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balu8 · 8 months
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Karl Kerschl: Headmaster Hammer (Gotham Academy)
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Peter Cushing in Fear in the Night (1972)
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wolken-himmel · 1 year
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In which (Y/n) tells the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland.
What was meant as an April Fool's joke somehow turns Night Raven College into a battlefield.
Idea by anon.
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"Why did you go around and tell the dorm leaders out of all people that they're the most handsome person in the world? Why, (Y/n)?"
Deuce paced back and forth between the fire place and the couch of Ramshackle's living room, his hands crossed behind back. The frown on his face deepened even more when he found you lazily lounging on a nearby recliner.
"I thought it would be funny to see everyone's reaction!" you said and laughed to yourself. "And actually, seeing Riddle turn as red as his hair was hilarious. Also, you should have heard Idia's screaming through the tablet."
Ace's lips quirked upwards into a grin. "Okay, that does sound funny."
"Quit the yapping," Grim yelled from the other side of the living room. He had a few wooden boards in his arms and a hammer balanced on top. "I need help barricading the windows."
"Right." A hum of exasperation escaped Deuce's lips while he pointed into the direction where all the commotion was coming from. The noise must have originated from the main building, and the fact that it was still audible in the Ramshackle mansion was incredibly concerning. "I don't think you realise how dire the situation is out there."
"Did someone call me?" a newcomer suddenly asked.
All four of you whirled around to find Crowley standing by the entrance to the living room. He had his arms crossed in front of his chest. Without allowing you any time to react to his sudden appearance, he rushed over to your side with wide steps. His heavy shadow loomed over you.
"Oh, it's just you, Headmaster," you began and sat up. "How are you—"
He interrupted you with a dramatic sigh. "You truly offend me, my darling child." Without further explanation, he put his hand to his forehead and sank into the couch, right next to you.
"What?" You sat up straight. "What have I done now?"
"You go around telling the dorm leaders that they're the most handsome person in the world! But you forgot about me?" A playfully offended frown decorated his face. When the resident ghosts dared to peek around the corner in curiosity, he addressed them immediately, "Did the prefect also compliment you three?"
"Of course!" the ghost in the middle exclaimed dreamily. His eyes practically took the shape of hearts when he put his hands to his chest. "My heart began beating so quickly, I thought I had come back from the dead. The prefect truly has a way with charming people, dead or alive."
His reply had the headmaster sink into the cushions of his seat even further. "Oh, how you wound me..."
Deuce furrowed his eyebrows in innocent confusion. "Is that why you came here, Headmaster?"
At his words, Crowley lazily rose to his feet again and straightened his cloak. "Partly, yes." He cleared his throat, although he sent you one last glare before moving on, "I also came because the entire campus is a warzone. The dorms have decided to band together and fight against each other to defend their leader's honour. Everyone thinks the others are lying."
"See?" Grim pointed to the windows he had already barricaded. "And you think I'm the one overreacting?"
The volume of his voice had you rolling your eyes. "Calm down, everyone." Then, you finally summoned the willpower to rise to your feet. "Can't I just talk to them?"
"You must, since you are the perpetrator."
A rush of annoyance came over you. The constant noise from the main building caused a headache to form. You rubbed the bridge of your nose. "It was just an April Fool's joke... I didn't think anyone would take it this seriously," you muttered in resignation. "These boys... Fine, I'll go out and clear things up."
Grim stopped you before you could leave the living room. His large blue eyes shone meaningfully. "Henchhuman, just in case you don't return, I wanted to tell you that..." he trailed off and took your hand into his paws. "I'll be taking your favourite scarf! You won't need it anymore, right?"
At once, you ripped your hands out of his grasp. "You're an idiot, Grim," you grumbled and simply walked around him to exit the building.
Deuce came rushing after you. "We'll accompany you, (Y/n). That's what friends are there for."
"Really? Do we have to?" Ace asked with raised eyebrows. He seemed reluctant, still remaining by the fire place where he had last stopped pacing. But even he wasn't immune to Deuce's pressing gaze, and with the headmaster joining in, he was done for. Begrudingly throwing his hands into the air, he joined your side. "Fine..."
"I'll stay here," Grim yelled after the three of you, "to make sure they don't break in and steal my tuna."
"They're in the Hall of Mirrors. Please stop them before they destroy my prized mirrors!"
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"I knew you were a schemer, Azul. But I didn't take you for a liar."
"You call me a liar, Riddle? Me and my business are very much trustworthy. The same couldn't be said about you, though."
You arrived in the Hall of Mirrors not a second too late. The place was packed to the brim with students from every dorm. Just blinking once had been enough to lose track of Ace and Deuce. And by now, you had given up on finding them in this huge mass of people. You would have never thought that you would one day see so many people fit into this hall. But here you were, struggling to make your presence known with the loud and large crowd.
You could already see most of the dorm leaders facing off against each other in the very middle, where the students had formed a pit. But none of them seemed to hear your voice over all the murmuring.
"Come on, let's get this over with quickly," Leona said and rolled his eyes. "As soon as we have established that you're all in the wrong, I can go back to doing something more productive, such as napping."
"Guys, why can't we all be the most handsome person in the world together? I'd be open to sharing the title," Kalim said in worry when he noticed how everyone's voice dripped with malice.
"As a matter of fact, 'most handsome' is the superlative form and implies that the title is exclusively reserved for one person only." Everyone's eyes solely lay on Malleus as he spoke, his deep and calm voice bouncing off the walls to reach your ears. The air turned cold out of a sudden, and nobody dared to whisper even a single word — not even you.
But Rook dared to cut through the tangible air with his cheery voice. "Oh, a fight for beauty! This battle will be legendary!" he exclaimed in excitement, as if he had been born for this very moment. "I will gladly defend your honour, Vil."
His dorm leader didn't seem to reciprocate his enthusiasm, however. "Quit it, Rook. We all know that the prefect's compliment for all of us was in mere vain — a joke to gauge our reaction," Vil said and flicked his wrist elegantly. "Tell everyone to return to whatever they were doing previously, I have more important matters to attend to."
"Ortho, can you get me more popcorn—" a voice came from the floating tablet in the first row. An embrassed shriek escaped its speakers once everyone turned their attention to it. "Oh, I forgot to mute... Sorry, everyone." And on cue, the speakers went silent.
An awkward cough went through the crowd, but the dorm leaders quickly returned to facing off against each other.
"So, shall we begin?"
"I suppose."
Just as one was about to make the first move, you managed to stumble into the middle of the pit. "No, stop it!" you yelled at the top of your lungs.
A round of gasps went through the crowd, and everyone's eyes widened in surprise at your sudden arrival. Vil was the only exception. "Ah, the prefect has arrived," the dorm leader drawled. Knowing chuckles escaped his perfectly painted lips. "Now, would you mind enlightening the others about your little joke?"
"Right, tell the others who you really think is the most handsome."
"Yes, I want to see the grins wiped off their faces."
You hated yourself after having gazed upon their expectant faces. Most of them wore a pair of puppy eyes that gleamed brightly with eagerness. Unable to face them, you lowered your gaze in shame. "Actually, I told every one of you that you were the most handsome person in Twisted Wonderland." Nervous chuckles escaped your lips when the entire hall went deadly silent. You raised your hands into the air defensively. "Please, it was just a joke. Today is April Fool's, guys."
Riddle clicked his tongue. "A punishment for unfunny jokes is in order."
"You hurt our feelings, (Y/n)!" Kalim cried out and put his hands on his hips. When Jamil handed him a handkerchief, the dorm leader blew his nose loudly.
An unreadable smile appeared on Azul's face. "Perhaps it is time we banded together," he suggested, as if negotiating for a contract.
Your smile turned more nervous by the second, especially when they began to circle you. "Guys? It was kinda funny, don't you think?" you said, suddenly unable to hold in your laughter anymore. "Your reactions were priceless."
"Get the prefect!" everyone yelled at once.
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hufflepuffwitchhh · 11 months
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made your mark on me {sebastian sallow x f!reader}
hihi this is the buff seb post-Azkaban fic i promised anon and also possibly @ask-deek lmao
summary: sebastian was taken to prison ten years ago. now he's back, and he's ripped, goddamn
yes all of my titles are going to be taylor swift lyrics i did it as a joke but i don't think it's a joke anymore (also speak now tv, what!!!)
you can tell i got bored after writing the smut bc i did not try to end this properly lmao also i never edit my fics so apologies for the mess, reader is mc but you can ignore it 💀
tws: smut, rough sex (kinda?) p in v sex, handjobs, size kink size kink size kink, muscle kink, creampie, teeny tiny bit of spanking, i think i kinda accidently did a dumbification moment in there too but who knows (i think thick seb is my new kink thanks anon)
The last time you had seen Sebastian Sallow, it was through a haze of tears as he'd been ripped away from you, quite literally.
The chains on his wrists had pressed into the back of your head as he'd pulled you close, pressing desperate kisses to your mouth. Making promises to you that you would see him again, that he'd return to you.
It was heartbreaking, in many ways. After all your efforts to save him from Azkaban, begging Anne and Ominis to let him to continue to live with the guilt, so that you could continue to live with him.
All that work, to be undone by Solomon Sallow's former partner, who just couldn't leave well enough alone.
Sebastian got a life sentence. Your testimony, speaking about how Solomon Sallow had arrived at the catacomb and immediately started casting dangerous spells against two fifteen year olds, got him the possibility of parole.
You and Ominis doubted he would ever be given it, but it was something.
-
After Sebastian was taken from you, you wrote him a letter every day and sent it to the Department of Corrections at the Ministry. They were all returned to you, with the same scripted response. 
'We thank you for your correspondence, but regret to inform you that those serving life tariffs in Azkaban do not get postal privileges. Please find attached the letter you requested to be delivered to Mr. Sebastian Sallow.'
Well, you weren't going to tolerate that.
After everything you'd done for the school, the Ministry, the entire fucking Wizarding World, they were not going to refuse you a few measly letters.
After raising a significant fuss, which included one incident of you outside Headmaster Black's office, absolutely hammered on Firewhiskey, screaming about how you deserved to be able to write to him (and also as Poppy told you later, lots of rambling about human rights and the ethics of withholding contact from prisoners), the Ministry relented. Slightly.
You could write Sebastian a letter once a week. He would receive it and be able to keep it, guaranteed. But that was it. He was not, and would not, be permitted to write back.
