fierce...!

Why was the MC so strong?!? Humans weren’t supposed to be strong!!!

His brothers heard all the commotion and the Lilith confrontation ended up happening up in the attic between a somewhat beat-up Belphie and a barely-scratched MC. Had Beel not come to his defense on instinct, it might have turned out worse for him in all honesty… Something about that human just wasn’t right…

He only found out about their god-half after everything settled down and he promised not to try killing them again (not that anyone thought he could...) and that put some things into perspective. So the Lastborn Ruler of Hell isn’t as strong as one mortal demigod…? Ouch. Okay, fine then... Whatever...

He does think it’s too bad he missed them beating the crap out of the rest of his brothers, though (minus Beel)... That would have been fun to see. 😔

So I tried to keep this one God-parent neutral, but I’ve upgraded this to its own series! Check it out if you’re interested! 😊

Demigod MC Series: Intro, Aphrodite, Hermes

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #this was pretty fun #another for the fav list

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bloodycassian · 3 years

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anon request - READER X AZRIEL - sorry if this wasn’t exactly what you want! I got a bit carried away in my own idea of Azriel being supportive but protective at the same time!

some hurt/comfort with Azriel where he and the reader get in a huge fight over protecting Elain (like they travel to a different court and Azriel is overprotective) and then the reader goes scouting to also cool down a bit and they get ambushed, the reader gets injured and the mating bond snaps. Hope it's not too much trouble!!

Elain was absurdly still as the conversation played out. Conversation being a loose term for the shouting happening around her. You didn’t leave her side though, even though your anger flourished while they spoke as if she wasnt there. Azriel was packing her things, shoving them haphazardly into a bag. The bag that Feyre had given her from their first trip down to the markets after Elain had started acting somewhat normal again. The happy memory seemed so distant now, compared to the anxiety ridden emotions that played about in the room.

“We are not going to the continent.” Az’s tone shift was abrupt, a snap of anger leaning into it. He tied the top of the bag closed and set it roughly atop the living room table. The scattered odds and ends of survival gear and weapons scraped against the wood. You watched the stare down between the high lord and his shadowsinger patiently. Waiting for your moment to speak rationally to them.

Rhys’ power roiled above, his eyes did not hide his frustration with his brother. His gaze was simmering with that dark power he possessed. Azriel did not back down. “The continent is the only place that may be safe. If the King finds out she’s a Seer he will never let her go. We can’t risk losing her as a hostage.”

You knew she would be a hostage too. Feyre would never let her sister be taken without a fight. Rhys knew his mate well enough to know not to risk just Elain, but Feyre too. Cauldron knew what Nesta would do if she were in that room during the conversation. Likely spitting fire and shoving Elain out the door to wherever she seemed to think was safe. Thankfully, both sisters were scouring deep in the library for any way to help win this battle.

Azriel did not break eyecontact with his brother as he made to speak again. You interrupted before he could make the situation worse. “I have somewhere in mind.” You spoke softly, urging the staring contest to end. Azriel looked away first, and you were surprised at that. His eyes met yours with something like relief. “Autumn. We have Eris on our side if we’re caught. I have a spot we can stay until-” Azriels scoff sent anger shooting through you. You clenched your teeth together to keep from lashing out at him as he had been doing just moments before.

“Autumn is possibly the worst place we could send you right now. We’re on the brink of war with them potentially being on Hyberns side. We would be sending you straight to Hybern himself.”

“Exactly. It’s stupid and they would never expect it.”

“You’re not going. Beron exiled you. Don’t you remember what that means?” He looked at you with actual concern now that he knew you were serious. As if you had been injured and you were speaking a different language.

“It means we will be safe from Hybern when they come here to look for Elain. Isn’t that the point?” You wrapped an arm around her small shoulders and pulled her close. Az couldn’t argue with that. The other courts were not an option, as it would be harboring a target against one of the Night court Allies. And Winter court was nowhere to be spending the night. Not many survived the night there without shelter.

Rhys’ sigh was long and exhausted. Left without another option, he nodded to himself. He held out a hand and summoned two necklaces, both with pendants of black onyx that shimmered in the firelight. Az’s brows pinched together at the sight of them. The dull glow behind him shone through his wings, highlighting all the delicate structures there. You found his wings more beautiful than the enchanted stone Rhys handed you.

“Hybern won’t be able to sense your magic. Keep these on.”

Azriel was already tensing, his fists balling at his sides ready to make it physical if Rhys refused to listen. He knew with his entire being that something was off. Something would go wrong this night. His shadows warned him of something. And he couldn’t shake it no matter how hard he tried. “Rhys-”

“And you will be going with them. Keep them company while Feyre and I investigate just how many ships and forces they plan to bring.” He ordered in that indisputable tone of the high lord. With only a hint of friendliness. He gave Az a long look before turning back to you and Elain. “Do not take those off.” The nodded to the necklaces and started to winnow. Elain stood abruptly, startling you.

“Thank you.” She said softly to the high lord. He seemed taken aback for a second, before giving her a gracious nod and finally disappearing. You rose to Elain’s height and took her hand in yours. It was warm, welcoming. “We’re going to be fine.” You promised, not caring if Azriel saw the care you gave her. She had been there for you just as you needed to be now. She had practically kept you alive with her soft humming and reading to you when you were at your worst after being exiled.

“I know.” She said, voice soft as rose petals. But that dark power within her were the thorns of that pretty, perfect rose. The reason Hybern even knew to look in Velaris for Elain. That cauldron calling power that she couldn’t control to save her life. You grimly smiled at her.

“We need to leave.” Azriel ordered, tone neutral. Just a warrior needing to move troops.

“Let me get your bag.” Elain said, giving you a squeeze of her hand, disappearing up the stairs. Leaving you with the brooding Illyrian. You grimaced in his direction. He ignored you as best he could, hoping that the time for babysitting would pass quickly. He had always found it strange how you and Elain moved like magnets together. Found the soft way you comforted each other somehow upsetting. He paced quietly in front of the fire while you gathered your gear. Two small blades - one for Elain - and your sword. You rubbed at a speck on the hard steel of the sword.

