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camelliacats · 1 year

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long way down

Have some Stanior feels set amidst the final battle. ;3

Fic: "long way down" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: implied Scabior/Stan Shunpike

Rating: very light T

Words: ~1,580

Additional info: romance, slash, cross gen, angst, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: Scabior's supposed to feel a sense of pride, leading part of this storm into the castle, across the bridge. Then why does it feel like a trap, with no hands out to catch him if he falls?

Various things set Snatchers apart from Death Eaters. There was the obvious lack of a brand on the inner left forearm, of course. There was the brilliant wardrobe, secondly. There was, most importantly, on overreliance on magic on the part of the Death Eaters.

That last notion in particular came to mind tonight as Scabior raised his head in the evening air and gave the dampness a sniff.

"What've you got?" came somewhere off to his left.

"Shh," Scabior rushed, half in annoyance, half to concentrate.

The voice's owner went still behind him. Others with him didn't pipe up after that, some perhaps waiting for Scabior's opinion.

But, when he settled on one, he found he wasn't keen to share it. At least, not with everyone present. No…

Not when something felt odd tonight, and that something reeked in the air.

Scabior didn't have Greyback's senses, of course, so he doubted the other Snatchers would put much faith in his caution now, despite Scabior's good nose on previous hunts. Not to mention several of these Snatchers, including the one who'd just spoken up (Rumford, an all right bloke), were low-level Death Eaters on loan well past their previous assignment ages ago.

At that thought, Scabior put his concern on hold and glanced behind him, picking out Faraday's men in an instant. Rumford was close by, near one of Scabior's trusted, the exceptionally tall and reedy Barkin. Rumford had taken to learning the ropes from Barkin in Moyer's place the last several months, since Moyer had grown indignant and wanted out after barely more than a few weeks. Speaking of the git—Scabior spied the burly bastard dressed once more in all black, more comfortable with the newly recruited Death Eaters back along the tree line than up front by the covered bridge with sympathizers and Snatchers. Well, Moyer could stay there, for all Scabior cared. Moyer was a pain in the arse anyhow. Unlike—

Unfocused eyes stopped staring out over the gorge and drifted Scabior's way, and blue eyes met blue.

Scabior pursed his lips, tamping down his frown about the odd air the longer Shunpike held his gaze. Faraday thought Shunpike trouble, keeping the young wizard Imperiused all the time. But the witch simply didn't understand that didn't have to be the case with Shunpike.

Scabior… Scabior knew Shunpike's story, because it wasn't far from his own. It was how the two men had come to an agreement of sorts, how they'd become confidants little by little over the past few months, without the need to take away Shunpike's freedom, only for him to feign it in front of others.

A broken twig snapped to his right, alerting him that Shunpike had inched forward and then frozen.

Scabior froze, too, and clenched his jaw. It was a dangerous game they played, keeping Shunpike's head down and the ruse up. It didn't help that, with the barrier around the castle and the odd air, things had Scabior on edge right now.

To the point where, if he had a choice, he wouldn't lead this charge tonight.

But he had to be alone in his opinion, because others paced around him and Shunpike, some hooted and hollered, more taunted the students waiting across the bridge behind the suits of armor come to life, and even more behind him and Shunpike didn't bother keeping their voices down much at all, acting as though this were merely a small stop before the Dark Lord took care of things, made history, and the Wizarding world changed forever.

And that would be the case. Everyone who sided with the Dark Lord or against the Ministry's abusive powers or just because was here tonight, to change the world.

So Scabior set aside his fear of the something odd and focused on that, because he was done being one of those victims of those with power and a name. He glanced at Shunpike then.

With everyone else's attention diverted, Shunpike didn't try as hard this second to pretend. His lips parted in a tiny, puckered, concerned "o" and his brow was furrowed. He was waiting for Scabior to share what had made the older wizard go quiet.

But Scabior closed his eyes and shook his head, assuring Shunpike not to worry. And, when he opened his eyes, something invisible fluttered into being in front of him, burning to a crisp, crumbling to ashes, fading just as quickly as it arrived. …the barrier.

The barrier was down.

The chaos of the assembled behind him converged into a concentrated attack when victorious whoops rang out, and a reinvigorated Scabior held his wand high, leading the way across the bridge.

A lanky but worn student had come partway onto the bridge to taunt them but turned heel and ran the moment Scabior and the others gave chase, and the thunder of footsteps—dozens of them, no, hundreds—clamored after him. The pounding footfall echoed in the covered bridge, so loud Scabior almost couldn't hear himself laugh, and he couldn't hear Shunpike, either, when the younger wizard yelped something behind him—

Ah.

No, wait.

It wasn't the footfall that was deafening.

During their charge forward, there had been charges set off under the bridge.

The chaos of the assembled behind Scabior returned but morphed into panic, into screams and hollers and cries for help and desperate attempts at magic to save themselves. Bodies and splinters and bridge and fire rained down as Scabior and Shunpike and few more poured on what little speed they had left, to try and reach the safety of the other side.

But it was no use.

The ground beneath Scabior's feet crumbled. He knew he should've trusted his instincts (they were what made him an excellent Snatcher, after all). Instead, here he was, his heart plummeting into his stomach as he drop, drop, dropped, flailing out of instinct like any other hapless animal.

…but…he wasn't an animal.

None of them—not his Snatchers—they weren't animals or the lowest of lows or beyond saving.

That struck Scabior when a hand shot out from thin air and jerked him to a stop.

Pain snapped him out of his dismal thoughts, and Scabior followed the arm up to the face of his savior…and he gaped at Shunpike.

Shunpike couldn't pretend to be Imperiused right now, but they had bigger worries, certainly. For one, Shunpike had managed to cling to one of the broken but still standing structural beams, up towards the top. But the knuckles of his right hand which clung to the beam were pure white, and sweat dripped from his brow. He was holding on—quite literally—for life.

For his and Scabior's, both.

"C'mon, then," Shunpike said, though his voice was strained.

Scabior blinked away his stupor and pursed his lips once more. "Come where?"

"I don' 'ave me wand, Scabior. Lost it instead of me life." He grinned (always toothy and a bit goofy, but genuine nevertheless) and tried pulling Scabior up. But Shunpike's grin dimmed as he struggled to heave the other man up. His willowy arm had a good grip but terrible lifting power. And his other arm wouldn't hold on to what remained of the structural beam forever.

They locked eyes as the weight of reality clicked into place. Scabior opened his mouth—

But Shunpike beat him to the punch with a glare. "If you say sumfink stupid like 'Save youself,' then I'll just 'ex you meself when I find a new wand, you wanker."

Getting chewed out right now, of all times, and by Shunpike no less… It was so absurd that Scabior couldn't help it: He laughed. It was a hearty sound and feeling, and he did agree with Shunpike for a beat, that perhaps he was a wanker, when they hadn't even exhausted all their options yet. So Scabior, who'd been clutching Shunpike's outstretched arm with both hands, pried one hand free to pat his own person for his wand. They ought to have time enough to try a spell or two—

Scabior blanched, his good humor evaporating.

Shunpike, having gotten so much better at reading him during his stay with the Snatchers, stared at Scabior, wide-eyed.

But no. Scabior had been fearful before, about tonight. He wouldn't let panic set in, even when he switched hands and—and felt that no, he truly was wandless…

Shunpike's arm strained as the younger wizard scrambled to haul Scabior up. But as he focused on his left and its precious cargo, the grip of his right arm on the beam began to slip. It wasn't noticeable at first, but then they slid by a centimeter and another and then by two inches.