And so, you set about writing.
You tried to make your first few letters as wholesome and happy as possible. Talking about the good things going on, and reassuring that while you all missed him, you were all okay.
That only lasted about two months.
You came to hate the idea that he would receive these half-truth letters, meant to inform him of what was happening in your life, and think that you were all doing fine and dandy without him.
You do feel bad about how drastic the tonal shift of the next letter must have been for him.
You poured your heart out onto the page, hemorraghing your feelings in the form of scratchy inky words. You told him how you missed him, how Ominis rarely smiled anymore, how the Undercroft had been empty since he left, how Anne had retreated and none of you could get hold of her. It might have been a hard read, but it was the truth, and that was what Sebastian had always wanted above all.
You kept writing all through your last years of Hogwarts, through the start of moving into your first home, starting your new job, getting a cat.
The Ministry refused to give any information on a prisoner's status unless they were family. That was all well and good once Anne eventually returned.
When she died, it meant you had no way of checking on Sebastian anymore.
You kept writing all the same. You tried not to think about the fact that he could have died in that awful place, and you would never know. You tried not to think about the fact that you may be writing to a corpse.
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When you're twenty six, Ominis stops by for a cup of tea. This isn't unusual. The two of you have a standing weekly tea break, where you discuss your lives and Ominis gives you all the shameless gossip from his colleagues in the Department of Magical Texts.
What is unusual, is that Natty crashes your afternoon tea.
Natty, as expected from your brave Gryffindor friend, went on to live a life of risk and adventure post-Hogwarts, becoming an Auror.
You're both surprised to see her, but pleased as well, though the news she brings makes your head spin.
Sebastian is set for a parole hearing.
The news overwhelms you, and you half listen while Natty talks. Not only was Sebastian still alive, but there was a chance.
Ominis wonders why, and Natty explains what she heard. Based on Sebastian's young age at the time, the fact that Solomon came out swinging, and the good behaviour Sebastian had shown during his incarceration, they were willing to consider early release.
When you get home that night, you make a final edit to this week's letter. You add your address at the bottom, and let him know you always keep a key under the light to the left of the door.
-
You hear nothing for weeks. That's not new though.
-
You return home from work, absolutely exhausted.
Flicking the hallway light on as you enter your home, you're surprised to see that the door to your kitchen is wide open. That's not usual. Your cat is relentless in trying to eat anything she can, and so the kitchen door is always, always closed.
Taking your wand from your pocket, you approach slowly, heart pounding in your chest. As you enter the kitchen, said heart stops.
There's a man sat at your dining table, and your traitorous cat is asleep in his lap.
"Whatever you've fed her to have her like you so, I will be sending you to the market to replace."
You tease.
The man looks up, and for the first time in over a decade, you are staring into Sebastian Sallow's eyes.
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The concern you had for his health has disappeared. Somehow, time in Azkaban looks good on him. It was actually sort of impressive.
He had always been taller than you, but when he shifts your displeased cat and stands before you, you realise he now towers over you.
And you have no clue what they're feeding them in Azkaban, but he has put on muscle. A lot of muscle. You think that if a muggle saw him, they would probably think he played rugby.
He also, most importantly, has still not spoken.
Sebastian stands as if he is a statue, some carved marble piece representing the Adonis he looks like now. His eyes are locked on yours.
He finally speaks.
"I promised I'd come back to you."
He paused a second, doubt in his eyes.
"Is this okay?"
He opens his mouth to continue speaking, and you're in his arms before he can, and you're sobbing.
"I thought you were dead for so long, and I've missed you so much."
You're on your tiptoes so you can grip his face and press kisses to his face, and he has a hand in your hair, one on your back, and he's laughing giddily, and you don't think you've felt this happy since before he was taken from you.
He wraps his arms under your backside and lifts you so he can hold you against him properly, and all you can think is that it is very attractive to feel his well-built body against yours.
You wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist, using him as leverage to lean back and look in his eyes.
Sebastian smiles at you, and you are entranced by the way his freckles move with the action.
"Is it too forward to ask you if I can take you to bed?"
It is not.
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Sebastian has you pressed against the bed five minutes later, and he is kissing you like he does not need oxygen, he merely needs you.
You unbutton his shirt slowly, running your hands over his broad shoulders as you push his shirt off of his torso. He pulls away from you, gasping for air as he pulls your blouse over your head.
You kiss against his jaw as he nips at your neck, leaving marks as he trails a path down to your shoulder.
You don't mind. Everyone's always been able to see you were his anyway. It's just further proof of the fact.
He takes your nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around it, as you arch, and whine, and desperately pull at his belt.
Sebastian's hands find your hips, pulling your skirt and underwear down as he trails his fingers down your thighs.
You finally undo his damned belt and get him as equally naked as you. The sight stops you in your tracks.
Sebastian is tall, and built, and proportionate. His cock is lengthy and thick, and intimidating.
You've been bedded before, but they have never been as... impressive as Sebastian clearly is.
He puts a finger beneath your chin, lifting your head to look in your eyes.
"What's wrong?"
You flush.
"I don't think...  I will be able to take that."  You speak quietly.
Sebastian rolls his lips together, clearly amused and pleased at what he is taking as a compliment, and you slap his arm playfully.
"This is not funny!"
He kisses you, trying to soothe your concerns.
"We don't have to do this if you don't want to, but if you do, I can make sure you're properly prepared for me. Trust me."
You trust him.
You nod.
Sebastian's big hand leaves your chin, running down your body to move between your thighs. He slids a thick finger against your slit, gathering the wetness there.
"Shall we give you my fingers, before we try you on my cock?"
You nod dazedly.
His thumb finds your clit, and his fingertip enters you. You move your hips in a desperate attempt to force his finger in further, and he slaps the outside of your thigh. Not hard enough to hurt properly, but enough to sting for a second after.
"Behave. You will take what I give you. And if you want me to give you more, you know what you need to do."
You do know.
"Please, Sebastian, please, I need you, I need your fingers, please."
He groans at your words, speeding up the movement of his thumb against your clit as the rest of his finger slides in.
A moment later, he pushes in another, and you whine at the stretch. Another moment, another finger. You have never felt anything like this. He makes a scissoring motion with his fingers as he presses down with his thumb, and you are gone, crying his name as you go.
When you come back to your senses, his fingers are still inside you, but his other hand is running over your hair comfortingly.
"We can stop. But if you don't want to stop, do you think you're ready to take me?"
You nod, and he smiles at you. It's funny, considering he's a convicted murderer, but you've never felt so safe. You're aware that's probably a thought you should keep to yourself though.
He stands from the bed, and you groan at the loss of his body. He laughs at your neediness, before gripping your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed so your legs hang off.
Grabbing your ankles, he pushes your legs up over his shoulders as he leans forward, bending you almost in half. His cock rubs against your slit and you moan.
"Are you ready for me?"
You nod again, you don't think you've been more ready for anything.
He pumps himself, using your wetness still on his hand and his own pre-cum to make sure he's properly lubricated, before he pushes inside you deliciously slowly.
You gasp at the stretch of his length, and though you trust him, part of you still thinks you may not be able to take him fully. He bottoms out inside you a second later, hips presses against yours, to prove you wrong.
Now that the initial obstacle of you taking him is dealt with, he is ruthless. His hands find the dip of your waist, and he uses his hold on you to pull you back and forth on his cock relentlessly.
You'd probably feel a touch used if you weren't loving the way it felt as well.
One of your hands buries itself in his hair, and you grip hard to pull his face to yours, biting at his lip while your other hand leaves scratches down his back.
You watch the muscles in his arms move as he moves you, the veins in his forearms becoming prominent from the tightness of his grip. You'll definitely have bruises tomorrow in the shape of his hands. You can't wait to see them.
One of his hands leave your waist to return to your clit, and the other pulls you fully flush against the base of his cock, before sliding around under your back to lift your hips slightly. He begins thrusting into you wildly, and you can tell he's close, but with the new angle, all you can think about is the spot inside he's slamming into again and again, and before you know it, your cunt is gripping him like a vice as you climax, practically screaming.
The feeling makes him groan, and he somehow speeds up even more, before you feel him release inside you as he lets out a 'fuuuuuuck'.
You stay connected for a moment, before he pulls out of you and falls back onto your bed, tugging you with him to rest on his toned, freckled chest, pressing languid kisses to your mouth.
You definitely have things to talk about. They can wait 'til the morning.
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Hello, hi, heya! I noticed something and wanted to share it. So the Pop Music Club only has three members and was in danger of disbanding according to Lilia's ceremonial robes story. Malleus and Jade are the only members of their clubs though so how are they not disbanded yet? Vil was also the only one before Ortho but I think he's in a different category since he clearly has mobs in his club. Your thoughts?
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Oh, that’s a good point 🤔 Cater says in Lilia’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes: “We've only got three members and we never do anything. If we don't get more people this year, we're getting disbanded!” He also states that “[…] the headmage has his eye on [the Pop Music Club]” because of their low membership, which implies Crowley is the one that handles club disbandment at NRC.
Unlike Vil’s Film Research Club, there are no mob students with membership to the Gargoyle Appreciation Society or the Mountain Lovers Club. Malleus and Jade are stated to be the sole members of their respective extracurricular organizations… so why doesn’t Crowley bring down the hammer of disbandment on them?
… My guess is that Crowley’s too afraid to piss off Malleus and/or Jade 😂 Malleus is the more obvious threat of the two, being someone of royal status as well as a powerful mage. Being told his club is going bye-bye could upset him and result in… uh, Kentucky Fried Crowley, let’s say.
Jade, while the less obvious threat, is capable of coercion through other means. Remember how Octavinelle collects dirt on people (Jade’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes + book 4) to use it against them? Remember how they put Crowley in a tight bind in book 3 by seizing control of a quarter of NRC’s student population so he would cave to their demands? It’s very possible that Jade could retaliate or figure out something similar to make Crowley’s job more difficult than it has to be. I can see why the headmaster wouldn’t want to get in those two’s time with their hyperfixations.
Back to the Pop Music Club for a second! It’s true that they have an influential figure of their own in the ranks: Kalim! Wouldn’t Crowley be afraid of upsetting him? Possibly! The thing about Kalim though is that he’s not spiteful or retaliatory. He’d be sad if his club disbanded, but I don’t see him trying to get back at the headmaster for it. Kalim would be sad for a while and then eventually look for another club to join or try to do something to cheer himself up. After all, Kalim seems to have joined the Pop Music Club moreso to socialize than to play instruments. Maybe he can talk to his friends or arrange another social activity to fill in the space of time after classes.