Perhaps his lack of family had made that rivaling jealousy turn into hatred for the display of affection. He contemplated to himself. Had he become cold to everyone? Too harsh? Had the darkness he possessed taken him over? He tore his eyes from your short sword and locked them with yours. The thrill he felt wasn’t from anger or terror. His cheeks flushed slightly and you fought the grin that you wanted so badly to flaunt at him. The innuendos regarding the sword that you wanted to say were cut off by that look he gave you.

“Do not get into a situation where you have to use that.” He warned with a stern look. You couldn’t help the angelic smile you gave him.

The smell of rotting apples and decaying leaves was all you needed to sense to know you were home. You took in the court border slowly, adjusting to your orientation after being winnowed. Elain clutched your hand tightly, the bag in her other hand quivered only slightly from her shaking. Your hands became slick with sweat at the familiar sights and smells of Autumn. You hadn’t been back since being exiled.

“We wont be able to have a fire.” Azriel stated, gazing towards the sky. It was far too clear of a day out to risk it. The slight chill in the air filled your stomach with dread for the night to come.

“This way.” You pulled Elain along with you, leaves crunching under your feet as you entered Autumn court. She didn’t move. Her eyes were blank, staring lifelessly into the orange and yellow forest. “Elain?” You asked softly.

“Five foxes will die tonight. Three more in the morning.”

Her words sent a chill down your spine.

Az took the lead, territoriality putting himself a few paces in front of you. He wasn’t subtle about it either, occasionally jogging ahead to scout for any enemies around piles of bramble when you came across it.

By the time you found your hideout, you were fed up with waiting for him to give you the all clear everywhere you went. You let you go of Elains now calm hand and stormed into the small shack with familiarity. Azriel hissed and seethed when you lit a lantern inside. “Get over yourself, Shadowsinger.” You laughed, taking in the small piece of home you made for yourself long ago.

It indeed was a long time ago when you’d last been there. But it still felt homey to you. The small space was just big enough for a stove, the table you’d found, and a bed pushed against the far wall. The fireplace hadn’t been used in years. Soot marked small animal prints along the light plank floors.

The dusty blankets on the makeshift bed were pocked with holes from mice and moths. The fireplace was nearly caved in on itself. The bramble covering that acted like a second roof was growing through the actual roof in some places. But it was still home. Your small exit from the world when things got too tough. Even after being exiled Beron hadn’t known about this place. He would have had it destroyed if he did know of it.

Elain pushed in passed Azriel. His shadows went wild. Searching every surface of the cabin. The long beams of the floor were hardly visible through the darkness he brought.

You knew you should have brought more blankets. You held back the teeth chattering as best you could, letting Elain sleep. She would need all the rest she could get. You could tell she’d been tired after the days walk. She rested peacefully under the layers while the wind shuddered the leaves outside. You pulled your coat tighter to your body.

“This was a stupid idea.” Azriel muttered from the corner. He didn’t seem cold, but the dark curls of shadow wrapped around him protectively. While you were left with nothing more than a coat. Your own magic couldn’t save you from the stormy wind, the necklace Rhys had given you also weakened your power enough that you couldn’t use it. Even in your homeland. It bothered you endlessly, feeling so useless in such a dire situation of needing to help Elain.

“Then maybe you should just leave.” You barked back simply. He didn’t have to come in the first place if he was going to be so bothered.

“I just mean-” He sighed, and sat on the creaky old table that took up half the small kitchenette. “We could have done this better. We could have planned… Differently.”

“We didnt have the time. We’re here now, so we just need to deal-”

“I know that. I’m just bothered that you’re so recklessly looking for danger everywhere we go.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean? I’m from here Azriel. I know what areas are dangerous.”

“Maybe once.” His eyes were not angry when he said it. They were full of pity and doubt. Your rage spilled over, and you were ready to shout. Ready to scream at him about what a piggish idiot Illrian he was being. But Elain turned over, sighing softly to herself.

So instead, you clamped down on that burning anger and walked out. And of course he decided to try to follow you. He made it a few steps outside the cabin before you turned on him, ready to roar. “Be safe at least.” He tossed his red jeweled dagger to you. Your heart squeezed, choking you up slightly. You brushed it away as best you could before he could see. You couldn’t yell at him.

So you took the dagger and walked briskly away, into the brush of autumn forests. Laced with the smell of heavy fruits and warm trees. Leaves fluttering in your wake as the wind tossed with ease.

You held his knife close at your side the entire aimless walk. Then, the sound of twigs snapping and males laughing heartily made you pause.

Far to your east was a dull glow beyond a knoll. You backed away slowly. Trying to be as soundless as possible in case they could scent you. The breeze whipped at your skin, blowing in their direction. The trees above you shuddered sharply, and you swore as a heavy weight fell upon your shoulders.

Azriel paced in the kitchenette, his shadows swirling around him relentlessly, waiting for a target. It felt wrong letting you go. It felt like letting his hope sink. His shadows even seemed upset about it, as they now whipped around him angrily.

He swore he was going to run a rut through the plank floor. He sighed, glanced to Elain’s sleeping figure and forced himself to sit. You had the dagger. You were capable. You knew the area and knew what you were doing. He tried his best to soothe himself. It didn’t help much.

The old chair creaked under his weight, and he smiled. For someone who claimed they couldn’t work around the house, you were quite the crafter making such a nice hideaway for yourself. He finally took a moment to pause, and actually look at the cabin.

The stove may have been older than he was. The missing burners on top were replaced with a few forks placed carefully around them. The ancient shelves were dusty, along with all the jars and cups atop them. Cobwebs spotted the entire house, but his shadows had gotten rid of most of them after the first one clung to his face upon walking in.

Then he came to the table he sat at, the four unmatching chairs circling it. The table itself was solid oak, he could tell that much. But he wondered how you’d gotten it inside at all. Out of curiosity, he pulled on it. It didn’t budge. His eyebrows knitted together, and he stood slowly. The curiosity consumed him. He gave the table another tug. Still, no movement.

