#ah well the important thing is that i've forgotten how long i've been working on this...i don't look at the clock with these things but it's

[cakesandfail]

Do you have any headcanons about how Vetinari ended up taking power?

Actually yes I do!

I wrote a fic about his first day in power that vaguely referenced this and while I don't have like, a fully fleshed out story, there are a few bits and pieces that I sort of bodged together from things in the books and what I personally find entertaining about him as a character:

There's a bit in Soul Music which says that there was a rat plague in Ankh-Morpork shortly before Vetinari came to power, and that his solution was "tax the rat farms". It's unclear in context whether this means he suggested it at the end of Snapcase's time in power or if it was one of the first things he did after he became Patrician. I've just gone ahead and assumed that the rat plague was the last straw for Snapcase and that actually having a good suggestion was one of the reasons Vetinari was in people's minds as a replacement

That then leads us to ask, well, what on earth was he doing there? He's been in power a fair while even by Guards Guards but chronologically must still only be in his early 40s by then, to have been in his late teens in the 30-years-ago bits of Night Watch (and he can't be older than that, because it's made fairly clear that he's in the Guild equivalent of secondary school at that time, and Vimes knows that the two of them are approximately the same age). Given his canonically hilariously long list of postgrad qualifications, he probably went straight from Assassins Guild grad school to the Oblong Office, more or less. Conclusion: he was the fucking INTERN. (or possibly working as a clerk, but calling him the intern is at least 500% funnier)

Given the running joke about him being this weird posh dude who doesn't seem like a threat until you remember where he was educated, I would imagine that his whole "ah capital jolly good here I go getting slang wrong again" bullshit started here. We know that among the Ankh-Morpork elite, pretending to be stupider than you really are is something that can both keep you safe and help you get away with a lot, because we see Vetinari and Vimes and Sybil do it. So this is where he got his practice. Bertie Wooster the FUCK out of your working day, quietly get on with the things that need to be done while nobody's looking, and nobody will realise because they just think you're Madam's weird nephew with the shit beard and the puppy

So, bearing all that in mind, picture this:

Snapcase is dead. The important people (at least, the people who think themselves important) converge on the palace. In a small room off the Oblong Office is a young man steadily working through a large pile of paperwork. Oh, yes, that's Madam's nephew, you know... Havelock, isn't it? They ask if he knows what's happened, and he says no, he has no idea, he's just been working his way through all these regulations, and gosh, they really are very dull. And... well... nobody else is here. And nobody else seems to understand the filing system, or the rest of the staff, or anything really. But he does.

This guy's had a few good ideas when he's been doing the minutes at various meetings, that makes him a plausible candidate surely? And he's so young, so he's going to need a lot of guidance from helpful, experienced folks, right? How useful. He's just smart enough not to be an obvious puppet. Very handy indeed.

And the cream of Ankh-Morpork society being what they are (truly the cream- rich and thick) they don't realise until it's far too late that this lanky goth weirdo they'd thought would do their bidding knows everything about everyone and he's been quietly furious about the result of the Glorious 25th for over a decade. And, whoops, they'd somehow forgotten that he didn't spend all of that time on Guild postgraduate courses doing resits. Oh dear. And now he's their boss.

#patricianblogging #i have wanted to go into detail about this for AGES thank you for giving me an excuse

[nabanna]

lord help us all I've been given a reason to think about Dracula novel/Drizzt series crossover

I love following canyourfavesurvivecastledracula (I especially love seeing characters I'm not familiar with on there) and they recently got an ask about my little guy Drizzt Do'Urden but didn't know all that much about him BUT YOU SEE (unfortunately for everyone who knows me in any way) this is a crossover of the two major fandoms that have become my entire personality in the past year or so! so as someone who's eagerly awaiting the return of Dracula Daily Season AND reading multiple of the Drizzt series books as we speak (simultaneously! help..) and considers him a blorbo to tenderly and lovingly put in the microwave to watch him dodge the radiation like an ant, I'm taking a crack at it because this looks like fun :D

Making my own post because this is purely to be enrichment in my enclosure and also it's.. gotten So So Very Long.. also pouring one out for my other account where I normally would post this sort of thing that I simply cannot log into anymore for mysterious and unknown reasons. (Literally it's still like There and I can See It but trying to log in takes me to 'make a new blog' pages and... wait I'm silly I think I know why. the email died. no idea how to get back in without the email.)

ANYWAY

To the thought experiment:

Could Drizzt Do'Urden Survive Castle Dracula?

Short answer: Yes, it's not a fun time for him, he saves the baby though!

Long answer:

Using the blog's stated general criteria...

Overall approach to the supernatural:

Is an elf, knows what a vampire is, however D&D vampires work differently from Dracula vampires so he would not have all the information on that front if it came to a confrontation. (Knowing the Drizzt books, it would definitely come to at least one fight or at least a tense chase sequence.)

Also depends on how quickly he clocked that this is, in fact, a vampire, and whether Dracula could catch on to him catching on and spin things in a way that kept Drizzt relatively chill OR decide it's time to strike (which he could probably escape) (though now I'm thinking about Vampire!Drizzt....... no no I shouldn't.... unless.....)

The presence of Guenhwyvar (constellation panther BFF my beloved) would afford him some protection other than Dracula's whims, and companionship which is Very Important as he has been known to go feral without sufficient friendship.

Probably takes all the local superstitions very seriously because where he comes from if someone's like "there are ghosts that come out on certain days" and "there are monsters in these woods" they mean it very Very literally.

Dracula's general inhuman behaviors he could take in stride and adapt to pretty well I think, he's known a lot of really eccentric people and is from Fantasy Zone, so the idea that Dracula isn't human wouldn't be scary or even all that weird. Vampire, yeah that's sus, but just non-human? you walk past a hundred non-humans on a single street in most cities where he's from. Many of the eccentricities might be explainable just by going "Ah, he seems to be some kind of wizard. Yeah that checks out." Doesn't seem to be sleeping on a normal schedule or at all? Drizzt does that too! Sees too well in the dark/doesn't seem to use lights much? Darkvision and light sensitivity, same! Moves inhumanly fast? A little concerning but why not. Tells stories from centuries ago as if he was there? Elves do that all the time and it's because they were, in fact, there. (Also some human wizards do all of that too, just because.)

Now because things work differently between these two settings I'm not sure how much his general familiarity with things in the Forgotten Realms would help him here, like he's taking it all in stride but does he know how to protect himself against a Dracula-type vampire? Does he know magic is so incredibly rare and (apparently) usually evil or does he think this is just an unusually magic-less region?

Whether they would accept the crucifix from the old lady:

He is a polite young man so yes of course he would, and because the lady doesn't know what a drow (or an elf?) is, she probably wouldn't think "evil!!!" like most of the common folk in the Realms do, so much as "weird-looking (yet androgynously beautiful) young man" or depending on the local superstitions may assume he's some sort of fey being? or just like, really exceptionally foreign foreigner.