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novankenn · 3 months
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Familial Interference...
Glynda Goodwitch was racing through the Emerald Forest, with one unconscious Jaune Arc slung over her shoulder.
Pyrrha: (Yelling) Get back here with our man you cradle robbing cougar!!!
Glynda: (Yelling) He's my nephew you psychos!
Ruby : (Yelling) That just makes your attraction to him that much more worse!
Glynda: (Yelling) I am not attracted to Jaune! He's my nephew and DESPITE what his mother thinks... I am NOT letting any of you touch him!
Penny: (Yelling) But we are mother approved and insemination ready!
Glynda: (Yelling) You all need to be medicated!
Nora: (Yelling) Here's NORA!
Glynda tosses Jaune into the air, does a handstand flip off of Nora's magnhlid, catches Jaune, and continues racing deeper into the forest, as Nora's hammer shatters a tree upon impact.
Nora: Whoa... that was so cool!
Glynda kept pushing herself, she knew the only chance Jaune's chastity had was if she could get through the mountains, to the coast.
Glynda: Damn you Jasmine! Damn you demented baby crazy woman!
Pyrrha: (Yelling) Hag! Give us...
Glynda: (Yelling) I am NOT... HEY, get back here with my nephew!!
Ruby took off in a explosion of rose petals.
Back at Beacon... in the Headmaster's Office...
Jasmine Arc: (watching it all through a crystal ball on Ozpin's desk) That's it girls! That's it! Give me strawberry blond cuties to spoil! Give them all to me! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Port, Oobleck and Ozpin all sat in the furthest away corner visibly cowering in fear.
Jasmine Arc: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
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mewpangxin · 8 months
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Hopelessness.
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( tw: Inappropriate uses for magic. )
A/N: The title can be both to Riddle and you.
Contents: Yandere-ish?, implied obsession, delusional opinions, no one was harmed in this except for the mirror lol.
## Wrath? ##
It should have been obvious with how fond Riddle was with you, he has been hospitable, his laughters, gentleness— it was for you, don't you know?
So can you see when the headmaster told everyone that he managed to find a way for you to go home.
They were incredibly happy for you.
Almost.
Except for someone, he wasn't joyful about it.
Because a certain scarlet haired dorm leader scowled with lips pursed as he looked back at you.
Why would you wish to return?!
It infuriates him as much as he feels so pained.
“I'm glad you can go back.” He lied through his teeth, this outcome... was detestable! He won't let you be.
Riddle was sick of himself.
You beamed as you hugged him then wandered off to say goodbye to your friends and peers in the college.
That linking transportation to your world.. if he severs it himself, you wouldn't have a say! So isn't it okay for once for him to have this? To have you?
Thoughts about losing you has him on chokehold.
“I'll be going during midnight because the preparations have to take some time.”
This caught him off guard as he listened to you.
“ ...Is that so... ? ”
He said with an idea reverberated in his head, his mind spinning in circles to connect a maneuver.
“You're my closest partner so.. I'll miss you.”
You responded back as he acknowledged.
Miss him?
Please I say since that was not stopping him.
“You're.. you're leaving so soon?”
The pleasantries he made was to cover up to his bodeful demeanor he intended to do with you.
Maybe.. maybe.. it's fine to have you hate him.
Anything.. but you slipping away from him!
•━━━━༻❝ ♥️ ❞༺ ━━━━•
Hours prior before you came to the room, he was with a staff in his hands and he gripped it in his.
“I should hurry up before they show up here.”
Riddle has been careful, no one else noticed he was at said place, the housewarden for Heartslabyul.
His heart hammered inside his chest.
Crack.
Smashing the mirror to bits and parts as the reflection in the shards that flew by was bleak.
His face has a crazed smile creeping on his lips.
Riddle crouched down on one knee to examine, his maddening gaze sweeping thoroughly at his work.
“It's not.. they can recover it, I need to have it in complete ruins, ashes.. however I could with this.”
O how disturbed you'd be of him.
Riddle was done with being a nice person for you.
•━━━━༻❝ ♥️ ❞༺ ━━━━•
The wail puts a malicious gleam on his expression as you were so, so distraught with his masterpiece.
He supposed he went too overboard with this.
Burning that object to cinders was much, wasn't it?
Your tears stained face has him pitied you as he slowly goes to you, as if he wasn't malevolent.
“Prefect? What could be the dilemma for you?”
Riddle asked with a sincere apology as he gazed.
"The.. m-mirror....! It's.. it's...”
Destroyed? Out of commission? Useless for you?
“Shh, don't cry.”
Riddle hushed you with his gloved finger.
By all means, it fills him with elation that you allowed him to hold you. You didn't realize he did this to you.
Was this suitable for a housewarden like him?
No, it wasn't!
“H-Housewarden Rosehearts..”
“How many times must I say this? You can call me Riddle.” You were too dazed to understand him.
He took a moment to fix your hood, he may favor you, however you weren't excused from this.
Dress code was a part of basic decency.
“You are to be in Heartslabyul.”
And do you have the guts to say to him otherwise?
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nandorscloak · 2 years
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Nothing changed; everything changed.
Colin Robinson is back, but he left a child sized hole that deflated Laszlo and Guillermo’s entire world.
Laszlo. “Sounds like life goals achieved.” Now what? What do you have, Laszlo Cravensworth, that can fill the whole in your heart? Your little boy is gone, as well as all his memories, leaving you with nothing but a race car bed and the tinkling keys of a piano.
Guillermo packing away the toys like someone finally putting away their dreams, and still going to Nandor one last time. Not even to ask to be made into a vampire, just seeking some reason to stick around. Leaving behind his family, and putting a payment down on the life he always wanted (the one he always hoped love and devotion would grant him).
Nandor. My dumbest bitch. I truly do think at the end of season 3 he was on the verge of an emotional breakthrough, and I think season 4 began with him trying to muddle through somehow. He wanted love and affection. He tried every wish he could to get it. But he gradually wore himself down because that’s not the kind of thing you can build on your own, even with a Djinn’s help, and now he’s back where he’s started. Depressed. Closed off. Not the creepy-paper man we’ve grown to love.
Nadja, my dear ladywife with a loud voice, tired of being ignored in Europe and learning to scream while she was away. Nadja trying to bully her way into success and shuffling backwards every two steps, only to come back to her house of stupid, depressed morons. She was the most unaffected this season, but there’s definitely strife building between her and the Guide. And just like her dumb morons, she herself can be a dumb moron who’s unwilling to change. The Guide could have helped the whole time. Nadja had all the tools and help to make her nightclub successful- she had literal talent at her fingertips- but they weren’t as important as her version of the plan. The same way Guillermo’s idea about brainwashing the headmaster wasn’t as important as sticking to Nadia’s plan.
Unchangeable. Relentless as time itself. Literally rotting at the foundation. Hoping for change is something futile to the vampires. That’s what this season has hammered in over and over.
But Guillermo’s not a vampire. Guillermo’s a fundamental part of their rotting foundation- and he’s on the move to shake things up.
‘It only gets darker from here.’ But I think there was a reason for this season being so dark. They had two more seasons guaranteed. I think this season needed to happen to help destroy the previous stagnancy of the show. I think it was time to lay a new foundation.
But the one consistent element of the show is that Guillermo will always protect the vampires. He loves them. They are his family. And whatever happens next, whether he’s turned or it all goes wrong, I think that will still be true. He’s their body guard, their heart guard. Their familiar. He’s what’s familiar.
I lost the point of this. Anyways, can we get an episode next season of the household + Sean doing an Ocean’s 12 style heist to get the witches hat back from Simon the Devious? I think we’ve earned it.
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Bsd except the Headmaster doesn't come to the Agency to see Atsushi. But because he has a case.
It's assigned to Junichiro and Atsushi as it doesn't seem too complicated. Both of them are goofing off and excited to take a case together.
Junichiro introduces them to the Headmaster and Atsushi somehow manages to hide the terror that overtakes him.
Junichiro just thinks he's nervous and tries to reassure him they'll be okay.
Everyone thinks Atsushi's just nervous and give him advice and reassure him that their here for him.
But they start to catch on, this isn't just nerves.
They've seen Atsushi when he's nervous, this isn't that. Atsushi is polite to the Headmaster but when he thinks no ones looking, there's terror in his eyes.
And isn't that something. Atsushi's gone through so much during his time at the Agency. Only a handful of times has Atsushi been afraid, usually when his life's in danger.
And this random client illicts such fear from him.
No one at the Agency knows about Atsushi's past. They know that he grew up in an Orphanage and not treated kindly.
Nothing else.
The Headmaster is civil, polite but when he's with Atsushi there's an undertone of malice. You only notice it when you look for it.
They've all dealt with asshole clients but this, this is different. It reminds Dazai and Yosano of Mori.
They call a meeting and discuss their concerns. Their kindness drives Atsushi to tears, he's been so afraid to say anything and the words start pouring out.
Atsushi asks them if they know why he doesn't but himself anything other than food. None of them know. He tells them when he was 11 he found sweets while cleaning.
Some kids told the Headmaster Atsushi stole them. "I wasn't allowed to own things, those were reserved for people and I wasn't human.... So he punished me."
Atsushi, in a sad but rather detached way tells his friends about the hammer, how he couldn't do it so the Headmaster did it.
"He made me sit there, for hours... And than I had to take it out."
Everyone is horrified, Kyouka is holding him in her arms along with Kenji and Junichiro.
Dazai is seething inside, Kunikida is seething on the outside. Yosano is gripping her cleaver and Ranpo is serious and mad.
"Atsushi, who is this client?" Asks Fukuzawa, softly as fatherly rage swelling up in his heart. But he won't lose his temper here. He knows, he's put the pieces together but they need to hear it from Atsushi.
"The client is the Headmaster."
Suffice to say Atsushi is dropped from the case, as is Junichiro. Ranpo figures it out in immediately and the bastard is kicked out by Dazai.
Who may or may not have threatened the Headmaster. Along with everyone else with various bodily torture of he dares to ever show his face here again.
"Who would've known, he turned out to be so kind." Said the Headmaster. Dazai smiles at him but his is not kind.
"Atsushi is kind. He always has been, not because of you but despite of you. You just had to make him the monster so you could justify your actions and the abuse you faced. Your pathetic."