"Shunpike—"

"No! Don' distract me right now—"

"Shunpike—"

"I won' 'ear you—"

"Stan." Scabior's smile was small and tight when Shunpike whipped his head around, unaccustomed to the use of his given name by the Snatcher. Scabior rested his head against Shunpike's sleeve and pressed a grateful kiss to the back of the hand holding on to him.

But the gesture only worried Shunpike even more, despite their confidants-and-something-oddly-more status. Fear renewed his strength. He tugged Scabior impossibly closer, and Shunpike's face was nearly within reach.

Blue eyes locked with blue eyes.

Scabior could almost feel Shunpike's breath on his face.

Then Shunpike's left hand cramped and his arm spasmed, his fingers flying open, and Scabior finally stopped holding on and—

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #812: how to save a life) in the HPFC forum on FFN. You read right; I ended it there. B3 I rarely do cliffhangers or ambiguous endings, but I knew I wanted this one to stop here, bc I can't stop thinking about them, *lol*. As for what Scabior refers to as his and Stan's "shared story," that's a ref to smthg in "Less Than Dirt," so that's my plug for you to read that. Is there another Stanior coming after this? Yep! "The Trial of Stan Shunpike," to be written once I figure out which of two possible endings I wanna do. :3c I rly do enjoy Scabior ships, tho…I just… *has written this man a LOT* And it's hard but fun to write Stan's thick accent?? Idk. Board the Stanior ship with me, folks.

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #stanior #scabior #stan shunpike #<2500 #romance #slash #cross gen #angst #rated: PG13 #trio era #3rd POV

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guzae0los · 1 year

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#doctor who #dhawan!master #thirteenth doctor #thoschei #rating: pg13 #(?) just in case

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askblog-index · 2 days

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Deadangelos

Link: Deadangelos / @deadangelos Askblog Type: Illustrated / Drawn-response Activity Status: Active, Inbox open, Senior Askblog Language: English Rating: PG-13+ Content Warnings: Canon-typical violence, cartoon blood, injury, very occasional references to heavy themes.

Source Material: Percy Jackson & The Olympians / Riordanverse Character(s): Nico di Angelo, Riordanverse Main Casts, Riordanverse Ensemble

Admin/Mun: Princessponies81 / @princessponies81 (PJO Sideblog - @aroaceleovaldez )

Description: A canon-divergent askblog, taking place after the events of Heroes of Olympus and focusing primarily on Nico di Angelo. Follows a modified timeline of post-HoO series. Features events and original characters, and occasionally focuses on other main and ensemble characters for specific arcs. All characters can be asked questions. A supplementary wiki is being constructed to document canon-divergence details and blog-relevant lore.

#pjo #pjato #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #nico di angelo #askblogs #askblog #deadangelos #princessponies81 #indexed blog #illustrated askblog #language: english #rating: pg13 #active askblog #inbox open #senior askblog

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tubapun · 5 months

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At this point posts about "there was a gay rated r cut of Scooby-Doo" are the new "Scooby-Doo taught us the real monster was people"

#scooby doo #THEY DIDNT FILM IT AS RATED R THEY WROTE IT AS R AND FILMED IT AS PG13 #IT WASNT GAY EITHER YOU IDIOTS IT WAS HOMOPHOBIC #the 'gay kiss' was male gazey bullshit that wasnt even romantic in universe #it was just daphne and velma kissing as a gag at the end of the soul swap scene #because it was shot in 2001 and james gunn was still massively homophobic and obssessed with lesbians as 'hot'#and the gay fred was just a joke about him having an ascot #honestly the only things that were actually truly cut are that kiss and the fred being gay thing #the other elements that would have made it pg13 are available as deleted scenes on any decent copy of the film #and range from 'velma dancing while drunk and it being ambiguous who shes serenading' to 'daphne havibg her soul ripped out'#also SHUT UP ABOUT TIM CURRY THAT WAS A MYTH SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP

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snowmist-hashira · 11 months

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[Chapter title: Feline]

Muichiro Tokitou x Reader

Warning: PG-13 content Word Count: 3,051

Wattpad: [KNY Fanfiction] (One shots) Tokito Muichiro x Reader

Archive: Kimetsu No Yaiba: Tokitou Muichiro x Reader Master list: ♠ Information ♠

Artist link: https://twitter.com/mboj321

I am open to requests for Muichiro x Reader content, and I also enjoy engaging in roleplays. If you're interested in either, please feel free to check out my pinned post for more information. ~ ♠

Y/n and Tokito Muichiro had been acquainted for quite some time. They had been in the same class for nearly three years, but it wasn't until they were assigned to be partners on a task that they truly began to interact.

Living alone was proving to be difficult for Y/n, not because of the tasks and responsibilities that came with it, but because of the constant feeling of loneliness. She had to adjust to a solitary lifestyle and rely solely on herself.

Y/n had a companion in the form of a blue feline, whom she fondly called her own. The cat kept her company throughout the day, especially since she lived alone. Being alone often led to loneliness, but having the cat around made things more bearable. After school, Y/n would sometimes invite Muichiro over to her place to hang out.

Y/n opened the front door of her apartment with a smile, announcing her return. Muichiro followed behind her and they were greeted by a warm meow coming from her cat who was waiting for them at the entrance.

"Have you been a good girl?" Y/n asked as she took off her shoes and knelt down. She stretched her palm towards her blue cat, who nuzzled against her touch, and Y/n couldn't help but squeal at the cuteness.

Y/n proceeded to stand up and adjust the curtains and blinds in preparation for the evening, as it was starting to get dark outside. As she did so, her blue feline gazed up at Muichiro, his mint-colored eyes glanced down, seeing the cat as if requesting something. Muichiro responded with a small smile, patting the cat, who let out a welcoming meow in return.

She sneakily stole a glance at the him, enjoying at the sight at how Muichiro’s gaze softened. Y/n found herself attracted to his unique personality. Although he appeared cold and detached on the outside, she discovered that he was actually warm and caring on the inside.

“She really likes you more than me.” Y/n remarked, her cat seemed to have taken a liking to Muichiro, as she observed how the feline was becoming fonder of him with each visit. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel a bit envious, wishing she could receive the same amount of attention from him as her pet did.

“I doubt that.” Muichiro replied.

The room was filled with soft lighting, casting a warm and inviting glow that immediately put them at ease. The comfortable armchairs and couches beckoned them to sink in and relax. The faint smell of coffee beans in the air added to the homely atmosphere. The absence of any tension or stress made them feel comfortable and secure, like they were in a safe haven. The soothing silence completed the calming ambiance, making them feel like they were wrapped in a warm, comforting embrace.

Y/n placed the freshly brewed coffee on the table, and Muichiro sat on the carpet right next to it, placing his bag beside him. "Thanks," he said.

Whenever Y/n was around, Muichiro felt an unusual sense of letting his guard down. As a demon exterminator, he was always on high alert and had honed his swordsmanship skills to their limits. But with Y/n, it felt like he could completely let his guard down. Her presence had a calming effect on him, and he felt a sense of peace around her.

He took pride in witnessing a different aspect of Y/n's personality, as she appeared gentle and elegant on the outside, but she also possessed a mischievous side that she only revealed to him. He found this sense of exclusivity appealing.

"Meow!" Her cat playfully growled as Y/n tickled its belly, causing her to break into small laughs. Though the feline appeared to be aggressive, trying to bite her hand, Y/n was quick to pull it away before it could do any harm. “Ahaha~”

The cat went to Muichiro and started to purr and nuzzle its face onto his lap. Muichiro was surprised but responded by giving the cat some affection. Y/n couldn't help but pout, feeling jealous of how the cat was getting Muichiro's attention.

‘Is he like that because it’s a cat?’