He crouched down, and noticed the planks around the single leg of the table had been cut out. Then he noticed the intricate roots weaving their way up the trunk. The table wasn’t just a table. It was an entire tree - or what was a tree once… And you’d built the entire cabin around it. His awe was quickly quieted by Elain.

“A part of you is missing. The foxes will die.” She muttered sleepily, her eyes blank. And he lay back down as if it hadn’t happened. “Elain?” Azriel called. Dread, cold and stinging coarse through him. “Elain?” He asked quietly, approaching her side. She flung the covers from her lithe body. Azriel jumped back, holding his hands up defensively. “It’s okay, its me.” He calmed her, noting the wild look in her expression.

“Find yourself.” She breathed, her eyes going wide with concern. Azriel’s heart sped, and he felt like he’d been dunked in a cold ocean of dread. Terror drug him under the deep waves and threatened to drown him the first chance it got. He took Elains hand and started walking the direction you’d left.

Leaving behind the supplies and the living table that you’d created.

A glance at the oversized uniforms told you all you needed to know. The fox sigil pinned to their tunics proved that the uniforms were stolen from Autumn soldiers. Your blood boiled. Elain had been right. But they would die. Five of them, at least. But you had only glimpsed at three so far. You tugged at the ropes that bound you. Firm, and not able to be broken.

Their campsite was large, and full of small boxes of different fruits. Several different types of weapons leaned against their low lying tents. And with how many scars their fae leader had, you knew the rest of their story in an instant. Bandits. Filthy trade merchants that lived for thievery and making a quick gold mark.

And you’d be worth their weight in gold once they turned you in to Beron.

“We’ve got a live one!” The male shouted to his comrades. They cheered drunkenly, their voices carried far by the wind. Their fire sparked and popped against the blue night sky. And you knew that your death may not come in glory of battle, or in the name of your home. But in being stupid enough to be caught by bandits. You could have died that instant if it would mean you didn’t have to feel that kind of shame.

The male cut the opal from your neck, and you felt your magic explode from you. Your thoughts were racing, searching. Finding something cold and dark in the depths of your mind and tugging on it. Then, it was a live beast beneath your mental hands. It coiled and rose, ready to strike.

The same one cut a long line down your cheek with the blade that had just cut your only protection against Hybern from you. You prayed to the mother that Hybern was too busy to notice a small blip of magic from an Autumn fae like you. You hissed in pain as the blade stung its way down to your neck, stopping at your collarbone.

You pulled on that coiling beast that called to you. Beckoned it to find you, to help you from this pain. Maybe you were begging for death, or at least unconsciousness so you wouldnt have to feel the pain anymore. The male stood back to let another scaled lower fae get a look at you. His tongue lashed out over your bloodied neck. He hummed in approval, letting his forked wetness slither across your wounds.

You felt them seal and itch with every pass as he took your blood. “Good.” the one with the blade ordered, then… to your dread, he pulled a glowing rod from the fire. They would brand you. Then take you to the high lord. Only after they’d humiliated you though. The males clucked at your involuntary reaction. They huddled close around, waiting for the screaming to start. Their excitement coated the air with a tangy adrenaline filled scent.

You reared away from the burning metal as best as you could. The ropes around you seemed weaker now that you had your weak magic back, but still too constricting to do much with.

You closed your eyes as the glow approached your chest. It warmed your face with the heat. They were going slow on purpose. Wanting to savor your reaction. It made your stomach go queasy. You hoped you would pass out. Better yet, just die of the agony. That way Beron wouldn’t have the satisfaction of killing you himself.

There was a thump, and sizzling. You cracked open your eyes, waiting that searing pain to hit you. But it didnt. The males stood back, bewildered. Across the camp in the dull glow of the fire as the one that had been lowering the branding stick to you. It was speared through his chest, pinning him to a tree. His mouth gasped, eyes wide and glowing a haunting orange from the fire. You would never forget the sight of it. The smoldering that came from the tree behind him as the hot iron burned into it. The wet sounds of his mouth opening and closing.

Then, the gasp and thump each male that Azriel incapacitated before you. Elain stood at the edge of the trees, her eyes still puffy from sleep. Azriel kept the kills quiet and concise. None resembled the one pinned to the tree, now sagging under the weight of death. No, the rest of them had easy deaths at the hands of one skilled at dealing killing blows. The wet splatter of blood leaving a body pulled you back to the scene in front of you. Az’s scowl as he cleaned his blade was that of a warrior who had seen much worse. Done much worse.

“I told you not to fucking-” He snarled, his hands on the rope at your wrists. He stopped though, and stared. The shadowed light of his eyes seemed to be blooming with awe. You couldn’t look away. The beauty in the deep irises, the way small freckles played about his dark skin. All new and exciting things you’d never noticed before. His scent alone was like a punch to the gut.

Him. Azriel. It had been him to find you. Him to respond to that silent plea that you so badly needed to be heard. He was that coiling darkness that had saved you. Your breath was a gasp, and you nearly fell to your knees before him.

His hands didn’t work anymore. The world stopped turning all together. His heart was no longer his own and his soul belonged wherever you were. It didn’t matter that you were in the middle of a foreign court’s borders. It didn’t matter that Elain trembled in the corner of the clearing. He was yours, and you were his.

He vowed it, for eternity that was how it would stay. He’d never leave your side again. Never choose to be without you for as long as he may be alive. His very being was now shared. With you. His soul intertwined your yours, wrapping delicately around your earthy light that contrasted his darkness so perfectly. If you were the sun he was the moon, always chasing, always following and living in your light.

The words weren’t needed but he managed to utter them. Around a shuddering breath and a shattering explosion of love he managed it. “My mate.”