Kunikida pulls Atsushi into a hug, tells him no shadows from his past l will ever hurt him again, not on their watch.
And Atsushi breaks down being held by the people he loves.
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Why do you think RWBY v1-3 worked compared to the rest of it?
Hm.
Honestly a lot of the first three volumes doesn't - the pacing can be awful (and grinds to a halt within arcs dealing with Jaune), the writing decisions leave a lot of to be desired(and are beyond offensive at times).
To say what the first three volumes do well is to talk about what the volumes after dont.
The issue with V4 and onward is simple one:
Too many new redundant characters
I have been hammering on this point again and again - in a weird attempt to expand the world, the showrunners ended up filling it with things that overlap win purpose or outright have no purpose.
Generally if you want to have something happen and want to choose between existing character and new character as initiator, nine times out of ten it's better to go with an existing character.
For example, why did we need Salem's evil council of evil? Why did we need a whole team of villains on Salem's side that essentially fulfill same role and purpose as Cinder's group already did? They don't exactly do anything for the lore or the setting and most of their purpose is one-note - Hazel for example exists just to rage about Ozpin in a poorly executed attempt at making his intentions and role more ambiguous - but there are already plenty of characters who can fill that purpose, so why was Hazel, as a character made? Raven exists, Ironwood exists and is clearly having a crisis, even Haven's headmaster exists (let's say he does) - plenty of ways other characters can fulfill the same purpose as Hazel without Hazel existing. Same extends to the rest of Salem's group - Watts exists solely to "explain" the computer virus (why did we need it explained?) and to have a reason to go against Atlas (but Cinder already has a reason thanks to her backstory in-show???) and Tyrian is the same way.
Too many redundant story beats
The writing attempted to make the setting more complex, but in the end a lot of what's added has no real reason to be there - why do we need Relics when Maidens are already there? Even if we were to go with the same idea of Gods causing doomsday(as dumb as it is) the writing could just as easily have the exact same plotline with collecting Maiden powers, for example. So why have vaults and then relics on top of that?
The Gods are the same way too. Why have Gods at all when you can already comfortably just go with the idea of Salem getting Maidens powers to her side being just as catastrophic? Salem's backstory doesn't even need them - in fact if one were to remove the Gods and keep the backstory the same, the end result would be exact same story. But the show doesn't do that - instead, come V9, it adds ANOTHER layer of gods and magic trees and gives the god brothers a backstory that ALSO wasn't needed and doesn't do ANYTHING in terms of furthering the narrative.
Generally if there's a plot thread you'd want to do the first question to ask would be "Does this change ANYTHING for any of the characters?" - plot is an excuse to get characters through the story beats after all. In the case of God Brothers, the plot thread invents a new problem and then solves it - nothing changes.
Lost Focus
The show is titled RWBY for a reason.
Ruby, Weiss, Blake, Yang - that's the core of the show.
The show started with the color trailers focusing on them and their journeys. The Volume 3 ended with them each having their own issues to deal with and plot threads tying to those issues.
What do the Volumes that follow do with that set-up? Nothing.
Volume 4 is absolutely pointless in grand scheme of things.
Volume 5 is absolutely pointless in grand scheme of things.
Volume 6 is absolutely pointless in grand scheme of things.
In fact, I wrote about the story structure issues with V4 years ago
The narrative structure, at the basic level, is a game of Connect-the-Dots - you have specific story beats you want to reach that work in accordance with overall story and character outline - it's up for The Plot(tm) to lead the characters from one beat to the other.
The way RWBY works past V3 is by inventing a new problem that didn't and then resolving it, essentially staying in place. I sort of outlined it in the V4 structure chart in my write up in how nothing in that Volume serves any real purpose nor furthers the characters.
What does the mess at Haven Academy contribute to the story story that Beacon already haven't? Does what happen there affect the story going forward? No.
What does team RWBY and the whole absolutely dumb and boring mess with the mech and leviathan do for the story? Are there any lasting consequences from that happening? Nope.
What does the run-in with the Apathy do for the characterization? Are there any lingering psychological effects? Do we learn something new about how Grimm function or how the Eyes work? Are there any lingering implications or any story holes that the encounter slots in into? Absolutely nothing.
That's three big examples in those Volumes where the writing invents a new issue, resolves it and doesn't further characters or narrative by doing so.
In Connect-the-Dots, you don't stop hopping from dot to dot midway-through, you don't hop back and forth between existing dots. Story beats and character beats are beats for a reason - they move things forward, they affect things, they alter things. If you have something that leads the narrative back at the place it was before in then you might as well delete the entire thing.
Now this is not the same as characters being stuck in loops or the idea of repetition as storytelling device - repetition that the narrative is aware of WOULD be a story beat in on itself and this is not that.
In fact even going into Atlas arc - the endgame has almost nothing to do with the build up to it and would happen anyway even if most of the volumes leading to it were removed.
Anticlimactic Payoff
If the narrative is build up to something, the pay off should generally equal to the amount of time and focus spend on the build up (unless it's used as a contrast).
Yet in RWBY a lot of mysteries end up being more of matter-of-fact answers than revelations.
What happened to the moon? Oh something crashed into it.
Why are Ozpin and Salem the way they are? Gods did it.
Why is Raven angry at Ozpin? He...turned her into a bird?
What has been Raven up to? Nothing.
Is Ozpin shady or not? Eh, not really - he's just sort of there.
What's up with the creatures of Grimm? Gods did it.
All of these were teased and built up going forward and the actual revelations never justified the build up or teasing that came before.
None of those revelations did anything to further the narrative or develop characters.
It was as if the writers were going through a checklist of what needs to be revealed.
So, What about the first three Volumes?
Now, flip everything I wrote about V4 and onward upside down.
That's the first three Volumes.
The only characters that exist are the ones that have an use within the narrative.
The plot threads are revealed when they become relevant - Mt.Glenn comes up when it matters, for example. If anything there's not enough reveals.
One can easily trace the plot threads through the story - how Ruby's introduction to Beacon affects her dynamics with Weiss, how Jaune's and Ruby's struggles with unexpected positions of leadership affect the team formation, how the friction within the teams furthers the plot to crash into villains goals. And what's more - each mini-arc ties to the four leads and their characterization. Things don't just happen - each storyline starts with the character and ends with characters growing or their relationships changing.
The Payoff is extremely good - V3 takes every single thing the show did through the three volumes and makes use of it. Everything matters - Mt. Glenn exposition, Roman, WF stuff, Jaune's insecurities, Pyrrha's characterization, Yang's characterization, Blake's conflict, Ruby's growth and position int he story, Weiss growth, etc - everything gets used and everything affects the characters involved.
For all the flaws, for all the absolutely insensitive story decisions and bad jokes - the first three volumes manage to handle those key points well and the end result is far more enjoyable.
The volumes after don't.
While good action sequences helped one of many reasons I hold V1 through V3 dear to my heart is because the show pulled off something that was quite rare back then when those Volumes aired - delivering actual consequences and not being afraid of upsetting the status quo within the story.
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crowley conspiracy connoiseur i wanna confirm smth, is it true that Crowley NEVER ever used his magic??
Like without the aid of a magical item (e.g the part where he drank a transformation potion on prologue to turn into a ghost to test Grim and Yuu, thats not exactly HIS magic) I dont think he ever did?? Like even just a simple teleportation spell he never casted anything--- but he has knowledge about magic thats for sure--
but back to the question— he never ever casted a single magic in lore right??? Cuz I think its bcs his magic heavily relies on the Dark Mirror, thats why when theres an overblot hes not doing anything like fight it himself despite being the headmaster-- instead he uses the magic of students-- because he cant do anything magical without that Dark Mirror??
Or maybe his magic is really just prophetic, which is completely useless in combat/power kajsja
am gonna die if he actually used magic but i just forgot 💀💀💀
Finally, someone who addresses me by my proper title!!! 💞🤪 /j
Just like Crowley, the answer to this very good question is annoyingly complicated 。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。 Because it’s YES and…No???
The thing is, in the Twisted Wonderland game, he never uses magic, so you are correct! The Dark Mirror, the Potion, the Ghost Camera, and that magic Hammer thing for the guest room: all of these are magic items that Crowley has used. Even in the Savanaclaw chapter where he teaches Ace, Deuce, and Grim about blot, he summons the three Ramshackle ghosts to battle them to create blot. He has never been in a battle in-game, which is very sus. It’s even lampshaded in the prologue, when Crowley says to catch the runaway Grim at the entrance ceremony, Leona says “why don’t you do it yourself?”
But here’s where it gets complicated: In both the manga and the novel, he DOES use magic- but on a very minor scale.
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And in the Heartslabyul manga AND the novel when Riddle overblots, he actually casts a barrier to protect the students from the debris. (Tee hee he was lowkey kinda cool for this)
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And finally, in the novel he seems to magically give Grim the magestone collar.
This inconsistency makes me weirdly grumpy lmao, because isn’t it strange how there are no rumors about the Headmage’s “strong magical power!” Or something? You’d think that the headmage of a prestigious academy would have those types of rumors surrounding him, but he doesn’t. However, I am consoled by the fact that nearly all the magic Crowley has used in outside-game stuff (minus the little fire) is all PASSIVE/DEFENSIVE magic.
Barriers, summoning items. Not the most aggressive type of magic, right? So I think you’re right that Crowley may not have strong attack-type magic, which makes sense if he’s inspired by Maleficent’s raven. Diablo supports Maleficent; he’s not the one shooting lightning at everybody! In Idia’s Night Raven Quest, Crowley is definitely the defense/support type 🤪 Perhaps he really can’t do anything with the Overblots because he can’t attack with magic well.
It’s also become a running gag that Crowley “appears” in front of people literally whenever. I don’t think it’s teleportation magic- but a transformation. He seem to turn into a raven/crow in the opening animation several times, so maybe he doesn’t even need teleportation magic? He can just turn into a tiny bird, very inconspicuous, and turn back into his human form to catch people off guard. And if he is Levan, who was the left-hand war general, he would have a significant amount of physical strength and fighting prowess. Hmmm…
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Now that you mention it though, I realize NRC actually has a lot of connection with things that DONT use magic 🤔 Pomefiore with poisons and curses, Ignihyde with machines, Savanaclaw and sports, Octanivelle and intellect, and Scarabia with astrology?!? Interesting how the stars can be used for predictions 👀 I wished it was mentioned in-game tho…Anyway, Diasomnia is this one weird case where the students there are literally just good at magic 😭 SUS?!?!?