Y/N came up with an idea and mimicked a cat by raising one hand like a paw and lowering the other, tilting her head and making an attempt to look cute with her eyes, while saying "M-Meow~". She knew that this action could possibly make her look silly and undermine her dignity.

Y/n couldn't help but feel embarrassed at her childish actions, she looked up at him, hoping he wouldn't think she was too weird or childish. She was met with a pair of widened mint eyes, blinking confusingly at her antics.

And at that moment, she regretted it.

Mui couldn't help but lowly laugh at Y/N's playful act, finding it amusing and entertaining. "Well, I think you make a pretty convincing cat, Y/N," he said, chuckling. "But I'm not sure if all cats make that cute of a face."

“Wha-“ Y/N was surprised by his words and wondered how he could say something like that with a straight face. Despite this, she noticed that his demeanor remained the same, except for a laugh which had become common between them.

Y/N expressed her embarrassment and covered her mouth before turning away from Muichiro. She had a slight pink tint on her cheeks due to the embarrassment caused by his words. Muichiro chuckled at her reaction and playfully ruffled her hair.

Y/n couldn't help but steal glances at Muichiro, feeling the warmth of his hand and the tenderness of his gaze. It was clear to her that he regarded her as something precious and valuable, and she found that incredibly endearing. She was drawn to the way he expressed himself, and she wondered what other emotions he was capable of showing. Muichiro's charm had her a bit lost in thought.

Y/n suggested a playful idea to get closer to Muichiro. She crouched down with one hand on the floor, using her other hand like a paw. She then moved closer to Muichiro until their faces were only a few inches apart. Y/n then purred and said "Meow~" in a cute attempt to be playful, but she felt herself blushing from the close proximity to him.

She attempted to mimic a cat, but it appeared that her actions were unintentionally alluring Tokito.

Tokito blushed as Y/n got closer, her playful meows now sounding more like purring. He could feel her breath on his face, sending shivers down his spine. Y/n's playful cat imitation seemed to have unintentionally caught Muichiro's attention in a different way. Instead of finding it amusing, he found himself drawn to her as she leaned in closer to him. He couldn't help but notice how cute she looked, with her hand mimicking a paw and her soft purring. He felt a strange sensation in his chest as he looked at her, and he couldn't look away.

Y/n was surprised by the sight, as she observed the blush on his cheeks. She found it intriguing that the once cold and strong-looking Tokito Muichiro that she first met was now melting in such a manner. It captivated her attention.

Who wouldn’t? He looked vulnerable right now.

"Y-Y/n, I think that's enough teasing for today," he stammered, attempting to maintain his composure. He gently pushed her back to create some distance between them, feeling a little flustered.

Y/n's mischievous side was triggered by Muichiro's flustered reaction, causing her to playfully grin. She teased him by poking his cheeks and asking, "Are you feeling embarrassed, Mui~?" She found his flustered state to be adorable and couldn't resist reacting that way.

Despite his protests, Muichiro's flushed face betrayed his true feelings. Y/n's teasing had clearly gotten to him, and he struggled to regain his composure. "You're just being silly," he tried to insist, but the words lacked conviction.

Y/n teased Muichiro further by cupping his cheeks to make him face her. She had a smirk on her face as she noticed the bright blush on his cheeks. She could feel the warmth of his skin as well and exclaimed, "But you are!"

As Y/N continued to hold his face, Muichiro's face became even more flushed. Despite his protests, Y/N could tell that he was embarrassed. "I know you're embarrassed, Mui," Y/N said teasingly, smirking at the sight of his bright red face. She could feel the warmth emanating from his cheeks.

"I-I'm not embarrassed," However, Muichiro continued to deny it and repeated that Y/N was just being silly. Y/N could sense that he was panicking internally, even though he was trying to hide it.

Y/n chuckled and continued to tease Mui, not believing his denial. She held his chin and pulled him even closer, tilting her head with a mischievous smirk. There was a glint of dominance in her eyes that sparked.

She was clearly enjoying this moment too much.

As Y/N pulled Muichiro closer, he couldn't help but feel his heart racing. His cheeks grew even redder as he struggled to maintain eye contact with her. "I-I... I’m not," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. But even as he spoke, he knew he was lying to himself. Y/N's proximity was making him feel all sorts of things he had never felt before.

Y/n continued to hold Muichiro's chin and maintain eye contact, she could sense his nervousness and feel his heart racing. "Are you sure about that, Mui?" she asked with a sly smile, knowing full well that he was lying to himself. She could see the desire and vulnerability in his eyes, and it only made her want to tease him even more.

Y/N's mischievous side only grew stronger as Muichiro continued to deny his embarrassment. She moved even closer, lifting his chin and exhaling warm air onto his neck. Muichiro's face grew even redder and he felt increasingly flustered by Y/N's teasing. He tried to break eye contact, but Y/N's grip on his chin prevented him from doing so.

"I...I am not embarrassed," he stuttered, trying to sound convincing but failing miserably.

Y/N found Muichiro's reaction amusing and chuckled as she whispered to him, her breath gently brushing against his neck. She then asked him if he was certain, prompting him to finally give in and admit, while laughing softly, that he was indeed embarrassed.

She grinned triumphantly as Muichiro finally admitted to being embarrassed. She released her hold on his chin and leaned back, giving him some space. "Aww, you're so cute when you're flustered," she teased, poking his nose lightly.

Y/N tilted her head and smiled, as if reverting back to her innocent self. "See, that wasn't so hard to admit, was it?"

With a small smile, Muichiro chuckled and acknowledged Y/N's teasing had left him feeling slightly embarrassed yet amused. "You're quite skilled at getting people to admit things, aren't you?" He admitted that Y/N was quite skilled at making people confess to things.

"Oh, really? You think so?" Y/N replied innocently, creating some distance between them.

Mui chuckled softly at Y/N's question. "Yes, you are," he said, his eyes glistening with affection. "You're always full of surprises, Y/N. It's part of what makes you so lovable."

"...!" Y/N was taken aback by Muichiro's compliment and blushed slightly in response. She quickly regained her composure and thanked him. Y/N realized that getting compliments from him felt different than from others. While she had received many compliments before, Muichiro's words felt particularly heart-warming to her.

Muichiro saw how Y/N reacted and found her adorable, making him smile warmly. "You're welcome," he replied. "You really do have a way of brightening up a room, Y/N."

Y/N sought clarification from Muichiro that teasing him was a way to brighten up the room. She then gave him a judgmental look and asked, "Do you actually enjoy being teased?"

Muichiro chuckled softly, "Well, I wouldn't say I love it, but I do find it amusing and entertaining. It's a nice way to break the ice and lighten up the mood." He smiled warmly at Y/N. "And teasing me back is also a good way.”

Y/N pouted and mumbled to herself, almost inaudibly, "I only tease you because I like you." She then turned away, crossed her arms, and assumed that Muichiro hadn't heard her confession.

Muichiro, however, did hear her statement, and he couldn't help but feel a little flustered at her words. He cleared his throat, trying to compose himself before speaking. "I...uh...I like it when you tease me too, Y/N." He admitted, his cheeks tinged with pink. It was unusual to see him struggle with his words, as he usually sounded confident. But in this instance, he was searching for the right words to say.

“Wha..” Y/N turned to Muichiro with an intense gaze, her sudden movement startling him. She took a deep breath before mustering up the courage to ask him, "Why do you like it when I tease you?" Her mind was racing with possibilities, hoping that his answer would confirm that he shared her feelings.

Muichiro looked at Y/N with a faint smile on his lips, his eyes slightly squinted in thought. "I guess...I just like seeing you in a playful mood. And I know that teasing is your way of showing affection," he replied, his tone softening as he spoke. "It's...nice. It makes me feel like we're close."