Assuming she still offers it, he would accept it despite not knowing what sort of deity it's for, because he recognizes it's a token of goodwill and he loves expressions of goodwill. Would definitely go and write about it in his little diary to both wonder what she's so afraid of/what sort of protection it affords, and also gush about the kindness and possibly whether this expands or aligns with his current understanding of morality.

This plus the other Superstitious Behaviors would clue him in that something's up so he'd be going in with that knowledge, prepared to figure out what's going on and what the villagers are so afraid of.

Whether they would go exploring after being told not to:

100% and he might even be stealthy enough to mostly get away with it!

Demonstrably does not like being restricted, only went along with this stuff when he was younger because the indoctrination ensured that he literally had no idea there was any other option (also his dad sparred with him daily to get his energy out so his zoomies were managed)

If Dracula really truly wanted to discourage him from any particular places he might just need to come up with an explanation, but he might also be entertained enough by Drizzt's sneaking and snooping to let him roam and see where it goes. Drizzt is better at stealth than Jonathan but they have different flavors of wet cat charm which Dracula may want to handle differently.

Depending on how you read the scene with the vampire ladies trying to "kiss" Jonathan, like how much of it was vampire charm making him feel kinda into it or potentially more of a paralysis situation, it could go differently just because Drizzt may or may not be able to break out and run away very fast, or just kinda endure it while feeling Really Bad And Gross about the sexual overtones. (Based on instances such as him resisting drugs and exiting the room as fast as possible when a priestess was coming onto him, and going feral to push through a paralyzing poison to prevent an assault on another person.) (I read him as incredibly demisexual and he demonstrates being sex-repulsed to everyone outside of the very short list of people he's actively very close friends with and attracted to.) (His feral side has been known to come out in these types of situations but not all of them and it wouldn't necessarily always work either.)

The girlies would not put him off of exploring for very long but he would likely be trying to avoid all possible run-ins with them from that point forward. Unfortunately for him he is a tasty little guy and I think the girlies would actively mess with him against Dracula's orders, perhaps in part because he's an elf and they find that interesting and engaging. Enrichment for their enclosure! Horrible time for Drizzt. Exactly the way the vampire squad likes it!

Verdict: He has a bad time but he's gotta run around he has the zoomies. Dracula could possibly prevent this, if he wanted to prevent it, by letting him into a training yard of some kind so he can get out his energy.

Ability to manage the whims of a Rich Jerk / hold Dracula's interest:

This one is harder and probably depends on the circumstances of him going to the castle, like what his goal there is, and around what point in the timeline he's at. I haven't gotten through all 30-something books just yet but my answer is Probably?

Just the fact of him being an elf and having some innate magic abilities could possibly be enough for Dracula to find him interesting enough to keep around. He's not a wizard and his innate spells are mostly harmless, more battlefield management than anything, so he's not magically a particularly powerful threat to Dracula, just decently interesting. He could also go on about how magic works where he's from, though going on too much about his inherent drow magic would make him uncomfortable (which Dracula would probably like) and especially like, if he got into the ins and outs of Menzoberranzan specifically.

He would definitely bring out the active listening skills for Dracula's history and war stories. Might want to get examples of any particularly interesting fighting maneuvers. I wonder if Dracula would indulge him in a spar or let him practice? The castle must have a training yard somewhere, but would he let Drizzt keep his weapons/borrow some?

Usually good enough at reading the room to determine when is or is not a good time for the scimitars and the panther (combat mode) to come out.

Not the most charismatic, but insightful and clever. (autism-ass elf. elftism.......)

Raised in a very controlling environment with a strict social hierarchy where he was simultaneously part of a high-ranking noble family but also as far down the social ladder as he could be otherwise (male, youngest child, was supposed to be assigned spell component at birth, doesn't like conforming) so, again, he wouldn't like it but he could probably manage it.

Partly depends on how much effort Dracula is willing to put in to make the Friendship believable and keep Drizzt in the dark, or if he's interesting enough to more carefully balance a web of manipulation around.

I'm gonna say this point gets a Yes

Assuming he realized the vampires are Bad but too dangerous to 2v4, he would be so uncomfortable for most of it but is also funky enough that Dracula would probably find his discomfort and weird-but-trying-to-be-so-polite mannerisms entertaining. Dracula would decide this is his blorbo now. I may be biased but this is tumblr so actually Dracula himself said all of this to me personally in DMs.

Facility for climbing without gear (free soloing):

Lizard fashion? Spider fashion...

He Is On The Walls

Multiple points in the books involve him sneaking around places by climbing on walls and I believe elves are canonically, in general, weirdly good at parkour. So yeah!

Whether they would choose to risk being eaten by vampires over the certain death of being eaten by wolves:

IF he has weapons, the wolves aren't really certain death because he is a whirling tornado of death, I am so sorry wolves. If not then he might be able to parkour out of their way? He probably wouldn't want to fight the wolves though, because he is a disney princess nature lover and would rather free them from Dracula's control if possible.

Depending on how much he could figure out about how vampires work here, he may have some ideas for how to turn a fight against them to his advantage or otherwise.

Wait, this happens after the baby incident, right? If so then he's not getting to this point plot-wise, though he might have come back to try fighting the vampires after saving the baby, and depending on how he's doing that, he might still have to contend with the wolves at some point.

Decision: Doesn't want to go against the wolves at any point, but if necessary, he can out-parkour them.

General analysis from Me:

Main counts on the original post are accurate! He accepts the cross, survives the social situations as long as necessary, and escapes with the baby to give it back to the villagers upset but otherwise intact.

As soon as he realized the vampires were menacing the locals to any extent, he would decide to figure out a way to free the area of their evil. Unfortunately the best way for him to figure out anything about the vampires is to stay in close quarters with them for a little while. He has been known to pretend to side with an enemy to gain information or an advantage in a fight, but I'm not sure how long he could keep it up.

Dracula might string him along with Friendship (Drizzt loves friendship so much if he doesn't have friendship he will explode) but he would have to get his baby-eating roommates to play along and behave or else they could easily freak the guy out too much for it to remain believable.

Either way, Drizzt is not staying in that castle beyond the point of another person (the baby) being put in danger. There's at least one point in the books where he's protecting a baby while fighting some enemies and he always puts the baby's safety first. Also Guen can respawn, so if it's absolutely necessary to, she can get taken to 0 HP distracting the vampires while Drizzt improvises some way to get out of there with the baby intact.

That's as far as "survive Castle Dracula" usually goes because well he got out of the castle alive but now I am also thinking about possible plot beyond that point...

First of all the villagers?? Assuming they saw him as Really Weird Foreigner or perhaps some sort of fair folk rather than Literal Demon Spawn the worst they'd do is probably be very tense and silent after taking the baby back and let him leave uncontested without welcoming him in. Best case scenario is some or all of them, or at least the baby's mother, being grateful enough to help him out a little. But like what's he gonna Do after that? (Also if the villagers think he's some sort of fey guy then would they think there's something up with the baby now...)

I mean he knows there's baby-eating vampires in that castle now and he's very against the idea of leaving baby-eating vampires around. Even if he can't 2v4 all of them plus their minions he'd wanna do something about that. (2v4 rather than 1v4 because Guen counts as one) Would he try to gather allies to assault the castle? If he learned that there's times when he can expect them all to be asleep in their coffins would he try to just go back in and stab them in their coffin-sleep? Would he leave the area if he knows the local people are still in danger or would he reason that he needs to find help and come back?