#azriel #azriel x reader #acotar #acotar fic #reader x azriel

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radexchangeprogram · 3 years

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This is a random one but can I request head cannons of the Brothers and Dateables reacting to an MC that’s actually a half demon but was really great at hiding her demon side since she grew up in the human world? They see a demon man just bounding towards MC before the boys could do anything MC’s like “DAD! 😃” before jumping in his arms like a child. Around her Dad she gains fangs and horns like him but she reverts back to normal when she wants to. The boys are like “Why didn’t you say anything?” And she’s like “I’m just used to my human side” or “You never asked 🤷🏾‍♀️”

Of course! I love this idea. I didn’t get a chance to proof read this so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.

Author’s notes at the end (marked by *s)

Spoiler warning for up to chapter 17 to be safe. Especially with Belphie.

Half Demon GN!MC Headcanons

General

Everyone noticed that you never seemed too bothered by the fact that you were surrounded by demons, but figured you were just rather good at adapting.

This theory was proven wrong at a party Lord Diavolo hosted.

As you chatted with the brothers, a large demon with griffon wings, a lion’s mane, and horns similar to a gazelle began to head in the direction of your group.

The demon, who the others instantly recognized as Duke Vapula, walked up to them with a cheeky grin.

The brothers were instantly on guard, Mammon even growling slightly, as it was extremely uncommon for anyone to approach them so casually.

Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, Luke, and Solomon all took notice and were prepared to intervine should something happen.

You turned around to see what the issue was and let out a loud gasp.

“DAD!”

Lucifer

Absolutely dumbfounded. How did he not know about this? He read your files to the point of practically memorizing them before you came here and he swears there was nothing about you being a half demon.

He was honestly a bit embarrassed that he didn’t know about something this major.

When confronting you, all you did was say that it wasn’t that big of a deal and that you figured they already knew.

You really give him a migraine sometimes.

He feels a bit relieved that he doesn’t have to worry as much about you dying, though.

If you wish, he may start teaching you demonic etiquette, such as having you shift form at formal events.

If you prefer your human heritage, he won’t pressure you to conform to your demonic ancestory.

Mammon

WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HIS HUMAN ISN’T ENTIRELY HUMAN?!?

The loudest about his displeasure about not knowing.

“I’m your first man! I’m supposed to know everything about you!”

When you explain to him that you’re more comfortable with your human half, he calms down a little.

Tries to call you ‘stupid half-demon’ but it doesn’t feel the same as ‘stupid human’ :(

You tell him he can just keep calling you ‘stupid human’ :D

Wonders if he can get your dad to pay him for ‘providing his child with such incredible protection’.

You immediately tell him no.

Leviathan

Holy shit this sounds like something straight out of an anime!!!

Very upset that you didn’t tell him, you’re his Henry! You’re supposed to tell him these kind of things!

When you shrug and simply say that no one asked, he gets even more pouty.

You make up with him quickly by offering to play games with him all night.

Extremely curious about your demonic form for the primary purpose of cosplay. Do you know how many more characters you can be if you have a tail or wings?!?

You might inspire some fanfiction. (half demon Henry x Lord of Shadows au slow burn 100k words, def not Leviathan projecting no not at all-)

Satan

He is extremely shocked. Not only did he have no idea, but half demons are extremely rare.

From what he’s read, most half-human half-demon offspring don’t survive past birth and all documented cases that have survived reside in the Devildom so that their powers can be better managed.

He asks you about this and you reply that you’re actually quite good at controlling your powers, but that you prefer living as a normal human.

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, but he has a billion questions.

How long is your lifespan? Do you take more after your demonic father or your human mother in terms of power?What are your weaknesses?

He really wants to learn more about human-demon hybrids and will ask you to help in his studies.

Also a bit excited as your father is well known for some for his knowledge and writing about the sciences. He wants to discuss some of it with you, assuming you’ve read what your father has written.*

Asmodeus

Oh he is so excited.

A bit relieved that his charm isn’t wearing off, it just doesn’t work because you’re the child of a demonic duke!

You know those boiling hot springs he talks about visiting? Well he’s happy to learn that you actually can join him without fear of your skin melting off!

He’s not upset that you didn’t tell him, getting mad over stuff like that can cause wrinkles.

He will absolutely want to help you groom your horns/wings/scales/tail.

He already has shown you a lot about demonic fashion trends, such as extra clothing that can be fitted around demonic extremities, but now he actually can actually have you try on some! Do you prefer gold tail bangles or jeweled horn cuffs?

Beelzebub

Relieved that Duke Vapula wasn’t looking for a fight.

He can’t help but smile a little when you hug your dad. It makes him happy that you love your family.

When you blush and tell him that it just slipped your mind to tell everyone about your heritage, he isn’t upset.

Happy that he doesn’t have to be so scared of accidentally hurting you with how strong he is.

If you’re able to safely eat some more demonic food, he will absolutely get you to try some of his favorite foods that normal humans would die upon eating.

Overall, you’re still the MC he has grown to love and doesn’t treat you too differently.

Belphegor

Is now more awake than he has been the entire evening.

Half demon? Nah this is just some dream.

Is understanding when you explain to him that you prefer being human and living as a human.

He’s happy he found out after making amends with you. He used to despise half-demons just as much as normal humans, seeing them as repulsive.

He still very much treats you the same, but is a bit annoyed with his brothers.

With knowledge of your demonic blood coming to light, they drag you out even more often and naps with you are becoming rarer.

If you get too overwhelmed with his brothers constantly wanting to try things they thought would previously kill you, he will be more than happy to lend you some of his hiding spots. He does charge the small fee of getting to take a nap with you though.

Diavolo

Similar to Lucifer, is shocked that he didn’t know before you came to the Devildom.

You aren’t the first half-demon he’s met, but he is surprised that a demon of Duke Vapula’s rank had a child with a human.

He’s actually very excited to learn that you’re a half-demon who is in more in touch with your human side. He feels a lot more relieved that you aren’t as defenseless as previously thought.

He does, however, make absolute sure that you have full control over your demonic powers. Every other half-demon lives in the Devildom for a reason and he can’t have someone who is technically one of his subjects accidentally cause mass destruction.

He invites you for tea more frequently, asking so many questions about how being raised in the human world as a half-demon was.