Oops this got very long 。゚(゚´ω`゚)゚。 Didn’t mean to use your ask to create another theory 🤣 I hope this helps, because I literally cannot think of a single instance where he uses his own magic in-game??? Which is very sus and idk if the novel and manga count for this…thanks for the ask, it was super interesting! 👀
Edit: As of Crowley’s card that dropped months after this ask was written, Crowley displays much more magic than what was written here!
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Mmm, the Inquisition is making their demands. I daresay some would have issues with that. Tales and stories of Remnant has already spread by now. Orks like this world because of the Grimm but I imagine there's another Chapter of Marines that like the fight of the Grimm.
A chapter that's...angry.
A chapter that won't tolerate the Inquisition.
A chapter that's ALWAYS ANGRY!!! ALL THE TIME!!!
Behold! THE ANGRY MARINES!!!
A special thank you to @warmastercain55 for providing me the link to the wiki regarding this famous/infamous homebrew blend of Space Marines. More and more, I learn about the Warhammer community, and more and more I am amused and terrified of what lies within. That said, here is the sequel to my prior post regarding the Ordo Hereticus.
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Jaune shivered with tears in his eyes as he watched his friends being loaded into strange device. He openly sobbed as he watched Pyrrha being hauled in, unconscious and unceremoniously dumped inside like a sack of flour. He never considered himself lucky, not in the slightest when compared to the other students with years of training already under their belts. Sadly, that training proved ineffective against the totalitarian regime that was the "Empire of Mankind," and it was only by his own natural luck that he escaped their claiming of these "psykers" that were his friends with unlocked semblances.
Suddenly, there was a loud scream, louder than anything Remnant had heard before. Suddenly, the grounds of Beacon were bombarded and cratered in by huge metal eggs from the sky. Suddenly, there was shouts of untempered rage echoing across the grounds.
"What is the meaning of this?!" Roared the Inquisitor. "We did not call for assistance from the Astartes!"
"No, but I did." Headmaster Ozpin replied. "We will not permit invaders who think they can bully their way into Remnant."
"You..." The Inquistor shook with rage. "You here-" He choked on his words as the headmaster smashed his cane into the Inquistor's throat.
"You are the heretics here!" Ozpin roared, loud enough for everyone to hear.
"WHO'S A FUCKING HERETIC?!" A booming voice, accompanied by the terrified screams of students awaiting to be taken away. A gilded giant stomped his way into Ozpin's direction. "WHO'S THE FUCKING DEAD MOTHERFUCKER WHO THINKS THEY CAN GET AWAY WITH HERESY?!"
The woman in black armor stepped in between. "It is these insubordinates falsely accusing our inquisition of-"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND SPEAK PLAINLY, YOU GODDAMN WHITE HAIRED COCKSUCKING WHORE!"
"They're heretics." Ozpin pointed plainly at the Inquisitor, who was still grasping his throat.
"FUCKING HERETIC!" Pulling free his warhammer, the gold and red titan roared his battle cry. "ALWAYS ANGRY, ALL THE TIME!"
The Sister of Battle tried to silence his rage with gunfire, her anger influenced by the space marine. Her aggression was met with even greater aggression as his hammer swung with great ferocity, reducing her head to red mulch.
Leaving nothing to chance, Jaune ran through the crowd and into the machine that was about to leave. A shrieking woman reached for him, but Jaune pulled loose his sword and struck the woman. Lacking aura, her face was easily sliced open, and her blood spilled from her cheek. This only fueled her anger as she reached for her gun but found her weapon too heavy to life. Behind her, Jaune could make out the all-too-familiar red hair of Pyrrha, his partner.
However, before he could make another attempt at the woman, she was pulled from the aircraft by a golden gauntlet, inscribed with the words, "FUCK YOU". Jaune looked to his friends and called for them all to leave. As he left with Pyrrha, they shared the view of pure chaos roaring across the once peaceful grounds of Beacon Academy. Professor Goodwitch called for students to hurry inside, while Professor Ozpin was busy fending off the Inquisitor. The situation was hell, and there was no way for this to get any worse.
"OI!" Jaune heard a booming shout, then turned to the distance where there was a heap of metal that shook and shuddered as a large green creature called from the inside. "YOU LOT HAVIN' A SCRAP?!"
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I love your writing, you got me obsessed with DoL lol. Can I request Leighton/player, with him taking the detention punishment further and actually fuckin or something? ur the best
i fucking hate that guy i blackmailed him as soon as i learnt i could because he is such a fucking TEASE right??? i let him play with me for so long but he never FUCKED ME it was a waste of TIME.
MDNI ♡ Warnings: power imbalance, teacher/student
WC: 1130
At this rate, you have him assuming that you're optionally choosing to act out in favour of meeting him in detention, more so than any of the other plentiful attending masochistic students. It wouldn't surprise him, given how often you've visited him in the last week alone. So seeing you show up at his door on recommendation from some teacher he can't remember is more a welcome sight than anything. Aren't you tired of spankings yet? Ah, the thought of it being too sore for you to sit causes his cock to twitch.
Maybe you need something more... Fulfilling to teach you the lesson he's been trying to hammer into you. That is to say, something more satisfying to quench your apparent thirst.
It'd be disgusting if not for how enjoyable you are every time you saunter into his office all high and mighty, giving him that look, as if you aren't a royal pain in his backside. Sharing formal niceties like routine, a welcome hello followed by "You've been bad again, haven't you?"
The little lip bite you give him while nodding your head yes goes straight to his cock— always does. Good thing he's sitting behind his desk, right? Allowing himself to gently pet at his growing erection that started the moment you knocked on his door. He could tell it was you, could see your silhouette behind the frosted glass.
"What was it this time, hm?" He questions, though it's more rhetorical than genuine. He knows why you're there, but it's fun to keep up the theatrics of a caring school board member, no? You seem to enjoy it too, given the way you tremble in the chair sat afront his desk. You're so used to that seat by now, he's sure that the cushions are molded into the shape of you. Appearances matter, especially when it comes to your punishment. Slipping into the dominant persona is so easy with you, his lustful gaze falling on how your frame tilts to the side just ever so slightly; eager, are we?
Whatever you're looking for, he's happy to provide that and a little more. You must need something extra, right? That's why you seeking his detention again, correct?
Though when you fail to answer his query, instead fluttering your eyelashes up at him so prettily, fuck, the things he'd do to you if not for his position as headmaster— flickering your gaze down to where he pats his cock (though you've set to see it, you've been hidden under there enough times to pinpoint its exact location), he takes the opportunity to guess. Fun, right?
"Perhaps... Kissing Mason again, hm?" Jealousy taints his words, prompting him to tug harsher at his cock, a viewable jerking motion present in his arm for you to gawk it. He doesn't care, there's no use hiding it, not with the mutual understanding of your presence here tonight. "Or, were you caught without underwear again? Dirty girl, you know that's against the rules."
"But Sir! If I wear any then—"
A single finger pointed at his lips and you shut up. God it feels good to command you like this, dress pants tight with the throb of his cock as he stands, erection pointed directly at you as he repositions it so. He doesn't truly care for your reasons for being, walking towards you like predator to prey, hiking your school skirt up with one easy flip as soon as he's close enough to. Guilty as charged, no panties.
He gulps at the sight of your pretty pussy drooling all over his chair the second he sees it, beads of precum staining his expensive pants in response. Though it's a common enough occurrence, he's yet to grow used to the sight. Chest tight with want, cock hard with need. He tuts down at you, rolling his eyes in a mix of enjoyment and judgement. Filthy slut, seeking his attention like this? It's so dirty; which is why he can't say no to you. A pervert after his own heart, he bends down to your level as if speaking to a child.
"Bend over, will you?"
And the speed at which you adhere to his instructions has him falling in love. Just a little, not enough to overtake the overwhelming amount of lust pooling in his tummy when you present your cute little holes to him without so much as a complaint, but a little.
Not much more discussion is needed, he thinks. Unbuckling his pants for you to turn back and watch, a shocked expression on your pretty little face that he gasps at. Pretty. "What?" He questions apathetically, lifting an eyebrow your way as his fat cock flops out of his too tight restraints. "Figured you were after something more, right?" Bet you were imagining another spanking, calloused fingers stroking up and down your wet slit to make you mewl.
But before you can properly reply, he steals your opportunity; "Regardless, this is what bad girls get." Lining himself up to your cunt with a quick few strokes up and down the length of his cock before he shoves himself inside in one swift motion. Fully and completely, disregarding any of your discomfort in favour of cursing over how fucking tight you are when left unaware to his intentions. Bad girl turned soft, a condescending coo escaping him at how quiet you've went compared to your usual attitude when he starts an immediate and brutal pace. And he means to follow it up with something; a threat, maybe? Anything to show that he holds the power over you right now, but your cunt sucks him in so sweetly, begging for more of his insidious precum to spill against your walls, the moment he draws his hips back only to shove his full length balls deep inside of you again effectively shuts him up.
Because to be honest, you've always had all the power in this sick relationship. And to finally have his cock kissing your cervix only reminds him of that fact. He only wears the dress of control, and he finds himself feeling thankful that you've offered your tight little hole up to him like this, whining for more with babbles and sobs of which he happily gives.
He should have done this a long time ago, huffing and puffing above you before proposing a deal.
"Stay— Oh, fuck, keep squeezin' like that— Um, stay out of detention for— for a week, and I'll fuck ya again, 'kay?"
Rewards are a bit out of his wheelhouse, but he can correct your behaviour yet. Especially if it means getting to be inside of you again, rutting his fat cock into you with a pace that almost has you falling off the chair.
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ryehoneyinkstains · 1 year
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What We Hold Dear To Us 2/?
Severus Snape x Reader x Remus Lupin
AU. Voldemort doesn't exist. Severus just has trauma and self confidence issues. Remus and Severus were somewhat friendly during their school years. Messy. POV changes. I honestly have no clue what I'm writing.
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You had gotten up early the next morning, took a depuffing potion for the swelling around your eyes from all the time you spent crying. You skipped breakfast, spent more time water and trimming all the plants in your tiny little makeshift apartment, brushed your teeth and made sure you grabbed a pair of dragon skin gloves along with a flannel work shirt that you've had for so long you should probably throw it away already. But you wouldn't, it had too much sentimental value to end up in the garbage. Maybe one day you would repurpose it into something- maybe a headband? A seat cushion for when your old and geriatric? For right now, it still served its intended purpose.