(Also raising to myself the question of whether this is "specifically only Drizzt has been isekai'd into the novel Dracula" or if there's perhaps a little more crossover type setting blending, or if others from the Realms are in there, is Elminster around I know he's canonically been to Real Life Earth, would Van Helsing have some kind of tangent about how this has allegedly happened before, there's an implication that vampires aren't even Van Helsing's favorite cryptid what if d&d type elves are actually higher on that list and he knows all about them, is it even possible to put something resembling the plot and characters of Dracula into a D&D setting, what if I could make a Domain of Dread out of this–)

No matter what happened, Drizzt would be writing SO many diary entries which is perhaps the true main reason why he would survive, he's got that journaling and diary-keeping swag just like my good friend Jonathan Harker

(This is all assuming he has Guen because if he didn't have Guen he would wilt away of the Miseries. Might un-wilt specifically to save the baby and then re-wilt as soon as he remembered there's no kitty.)

#drizzt do'urden #dracula #drizzt #me #my posts #maybe I shouldn't be putting him in the microwave... he has metal on him usually... #this got so long help me #perhaps there is a point where I should just write a fanfic but then again I would 100% get caught in the setup #but this isn't even getting close to 'what if Drizzt met Jonathan' levels of blorbo crossover perhaps that energy would carry me through #microwave addendum again I remembered the ice scimitar gives fire/heat resistance but would that help in a microwave?

[stqrbxy]

[ 中也 ] chuuya nakahara x m! reader .

genre : smut but not in-depth.

t.w : suggestive themes.

sypnosis : you and chuuya missed each other deeply, so what's better than buying an absurdly expensive bottle of wine to soften him up??

author's note : this is hella confusing and bad.

"c'mere; there's plenty of space in my lap." + ready for another round?"

chuuya and you were both head executives of the most mafia, as well as the most important ones, so it was no wonder that you both were busy, that two could barely see each other throughout the day even though you both worked in the same penthouse.

so, you were coming back home from work, and you were thinking about chuuya, he was probably on another mission or stuffed with paperwork. but, you managed to finish all of your work for the week, so now you have the weekend all to yourself. you sighed slightly and continued to walk forwards, tugging on your coat to refrain it from getting breezed away by the end.

while you were on your way back home, you saw a wine shop on the way. and, they were known to sell good wine. so, you decided, why not buy some good wine for your husband after a long day of work?

you paid for the expensive bottle of wine, specifically chosen for his tastes, and headed out to your original destination once again. you looked at the time on your watch and saw a lot of time had passed by, by the time you carefully picked out his preferred taste. realizing, you walked faster and soon arrived at your shared penthouse.

you twisted open the doorknob and were greeted by lapis-coloured eyes, which quickly made their way onto yours

"i'm home." you smiled sweetly at him, then locked the door and proceeded to put the wine in the fridge and sit beside him on the couch, taking off your boot's laces elegantly and slowly.

"welcome home, sweetheart. i've missed you," he murmured gently and wrapped his hand around your waist and the other on your thigh. needy and desperate for you, but decided to be polite and not touch you inappropriately.

"i've missed you a lot too. how has work been going? you came home earlier than me." you chuckled and attempted to move away from his touch, attempting to put away your shoes, oh, but, how could chuuya let you go just when he's got your hands on you and after so long as well?

"stop being so cruel, I haven't even held you for a moment, yet you already want to leave." he scoffed like a child and let go of you, trying to prove as if he wasn't needy for your touch a moment ago.

"don't worry, let me freshen up then you can have me for as long as you want, happy?" you smirked at him mischievously after you washed your face and put away your shoes, but your thigh-high socks were still on, unbeknownst to him as your oversized pants were covering them.

"fine. c'mere, there's plenty of space in my lap for you to sit." he grinned back, in the same mischievous manner and patted his thigh for you to sit on. you gladly moved onto his lap, teasingly rubbing your crotch on his thigh as you felt him getting harder.

"god, angel, I've missed you so fucking much. i missed your voice, your touch, your words and you." he needy groaned and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"missed too, chuu. ah, i've forgotten to tell you, I got you a bottle of 1964 Romanée-Conti. And, don't worry about where I got it from, let's say I have my sources." you smirked at him as he removed his head from your neck and looked at you with slightly widened eyes and a slight blush plastered over his face. 'How cute.' you thought to yourself.

"the hell? oh my god — thank you so much? what the fuck? how can I repay you?" he swooned over you. he was so grateful for someone like you, who'd buy him a wine worth three million fucking yen. that's half of your salary and two-thirds of his. but, it didn't matter to you, what the price may be. because, to you, he was worth more than ten bottles of expensive wine. the funny thing is, you always knew that gift-giving, was sure to touch his heart.

"you don't have to, but~ if you wish to, perhaps there's something that you can do." you ended it suggestively and shifted on his lap every moment or so, merely to rile him up.

"please, tell me." god, chuuya begging, just for you? you really should've seen his hands on your waist, desperate to touch you further.

you smirked at him merely, dragged him softly into the bedroom and threw him on the bed, making sure not to hurt him. he gasped softly and blushed even more, waiting for you to do or say something; you pushed him down on the bed with your hand on his chest.

"well then, do I have your consent to do anything i'd like to do to you tonight?~" you shot him another smirk before and looked deep into his lapis blue eye, waiting for a response.

"yes, yes — please, use me, anything you want, ruin me, god, I fuckin' need you so badly."

oh dear, you both were definitely in for a hell of a night.

so, you were coming back home from work, and you were thinking about chuuya. chuuya was probably on another mission or stuffed with paperwork. but, you managed to finish all of your work for the week, so now you have the weekend all to yourself. you sighed slightly and continued to walk forwards, tugging on your coat to refrain it from getting breezed away by the end.

while you were on your way back home, you saw a wine shop on the way. and, they were known to sell good wine. so, you decided, why not buy some good wine for your husband after a long day of work?

you paid for the expensive bottle of wine, specifically chosen for his tastes, and headed out to your original destination once again. you looked at the time on your watch and saw a lot of time passed by already. therefore, you walked faster and soon arrived.

you twisted open the door knob and were greeted by lapis-coloured eyes, which quickly made their way onto yours and then to the bag you were holding.

"i'm home." you smiled sweetly at him, then locked the door and proceeded to put the wine in the fridge and sit beside him on the couch, taking off your boot's laces elegantly and slowly.

"welcome home, sweetheart. i've missed you," he murmured gently and wrapped his hand around your waist and the other on your thigh. needy and desperate for you, but decided to be polite.

"i've missed you a lot too, how's work been going? you came home earlier than me." you chuckled and attempted to move away from his touch, attempting to put away your shoes, oh, but, how could chuuya let you go just when he's got your hands on you, after so long as well?

"stop being so cruel, I haven't even held you for a moment and you already want to leave." he scoffed, like a child and let go of you, trying to prove as if he wasn't needy for your touch a moment ago.