He likes to exchange stories with you about your younger years and the power fluxes you both struggled with as you grew.

Tells you that should you ever wish to live in the Devildom that he would be more than happy to make the needed arrangements.

Barbatos

He knew the whole time. When Diavolo asked him to look into the success of the program, he made note of your heritage right away.

However, he decided that keeping this information hidden when he saw that you were raised human and preferred to be seen as human.

When he explains this to everyone, you can’t help but feel thankful.

While some of the others make no effort to hide how annoyed this makes them, he doesn’t mind. He knows he made the right choice keeping this from everyone and doesn’t regret it at all.

Barbatos is actually a pretty good friend of your father’s and grew up with him. He actually met you when you were a baby because of this.*

Solomon

He has seen a lot in his years in the world of magic, but nothing like this.

Usually, half-demons were very easy to spot as they struggled to control their powers, but you practically had it down to an art!

You explain to him that you’re actually pretty good at keeping your powers under control. He’s rather impressed by this and will ask to see your spell work.

Thinks it’s a little funny that he has a pact with your dad.*

Like Satan, he wants to know all about you. Unlike Satan, he is going to actually conduct experiments instead of stick to interviews.

He has a new potion that he wants you to try almost every day now.

Can half-demons make pacts? If so, you have now been added to the list of demonic beings he wants to make a pact with.

Simeon

Very surprised considering he’s blessed you before.

Blessings aren’t supposed to work on anything of demonic nature so he’s baffled.

When you explain to him that you were raised human and prefer to live as human, he smiles.

He comes to the conclusion that you being a good person must be greater than the demonic blood in your veins.

He treats you the same overall, knowing that you’re still you no matter your heritage.

Luke

Absolute denial.

There is no way someone as nice as you is part demon! He refuses to believe it!

Gets upset and accuses you of trying to manipulate him, which you quickly deny.

When you explain to him that you prefer being human, he huffs.

Simeon gives him a bit of a talking to, about how you’re still the same MC who he sees as a big sibling.

He bakes you some apology cupcakes for being rude to you.

You sometimes shift form to mess around with him, it never fails to make him let out a shocked yelp before he snaps at you for picking on him.

Everyone (except Luke) thinks it’s funny tbh.

Author’s Notes:

*Duke Vapula is described as being able to bestow knowledge about all science contained in books.

*Barbatos is also a duke in The Goetia. I thought a fun nod to this would be to have them as friends.

*The Goetia talks about the 72 demons that King Solomon evoked. Vapula is one of the demons that he evoked. The game actually references this by talking about his 72 pacts. Asmodeus and Barbatos are both included in the 72 demons which is why he has pacts with both of them in the game :)

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amjustagirl · 3 years

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Hogwarts AU (Haikyuu!!)

feat. Bokuto Koutaro

Previously: Miya Atsumu. Miya Osamu. Kita Shinsuke. Kuroo Tetsuro. Tsukkishima Kei

Masterlist link here

Warnings: Tooth-rotting fluff

Wordcount: 4.1k

Genre / Pairings: Fluff, Angst, Hogwarts AU, Bokuto / Reader

Summary: Tutoring Bokuto Kotaro in Charms seems like a waste of your time. But then you get to know the Hufflepuff seeker, and start looking forward to your tutoring sessions with him.

A/N: Comments as always, are much welcomed. Feel free to shout at me anytime!

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“I’m Bokuto!”

You stare coldly at the large hand shoved into your face. “Yes, I know. And so?” You arch an eyebrow and let your question linger awkwardly in the air. Surprisingly, even that fails to dampen the brightness of the grin on his face, despite the fact that any other student would have turned tail and run at being on the receiving end of the resident Ice Queen of Slytherin’s glares.

Your Charms professor coughs into his hand. “Ah. Yes. Bokuto requires some tutoring assistance, and I thought you’d be the right person to help out.”

You open your mouth in protest, but clamps it shut at the look of warning the professor shoots at you. It’s your bad luck you got caught sneaking books out of the restricted section of the library, it wasn’t as if the books you had your eye on contained dark magic in any case, they just contained spells deemed too dangerous for idiots like the one standing before you to even attempt. And instead of detention for a month, your Charms Professor who’s always had a soft spot for you suggested you divert your free time to tutoring struggling students instead.

“Fine”, you snap before turning to the boy. “You better not be as bad as Ushijima - Merlin only knows he was as dumb as a bag of bricks”.

Bokuto agrees to meet you every Tuesday in an unused classroom for Charms tutoring. You do not care that he seems to wilt ever so slightly at the insults you lob at his Hufflepuff teammate - you have no time to suffer fools, after all.

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Unfortunately, while Bokuto doesn’t take everything as literally as Ushijima (it was a problem you faced when you tutored the stone faced boy, especially for a subject requiring as much personal flair as Charms), he struggles with the precise motions and pronunciation needed for Charm incantations, and you’re losing your patience with him after he messes up Aguamenti for the tenth time today.

“You need to move your wand like a wave of water before pointing it sharply - like you’re shooting a jet of water into a glass”, you repeat yourself in exasperation.

He tries his best, waving his wand exaggeratedly but forgets the emphasis on the second syllable, so his wand remains completely dry.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and close your eyes. “Look - it’s really not that hard. If you remembered all the notes I gave you about this charm, you’d have gotten it by now. Merlin - what’s wrong with you dumb Quidditch Players?”

“It’s not that easy to remember everything when you keep calling me dumb all the time”, Bokuto mutters, resentment colouring his tone.

Your shock that Bokuto - the human embodiment of a sunbeam, seems to have abandoned his usual cheerfulness for an uncharacteristically stormy expression, quickly morphs into annoyance that he has the temerity to get short with you considering you’re the one that’s been forced to give up her Tuesday evenings in an attempt to get him to pass his Charms exams.

“That’s because you ARE dumb”, you retort coolly. “Try casting the charm again”.

He shocks you again by gathering his things and walking out of the classroom.