You made your way towards the Black Lake, towards the patch of land Headmaster Dumbledore had so kindly let you have for all the plants and herbs that required a body of water to thrive and grow. In a few hours students will start arriving at Hogwarts, and while you could wait and have a few willing volunteers, like Neville Longbottom, to help you harvest some of the necessary flora and fungi you would need for your first few classes, you would rather do it yourself. It was therapeutic, gave you something to do, something to think about other than how horrifyingly embarrassing you had acted towards Severus Snape last night. You wanted to apologize for misreading the room, for almost throwing yourself on to his lap when he had touched you. Just thinking about it made you cringe. You shook it out of your head, decided that you wanted to start with the Pneumatophores, or the breathing roots, which you would need to teach second years. They were finicky and required utmost concentration, otherwise they could deflate and no longer be used.
So, you focused, on the task at hand, on the delicate roots that you were digging up and wrapping in damp burlap. Over and over again until the basket you had brought with you was perfectly full, your gloves stained with the light orange sap of the roots. You wiped them on your overalls as you stood. You grabbed the basket, glad that the roots were so light that it barely weighed it down, and were about to head back to the Greenhouse. You needed to keep them in a moist, bright and warm place for the time being, so they didn't rot in the burlap and go to waste. Before you could even take the first step, you noticed that Severus was walking towards you, his usual scowl on his face.
You wanted to hide, your heart hammering in your chest. You did not want to have this conversation, not right now. Not when the sight of him made your mind go blank, your face heating up as you still felt the ghost of his fingers on your skin. But before you could even consider running away, he spoke.
"I believe we need to talk." his voice was serious; made you want to stand up taller.
"Can it wait?" you asked, wanting to buy yourself just a bit more time. "I've got to get these to the nursery before they go bad." you motioned to the basket you were carrying.
Severus looked from you to the oversized basket you held against your hip. "I'll carry them for you, we'll talk as we walk."
"Oh, they aren't heavy, you don't have to."
He shot you a look, one that made you swallow. "Thank you" you whispered, holding it out to him.
He grabbed it, and you almost found it cute, watching the grumpy Severus Snape hold such a colorful basket against himself. You knew better than to say it though. He seemed to be in a mood.
"So." you began to walk, matching his pace. "What is there to talk about?"
"I would like to apologize for my behaviour last night." Of course, he was straight to the point but you were confused. Why was he apologizing? You were the one who had forced him to keep touching you.
"Apologize for what? You didn't do anything wrong." you said, trying to hide the discomfort in your voice.
Severus managed to hold onto the basket with one hand and grab you by the shoulder without dropping a single Pneumatophore. It was impressive, if not a little alarming by how strong his grip was.
"I hurt you, I made you cry." he sounded pained, unable to look you in the eyes as he spoke. " That was never my intention, I'm sorry."
"No! I wasn't crying because of you; well, I was but not in the way you were thinking" You rushed out." I was crying because I misunderstood, because... because I thought you were going to kiss me." that last part came out so quiet you hoped he didn't hear it. "I'm sorry. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. You mean so much to me, you've been such a great friend and I almost ruined it."
Severus was silent for a moment, still not looking at you. His grip on your shoulder had softened but he didn't let go. "You wanted me to kiss you?" his voice held as much confusion as you felt when he finally looked at you.
You could do nothing but nod, wishing the ground would swallow you up. It would be a natural phenomenon, a true tragedy. He would forget about how stupid you were for wanting such a thing from him.
Then he laughed, the sound caught you off guard. It was a deep, rich laugh that you didn't expect from him. "You are truly something else," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I must admit, I did not expect that."
You felt a flush spread across your face, embarrassment and confusion warring inside of you. You wanted to grab the basket from him and leave, lock yourself inside the comfort of your greenhouse and melt into a nutrient rich puddle that would feed your plants forever. "Sorry?' you mumbled.
He set it down carefully, faced you and you weren't sure what emotion was hiding in his eyes, couldn't really look at them too long. His voice was uncharacteristically soft as he spoke, as he poured his heart out to you. "I've been a fool, thinking that you didn't feel the same way. I've been scared of what you would say if I told you how I felt, so I never said anything. But now, I can't keep it in anymore."
He took a step closer to you, his hand coming to rest on your waist. He didn't seem to care that you were covered in dirt and sap as he pulled you close, making your breath hitch. "I understand that you still have feelings for Lupin, but please." he leaned closer to you, his breath tickling your nose. "Just listen to me. Let me say everything I've been too afraid to."
You wanted to tell him that what you had for Remus was in the past, that the love you had for him was more of an adoration, a love for a friend but you couldn't speak, couldn't remember how your tongue worked, how to form words. You just stared into his eyes, heart racing as you felt the warmth of his hand seep through your clothing and burn your skin.
Severus looked into your eyes, searching for any sign of hesitation or doubt. He leaned in closer, his nose touching yours. "I love you" he whispered. "I've loved you for so long, and I can't keep pretending that it's just a passing infatuation. I want to be with you, I want to make a future together."
Your heart was pounding in your chest, your mind racing as you finally found your voice. "I want to be with you too." you felt his grip tighten as he pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a soft kiss. It felt like getting electrocuted in the best of ways, his lips gentle against yours. It was short, sweet, left you breathless as you pulled away.
You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you, you were just so happy. Finally, finally, after all this time. You let your head drop on his shoulder, your arms wrapping around him.
"Thank you, Severus." you whispered, feeling the warmth of his arms around you.
He pressed a kiss to the top of your head, holding you close.
You stayed like that for a moment, just holding each other, taking in the realization that you were finally together. Finally, you pulled back, giggled. "As much as I want to stay here with you forever, I can't let those roots dry up."
Severus sighed, once more kissing the top of your head before letting you go. "I understand, we'll talk more later," he said, a hint of a smile on his face.
You smiled back at him, picking up the basket of Pneumatophores. "I'll come find you" you said, your heart feeling full.
He smiled, and it was so warm and vulnerable that you wanted to kiss him again. You watched him walk away, in the opposite direction you had to go and couldn't keep the grin off of your face. There was still so much you needed to talk about, things you had to figure out if you were going to be a couple. For right now you wanted to enjoy this, enjoy the moment. You wanted to remember this first kiss forever, remember the way his lips had trembled just the slightest against yours.
You almost dropped the basket as you entered the nursery, cursed under your breath and told yourself to focus. To take care of these sweet little roots before you imploded from happiness. So, you did just that. Found the perfect place to store them until you needed them, made sure to spray them with enough water to keep them damp in the heat.
There was still much to do, you needed singing Larkspurs for your 6th years, and you knew you had to harvest Wolfsbane soon for Snape. You needed to concentrate, needed to stop thinking so much about him and do your job. It was hard but you would do it. The faster you got done, the more time you could spend with Severus.

Turns out, you couldn't really rush through your obligations. A big part of Herbology was being patient, knowing what your plants needed, how to take care of them. Sometimes there was no rushing, sometimes cutting dittany leaves took hours and by the time you were done you had enough time to shower and make yourself presentable for the Start of Term Feast. So you scrubbed yourself clean in the bath, a little grossed out at how dirty the water ran at first. You had spent hours waddling through mud, digging around stinking piles of fungi. Herbology had its downside, but you loved it nonetheless.
You weren't exactly rushing, but you didn't have a ton of time to get ready. With your wand you dried and styled your hair, watching as your curly hair started braiding itself into a single plait down your back. You absolutely loved magic, reminded yourself to hug your parents the next time you saw them for bringing you into such a magical world. You found your fanciest dress, green linen with long sleeves, and slipped it on. It was simple, professional, warm. Everything you needed for the evening.
You accio'd your only pair of heels, catching them as they came flying at you. You looked presentable, felt a little weird having dressed up, but it would be a whole lot better than last year when you showed up in a pair of questionably soiled overalls. You had caught some student's making fun of you, it had been just the tiniest bit embarrassing. It was also the only time you had taken house points.
You looked in the mirror, made a face because while you looked good, something seemed to be missing. You turned, tried to see yourself in different angles. You looked plain, when you were aiming to impress. You wanted the new students to look at you and know that you were the Herbology teacher, that you were respected and knowledgeable in your field.
You considered using a spell to add some flair to your outfit, but decided against it. Instead, you decided to add a touch of nature to your appearance. You grabbed a small pot of basilisk's breath, a beautiful flower with vibrant purple petals, and pinned it to the lapel of your dress. The addition of the flower brought a touch of color and life to your outfit, and you felt much more satisfied with your appearance.
As you left your quarters, you couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and nervousness. You were eager to meet the new students, to share your love and knowledge of Herbology with them, but you also couldn't help but worry about what they would think of you. But you reminded yourself that you were a skilled and experienced teacher, and that you had nothing to be nervous about.
With a deep breath, you made your way to the Great Hall for the Start of Term Feast. You made it with time to spare, smiling as you caught sight of Severus. You wanted to run to him, to hug and kiss him until your lips were bruised and swollen, but you composed yourself, decided against mortifying both him and yourself and slowly made your way to sit next to him.
Severus looked up as you approached, and a small smile crossed his lips. You sat down next to him and he leaned in to whisper in your ear, "You look lovely tonight."
You felt a blush rise in your cheeks and you smiled back at him, "Thank you."
The feast was just about to begin and you watched as the students filed into the hall, taking their seats at the different house tables. You spotted a few new faces and couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. These were the students who would be learning from you, who would be a part of your class and you couldn't wait to get to know them.
Severus grabbed your hand under the table and gave it a soft squeeze, probably sensing how nervous you were. You melted at the touch, squeezing back, wishing that he didn't let go to clap at what Dumbledore had said. You needed to pay attention to the night's event, not how Severus had your heart racing from a single touch.
You did your best, listened as Dumbledore gave his great speech and welcomed the first years to Hogwarts, stood when he introduced you as the Herbology Professor and head of Hufflepuff, laughed when Severus simply scoffed when he was introduced. You were excited when there were three new additions to your house, the most you've gotten since you started your career at Hogwarts. You made a mental note to check in on them before classes started tomorrow.