"don't worry, let me freshen up and you can have me for as long as you want, happy?" you smirked at him mischievously after you washed your face and put away your shoes, but your thigh-high socks were still on, unbeknownst to him as your oversized pants were covering them.

"fine. c'mere, there's plenty of space in my lap for you to sit." he grinned back, in the same mischievous manner and patted his thigh for you to sit on. you gladly moved onto his lap, teasingly rubbing your crotch on his thigh as you felt him getting harder.

"god, angel, I've missed you so fucking much. i missed your voice, your touch, your words and you." he needy groaned and nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck.

"missed too, chuu. ah, i've forgotten to tell you, I got you a bottle of 1964 Romanée-Conti. And, don't worry about where I got it from, let's say I have my sources." you smirked at him as he removed his head from your neck and looked at you with slightly widened eyes and a slight blush plastered over his face. 'How cute.' you thought to yourself.

"the hell? oh my god — thank you so much? what the fuck? how can I repay you?" he absolutely swooned over you. he was so grateful for someone like you, who'd buy him a wine worth three million fucking yen. that's literally half of your salary and two-thirds of his. but, it didn't matter to you, what the price may be. because, to you, he was worth more than ten bottles of expensive wine.

"you don't have to, but~ if you wish to, perhaps there's something that can be done." you ended it suggestively and shifted on his lap every moment or so, just to rile him up.

"please, tell me." god, chuuya begging, just for you? you should've seen his hands on your waist, desperate to touch you further.

you smirked at him merely and dragged him softly into the bedroom and threw him on the bed, making sure not to hurt him. he gasped softly and blushed even more, waiting for you to do or say something.

you pushed him down on the bed with your hand on his chest.

"well then, do I have your consent to do anything i'd like to do to you tonight?~" you shot him another smirk before and looked deep into his lapis blue eye, waiting for a response.

"yes, yes — please, use me, whatever, you want, ruin me, god, I fuckin' need you so badly."

oh boy, you both were definitely in for a kinky night.

#bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #chuuya x reader #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x male reader #chuuya nakahara x male reader #bsd x male reader #chuuya #chuuya nakahara #chuuya smut #chuuya fluff #writing prompts

[esssteee]

Thanks for the tag @yletylyf <333

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 13

2. What's your total A03 words count? 351,919

3. What fandoms do you write for? grishaverse and castlevania. i'm still a baby writer, having started actively contributing to fandom works not quite 2 years ago.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

we are the wild youth chasing visions of the future (gv, aleksander/alina), young liars (gv, aleksander/nikolai), with the sun against our back (gv, aleksander/nikolai), winding and unwinding (gv, aleksander/nikolai), i will eat you alive (gv, aleksander/nikolai)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yep, almost all! if i receive several in a row, chapter after chapter and by the same person, than i will more likely just respond to the last one, but i do like giving an answer to any feedback and show of love i get!

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

um, good question. i don't think I've written a true angsty ending. i have several open/ambiguous endings, but the ending for me and the devil (gv, aleksander/alina) is the most ambiguous of the bunch just because it can be interpreted as alina just going stir-crazy from being alone and forgotten for so long and imagining aleksander by her side and staying with her, so it can be angsty if you take it that way.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

with the sun against our back (gv, aleksander/nikolai) cause they end up pseudo married and ruling together (yay!)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

nope! too small a fandom writer for that and i'm ever thankful for it!

9. Do you write smut? If so what kind?

me? smut??? XD just look at the rating for each fic and the associated tags, i guess i do love developping characters through the very intimate act of them falling in bed together. no real kinky sex or anything, but there's often lots of hidden (and not so hidden) feelings behind the act. most smut i've written can be considered rough and/or passionate, since there's a kind of desperation born out of the characters thinking they only have that one single time to be with the other so they're giving their all. i do love exploring the vulnerabilities that come from that for sure!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

no i haven't. it's never really been my fav thing, but if done well, it'd read one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

i don't think so, not to my knowledge.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i had someone asking to translate one, yes.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

no!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

that i've written? aleksander/nikolai in gv for sure, aleksander/alina a close second. but as a reader, i just love love love the perfect OT3 that is alucard/trevor/sypha from castlevania (if you haven't read baba by crownofpins, GO READ IT NOW)

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

none, i'm just terribly slow right now. life is throwing a ton of shit at me (dog being very sick, work is horrible, energy at the lowest point), but i keep daydreaming about each fic and slowly coming up with future parts in my head if not on paper.

16. What are your writing strengths?

ah man i don't know, getting into the character's head for which i'm writing the pov from, making their thoughts and feelings just as important as anything going on. i guess because of that i strongly favour inner conflict storylines.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

too wordy. also pantsing my way thru a fic instead of really sitting down and coming up with a plan ― we are the wild youth chasing visions of our future really forced me to come up with a strong plan, which i never would have been able to do without @theonewiththeory's immense help, girl i never would have been able to achieve what i did without you!! it is my first fic in english, the first one i wrote as an adult, and it shows, but i'm still proud of it! but i definitively continue to struggle with planning and too often i fall into the bad habit of vibing along with it. also, big external-conflict plotting is a hard thing for me, tho i wish i could become better at it since it's always so fun as a reader and i'm always impressed by writers who pull an intricate plot so flawlessly!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i'm not a fan of it. so often the other language is plain up butchered, and there are ways to do it without having to juggle the hassle of writing a dialogue in another language and needing to translate it so the reader knows what's going on. but as all things, they are exceptions to the rule and anything can be done well!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

oh man the lord of the rings (with a very mary sue oc even! but i remember having such self-indulging fun with that oc and all the research needed to flesh the story out) and the legend of zelda/ocarina of time (at least i went with link for my mc in this one!)

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

when i was 12, i started a complete rewrite of ocarina of time which i of course never posted online. it was in french and i was only doing it for fun. but i still have one version of it and oh boy is it cringe-worthy XD big fail, i read that question as the first fic written ― my brain is really elsewhere these days. my fav fic is definitively with the sun against our back (gv, aleksander/nikolai) which became a comfort reread when i need to feel better by reading about familiar and intimate characters. the whole series (of monsters and men) is something i'm really proud of, even with its faults and misgivings, but that third and final part has left me with the biggest impact personally.

Tagging: i'll tag a few people (no pressure, it's only if you want of course!), but anyone else who see this and wanna do it too, have fun with it (and tag me! i wanna read about people <3)

@theonewiththeory, @ladyverdance/@greensaplinggrace, @inahandful-of-dust, @aloveforjaneausten, @fantomette22, @goatsandgangsters, @zizygy, @itsnotunfinisheditsmystyle

#tag game #my fic

[jacksepticeye-simp]

Do it for me? (Actor Mark x GN reader)

Requested: No

TWs: Attempted Bribery of a public offical (Failed) Implied smut? This is a little spicy so beware!

Inspired by a user on Tumblr who I've forgotten the username of, credits to them!

Description: Mark got himself into a tad bit of trouble with the authorities because of a..foolish misunderstanding. He realizes this is the perfect opportunity to make a move on you, the DA.