“Where are you going?”, you call after him, confused. Even Ushijima put up with your insults and snide remarks for an entire term, but Bokuto doesn’t even look back.

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Bokuto doesn’t turn up next week either despite struggling in class with the very charm you spent hours trying to hammer into his head. Nor the week after that. Midterms come and go, and you overhear from a group of his twittering fangirls in the bathroom that his spot on the Quidditch team is on the line after failing his Charms exam as expected.

Guilt gnaws at you. Strange, since you assumed your heart is practically a block of ice by now.

You spend days trying to corner him to no avail. You always knew he had plenty of friends, but you didn’t realise how popular he actually was. He’s constantly surrounded by his teammates - or even other Quidditch players like Kuroo from Slytherin, or Hinata from Gryffindor, and his childhood best friend Akaashi follows him like a shadow despite being from Ravenclaw, not Hufflepuff.

So you bide your time and wait until he finishes Quidditch practice, whispering from the shadows “Diffindo” to sever the straps of his bag. Your plan works - Bokuto cheerfully waves his teammates to go on without him, and the horde of hungry Hufflepuff Quidditch players head off to the Great Hall for dinner.

“Why haven’t you come back for tutoring sessions?” You try to sharpen your question into an accusation, but your guilt makes you falter midway and you just sound bewildered instead.

Your bewilderment is mirrored in Bokuto’s eyes. “Huh?” he frowns. “I thought you didn’t want to tutor me in the first place, so I asked my friends to help me out instead.”

You snort, tapping your foot. “Akaashi’s a year below, so I doubt he’s much help, and Kuroo’s much better at potions than at charms. And I hear you’re going to get kicked off the team if you don’t pull up your Charms grades in the remedial exams before Christmas.”

The furrow between his brows deepens. “Why do you care if I’m failing my exams?”

You’re not accustomed to dealing with someone so straightforward and genuine and innocent. You’re used to conniving serpents like Oikawa and Daishou who would have no hesitation hiding daggers in their sleeves just to get ahead, so the fact that his question is honest floods your belly with guilt.

“Because I feel bad for calling you dumb.” You decide to honour his honesty with a straight answer. “Do you still want me to tutor you if I promise to be nice?”

Any shadow of lingering guilt is chased away by the sheer sunniness of his smile.

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The ice in your heart starts to thaw in the face of his exuberance and friendliness.

“You’re much nicer than people say you are”, he tells you one day with blunt honesty. “Why don’t you have more friends?”

You shrug, accustomed to the title that your peers have chosen to label you with. The Ice Queen of Slytherin, your housemates whisper behind your back after you slash Miya Atsumu’s robes in your second year, leaving him standing in nothing but his underwear after he pulled your bra strap on a dare.

Your mother and older sisters taught you self-defense charms even before you entered Hogwarts, and you have no qualms about using them, even against one of the most popular boys in your house. But it proves to be a miscalculation - one that leaves you with few friends other than those who’ve known you since your childhood.

“I don’t need friends”, you say, words frigid.

He grins at you, undeterred. “I’ll be your friend!” He declares, leaning forward, balancing his chair precariously on two legs.

“I’d be happier if you pass your exam”, you tell him dismissively, though there’s an amused curl at the corner of your lips.

True to his word, Bokuto drags Akaashi over to the Slytherin table during dinner the very next day. You startle as he plops into the empty seat across you, Akaashi giving you a slight nod of acknowledgement that’s also tinged with an unspoken ‘sorry you have to put up with my overly excitable best friend these days’ that you snort at.

Kuroo rounds up the trio, and between his and Bokuto’s bickering over who’s getting the best pickings from the meat dishes on the table, and Akaashi’s admonishments not to cause a ruckus that fall on deaf ears, you’re so entertained that you laugh aloud, though you wince internally when half the Slytherin table snaps their heads around to stare at you, dumbfounded.

Miya Osamu actually looks up from his katsudon to elbow his brother. Miya Atsumu chokes on his food.

You assume it was just a one-off event, Bokuto just trying to repay you with his kindness, but to your surprise, he’s back at least twice a week, and soon your lonely corner at the Slytherin table turns into the most boisterous ones. His very presence draws the most random assortment of people into his sphere - soon you’re joined by Tsukkishima, the quiet, stone faced Ravenclaw, Hinata, Bokuto’s self appointed protege and burgeoning sun in his own right, Sawamura, the stoic, steady Hufflepuff Keeper, on top of the usual suspects like Kuroo and Akaashi.

Not everyone is as amused by this turn of events.

“What’s he doing at our table?”

“I heard he’s being tutored by the Ice Queen herself - maybe that’s why he’s here.”

“That makes sense. Heard he’s really dumb.”

You stiffen as you hear your classmates snigger. Bokuto wilts, even the ridiculous mop of hair on his head starts to droop. Kuroo and Akaashi wear twin expressions of murderous intent on their face and both start to rise, insults on their tongues when you whip out your wand, freezing your offending classmate’s lips to his glass.

“Call him dumb one more time and I’ll freeze your balls to the bench”, you smile sweetly, poison in your words.

Kuroo guffaws as you turn back to your conversation with them with a saccharine “now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted?” Akaashi snorts into his hands.

Bokuto looks at you as if you’ve handed him the latest firebolt model on a gilded plate. You refuse to meet his eyes for the rest of the night.

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You find that he responds far better to praise than negative reinforcement, bouncing around the classroom with such childlike enthusiasm whenever he succeeds in casting another new charm that it makes your lips tilt upwards. The combination of his Hufflepuff diligence and your renewed patience makes his performance in charms skyrocket, and soon, he’s improved enough for you to teach him the more fiddly, advanced charms.

‘You have to flick your wrist lightly’, you tell him for the fifth time this evening. Ascendio is a difficult charm to master, even by your own standards, your own wrist already sore from the various rounds of demonstration.

He tries to mirror your action. It doesn’t work.

‘Um.’ You rack your brains, thinking of something, anything that might help.

Ah.

‘You’ve got to move your whole arm like it’s the wing of a snitch. You know – keep the arm and wrist action light, like the flutter of wings.’