It was when Dumbledore announced that the school got a new DADA professor that you remembered the news from yesterday. You leaned back in your chair, eyes automatically spotting the man you'd never thought you see again. Yet there he was, sitting at the very end of the table, dressed in his signature brown suit. You couldn't help the smile that spread across your face, the excitement that coursed through you at the sight of a friend you haven't seen in years.
Almost like he felt your eyes on him, Remus turned and met your gaze.
Remus' eyes lit up as he saw you and he gave you a warm smile. Your heart skipped a beat as memories of your past flooded back. You had not seen Remus in years, not since your days working in that tiny little apothecary in the outskirts of Dufftown, where he worked doing odd jobs in the wizarding town. He had spent almost a year there before oddly disappearing, never having said goodbye. You felt a mix of emotions as you saw him again, a mix of happiness and a little sadness, recalling the way he left. You looked away, sat up in your chair. You would go talk to him as soon as the feast ended, congratulate him on his new job, ask him why he had pulled the little vanishing act.
For right now you wanted to enjoy the feast, enjoy how incredibly lucky you were to be here, to have someone you truly cared about sitting next to you. You looked at Severus, saw how he seemed to be lost in thought, glaring at no one in particular. You wondered if he was uncomfortable, knew that he wasn't a fan of big crowds and things like this. You tried to be subtle as you reached for him, letting your fingers intertwine with his under the table. You gave him a smile, one that said "I see you, you're not alone." before leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Are you okay? You seem a bit tense."
Severus turned to look at you, his expression softening as he met your gaze. "I'm fine," he said, but you could tell from the tightness in his voice that he wasn't.
"Hmm. Are you sure? I was planning on announcing our new status as a couple before the end of the feast, I wouldn't want you to scare everyone away before I get the chance." you teased him, squeezing his hand gently.
Severus expression turned cold, his hand tensing under yours. "You wouldn't."
You grinned, acting like you were about to stand. Severus quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you back down to your seat. "Don't even think about it," he said in a low voice, a hint of panic in his tone.
You laughed, wanting so badly to kiss the man. "Why, are you trying to keep me all to yourself?"
Severus leaned in closer, his lips grazing your ear as he whispered back, "I'm not above locking you in my Quarters."
You felt your heart race at his words and the way he said them, a shiver running down your spine. You turned to him, meeting his gaze, and saw the desire and longing in his eyes. You couldn't help the blush that rose in your cheeks as you felt a flutter in your stomach. "And if I kick and scream?"
Severus gave you a smirk, his hand moving from yours to your thigh. "I'll just have to make sure you never want to leave," he said, his tone confident and playful.
You felt a rush of heat go through your body, your mind going blank as you stared into his eyes. You wanted nothing more than to lean in and kiss him right there, but you knew that now was not the time or place. You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself. "Okay, you win. I won’t tease you again."
He laughed, gave your thigh a squeeze before slipping his hand away. His mood seemed to be a bit brighter, and even though you were hoping he would tell you what had gotten him so upset, you were just glad that he was doing better. You could still feel his hand on you, your body already missing his warmth. It made you smile, feeling a sense of contentment.
The feast continued, and while you were still a little flustered at his words and touch, you were able to enjoy the evening. You filled your plate, allowed yourself to drink a glass of McGonagall's homemade wine, which was extremely strong but you weren't really a good judge of that, seeing as you've only ever drank alcohol twice in your life. You took a few sips and didn't touch it the rest of the night.
The hours passed with laughter and conversations, more stolen touches and smiles. You waited until the students started lining up, head boys and girls leading the first years towards their respective common rooms, until most of the teachers have also taken their leave to approach Remus. He seemed to as uncomfortable as Severus, slouched down in his seat, watching the student's slowly leave the hall as his fingers played with his tie.
"It's odd, isn't it? Being on this side of the table." you said, taking the now empty seat beside him.
Remus straightened up "It's strange to think of myself as a professor."
You smiled at him, even though he kept his eyes on the students. "Professor Lupin. It has quite a ring to it doesn't it?"
He finally looked over at you, grinning "You think so?"
"I know so," you felt a warmth spread through your chest at his smile. "I've always believed you would do something amazing, something more than all those miscellaneous jobs you used to do. Like clearing pipes full of hiccupping slugs."
Remus shivered, making a disgusted face. "I never did end up getting paid for that."
You remembered how horrifying it was when he had to pull apart the apothecary's piping and clear out the infestation. They had gotten everywhere, and it was your responsibility to clean up after he was done. To this day you hated slugs, would rather contract Spattergroit than deal with them.
You sighed, watching as he continued to fidget with his tie. "Maybe that has something to do with the fact that you just disappeared off the face of the earth." You tried your best to not sound upset, to sound like you were simply stating a fact, as if you hadn't spent the months following his disappearance looking for him, crying over him. It was in the past, and you were over it. Completely and utterly over it. You frowned. "You know you could have left a note. Could have warned me." So maybe you were still a bit upset.
Remus' expression softened, he looked at you with regret in his eyes as he reached out to you, let his hand fall on top of yours. "I'm sorry." he said, voice full of remorse. "I should have left a note, I thought about it. But I just ran out of time. I needed to leave, needed to get out of there."
You wanted to say you understood, but you couldn't. You had spent so long trying to figure out where he had gone, why he had left when you had spent so much time together. The hurt and betrayal you had felt was no longer there, at least it wasn't as raw. You just wanted answers, wanted to finally say all the things you've been holding inside. "You could have sent an owl, sent a letter that said 'Hey! I'm not dead, don't worry about me!'."
Remus' expression turned pained and he looked away, his thumb absently rubbing over the back of your hand. "I was going through some personal things," he said, his voice heavy with emotion. "Things that I couldn't handle. I'm sorry."
You sighed, gave him a small smile because as much as you wanted to be upset, you couldn't be. He was here now; you had your friend back. "I'm just glad you're here. That we have this chance to reconnect, that I finally have you back in my life. I've missed you so much old friend."
Remus matched your smile, gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "I've missed you as well."
You pull your hand away from his, standing up. "There's someone I want you to meet, let me see if he's still around." You were about to turn around, wanted to check if Severus stuck around after he got pulled aside by Flitwick. Before you could, you felt Remus pull you into a hug, his arms falling flat against your back. You could smell his cologne, the faint smell of chocolate on his breath as he hugged you. It made your heart skip a beat, caught off guard by the sudden embrace, but you found yourself wrapping your arms around him, feeling the familiar warmth of his body against yours.
"I'm glad I found you again" he whispers in your ear and the words almost make you cry.
You pull back from the hug, looking at him. It really was a delight seeing him again, getting the chance to once more have him in your life. He pulls away from the hug, shoves his hands in his pockets.
"You look amazing, by the way," he says and his voice is a bit shy and unsure, it makes you laugh. He's always been a bit awkward. "I always knew you would make it, you used to talk about becoming a teacher every chance you got. Now look at you, esteemed Professor at Hogwarts."
"Guess being annoyingly persistent does pay off eventually." you joke with a grin. Just as you were about to say more, you feel a familiar arm wrap around your waist, pulling you close.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," Severus says, his voice cold even though he's holding you so gently. You lean into him without a second thought, seeking his warmth. His hand tightens against your waist, and it’s such a possessive move that it makes your heart start racing. You were surprised at how bold Severus was being, how openly he was claiming you as his own in front of everyone. You couldn't help but wonder what had brought on this sudden display of affection and possessiveness. You looked up at him but he wasn't looking at you. His jaw was tight as he glared at Remus.
"Of course not, I was just about to look for you" you say softly, trying to get his attention. He glances down at you, his expression softening slightly. You smile at him, and he squeezes your waist in response. "I wanted you to meet Remus, an old friend."
Severus scoffs at the same time Remus responds. You turn to look at him, notice how he's no longer looking at you, but on the way Severus has you against him. "Actually, we've met a long time ago." He says, eyes frozen on the hand of your waist.
You can 't help thinking about how suddenly tense things are, how the men seemed to be having some sort of silent confrontation. You try to diffuse the situation, could feel your palms get sweaty and itchy as you grow nervous. "Really?" you ask, your voice coming a bit too high pitched. You elbowed Severus lightly "How come you didn't say anything?"
Severus shrugs, his grip on your waist not loosening. "It wasn't important," he says, his eyes still locked on Remus. You can tell that there is some sort of history between the two men, something that you are not privy to. You glance nervously between the two of them, trying to gauge the situation.
Remus finally breaks the silence, a small smile playing on his lips, one that doesn't really reach his eyes. It might have been five years since you last saw him, but he was still so easy to read. "I should get going, I got in late and haven't had the chance to refamiliarize myself with the school."
"Do you want a tour? I remember my first day, it was so nerve wracking trying to remember and learn the layout as a school."
Remus shakes his head, his smile still forced. "No, thank you. I'll manage, I wouldn't want to impose."
"Nonsense, Remus. You could never." you turned to look at Severus and his mood seemed to have darkened. Maybe you were making things worse. "You don't mind, do you?"
Severus hesitated for a moment; his expression tight. You could tell that he was struggling with something. Finally, he let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine." he said, his voice cold.
"See, we will be happy to show you around Remus." you say, trying to lighten the mood. You could tell that the tension between the two men was still there, but at least they were being civil." We can show you around the main areas, some of the places you'll now have access to as a professor."
"Sure, thank you." Remus said, giving in.
You squeezed Severus' hand and he slowly let you go. He still had a frown on his face, but it wasn't as hostile and cold as before. You could tell that he was trying to put his feelings aside for your sake. You kept a hold on his hand, knew that you had to talk to him about it later, to reassure him. You really needed to find the time to sit down with him, have that conversation you asked for. It probably wouldn't be tonight, seeing as you kept making plans, but you made a mental note to do it as soon as possible. It was important and you couldn't keep pushing it off.
"Should we show you to your classroom, Professor?" you said, trying to lighten the mood. When he nodded you led the way, Severus' hand slipping out of yours.

Turns out, walking around a giant castle of a school with two men who seemed to despise each other was a terrible idea. You tried to ignore it at first, pointed out rooms that were specifically for staff, hallways he could take as shortcuts, doors that were marked forbidden because they led to secret hallways and underground tunnels that connected different parts of Hogwarts. Remus seemed to appreciate the tour, but the tension between him and Severus was still evident. You could see the way they avoided looking at each other, the way their body language was stiff and defensive. It was clear that something had happened between them in the past. You wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to tell them to knock it off. They were making you feel like a mediator, but you technically put yourself in this position.