Mark paced around his manor anxiously, glaring down at his butler "HOW DID YOU GET ME CAUGHT WITH THE DAMN WEED?!" Benjamin flinched slightly, anxiously trying to think of something to help his employer. "Well..Don't you have a personal connection with the district attorney?" Benjamin stuttered out, gulping as Mark grabbed a glass of champagne from the tray he held. "You're right! I'm a genius! This stupid drug incident is the PERFECT chance to make my move on them! Benjamin go get my finest bottles of champange, and do decorate my room will you? I have a very special and charming attorney to..have a lovely chat with.." With those final words Mark quickly ran over to the telephone and started to dial your number.

You stood in front of the mansion doors, looking around at the outside decor. The hedges were all trimmed to resemble swans, drama masks or Marks equally as vain pet cat, how...intriguing? You couldn't find the right words to describe it in your head.

"Ah there you are, Master has been expecting you sir/madam. Just walk up the stairs and enter the largest door at the end of the hallway. He said he has important things to discuss with you." The butler stated, opening the doors and allowing you inside.

"Well he made it sound very urgent.." You replied, following the butlers instructions and entering Marks room. For some odd reason the lights were off and rose petals sat around the bed, scented candles on both nightstands..

"Mark? What the hell is this?" You asked, your gaze shifting towards Mark, laying sideways on the bed wearing nothing but his opened robe, a bucket of champagne covering his lower parts, to top it off he had a rose in his mouth.

"I needed to speak about some..important buisness with you my darling. Come closer?" He beckoned, grinning seductively.

You walked towards Mark who instantly shifted his position into an upright one, placing the bucket on the ground.

"What's the so called important business?" You demanded, staring at the man in front of you like he was a lunatic, which he might as well be..

"Y/N, I could give you anything your heart desires..I could pleasure you in ways that even you couldn't imagine..I could spoil you with treasures beyond your greatest dreams, I could give you so much money that you wouldn't even have to work another day in your life! Just drop my case and we have a deal!" Mark said, taking your hand and kissing it gently..

"Mark, I couldn't accept bribery.."

"Do it for me darling, please?" He pleaded, pulling you onto his lap and kissing your neck, making your face flush redder than the roses on the floor..

"Mark, I'm not dropping the case but I'll put in a good word for you. I trust that this is a misunderstanding." You said, clearing your throat and trying to sound professional

"Oh, well that works I guess.." He responded while smirking at your flushed state

"Good then, I assume we're done here then?" You asked as Mark thought for a moment.

"Darling..I know you're enjoying this." Mark whispered lowly into your ear, his voice smooth as velvet

"..Damn you're good.." You whispered as he soon pinned you underneath him

"Now my love, May I hear you screaming my name in pleasure?" You nodded eagerly as Mark grinned and started to strip.. This was going to be quite a long night..

#markiplier egos #iplier egos x reader #actor mark x reader #wkm actor mark #actor mark #x reader #tw spicy #gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n

[and-stir-the-stars]

Update:

I'm going on break from fanfic writing.

I've been having a, ah, complicated relationship with my writing, especially lately. It's been getting harder and harder to... not to write, exactly, but to feel happy about my writing. And I think part of the reason is lack of audience engagement.

I don't mean to say that I don't get comments on my fics-- I do, and I really appreciate all of them, especially the comments I've been getting from the regulars who read my fics. But they've all tended to be rather... surface level, I guess, and all the parts of my fics that I've been most proud of never seem to get talked about in the comments or anywhere else. It hurts. It's hard to remind myself that all my hard work and all my pride about my work wasn't for nothing, that my fics and how much effort I put into them didn't just get ignored and forgotten.

It's gotten to the point that every time I post something, I have awful mood swings afterwards. And every time I post a fic, I think "okay, well, I'm not satisfied with the amount of engagement I got on this fic, so I'm going to rush to make another one because maybe this next one will be good enough to get people talking about it" and get stuck in a loop where I keep pushing out fics before I'm wholly finished with them, just because I feel like I need to get something else out for my work to matter to anyone.

My hobbies are supposed to make me happy, not turn me into this anxious, bitter mess that I've been lately.

I'm not blaming anyone, of course; this is my own problem caused by my own dumb brain. I know that. But I've decided the best course of action in getting my brain to stop being dumb is to stop writing.

Or rather, to stop posting my writing, at least for now.

I need to remind myself of why I write, of why I enjoy writing. It shouldn't be for the comments that I get, but because I like the process, and my enjoyment of the process itself has gotten awfully tangled up in the comments I get.

I need to remind myself that I'm not writing all this stuff because I need to post it, but because I like writing.

So, I'm going to keep writing, but I'm not going to post anything for a while (the only exceptions will, maybe, be if anyone sends me a suggestion for a Collection chapter, but no one has at this point, so I don't need to worry about it yet). I'm not sure how long I'm going to stop posting just yet.

And, there's one more thing that I'm going to do to try making my writing feel like my own again. I'm going to go back through on all my fnaf one-shots and make a little bts for them: talk about all my favorite lines and scenes that no one mentioned, talk about all the easter eggs I was so proud of that no one noticed, talk about the inspiration behind scenes and dialogues and chapter titles that I wanted to talk with people about but never got to because no one pointed it out or asked about it.

I don't know if I'll post these little "director's cuts" for public consumption just yet-- just like for my fics, I don't want to post these director's cuts under the expectation/hope that I'll get a bunch of engagement when I do; i want it to be something i do for me -- but it feels important to me that I make them.

[lavender-dahlia]

A Cure; Part Two - The First Step

Can also be viewed on ao3 here.

Pt.1|Pt.2|Pt.3|Pt.4|Pt.5

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The heels of shoes can be heard clacking against the steel ground as someone approaches the workshop door. It slides open and they walk themself in further.

"Y/n! What a pleasure!" Jayce says, arms wide in greeting. The doctor rolls their eyes and walked closer to the large male with a slight limp in their walk.

"You're just happy to see me cause I brought food." They finally approach and lean up to give Jayce a la bise as a greeting. They then hand him a bag of food.

"Guilty as charged." Jayce teases. Y/n then scans the room to see Viktor, hunched over his work seeming to not have noticed the doctor's arrival. They make their way over to him, limping still, then placing a hand between his shoulder blades, making him startle a bit and look up at the culprit and relaxing a bit noticing who it was.

"Afternoon, Vik. I have brought lunch for my hard-working boys." They say with a smirk, dropping the second bag in a free space on Viktor's desk.

"How kind of you." He responded with a sweet smile gracing his lips making Y/n chest fill with warmth. Their smile goes wider before they then remove themselves from him to lean against his desk, crossing their bad ankle over their good one. The movement makes Jayce look down before a thought strikes and tumbles out of his mouth.

"I've been meaning to ask, how's the new leg treating you?" The question makes Viktor look back in confusion.

"Ah, it's been fine. Does start to hurt after quite a bit of walking but that's normal for anything I've ever had." The doctor responds making Viktor's eyes dart to them and widen in surprise.

"What?" He says breathlessly, Y/n's e/c eyes shift down to meet his honey ones with a raised brow.