He furls his brow, trying to mirror your action again. It doesn’t work. This time, he pouts.

Impatient, you grab his hand. ‘Look!’ You slap at his arm to get him to loosen up – seriously, what do they feed these quidditch players, taut muscles tensing beneath your fingers as you try to puppet his arm into an approximation of the wrist movement. He gazes down at you with wide eyes as you press your form against him.

‘I’ll show it to you again. Ascendio’, you call, and with a sharp flick of your wrist, your feet lift off the ground, your skirt fluttering in the air. Then with a smooth swish of your wand, you descend to the ground, cocking your head to your student. ‘Come on, Bokuto, you’ve got to master it by the end of the night.’

He tries again and again to no avail. Charms is a far more creative branch of magic than transfiguration or even potions – and what works for one might not work for another. You recalibrate, trying to relate what you’re teaching to his true love - Quidditch.

‘Maybe you could imitate the movement of a snitch about to take off once the whistle blows?’

‘A snitch?’ he laughs boisterously at your suggestion. ‘I could do that.’

He screws up his eyes tightly, his entire body falling still before he raises his arm. With a flick and swish, a hooted “Ascendio”, Bokuto floats up into the air.

“I did it!” He pumps his fists in the air, grinning down at you. Then with a smooth finite incantatem, he descends back to the grimy classroom floor.

“Well done!” You laugh aloud, clapping your hands, so drunk with elation at his success that you don’t notice the sudden softness in his golden eyes.

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“Waiting for Bokuto-san?” Akaashi asks.

You hesitate for a beat, a pink tint to the apples of your cheeks before you nod without a word.

“I’ll leave you two be then”, the Ravenclaw boy says, walking off with his hands tucked in his robes, a small smile flickering on his face.

You exhale slowly through your nose. Maybe you should have left Akaashi to wait for Bokuto instead - they’re best friends, practically platonic soulmates you gather from Bokuto’s chatter as he walks you back to the Slytherin dungeons every Tuesday night, something he insists on despite your protests. You’re just his tutor - but here you are, hanging around outside the classroom where his remedial exam is being held, palms clammy in nervous anticipation.

You tell yourself that you’re waiting for him because you can’t wait to know whether the tutoring sessions that take up your precious Tuesday evenings will end. You wonder if that means that he’ll stop coming over to hang out over dinner with you, the thought making your heart feel as if it’s frosted over again.

“Hey, hey, hey!” His booming voice interrupts your reverie, and you glance up to see him burst out of the classroom, the joy on his face outshining even the sun.

“You passed, I assume”, you snark, hands on hips, but he doesn’t even register your badly disguised coldness, grabbing by the waist to lift you easily into the air, spinning you in circles until you’re both giddy with delight.

“I did, I did, thanks to you!” He crows, still clinging on to you like a lifeline. “They were so impressed when I cast Ascendio, and I was like swish, and they were like aughhh wahhhhh - and it was so awesome!”

“I’m glad my effort paid off then, dummy”, you tease - seriously, it would make your housemates’ jaws drop if they caught you giggling, let alone being held aloft in Bokuto’s arms, but you’re just so happy for him that you don’t order him to put you down.

He stills suddenly, and you’re worried that he’s taken offense at the affectionate nickname until you notice his eyes are trained at the arch above you and oh -

Mistletoe.

It’s Christmas, and the house elves have hung enchanted sprigs of mistletoe around the castle on the orders of the mischievous headmaster to prank unsuspecting students. Any student trapped under enchanted mistletoe may only be released upon giving or receiving a kiss, and you’re about to press a chaste kiss to Bokuto’s nose when you glance back at him and notice his eyes are molten gold, laden with desire.

“Bokuto - “ you begin, but you’re promptly cut off by the searing brand of his lips against yours, gasping as he backs you against the wall, his mouth plundering yours. You should protest, but any sentient thought you might have is lost in your newly awakened hunger for him, this beautiful, sweet boy with golden eyes and silver hair who’s kissing you.

“I like you,” he says breathlessly when you finally push him away in an effort to pull air into your deprived lungs. “Go out with me - please?” he adds, almost as an afterthought, brushing his thumb against your cheek with a gentleness that belies his large frame crowding you against the wall.

You want to, oh Merlin - you want to indulge in the warmth that’s starting to sprout in the previously frozen tundra of your heart but you have to recognise that he’s Bokuto Koutaro, Quidditch player extraordinaire bound for the professional leagues, so popular that he already has a fanclub in school.

And you - you were a social pariah before you met him, you would ruin his reputation if anyone finds out that you’re in a relationship with him, not to mention you’ve been accused of being cold and distant and harsh - all characteristics that disqualify you from being a good match for him.

“I can’t.” You shake your head, keeping him an arm’s length distance from you, because if he comes any closer, you might lose your resolve. “We wouldn’t work out at all”.

The golden light dims in his eyes, and his arms fall limply to his side. “Is it because I’m dumb?” He asks, his voice heartbreakingly quiet.

“No!” You cry, taking a step towards him. “That’s not it at all!”

He frowns, confused. “Then why don’t you wanna go out with me? Don’t you like me?”

“I do”, you admit, hating yourself for having to extinguish the spark of hope in his eyes. “But we won’t work out -”

“Why’re you so sure of that?” He takes a step forward, reaching towards you. You knock his hands away and he stumbles back, stung.

“Because I’m not good enough for you!” You shout, your words echoing against the castle walls. “Because I’m snarky and frigid and cold and rotten to the core - and you’re wonderful and funny and sweet and you deserve so much better than me”.

Your words stun him into silence, and before he can work out a response, before your resolve starts to crumble, you take a large step away from him. With trembling hands, you reinforce the frozen fort in your heart, forcing yourself to beat a hasty retreat.

“Besides”, you add, voice shaking. “What could I possibly offer you?”

You disappear around the corner, coldly ignoring him even as he calls your name.

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“He’s wandering around the castle like a lovelorn ghost”, Akaashi says, dropping into the library seat across yours.