"Like almost this close?" Y/N pushed Muichiro down on the carpet with a gentle yet swift motion, positioning herself on top of him and pinning him down with her hands. She ran a strand of hair behind her ear in a seductive manner and tilted her head with a look of dominance and confidence in her eyes. It seemed like she wasn't teasing him this time, but rather trying to convey a message.

Tokito's eyes widened in surprise as Y/N suddenly pushed him down, pinning him to the carpet. He felt his heart racing as he gazed up at her, her eyes gleaming with confidence and dominance.

He swallowed nervously before answering her question. "Y-Yes, almost that close."

He couldn't help but notice how beautiful she looked in that moment, her hair falling perfectly around her face, and the way she held herself with such poise and control.

He was amazed by Y/N's confidence and the way she was able to take charge of the situation. He knew that she was teasing him, but he couldn't resist her playful advances.

"But why do you ask?" he added, curious about her intentions.

Y/N's frown deepened as she looked at Muichiro, “Mui… You’re awfully dense.” Feeling a bit frustrated with his lack of understanding. Without answering his question, she lifted one of her hands from the floor and grabbed his chin, using her thumb to playfully touch his bottom lip. She held his gaze with her own, her expression a mixture of amusement and desire.

Muichiro's heart quickened as Y/N held him down and touched his lip with her thumb. He was immobilized, overwhelmed by her dominant demeanor. "D-Dense? What do you mean?" he stammered, staring up at her with a blend of bewilderment and yearning in his eyes.

The intensity of Y/N's actions only made Muichiro more attracted to her, and he found himself unable to resist her. His voice was barely audible as he asked her, his eyes locked onto hers. “Y-Y/N, what are you doing..”

Y/N released Muichiro's chin and held her hair in place as she leaned in closer to him, saying in a breathless and alluring tone, "I like you."

As she drew closer and whispered her message of affection, Muichiro's heart skipped a beat. He had always admired Y/N from afar, but he never thought that she would be interested in him.

Her eyes showed no hint of uncertainty, only a dominant aura as she closed the gap between their faces and tilted her head for a better angle. She planted a swift kiss on his lips, closing her eyes as her eyelashes brushed against her cheeks.

Muichiro was surprised by Y/N's sudden confession and bold actions, but he couldn't deny the fluttery feeling in his chest. He closed his eyes as she leaned in for a kiss and wrapped his arms around her waist, drawing her closer. Their kiss was gentle yet passionate, and it conveyed the depth of their mutual feelings for each other.

He felt a rush of emotion and passion that he had never experienced before.

Muichiro couldn't help but feel a sense of longing. He wanted to hold her close and tell her how much he loved her.

When they parted, Muichiro opened his eyes and looked at Y/N with a small smile. "I like you too, Y/N," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N was surprised when Muichiro kissed her back, and she quickly pulled away, covering her mouth with the back of her hand in a cute manner. She was now blushing, and the confident aura she had before was gone, replaced by a shy expression in her eyes.

"I... I didn't expect that," she stuttered.

Tokito was surprised too, but he couldn't help but feel a bit relieved that Y/N had returned his feelings. He sat up and looked at her with a smile. "I like you too, Y/N," he said softly. "I'm sorry if I was too dense to realize it earlier."

"Yeah, damn you're right." Y/N cursed at his denseness, turning away in embarrassment "I like you too as well, idiot." She closed her eyes, trying to calm herself down, but the blush on her face showed that she was still flustered.

Muichiro let out a soft chuckle, feeling a sense of relief and happiness at Y/N's confession. "I'm glad to hear that," he said, extending his hand to take hers. "I've actually been wanting to tell you for a while, but I wasn't sure if you felt the same way." He gave her hand a gentle squeeze before releasing it.

He knew that he had found someone special, someone who understood him and accepted him for who he was. He couldn't wait to see where their relationship would go, and he knew that he would always cherish the memory of their first kiss.

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urlocallesbiabs-reblog-sideblog · 1 year

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the last time reigen let dimple possess him, it was, well, — it felt fucking great, despite everything. standing in the eye of the storm, indestructible, fast, strong, agile, powerful, together; having entrusted him with reigen's useless old little body and gotten a 200% return on the investment! so what if he wanted to feel something at least a little bit like that again, if he missed the crowdedness under his skin? so what if he's been feeling kind of lonely lately, especially when off work, what with mob being busy, and himself not being all too close to tome-chan yet, and not letting himself get all too close to serizawa? so maybe reigen starts letting dimple possess him from time to time, just, casually. most of the time the possessions aren't even justified, but it's not weird if they don't talk about it. dimple enjoys being able to breathe, and says exactly that; reigen enjoys being together, and says nothing of it.

reigen never admits any of his reasons, obviously; neither does dimple admit that he deeply appreciates what reigen does for him. it's just a weird little thing that happens between them, largely unacknowledged, mentioned either not at all or through crude lighthearted jokes, with emotions welling in the whitespace between words.

over time, reigen gets his head out of his ass, and him and serizawa become good friends, best friends, boyfriends, even, and later move in together. the thing with dimple continues to happen because there's no real reason for it to stop, and frankly it's not like they ever discuss that; it just carries on. katsuya's been noticing for quite a while that Something has been happening, but he never felt like it's his place to ask, especially when it seemed so silent — nearly non-existent, despite being very real. well, whatever arataka chooses to do with his free time, right?

***

one night katsuya stays out drinking with his school friends a little later than he was expecting, and comes home a little drunker than he was going to. he finds arataka in the kitchen, chopping some vegetables, main lights off and over-the-counter lights dim and amber around his frame; he's so, so pretty, and katsuya hugs him from the back, reaching to try and place a kiss. arataka turns around, his face flashing a wide grin and very bright red cheeks. "oh hi," dimple says. katsuya backs off clumsily, and stammers, "ah, i'm so sorry! i was expecting arataka to be here, but it's you, ah-h-h, this is awkward, again i'm so sorry!"

"no big deal," dimple waves off, and turns back to chopping. "fyi, usually when i'm here, it doesn't mean reigen's not — i don't displace him, yanno? just hanging around in his head, it's like buddy time." he grins again. "right now he isn't, though: i'm just puppeteering the thing. he passed out on the couch waiting for you, and i thought y'all wouldn't appreciate not having shit to eat for breakfast. i'll whip up some stir-fry for tomorrow and dump this back where i found it for a good night's sleep, dw about it"

"ah," katsuya says eloquently, "thank you."

he doesn't leave the kitchen, still — changes positions, getting comfortable, leans on the counter, and watches dimple work. his quick movements, his(?) elegant hands, his concentrated expression, his(?) golden hair, his red cheeks. he looks so handsome like that.

"you look so handsome like this," katsuya says before his brain-to-mouth filter catches up to the rest of him.

dimple puts the knife down and stretches his(? arataka's?) hands out before him, admiring. "it's a beautiful body," he admits. it's not a grin, but smile, softer this time; private, even. "don't tell reigen i said that, but — i really enjoy this; being like this. not just the whole getting to be alive, running around and breathing and eating thing, though of course that too, but also — you know what i mean," he shifts a shoulder up. "possessing anyone is fun, but possessing reigen..." he runs one of his(?) hands down another of his(?) arms, lightly — almost reverently. "it's nice."

katsuya's breath hitches.

he's standing closer than he remembers being. arataka is so pretty like that, in this soft lighting; dimple is so pretty like that, in this soft body.