"Wait, did we forget to ever tell him-" Jayce comments making Y/n's eyes widen.

"Oh my Gods, we did! Oh, I'm sorry Vik, I meant to tell you but it never seemed too terribly important so it kinda slipped my mind. I'm missing a leg." They say, raising their pant leg up to above their knee to reveal a fake leg made of mechanical bits and silver steel. They then drop their pantleg and give Viktor a crooked smile. "Lost it when I was 'bout thirteen or fourteen during the bridge war. Got caught up in an explosion and, viola, no more leg below my knee. I'm lucky that someone from Piltover found me and took me in to have me patched up. Not sure I would've made it very long if I'd been taken back to Zaun." Viktor had already known the part about them being from Zaun as well. His awestruck face when informed of that knowledge will be kept in their memory forever.

"Wow. You never cease to amaze me, Doctor." Were the only words he managed at the news of their missing leg. Said doctor smirks at this.

"I try to keep things interesting. Can have you going and getting bored of me now can I?" Viktor chuckles melodically.

"I suppose not, though I'm not sure I'm capable of being bored of you." Heat rises to Y/n's cheeks at this and they look in the other direction. This had been an unspoken game between the two where they not so subtly flirt with each other and see who looks away flustered first. The only reason they hadn't started dating yet is that both parties think that that's all it is to the other. A game. Both are severely wrong. Jayce then cleared his throat for the other side of the room, knocking both of their attention to him.

"Anyways, have any luck with that personal project of yours, doc?"

"Personal project?" Apparently, this had been yet another thing that Y/n had forgotten to inform Viktor about. Oopsies.

"Ah, yeah! So, you know how the Zaunians have been exposed to mining gases until recently? Well, some of them are dying from a lung disease caused by said gasses so," They continue, drawing the 'o' out. "I've been working on something that will hopefully cure said disease so no more people have to die from it." They finish beaming. "And, I think I'm close to a breakthrough!"

"I'm glad," Jayce says with a proud smile. Viktor on the other hand was looking at Y/n as if they had been an angel which had just descended before him.

"That is quite admirable if I do say so myself," Viktor says finally causing Y/n to look down at him with pure joy in their eyes before pushing off of his desk.

"Well, that's all I came here for. I'll leave you boys to your work now. I wish you luck." They say, ruffling Viktor's hair a bit as he turns back to face his desk before walking over to Jayce. They make eye contact and Jayce gives them a look, and they sigh silently knowing exactly what that look meant. They made it to the door and let it slide open before looking back over their shoulder. "Oh, and Viktor?" They say, a lump forming in the base of their throat as said man turns to look at them with curiosity. "I was wondering... If you would want to join me for dinner, my treat." His normally pale cheeks darken at this as his eyes dart across the doctor's face, frantically searching for any signs that they were messing with him once again but only found wavering confidence in their steady eyes. A shy smile spread across his lips before he responded.

"I would be happy to." He said finally, making the doctor's entire posture relax a twinge.

"Does tomorrow at eight work?" They ask receiving a nod from Viktor. "Good, good. I'll pick you up then." They say before turning and leaving from where they once entered, a huge, joyous grin plastered on their face, making no move on leaving its spot. Back in the lab, a bewildered Viktor looked to his partner who held a proud smirk.

"Did that just happen or am I dreaming?" The smaller one asked.

"Oh, that totally just happened." The other responded before getting back to his work. Viktor stayed stunned for a moment before also getting back to his work, his mind filled with thoughts about how tomorrow night would go.

#Viktor x reader #Arcane x reader #gn reader #gender neutral reader

[casspurrjoybell-29]

Forging Ties - Chapter 29 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

"I wasn't expecting you to come back by ship," Yore said as they headed back down the stairs. "Did you make some new friends?"

"Ah, yeah, quite a few of them," Slone said. "Ended up on the other side of the mountains and had to sail back."

"Sounds like quite the adventure. I thought it was impossible to sail that way, though."

"Well, what does impossible mean, really? Don't think anything's impossible, really. Not when there's magic."

"That's true."

"I'll let Hamish catch you up on the full story later. It's a good one." Slone offered Yore a smile as they stopped at the bottom of the stairs.

"You look good. You move different. Like it don't hurt."

"Ah. I'd been trying not to hobble around like an arthritic old man but I guess I failed."

"I'm your brother. I can tell when you're hurting."

"Well, you're right. I'm in a lot less pain these days. Fanner's already done so much for me. There are so many others who need his help, so I told him not to worry about me but he insisted on saving some energy and making time each evening to work on a part of my body. He said that it's his ability and helping me is how he wants to use it and I couldn't really argue with that."

Slone grinned.

"He's got you figured out, huh?"

"Seems like it. I do feel much better, though. I keep thinking I'm fine and then he'll fix something else and I'll realise just how much I was simply accepting. The other day he asked me if anything hurt and I said no. He sat me down and ran his hands over my body and then he asked if my neck ever hurt and I said yes. That my neck always hurts."

Yore shook his head.

"He looked so upset. He asked me why I'd lied to him about it. All I could tell him was that I hadn't. Not intentionally. Until he'd specifically mentioned it, I'd just forgotten that stiff achiness wasn't simply how having a neck felt."

"Damn. Guessing he fixed that?"

"Of course. I think that experience was good for us, though. The fact that he was able to express that hurt so openly and so clearly really matters. Since then, he's stopped just asking me to tell him what hurts. He has me lay down and really think about it or he has me do stretches until I find something stiff or painful. It's never a long search. I've just forgotten what normal is."

"You'll get there again. Sounds like he's determined."

"He is. He's going to take a few days off helping me to fix Duran's back now that he's home, though. He felt so bad that he didn't get to it. That he didn't make time for it. He just gets overwhelmed when there's too much going on and has trouble prioritising things."

"Yeah, I get that."

"You're alike in that way," Yore said. "Not so much in how you cope with it but I could always see when you were younger that you weren't being lazy. You'd just get overwhelmed or distracted, and you couldn't help that."

"Speaking of, I need your help with a few things," Slone said. "You got a few hours? It's kinda important."

"If it's for you and it's important, I can make time."

"Not for me exactly, but... ah, you'll see," Slone said. "Well, first off, we got a man on the ship named Perry. Nice guy. Smart. He wants to see about maybe having a permanent place here somewhere."

"I can certainly talk to him about that."

"That ain't the important part, though."

Slone pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and held it out to Yore.

"I borrowed this from one of Perry's notebooks. Didn't want to say anything to anyone unless I was one hundred percent sure but well... does this mean what I think it does?"

As Yore read what was written on the piece of paper, his eyebrows slowly lifted and his lips parted in shock.

"It sure does."

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Skye crouched down in the crowsnest and peered over the edge.

He had been considering going down and talking to Perry but then Slone had come back and he had a stranger with him and they were talking to Perry.

It sounded like they were going to take Perry from him and keep him here.

Where was Skye even supposed to go now that everyone else was going places and doing things?

Was he going to stay at this new place as well or would he just wait on the ship and leave with Miriam and whoever else when they sailed back?