“Explain why that makes it my business”, you hiss with the indignation of a cornered boggart with no means of escape.

He just gives you a knowing look and you glance at the skulking librarian, wondering if you should risk a detention to drive your sharpest quill into the back of the Ravenclaw boy’s hand.

“You know, it’s sad you think so little of Bokuto-san that you refuse to allow him to make choices for himself.”

“What are you - “

“It’s true, isn’t it?” His gaze remains resolute, even as you snarl. “Why don’t you prove me wrong?”

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But you’re stubborn, so you avert your eyes whenever Bokuto comes into your line of sight, changing seats so you don’t sit anywhere near him in Charms, escaping whenever he tries to call your name. Your Tuesday tutoring sessions with him are a thing of the past. You even hear from Miya Osamu that Bokuto’s been trying and failing to bribe first years into letting him into the Slytherin Dungeons, though they’re all far too frightened of your reputation to even dream of crossing you, not even for the bait of a ride on his rare firebolt.

You’re lonely, but you refuse to admit it to yourself.

You even refuse to watch the match between Hufflepuff and Slytherin despite it being touted as the social event of the year. Both team’s lineups are exceedingly impressive. Representing Hufflepuff there are powerful players like Bokuto, Ushijma, Azumane, even surly Kyoutani. Slytherin’s certainly no slouch either, with Oikawa, Suna, Daishou, Kuroo and the Miya twins.

But you huddle in the library and ignore the screams and cheers of the whole school spectating the match until Akaashi skids into the library, distress clear on his face.

“He’s injured”, he manages to spit out between heaving breaths, and you don’t even need to ask who he is, panic turning your ribs into kindling, burning a blaze through your chest as you sprint full speed towards the hospital wing.

Quidditch is a horrendously dangerous sport - the Daily Prophet Sports Section is full of horrendous injuries like long lasting concussions and smashed bones that you’re already imagining the worst by the time you cross the threshold of the hospital wing. But Bokuto’s not even lying on the cot - he’s sitting upright, a confused yet hopeful expression on his face as you stare at him, dumbfounded.

“A-Akaashi said you were injured”, you manage to stutter.

Bokuto waves a bandaged finger at you. “Yep”, he says, taking wary steps one at a time towards you. “Suna got me good when I was about to catch the snitch”.

“Oh”, you say lamely. “I see.” You’re thankful no one else is in the hospital wing to see your disgrace. “I’ll be going, then”.

“Wait! Please don’t run away again”, he begs, taking advantage of your distracted state to catch your hand, his fingers circling your wrist easily. You tug against his grip, but it’s futile - you’ve left your wand in the library in your mad rush, and years of Quidditch training have sculpted Bokuto into the human embodiment of a brick wall.

“Let go of me!” You order him in the coldest tone you can muster. It’s not even icy - in fact, it’s probably lukewarm.

He shakes his head, as stubborn as you. “Not until you hear me out”, he replies, pulling you out of the hospital wing into the nearest unused classroom.

“Fine.” You cross your arms. “What do you want to say to me then?”

“Well for starters, you’re the most amazing, scary girl I know”, he says, grinning boyishly at you. “You’re so much smarter than me I don’t know how your head doesn’t go pfft cos it sure isn’t large enough to hold all your brains. And you’re nice - I don’t know why you pretend you’re not - Yachi said you cursed the boys who teased her ‘cos you found her in the bathroom crying, even though you literally met her for the first time - “

“Why are you telling me this?” You cut in, confused.

“Cos you asked me what you could offer me” He answers simply, his fingers slotting in between yours. “The answer is you. I want you. I like you.” His grin softens into a bashful, goofy, adorable smile. “And I know I’m not smart like you or Akaashi, but I know enough to think you like me too.”

Your mind is entreating you not to give in, reminding you that you’ll only drag him down with you but your selfish heart wins out. The weeks you’ve voluntarily isolated yourself from Bokuto have been cold and lonely, and the truth is you miss him - you miss the silly jokes he makes, the playful banter, his boundless confidence and kindness and friendliness. Maybe that makes you selfish, but you can’t deny it any longer, you want him for yourself.

So you reply with a shy smile of your own. “Maybe I do - like you, I mean”, you say, with an earnestness you must have learnt from him, tilting your face up towards him like a flower seeking the sun.

His eyes grow wide with delight as you step into the circle of his arms, allowing him to draw you against his broad chest.

“And to be honest, maybe I’m the fool for not letting myself admit that I’ve always liked you”.

“Don’t call yourself tha - mmmph!”

This time it’s your turn to interrupt him with a kiss, tipping his head down to slide your lips against his, the heat in his eyes and the sunshine in his smile that finally melting the last vestiges of ice in your heart and transforming you from a snow maiden into a girl made of flesh and bone.

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Akaashi convinces you to sneak into the holding area before the next match between Slytherin and Hufflepuff.

You’re self conscious, constantly adjusting the scarf in Hufflepuff yellow and black looped around your throat, but that immediately dissolves when Bokuto whoops the minute he spots you, bounding over to sweep you into an embrace, demanding at least twenty kisses before he lets you go.

You oblige, because when faced with Bokuto’s pleading eyes, you’re weak, soft.

Then you realise why Akaashi was so insistent on you surprising Bokuto just before his big match.

Miya Atsumu falls off his broom, slack jawed. Miya Osamu trips over him. Even Suna Rintarou looks at you and Bokuto with a modicum of fear and respect.

“Get it together!” Kuroo snaps at his team, hands on hips.

None of that registers with Bokuto, of course. The minute the whistle blows, he speeds off, leaving even Oikawa in the dust, and before a dazed Miya Atsumu even scores once against Daichi, the Hufflepuff keeper, Bokuto is already holding the golden snitch aloft in his hand. He proceeds to do laps of aerial cartwheels around the pitch before hovering in front of the stands where you sit, shamelessly blowing kisses towards you.

You hide your burning face in your hands. Akaashi just sits beside you, intolerably smug. Bokuto, oblivious as ever, just whoops.

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