"i still want to kiss you," katsuya whispers.

dimple's breath, just for a flashing moment, hitches too; he wouldn't admit it. "go ahead," he says, louder than a whisper, but way quieter than his voice.

katsuya does.

it's not chaste and not desperate; gentle-slow and quick-curious, soft, warm, almost exactly the same as every kiss he'd had before, just like this, but so unlike them, and almost tangibly new.

it feels great.

"it feels great," dimple breathes. "it's been a long time, and i've kind of... forgotten what it's like. so i've always wondered how it would feel if i did it."

"you mean, kissing in general, or?..." katsuya makes a terrible, embarrassed pause. "...kissing me?"

dimple shrugs, and turns back to the cutting board again. chop-chop-chop! katsuya stares, maybe a bit dumbly.

***

katsuya wakes up in the middle of the night, slightly less drunk but significantly more disoriented, and stumbles towards bathroom, and gets arataka's phone flashlight shone right into his fucking face (and then quickly towards his feet with a bit-louder-than-necessary apology).

" 'm going to the bathroom", katsuya explains.

"ah, i'm just heading back. samesies moment!" arataka jokes.

katsuya buffers.

"i kissed your boyfriend last night and i'm so sorry!"

"...you are my boyfriend, tsuya," he raises an incredulous brow, and then a hand to brush at katsuya's forehead. "you alright, buddy?.. uh, do you mean you gave me a kiss while i was asleep? if so, it's fine, you shouldn't worry about little things like that-"

"no! i mean kinda yes? agh, i mean dimple-was-posessing-you-while-you-were-asleep-and-i-kissed-him-and-he-kissed-me-back-i'm-so-sorry!"

"ah yea he does that someti- you What? dimple WHAT? wait, did you just call dimple my BOYFRIEND?"

***

the conversation that ensues is horrible. not because anyone's fighting — no one is even angry, unless you count violent bafflement as a subtype of anger — but because a honest, serious, 3-way conversation regarding dimple, gayness, feelings, and gay feelings for dimple, by definition can not be not horrible. arataka takes a smoke break in the middle. (he quit 5 years ago, but a guy needs exceptions). katsuya feels the closest he's ever felt to a heart attack, and that's including all his previous life experiences. dimple grows out a weird little perfunctory foot to tap it in the air.

but they try their best, and they figure things out.

in the end, not much changes; they still don’t talk about too often, but now it feels more like comfortable lack of necessity rather than avoidance; they all just get it. and occasionally, dimple possesses arataka while he kisses katsuya, and oftentimes vice versa.

it's nice.

#mob psycho 100 #vikarambles #reigen arataka #dimple mp100 #serizawa katsuya #ekurei #serirei #ekuserirei #got no interest whatsoever towards ekurei where dimple posseses the guard guy — no hard feelings just doesnt scratch my brain any good way #ekurei where dimple posseses REIGEN though??? ohhh SIGN ME UP for that shit i LOVE ghost romance i LOVE posessions #i LOVE supernatural/mind-bending displays of affection!!! that's the good shit!!!#and EKUSERIREI where dimple posseses either of them?? you mean i can take HAPPY GHOST ROMANCE and add POLYAMORY to it??????#it's like a lethal doze injection of adhd right to the frontal lobe. it makes me feel SO #either way i got half an hour of sleep last night because i was busy writing this. *bows down and keels over* bone apple teeth or w/e #real talk tho if you dont like this Pls do not let me know im a poor sensitive little flower and i'd like to live in peace #also uh #writing #i guess #word count 1.1k rating pg13 jsyk #aint much but honest work

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Barbie The Movie is rated PG-13

#barbie #barbie the movie #pg13 #rating: pg13

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🥏 TXF Fic Rec #20: "The Sin-Eater" by Jane Mortimer

Today’s fic is one of the greats, a singular little time travel story that, once you read it, you will never forget. It transcends the much-repeated fanfic formula and ventures into high-concept sci-fi, yet remains intensely romantic.

Written in 1996, Scully disappears into a mysterious vortex, and when she emerges, everything is not what it seems.

Rarely is a fic so original that I’ve never read anything quite like it. Using a lean writing style with great restraint and subtlety, it offers gripping what-is-real suspense, a gritty, eerie vibe, and absolutely haunting MSR.

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🥏 on Gossamer 🥏 on author's AOL site

length: short, 54K / 8,000+ words pairing(s): M/S UST to RST tags: sci-fi, angst, separated/reunited rating: teen/PG-13

#x files #the x files #x files fanfic #xf fanfic #msr #nephrit's fic rec #len: short #season: no era given #ship: m/s ust to rst #genre: sci fi #genre: angst #separated/reunited #rating: pg13 #by: jane mortimer

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coming soon on four to one

#for the record there will be no sex scene this is pg13 rated 💯

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Peeking

An old love told in memories amidst a visit set during PoA.

Fic: "Peeking" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: past!Narcissa Black/Poppy Pomfrey, Narcissa/Lucius Malfoy, with a cameo from McGonagall & mentions of Draco & Filch

Rating: T

Words: ~3,160

Additional info: romance, femslash, angst, Marauder era, Harry's era, 3rd person POV

Summary: They were supposed to be figments of each other's imaginations (or, at least, of the past).

She was supposed to have the day to herself.

It's all Narcissa can think, with the school year underway and Lucius flitting about the Ministry, keeping himself apprised of things and doing Merlin knows what, when an owl swoops down and lands with a heavy THUD on the sill outside the sitting room's window at Malfoy Manor as Narcissa takes her tea one afternoon. She startles, tea splashes up the sides of the cup and onto the saucer, and Narcissa scowls at the Eurasian eagle-owl that waits to be permitted inside.

The owl's large, amber eyes are unblinking. It doesn't even hoot while it waits, preferring instead to shiver in a ruffle of feathers.

"Owling—such a filthy task," Narcissa grumbles to herself when she cracks open the glass. She holds a hand out to bar entry to the bird and snatches the scroll tied to its right foot.

The owl nips at her fingers but, realizing Narcissa isn't one for treats, hops around and flies elsewhere for attention.

But Narcissa reads the parchment, twice, and her irritation over the bird is gone the next instant. Narcissa leaves her tea behind, pens a note to Lucius which she zips to the Ministry via spell, and plucks her cloak from a hook by the front door. Then she exits the manor and Disapparates on the spot.

Apparating long distances is taxing, and Narcissa isn't fond of flying, but she splits her travel time between the modes and arrives at Hogwarts in a few hours. There's a dank, dreary cloak of dark mist draped over the castle grounds…ah, no, that's not quite right. It's just Dementors, she has to remind herself, presently on loan from the Ministry while her cousin roams free, freshly escaped from Azkaban.

Filch spies her outside the gates and hustles to meet her, but McGonagall's right behind him, and the old woman looks at sharp as ever. "Mrs. Malfoy, I assure you, there is no need—"

"My son," Narcissa interrupts, striding past both of them into the castle, because she remembers her way just fine, "is in the Hospital Wing after being attacked by a creature. You don't get to decide what is necessary right now." No use of title or mention of McGonagall's name. No, no acknowledgment whatsoever beyond "you."

McGonagall bristles but shrinks back half a step behind the livid mother.

Yes, sometimes "you" does more than enough to carry her ire and vehemence.

She climbs the steps of the staircases two at a time where the moving parts allow, and Narcissa clenches her jaw and taps her finger on the bannister whenever she must wait for the staircases to settle into place. Nevertheless, she is the first one off the steps and the first one on the fourth floor, and her imagination runs wild, because when you receive a missive stating your only son's been attacked by a hippogriff, of all things, then—

Narcissa bursts through the Hospital Wing doors, carrying her anger and Lucius', too, because she knows her husband won't arrive yet, will be greasing the gears back at the Ministry, that this is yet another example of Albus Dumbledore's inability to lead this school, and—

But where an owl's unblinking amber eyes couldn't have bothered her less earlier, a pair of sharp, blue ones pierce the air as they land on her, and Narcissa stops in her tracks.