He was Miriam's employee, so it made the most sense to stay with her he supposed but he really liked Duran and Hamish and Slone and Perry.

That was a lot of people to like and just sail away from.

But Miriam was his employer.

He had a job.

Maybe that didn't matter anymore, though.

How could he be a courier when he'd probably just wander off and never come back the first time he was on his own for too long?

Slone and the stranger ended their conversation with Perry but then instead of leaving the ship, they turned and walked towards the crowsnest.

As the stranger looked up at him, something sank like a rock in the pit of Skye's stomach.

Dark, wavy hair and amber eyes.

The man in front of him wasn't Nim but he looked enough like him that it made Skye's chest hurt.

"Go away," Skye said before Slone or the stranger could say anything.

"We just wanted to have a talk," Slone told him.

"No," Skye said, turning his back to them so that he didn't have to look at the stranger's face anymore.

"Your name's Skye, isn't it?" the stranger asked.

[eddsworld-enchanted-era]

~A long-forgotten memory...~

(i keep writing too much aaaaaa, anyhow, base is here, done by EddsWorld-Base, their stuff's fantastic!)

Red Leader is rummaging around a drawer, pulling out an old photographs.

He looks over it, a memory flicking into his mind.

"Heh, I remember this one." he smiles gently. Almost sadly.

"It was almost spring - April 9th, to be more specific," he begins to reminisce, "My little brother Edd had just bought us all a new house, and after getting all our stuff inside, we'd taken this picture to celebrate."

"But... time passes, and things change. A couple of years later, I moved out."

"I gave them the spiel about following my dreams, making it big... all a lie, of course. I'd come to visit for weeks at a time, so they wouldn't worry."

"Or, well, I told them it was so they wouldn't worry - spun some tale about how great my life was out there, how fun city life was, how I was really gaining a following."

"That... wasn't completely false. I had been gaining followers, just... not the kind who were there for any creative ventures. No, this was the beginning. Sowing the seeds of my political ideology."

"I'd needed people to help out, after all."

"And of course, the visits weren't at all for them, rather, it was for that stupid robot."

He sighs, "That thing was more trouble than it was worth, for something that went down in one shot."

"Maybe someday, I'll try it again. With modifications, obviously."

"But for now? I think just sending swaths of troops out to the surrounding countries and conquering them by force, merging their militaries into my own works fine." he ends his little monologue, still thinking himself to be alone.

He didn't even notice that anyone had come in, until...

"Red Leader? Who are you talking to?"

He jolts.

"Ah, no one, it isn't important! Now, what are you here for, soldier?"

"I just wanted to check in on the status of those forms you needed to-"

"Oh gods, the Danish." he mumbles, before taking his voice back to a standard volume, interrupting Patryck, "Yeah, yeah, I've been getting to it. Now go away."

Patryck just rolls his eyes and exits Red Leader's office, as Red puts the photograph back and sighs again.

#eddsworld #eddsworld enchanted era #eddsworld au #eddsworld fan era #mod robohoe #eddsworld edd #eddsworld matt #eddsworld tom #eddsworld tord #eddsworld red leader tord #eddsworld patryck #ewra #eddsworld red army #minific #eddsworld fanfic #eddsworld base #base edit #EddsWorld-Base

[lightlycareless]

hiiii !! Thank you for this weeks chapter !! It had me at the edge of my seat lol. I was closing the app, walking around my room and sitting back down to read some more😭😭

Also seeing yn act all flustered over Naoaki ?? 😭😭 she just like me Fr. I want him too girl 😫🙏 yn better than me bc I would’ve jumped on him and gotten killed off 😭😭

AND WHAT IS NAOAKI HDING FROM US??!! He lying??? He’s using yn??? What is going onnnnn 😭😭 Naoaki pleaseeee 😢😢 I

Also naoya ???!!!! I literally feared for my girl when he asked her to come to his room 😭😭 but he’s so evil. The way he was caressing her just to do a whole 180 😭 he’s SICKKK … 😢 I fear my love for naoya is just disappearing… I still love him tho.. . I just cannot find it in me to forgive his ass 😭

And the subtle hint to tojiii?!?!???? One thing about me is I’m a toji simp before I am anything else 😫 I love that man. And I love how jinichi wasn’t really trying to get yn in trouble or anything. She did not need that in the moment 😢😢

Anyways I hope your break goes well 💓💓 you deserve to rest . Thank you for writing such long chapters for us 😊😊 love them!!

-👾

Hello 👾 anon!!!!

Sorry for the late reply! I've been doing things here and there, mainly because I'm slowly starting to get busy with my work, but we here now!!

I'm so glad you liked the new chapter!!! And that it evoked that kind of reaction from you hahahahah I was sooo nervous, mainly because I thought everyone was expecting something different? But at the end of the day, it's important to stay with my original vision of the story and go from there :3

Awww writing a flustered Y/N was like a dream!!! I always liked that kind of trope when it comes to romance, because I guess some of us have been in that position that feel as if we gonna do something to mess the friendship up hahaha but I also like the other side of the spectrum—I wonder if we'll see it in this fic?

AND I DONT KNOW 😭😭 I DONT KNOW WHY JINICHI WAS COMFORTABLE TELLING Y/N THAT I mean, ah, he probably was having like a moment of weakness, you know? He saw his brother's room being noticed and he was like ok, maybe I'm not the only one that has forgotten about my brother (Even though Y/N doesn't know who Toji is lmao) she was probably the first person in a long time he's to spoken about Toji. EITHER WAY THERE IS SUCH A THING CALLED OVERSHARING and she certainly didn't need that right now.

But I gotta say, I like putting hints about Toji here and there hehe and I'm glad you liked them! I feel like you can't talk about the Zen'in without mentioning him (considering how the clan basically exists because he allowed it lmao)

Now onto the shock of the season: Naoaki. 🥺 I'm going to haunt him for the rest of his life if he decides to do something wrong towards Y/N, but there's no denying he's been doing so much for her 😭 why must he confuse us like this :'(

And finally... Naoya. I wanted to portray his delusions hahahah how distracted he can get when things are seemingly going his way, only to fall right back down to reality. He just does bad things over and over again, I'm finding it hard to like him too but omg I guess I'm holding on because he's handsome (AND I GOTTA SAY, NOT THE MOST HANDSOME ZEN'IN SO HE'S ON THIN ICE) but yeah, that was unnecessary cruel from him :( he likes to say that he cares about Y/N but then does that shit 🙄 no wonder she likes Naoaki more and more each day.

But we shall see what happens next chapter :3 I feel like I say this allot, but the next chapter is like hand down, one of the moments I've been wanting to write since the beginning of the story, and I hope to pull it off!! I can't wait for you to read it ❤ (and after that, a break!!)

Thank you so much for coming back dear 👾 anon, your feedback is certainly one that I'm looking forward to after each update 🥰I hope to continue getting your support for the rest of the story 🥺❤

Take care, have a wonderful week, and see you soon!!