You worried your bottom lip as you neared the Defense against the Dark Arts classroom, the tension ever building. You bit too hard, felt the sting of breaking skin and could taste the metallic tang of blood. This whole situation was stressing you out.
"How do you know each other?" you asked, hoping to fill the awkward silence.
Remus was the one to answer, Severus bristling at your question, his expression unreadable. "Severus and I, we were friends in school," Remus said, his tone guarded.
Severus let out a scoff, his expression darkening. "Friends is a loose term," he said, his voice cold.
You could tell that this was a sensitive topic for both of them, and it was clear that whatever had happened between them was not just a simple falling out. "Sorry, I shouldn't have asked."
"It's quite alright, I know your curious." Remus said, shooting you a tight smile. You couldn't return it.
"Maybe some other time." you said, wringing your hands together. "Do you guys’ mind if I meet you over there?" you asked, hoping to sneak away into the bathroom, to take a break from this. There was so much you could take before your nerves snapped and you'd start crying from the anxiety.
Severus looked at you, his eyes falling to your lip. You shook your head when he opened his mouth to speak. "I'll be fine, I just need a moment," you said, trying to reassure him.
Remus nodded, understanding. "Of course, take your time," he said with a small smile.
Severus nodded, eyes still not leaving your lip. You knew he was worried but right now you just wanted to be by yourself, maybe splash some water on your face.
You couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as you walked away from them. You cared for them both, but this was extremely overwhelming. You hope that with time, things get better, that they can move past whatever issues they have. Otherwise, you feared that it would lead to a fully catastrophic situation, one where the tension between them would boil over and cause a rift in not only their relationship but also yours. You didn't want to have to choose between them, but you knew that if things continued like this, it could lead to just that.
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Survivor of Ramshackle -part 1
This is based off a scenario I mentioned earlier in my blog about Yuu's home being destroyed whilst they were away. There will be multiple parts to this.
A/n: I try to make the MC gender neutral, but I'm sorry if I make an error whilst writing. This Yuu is GN, by the way.
Warnings: mild swearing, Angst, Ace implies keeping you hostage as a joke, but Deuce quickly puts him in his place. The later chapters will get darker.
PART 2
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Everyone had gathered into the mirror chamber to bid Yuu farewell. The boys had really taken a liking to them. Even if they would put them through a lot of trouble at times. Likewise, they loved the boys, too. As each of the boys take thier turns to say goodbye, they admit some tears were shed. Crowley had found a way home for Yuu right after Grim's overblot, but he informed them that once they went back, they would not be able to return unless extra steps were made. Which of course won't happen. And they accepted the offer. After all, they still had a life and a family back home who were wondering where they were.
"It's not fair! I don't want them to go!" Complained a certain fire-eared monster.
"Grim, we cannot just keep 'em hostage here... but that would be a good backup pla- OW!!"
"WE ARE NOT DOING THAT!"
"Did you really have to hit me that hard Deuce? That hurt man."
"Ace, we must respect thier decisions."
"Yeah, I know I know."
It was now Jack's turn to join the conversation. "Plans have been made for you Grim. So you don't have to worry about needing Yuu for school."
"The Great Grim still needs his henchman to do his bidding and clean Ramshackle."
"Just admit it weasel, you're going to miss them too."
"Fgnaahhh!!"
"You're not helping Ace." Epel turns to Grim. "We understand Grim. Yuu has become a great friend to all of us. But it's time to say goodbye."
"Hnnngghh"
"Yuu! Don't go! Who will feed me tuna? Who will scratch my ears? Who will wrap me up in thier jacket during the winter break? I'm ordering you to stay minion!" Grim cried. Yuu kneeled down to comfort him. "Grim, listen to me. I am going back, yes, but I will not forget you. You mean so much to me Grim. But I still have others at the other side of that portal who are waiting for me. I need to meet up with them." You brush a stray tear from his face. "Do me a favor Grim. Stay here, attend your classes and study well. So that when I return to you someday, you will be the Greatest Mage ever like you wanted and we can go on more adventures together. Does that sound alright?" Grim sniffed and nodded. "Please come back some day." "I can't promise it, but I'll try."
"Oi! Herbivore. Just get going already. I want to leave now."Some things never change." They sighed as Leona sulked. Leona wasn't the only one who was feeling annoyed more than sad at this time. They admit that some of these boys were assholes. Some of them have even yet to apologize after all they've put them through. But they won't let that get in the way of the good memories they had in this world. Or at least they hope.
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Yuu had just said goodbye to the last person when the headmaster came in.
"Prefect! The dark mirror is now ready! You must come immediately if you are to return home!" He hollered.
"Well, here I go."
Yuu stands up to the portal with tears in their eyes. Their heart hammering. This was it. They were finally going home. They can't wait to see their family again. It's been so long. What has changed since they left? Is everyone doing alright? They needed to know. The mirror pulsates with magical energy. Sparking up at some parts. Yuu turned back to look at the other students one last time. Then, with bated breath, they stepped through the portal.
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"So that's it."
Besides this one remark. The mirror chamber was filled with silence. No one dared say anything. Everyone filed out of the room and went back to thier dorms.
Two idiots were helping Grim settle into Hearstlabyul. And got collared after breaking three Queen of Hearts rules whilst doing so. Trey baked cookies for them so they didn't complain as much after. After they made it to thier room the three students began to chat and banter with each other. Nothing had really changed for them. Same for the other dorms. Vil did his makeup. Idia did his tech. Leona slept. Azul ran the lounge. Overall, nothing had really changed.
"Kalim. You need to do this assignment."
"Oh, sorry Jamil. I'll be right there."
The vice pressed his dormleader to do what needed completion but something was distracting him.
"Do you think Yuu made it back safe?"
"..." Jamil had a suspicion that that was what was on his mind but he was not prepared to answer that question. "I'm sure they're happy Kalim. Now please get this done. Crewel will not show mercy if you fail."
"I know it's just... I have questions: What do they do? What do they have to eat at thier welcome home feasts?-" "I doubt that they have feasts Kalim." Kalim ignored what he said and kept going. "What are thier family like? I mean they are from another world so thier family structure could be different to ours. Hnnnghhh! Why am I only asking these questions now that they are gone?!"
"KALIM!!"
The housewarden went quiet immediately.
"They are fine okay. Yuu would not want you to spend all your time worrying about them. So just relax. They are fine."
Kalim thought about what Jamil just said.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. You're always right Jamil." The boy beamed whilst the vice rolled his eyes.
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I apologize for any mistakes. I also edited this into they/them pronouns because I find it easier to write with.
A/N: Go check out probablynoposts blog. They did a series on this prompt whilst this was still in the drafts. They did a very good job I must say. So kudos to them.
Taglist: @kami-kun1003
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Good morning headmage
I was wondering if you and the other teachers went to the museum with your students this year to celebrate its 100th anniversary ?
If so what did you like there , do you have a favorite artwork ?
Have you been there before 👀?
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Enter; An Unkindness of Ravens.
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"Why, of course we teachers accompanied our students to the Land of Dawning's National Museum of Art. It would be highly irresponsible of us to allow children to travel to a foreign land without chaperones!”
Crowley perked with pride. Prestige—the acknowledgement of it—tended to have that effect on him, pompous man that he was.
"Not to mention... It's an honor for us to be invited to this centennial celebration! This is a wonderful opportunity for us teachers to appreciate art alongside our young pupils—though I myself have already visited numerous times. Ah, but that is what a long lifespan and a deep respect for history does… Sharpens the mind and the spirit!”
Somehow he ended up circling around and feeding his own ego again.
You walked alongside him, tactfully staying silent and letting the headmaster ramble.
Famous faces passed by, relics of the past unearthed. Stories, centuries in the making. History coming to life around you.
Click, clack, click.
Crowley’s polished shoes and cane alternated, echoing sharply in the gallery.
“This solemn, almost reverent atmosphere is rather pleasing. It grants one the space and time to properly admire and reflect on the artwork on display.”
He raised a hand, his golden claw-shaped rings upon each finger shining under the museum’s lights. Crowley gestured to the paintings that lined the closest wall. You followed where he led your gaze.
Platinum frames, seven in total. Each held an illustration of a familiar figure—you recognized them from the stone statues lining Main Street.
“I find myself gravitating toward the classics. Perhaps I am sentimental, fufu. My bias is clear.”
The Queen of Hearts.
She looked on from up high, posed with a gavel behind a banister and flanked by card soldiers. Her face was kind and rounded, but her expression was stern. Hands folded in her lap and her hammer raised to deliver justice, she was the picture of dignified grace.
The King of Beasts.
He reclined in a dark cave, bones scattered around him. The King stood out from the others of his kind--body lanky, a scar knitting one eye, mane a deep black, and with an unmatched feline poise. He toyed with a skull in one paw, his mouth twisted into a contemplative smirk.
The Sea Witch.
She danced, tentacles curling, in an anemone garden, lilac arms outstretched to cuddle her beloved pets: two moray eels that adorned her arms like a living boa. Pinkish light spilled onto them, emanating from her bubbling cauldron. Another potion brewing to fulfill some poor, unfortunate soul's wish.
The Sorcerer of the Sands.
A thin man with a long face and a goatee pieced together a golden scarab, its light piercing the starry night. Particles of sand and glittering magic kicked up, scattering across his black and red robes. The wings of the scarab, flickering rapidly--as if about to take flight.
The Beautiful Queen.
She triumphantly held up a goblet of bubbling liquid, her radiant face reflected in it. High cheek bones, skin smooth as china, full lips, long lashes, a gown that clung to her hourglass figure. Her beauty was every bit as deadly as the poison in the glass.
The King of the Underworld.
He beamed in the painting, showing sharp teeth. Various tabletop games surrounded him, and he seemed to take great joy in maneuvering a chess piece across a board. No opponent was in view--the man was a lone player.
The Thorn Fairy.
She loomed in her spiked throne, her calm face cut severe by the gathering shadows and green candlelight. Briar crept around the tattered hem of her cloak, waiting for her next command. One word, and you felt as though they would come to life and rush at you.
The Great Seven together dominated the hallowed halls of the museum. In awe of them, you felt yourself shrink back. If was as though your body instinctively knew to kneel in the presence of such raw power.
Crowley, too, quietly bowed his head to the Seven. He held his top hat to his chest, his dark lips pursed into a serene smile.
"What visionaries! We must all strive to the same heights as they."
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