Behind her, McGonagall and Filch catch up, and the deputy headmistress clears her throat. "Poppy, I'm terribly sorry about this interruption, but…" Narcissa senses rather than sees the disdainful glance McGonagall casts her way. "Mrs. Malfoy is here to check on her son."

Poppy Pomfrey nods once. She draws the curtain behind her and tips her head to her audience. "Thank you, Professor McGonagall, Mr. Filch. I can take it from here."

Narcissa squares her shoulders and glimpses McGonagall's frown before the other two leave. But, even with them gone, it's still hard for her to move from her spot by the doors. Only when she hears the faintest whimper from further in the room does Narcissa recall her original intent in coming here. She clears her throat. "A-And? How is Draco?"

Poppy notes something on her clipboard before setting it aside. She steps forward but still keeps Narcissa at a distance, out of arm's reach. "He's sleeping. He's got some scratches and possibly a sprain. I'm waiting for the swelling in his arm to go down, but my experience tells me nothing's broken. Based on what Hagrid told me of the hippogriff and a few eyewitness accounts, Mr. Malfoy didn't know what he was getting into."

Her words draw a frown from Narcissa. She knows what Draco's like—he's so cocksure of himself sometimes, just like his father. But…there's something else in Poppy's tone.

There's something else there, meant for Narcissa.

Finally, Narcissa licks her lips and lowers her volume. "I—I didn't realize you'd stayed on, after all this time."

"This is the kind of position with job security," Poppy remarks. She glances behind her, but it's so quiet in here, so they must be alone save for the sleeping Malfoy heir. Slowly, Poppy draws her gaze back to her unwelcome guest. "…did you even read that letter?"

"Wha—? Yes, of course."

"It was on official stationery." She pauses, as though she meant to add "Mrs. Malfoy" at the end of her sentence but couldn't quite force the name out. Poppy tucks a nonexistent stray hair into her nurse's cap. "I ask, because if you had, then you would've understood this required giving the parents notice and nothing more. You didn't need to come here."

Narcissa has heard those words before, decades ago (a lifetime ago). But…she's here, in the end. Her eyes trace the stone floor, following the lines between blocks up the aisle, counting cots. In the quiet, she hears Draco's even breaths, which put her at ease. Perhaps Poppy is right, and Narcissa overreacted in coming here. But still. "I didn't realize you'd stayed on," she repeats dumbly.

Poppy sighs and walks to her nursing station up front. She leaves the door open behind her, but Narcissa doesn't read it as the invitation she used to, so the younger woman follows at a distance, leaning against the doorjamb when the matron sits down behind her desk. Poppy quirks an eyebrow at her. "You never once read through the faculty list, when Draco's letter came?"

Narcissa's hackles rise. Of course she'd read all the documentation…! Nothing had been so momentous in so long as Draco's first year. After years of dark spots in the family history—Bellatrix going to Azkaban, Andromeda shacking up with that Muggle-born and having his child—Draco's school years were going to be highlights, were going to put everything else out of mind.

Everything else out of mind.

(Even her own mistakes.)

Poppy watches her with open curiosity. Those blue eyes—sometimes glinting sharp like her silver instruments, sometimes soft like soothing lavender sachets—stare, but it's not so uncomfortable, and Narcissa doesn't call her out for it.

Instead, Narcissa stares back. She studies the other witch and notes that, though Poppy's only got a handful of years on Bellatrix, this job has aged her in some ways. Her dark hair is colored steel now and lighter still in a few bits that peek out from under her cap. Lines curve around her small mouth, still firm in its disapproval of Narcissa turning up when she least expects her. There are lines by her eyes, too, but it's the hardness of her stare that catches something in Narcissa's throat.

Poppy checks the time on her watch. "You may stay for a short while. Am I to expect his father here, as well?"

Reality is a cold splash of water in Narcissa's face, but she doesn't fully shake off her reveries. "I'm…I'm not sure." She wrings her hands in the hem of her travel cloak. She's never liked talking Lucius with Poppy. "He might be along later or come by tomorrow, at the earliest."

The matron nods and makes a note of this. Then she busies herself sorting through parchment, almost as though Narcissa isn't there.

But Narcissa is there, just as she was here more than twenty years ago—

—and she comes stumbling into the Hospital Wing, a bumbling thing of a witch, looking for respite, because, for all she likes to partake in making fun of Andromeda, she can't always keep up with her fellow snakes and the things they do for entertainment. There's only so much time she can spend in the library or even waltzing around the castle with Lucius, who likes to chirp about how they'll be betrothed before they're even out of school. But the castle is big, so surely there are places for her to hide and catch her breath, and faking ill once in a blue moon isn't the most awful thing Narcissa Black can do.

But it's fifth year, already. An exam year. The school nurse ought to understand when a student needs to relax, yes?

Narcissa enters the Hospital Wing, an excuse half formed on her tongue when she notes the usual nurse isn't there.

No, it's a young witch barely older than herself, with rosy cheeks and startling violet–blue eyes that pierce her.

Oh. Hadn't—hadn't they said something at the start-of-term feast? About a new nurse…

And the new nurse breaks into a brilliant smile. "Hello, there, miss. Madam Pomfrey, at your service," she says.

Suddenly, the youngest Black daughter forgets her excuse or what even brought her here in the first place and knows only that she's glad she came here today.

…but today, Narcissa Malfoy isn't so sure. Today, Narcissa feels awkwardly caught between two worlds again, although this time she doesn't have options. Still, she wants to know: "Do you hate me, Poppy?"

Poppy doesn't look her way, but her fingers still their sorting.

Narcissa wonders at her answer. She wonders a lot. After all—

—it's not as though she comes every other day or even every week. No, because Narcissa doesn't want others to think of her as sickly or to discover her fascination with Poppy.

But Poppy doesn't seem to mind. She makes small chat when Narcissa pops by and then encourages her to go study. After exams, Poppy pours her tea and, after sixth year starts, they have tea and biscuits semi-regularly at the nursing station.

Poppy chuckles a lot more in Narcissa's sixth year. "You don't find me decrepit and old?"

Narcissa raises one finely plucked eyebrow at her. Where on Earth would she have gotten that idea? "You're barely twenty-three, Poppy," Narcissa remarks.

"Mm," she mumbles, as though it's an answer. But there's something soft and sad in her heavy-lidded gaze, as though she's used to people calling her such terrible things because of her aspirations.

Narcissa thinks it could be far worse. Having aspirations is a fine thing. Having your life chosen for you…planned out for you…being unsure if you even want that life…those are scary things. For all Bellatrix's Dark thoughts catch her off-guard and Andromeda's "progressive" mindset puts her off, they don't terrify Narcissa as much as the idea that her destiny will be tied to the Malfoys. Sure, Lucius is fun, but… But.

She looks at Poppy.

Poppy holds her gaze. She smiles again, but it's small until Narcissa reaches across the nurse's desk and covers her hand with her own. Then—yes, then her smile reaches her eyes.

Unlike now. There's no smile and, even if Poppy managed to, Narcissa can't imagine it reaching her eyes the way it used to. So Narcissa concedes with a silent sigh and walks away, moving to check on her son. And she does, she pauses at Draco's cot, sees him laid up with his right arm in a sling (her heart stutters with concern and relief), and continues her walk to the end of the wing, until she comes to the far windows, until she can lean against the worn, smooth stone of the sill there and—

—it's something that started almost harmlessly before sixth year ended, but now she comes by too often in seventh year and Poppy knows her intentions. How can she not, after the third, fourth, fifth time Narcissa's undone the ribbon by her collar and unfastened those few buttons to free the tender flesh of her neck for nipping?

"We'll get caught," Poppy mutters, breathless, catching one of Narcissa's hands from roaming up her skirts.

It's never "We shouldn't" or "Stop it" or "I don't want to/this/you." It's always concern over getting caught. And Narcissa pauses long enough to show Poppy she hears her.

Then Poppy bites her bottom lip and her tiny smile peeks through, and they're back to snogging and—really, who's snogging who anymore?

Still, Poppy's worried about getting caught, especially as the months go on. Narcissa notices her seventh year is both a bright point (Lucius graduated last year, Narcissa is Head Girl) and a low one (this year is her last, her future awaits her outside these stone walls…and Poppy, Poppy will remain here indefinitely).

Sometimes, Narcissa kisses Poppy's fingertips and reassures her. "We won't get caught." She says it with all the backbone of those with the long history of the house of Black.

And maybe, just maybe, Poppy believes her for a moment, because she rests her head on the younger witch's chest and lies still, just long enough that Narcissa thinks they won't need to dress and carry on with their day, that time stands still. Just for them.

A familiar clamor behind her snaps Narcissa out of her reverie, and she turns. Even at this distance, she makes out so clearly Poppy's frown.

The nurse holds up a separate clipboard. "I'm sorry, but I've changed my mind. You can visit him again another time, but I've too much to finish for the day." Translation: It's too much, seeing you again.

So Narcissa has her answer. She nods but once and pauses at Draco's cot again, pressing a kiss to his crown of hair. After, she adjusts her travel cloak and smooths imagined wrinkles down its front, noting that Poppy once more stands out of arm's reach as she shows Narcissa out. Luckily for the nurse, Filch makes his rounds their way about then, so Poppy doesn't need to escort Narcissa from the castle, as well.

And so, Narcissa leaves almost as quickly as she arrived. Yet it weighs on her just as heavily, knowing what she knows now.

At home, she instructs the house-elves to begin prepping dinner early, but she doesn't supervise today. Even when Lucius comes home, blowing through the manor in a fit of rage over what transpired with Draco, Narcissa nods where appropriate and mumbles agreement as needed.

She picks at her food while Lucius elaborates a scheme that might one day see Dumbledore gone from the school, and a small part of her half agrees with him. After all, the current administration has done little to protect their son and fellow students in the past two, going on three years. No, taking care of students is a duty that resides with…

…well, her mind is full of Poppy these days, in seventh year, even with N.E.W.T.s ahead of her. Lucius writes her and complains that Narcissa doesn't write him much, but he forgives her because he empathizes over exam years. "Still," he writes in one of his many letters, "even though we'll be married sometime after your graduation, I wouldn't mind the occasional letter…"

He's oddly a romantic at heart. Narcissa likes that about him, understands that's why they've always been good friends, since they have this in common.

But she buries his letters where Poppy won't see them on one of only two occasions she spirits the older witch to her dorm. Poppy's never liked hearing his name, which Narcissa has always found endearing (getting jealous of him? how cute).

Yet it's not Lucius' name that ruins their night. No, it's Narcissa, after she's thoroughly exhausted her favorite flower and kisses the usual protest ("We'll get caught") off her lips. Because, yes, Narcissa kisses her, and they taste deliciously of sweat and salt and something else and—

"Then let's be caught," Narcissa dares to say.

It's as though the heat is sucked from the room. Even Poppy, skin scorching Narcissa's, turns Ice Mice-cold. She shrinks away and stares at Narcissa, those blue eyes piercing her and all too serious. "Cissa…what?"

Narcissa wraps a dark lock of Poppy's hair around her finger. "What if I just…" Suddenly, her boldness fades. It hits her that she sounds as nutters as Andromeda.

Poppy is up like a light, scrambling to dress and tidy her hair. "That's not— You can't— We— I—" Her voice cracks, and she surreptitiously swipes at her eyes, but she's not crying when she straightens up and faces Narcissa. She ties her apron around her waist. "No," she says, adamant.

Narcissa loosely knots the sheet around her, cold without Poppy. "Poppy, it's—"

But the matron shakes her head. Even when Narcissa takes a step towards her, she holds up a hand to stop the blonde. "I never should've indulged you."

The word is a slap in the face. "'Indulged'?"

And there, there is the hardening of Poppy Pomfrey's stare. Her cheeks are dark (red) in the dim lighting of a Slytherin dorm, but her flat expression is resolute. Before she lowers her hand, she gestures between her and Narcissa. "This…doesn't mean anything." No "Narcissa" or "Miss Black" or even a "you."

Narcissa doesn't warrant any such mention in Poppy's view.

Without so much as a goodbye, Poppy locates her wand and slips out of the dorm. Undiscovered, of course, because word never gets around about the things Narcissa Black did with the nurse. And then the school year ends and Narcissa puts Poppy and Hogwarts out of her mind. Until…

"…issa. Narcissa."

She blinks and stops swirling her wine in her glass. She sets the glass down and glances at her husband. "Sorry?"

Lucius frowns. "You're about to stain the lace, darling."

"Ah, right."

"Yes, quite. As I was saying… I'm glad Draco's all right, although I'd rather see for myself in person."

Narcissa tenses. "Ah. Perhaps let him have his rest, Lucius."

He purses his lips while he gives her opinion consideration. Then he shrugs it offs. "Very well. Either way, the school board has received notice, but I still plan to fill their ears about the matter." Lucius swipes at the crumbs on his plate. "So? Aside from the eventful, how was your day, darling?"

Her shoulders sink and, minus elegance, Narcissa tosses back the rest of her drink in the hopes of chasing away old memories. "I was supposed to have the day to myself," she murmurs.

Done for the If You Dare Challenge (for prompt #983: it doesn't mean anything) in the HPFC forum on FFN and for minifemslashfeb 2023 (scenario 7: so we meet again) on tumblr. It's been about ten yrs since I last wrote Narcoppy (they showed up in a drabble in Counting Backwards after their debut in "Black Flowers & Red Drugs"), but they're one of my favorite buried-in-Cissa's-past ships, *lol*, so I do think about them and just…rarely write them. X'D This got out of hand (as do so many of my fics XP), but I'm glad with this one, as there were some literary touches/finesses here and there that I enjoyed. Also, since we don't have a canon birthdate for Poppy, I've written her close to McGonagall's age before but am fond of keeping her around the age depicted here (so not much older than Marauder era), and I rly enjoy this?? Idk. Also just. The idea that Narcissa might've totally blitzed thru Draco's incoming documents when starting Hogwarts and so missed Poppy was still nurse amuses me to no end. XDDD Ahhhh, I love bittersweet Narcissa ships…! *looking at Narcrid, too*

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

#hp #harry potter #narcoppy #narcissa malfoy #poppy pomfrey #<5000 #romance #femslash #angst #rated: PG13 #marauder era #trio era #3rd POV

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I really like the fact that everyone including total strangers keep commenting on how pretty Cloud is - it's his design but if someone with that face and a sword that huge runs around people should be making comments about it! Realism!!

#ff7 rebirth #cloud strife #pretty pretty princess #lbr if this wasn't a SE game in the pg13 rating category people should be hitting on Cloud every second #nicely but also inappropriately like?? you can't tell me there aren't a number of guys who feel challenged by a pretty man #“ill put you in your place ”#“what a big sword you want to see something else that's big”#“pretty lips they'd look even better wrapped around my-”#(this is where barrett punches ppl lbr)

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Ask-Rachethabaster

Link: Ask-rachethabaster / @ask-rachethabaster Askblog Type: Text Activity Status: Active, Inbox open Language: English Rating: PG-13 Content Warnings: Mentions of death and mentions of canon typical violence

Source Material: Percy Jackson & The Olympians / Riordanverse Character(s): Rachethabaster (Rachel Elizabeth Dare, Ethan Nakamura, Alabaster Torrington)

Description: This is an askblog of an au I made where Rachel joins the TA (Titan Army) and stars the ship that I also made. I do not allow any Nsfw content (I'm a sex repulsed ace and that makes me uncomfortable) nor do I allow spamming of the same ask but the asking of many different questions is 100% allowed.

#pjo #pjato #riordanverse #percy jackson and the olympians #rachel dare #rachel elizabeth dare #ethan nakamura #alabaster torrington #alabaster c torrington #rachethabaster #ask-rachethabaster #askblog #askblogs #indexed blog #text askblog #language: english #rating: pg13 #active askblog #inbox open

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criminal-sen · 5 days

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*staring blankly in a mirror* Made in Abyss sure is. a show

#thats literally all im willing to say about #a youtuber i like just posted this huge analysis on it. so im catching up #watched. well. two of the three movies (first two are kinda just recaps) now all i gotta do is watch season 2👍#but i got the ick on me now. the uhhh goop if u will #my love for really fucked up horror takes me to some wild places ig #one might say. to the abyss😏#also!!!! the movies are rated fucking pg13 on youtube????? girl help

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glutaminase · 2 years

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Aur paas. // Closer.

DIL TO PAGAL HAI (1997)

#can u guys tell im just working my way through madhuris filmography lmfao #madhuri dixit #shah rukh khan #dil to pagal hai #bollywood #hindi cinema #dailyworldcinema #bollywoodedit #smudgedhenna #this movie is rated pg13 on amazon prime despite there being no actual sex or violence or swearing #and frankly its because of THIS KINDA Tension!!!!! and good for them

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lemonisntreal · 4 months

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heyo! Just found your blog and I was scrolling through your stuff and noticed your AU tone deaf. And I haven't found anything about what it is or what your idea is behind it. So I wanted to ask if you could give me an introduction to your AU!

Oh! And I absolutely love your artstyle and how you draw Buster! Anyway, hope you drink enough water and have a good day/night! ;)

Dear god this has been in my drafts for a while-

Hiya! Sorry for that lack of info lol, I'd been inactive for a long time, and the time that I actually WAS posting consistently was back when things were still being sorta fleshed out. But I've got a pretty good idea of how every single part moves at this point, so sure :D I'll give a not-so-brief summary lol [under a cut because I couldn't not dump multiple paragraphs teehee ~_~]

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Tone Deaf is like a dystopian version of Sing, if I were to put it super duper simply. One where Buster's issues get more emotional focus, and we get actual bonds with the cast because the movie forgot to do that.

Buster is, also, a lot more unhinged, fair warning. This fic's gonna contain violence and tackle some darker subjects [adjacent to grief and denial more specifically] so if it feels like I jumped a lot of sharks, it's because I 100% did.

It kinda started with me noticing how, in the actual movies btw, smaller characters like Buster and Mike had more difficulty getting around places. This led me to ask myself about how species differences could lead to struggles for certain animals since the city just isn't built for everyone [this is NOT Zootopia]. Ash's quills, and Meena's towering size were things I noticed too that would be massive problems, realistically. So after a lot of pondering, now we're here.

The world of Tone Deaf in present day is in a post-war period that's lasted about 50 years now [Crawly is actually a veteran from this war- which was more like complete and total anarchy if I'm being real, since there weren't really any sides until near the end...]

Long story short, the wealthy capitalized off of the war and taking people prisoner- so they purposefully kept it going. A resistance ended up forming to stand against this [Miss Crawly being one of the generals, with that classic missing eye] and after their army stormed the unsuspecting stronghold, the war finally began to conclude. It still took around a year after that to release all of the prisoners of war, and by the end of it all, the damage that had been done to some races was permanent. Even extinction-level in some cases- some animals just straight up don't exist anymore because of it.

Back to Calatonia. Laws that are in place to protect animals from tearing eachother apart are still relatively new, and the criminal underbelly of Calatonia is kinda out of control. Animals get kidnapped/poached, smaller animals are at a huge disadvantage and have basically no power [politically or otherwise], endangered species are a very real thing, poverty is a huge issue for most of the population- and in the middle of all this is Buster Moon.

He's gonna be the main perspective. And the story will also serve as a slight character study on him, mixed with my own grittier and batshit insane changes/headcanons/alternate universe ideas on his backstory. He's a ray of sunshine with a lot of bottled-up feelings that will kinda really take control of the story.

Buster has been arrested multiple times. He's been put in unsuccessful therapy. He's still grieving his dad. He's committing crime and compulsively lying about those illegal actions too. He has emotional difficulties that he hasn't dared try touching on in years, and he has issues with letting go- which, is kinda how all of his new problems come to be.

The threat of his theater being repossessed if his show isn't a success gets a LOT more emphasis too.

But on top of that is the added threat of Buster getting sent out of the city if he can't get his business up and running. Remember how I mentioned endangered animals?? Well Koalas are one of them. One of the big ones, actually. He's the only Koala in a city of almost five hundred thousand, and it's been that way for almost half a decade now. It's been causing issues for the people in charge for half a decade now. Koalas have government-protected settlements far away from here due to their numbers being so few, so if Buster loses the theater? That's the next step for him.

But, to help this poor dude through all the stress of life is the found-family he develops with the cast he hired. He helps them for a lot of the first act, and then they give back his kindness in the second. They connect through their similar experiences, as well as their shared passion for music and performance. And by the end, maybe Buster's okay. Or maybe he's had a complete downward spiral [not gonna speak of act three 🥰]

Other characters have also had a shift in their dynamics. Things in the story have changed. Like for instance- Gunter already knew Buster and was a close friend of him and Eddie before the show, Judith is now the mayor and a main character, Pete has been put in place of the banker in charge of Buster's accounts, Buster unfortunately gets involved in politics, Mike actually gets to bond with the cast- actually the cast gets to bond with the cast point blank period [idc what you say, this just straight up doesn't happen in the canon movies], and to top it all of is a generous helping of angst with a few acts of violence sprinkled in 🤭

The actual Act I summary is this right now:

Buster had been in tight situations before-- suffocating situations, even. He’d been in every kind of trouble imaginable, he thought. With family, friends, local businesses, the law. But he'd always wormed his way out, either through loopholes or by charm. Or usually just by stacking another lie on top of his already crumbling facade. But this time it's gonna take more than a cover-up to fix this. ‏‏‎ Buster’s dishonesty takes him too far once again, a simple typo causing him to unintentionally land himself in a wager that could cost his very life. He has two months to fix this- to ACTUALLY fix this. And the worst part is that he hadn't even meant to lie this time. ‏‏‎ The First Act of Tone Deaf.

TLDR; Buster learns to love again after experiencing the horrors of animalkind firsthand and being healed by theater kids LMFAO

#thanks for the ask <3 #sorry for the late response #sing movie #Buster Moon #Tone Deaf #my asks #Tone Deaf is Sing cranked up to 100 point blank period #I have NOT been drinking enough water lmao #thank you for the compliments too :D #I'm actually really proud of how my art has evolved #my old Buster sketches 💀💀💀#I hope the last few months since you asked this have been awesome for you ;-;#I could not fit everything in a single post believe it or not- but I tried giving the key details #alternate universe #call it “Sing-but-pg13” I guess #edit- after reviewing the guide this thing would probably be rated-R

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