#ask #ask series: first it hurts— #👾 anon

[unproduciblesmackdown]

well once again i’ve sat and made a clumsy gif from stuff i already drew that i’d just especially visualized in motion…another little contribution to whomever from whomever this is [me]

#pretend the total clumsiness is uhhh part of the Charm that is so integral to my brand all the time #like how the original color of the lineart flickers in a bit despite my using a 300px brush to make it the dark purple...round of applause #ah well the important thing is that i've forgotten how long i've been working on this...i don't look at the clock with these things but it's #been at least uhhh 8 hrs. probably close to 12 but with my terrible focus that never means a full 12 hrs of work #corned beef #froster #idk...i think green is a sweet color but maybe that's just my pastoral inclinations. but any color is whatever we say it is so #since it took so long i inevitably had something drudge up nervous/gross feelings for a min...you know how it is if you know how it is #went and watched a horror movie to either vent the tension or just distract from it for long enough to get into some other mood #i have one of those special depression weeks or whatever...i'm extra depressed on top of being extra depressed on top of being #depressed for probably most of my life...least i can do is let myself make a gif that's been sitting in my head since i drew it #that whole page was mostly just me trying to put movement into some form of paneling #and like i said...always but especially recently if i have a whim of something i'd like to make i just go ahead and make it. might as well #emkay

[kittycatkrissa]

A Night To Remember.

Iida Tenya/Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta x Reader

Hey everyone! Today September 10th is my birthday! I also just hit 600 followers! Thank you to everyone who follows me I love and appreciate you all very much!

Here is my contribution to the second BNHA Hangout fic collab! Here is the Link to the collab masterlist! Please go and check all of the amazing fics out!

This month's NSFW there was sexual firsts! I originally didn't want to participate in this collab because I couldn't think of an idea that wasn't totally cliché. As you can see I had an idea I liked and the first I chose was:

First time having a threesome!

I hope you all enjoy my very smutty fanfic! (This is also my first time writing for Iida!

Please please comment and let me know what you think! I do have a Taglist! Message/comment/send an ask to be added! I'll do a Google form eventually.

CW: Cuckolding, group sex, name calling, swearing

All characters portrayed in this fic are over the age of 18!

Thank you so much for reading and enjoy!

"Oh, don't worry about me beautiful, I'm going to sit right here and watch."

Your boyfriend's words washed over you as one of your good friends crouched between your splayed legs, and another had his hands all over your chest, squeezing and groping the bulging flesh. Your brain was in a tizzy, trying to figure out what in the hell had gotten you here in the first place.

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"Come on Y/n, just tell me. You know I'm not going to make fun of you or anything." Tenya urged softly in your ear. You knew he was right; whatever you told him you wanted, he would try to give you.

You and Tenya were curled up in your living room,  the light from the TV flickering on the walls as he bugged you. You had been talking about porn and the most cliché kinks that were often used in porn productions. The conversation eventually turned to the group sex trope and your argument about how unrealistic they usually were. As you talked, Tenya called you out on how you blushed when you spoke about group sex. He accused you of being interested in the kink to which you completely shut down and stopped talking. He was now trying to get you to admit to your secret fantasy.

"Oh..fine. It's just a fantasy, but… I've always wanted to try it.. you know, being with more than one person." Your voice trailed off at the end so that he could barely hear you, but he managed to catch all of it.

"Oh?" Tenya buried his face behind your ear and dropped his voice into a whisper. "I never would have suspected you would have such dirty thoughts and fantasies." He teased you softly but tightened his arms around you to show that he was just teasing. You blushed and protested, and the conversation continued until it faded into your subconscious.

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"Tenya? You're back early, how was patrol?" You smiled from the couch as you saw your fiance coming into your shared apartment. He took off his shoes at the door before stepping into the living room and walking up to you.

"Patrol went well; nothing of importance happened, so I came home early." He leaned down and cupped your face in his hands before kissing you passionately. That's one thing that you always loved about Tenya's kisses; he kissed you like you were his last meal, and you loved each and every one.

"Are you sure? You never come home early from patrol." You raised your eyebrow at him suspiciously after he broke the kiss. In all your years of knowing and dating Tenya, you never knew him to be the kind of person to skip out on patrol early. He only smiled and ruffled your hair, planting another reassuring kiss on your temple.

"I'm sure princess, nothing happened." He promised as he sat down next to you, drawing you under his arm to snuggle against his side. You gladly obliged, loving how you fit perfectly against him. You nuzzled into his chest as he told you about his shift, and you spoke briefly about your very relaxing day. Over the next few hours, you tried to probe him about why he actually came home early. Tenya was never good at lying to you, but he was definitely worse at keeping things from you; the minute you started bugging him, he caved.

"Ok, I planned something for tonight, and I wanted to get out early to make sure everything goes well," Tenya grumbled softly. Your eyes lit up excitedly at the idea of him going out of his way to surprise you and proceeded to attack him with questions about what he had planned. This time Tenya wouldn't budge; despite your whining and begging, he did not divulge his plans.

You bugged him throughout dinner, desperately wanting to know what he had planned, but all he did was smile. "I've told you too much already; you'll find out soon enough." He murmured softly as he washed the dishes after you both ate. Once the kitchen was cleared up, you two ended up on the couch with a movie playing in the background. The sound faded as you sat comfortably between Tenya's long legs with his arms wrapped around your middle. Eventually, Tenya's attention turned from the movie as he started kissing the back of your neck. You relaxed into your fiance's broad chest, letting his kisses and the soft touch of his fingers make you shiver as he trailed them up and down your skin.

The way he touched you always made electric shivers go right up your spine. Most people saw Tenya as this uptight hero, a stick in the mud stickler for rules and regulations, but they didn't know him at all. Tenya was playful, affectionate, and a very sensuous lover. He knew your body inside and out; every sensitive spot that you had was intimate knowledge that he prided himself on. He was the only one out of all the boyfriends you had that could get you wound up with only a few well-placed touches.

Tonight was no different as the movie was quickly forgotten in favor of Tenya's long slender fingers creeping up your plush thigh. His hot breath crept down your neck as his fingers reached the soft material that covered your quivering slit.

"So good for me tonight, Princess.." He whispered in your ear, eliciting a whimper from you as his fingers found your clit. He applied slight pressure as he rubbed small circles over the outside of your panties. Soon you were grinding your hips in slow circles, trying to yield more pressure from his fingers. All Tenya did was tut softly and pull his fingers back, depriving you of his touch.

"Ah, ah, you know better than that." You whined softly, arching your hips towards where you thought his fingers were. You were so desperate for any contact, but you found nothing as he kept his touch away from you until you stopped squirming.

"Stop wiggling, Princess, you'll get it when I give you permission." Tenya reminded you dangerously, his deep voice sending a jolt right to your core. He brought his fingers back to where they were stimulating you above your panties, his soft pressured movements returning to drive you crazy.

Tenya's fingers easily brought you to teeter torturously on an orgasm's precipice. Your body trembled against him as you fought the urge to move and chase the friction from his fingers, but he pulled them away once more. You whimpered softly and squeezed your thighs together, but it didn't help; you needed him to finish you off, which frustrated you to hell.

"Be patient, Princess, I've got a little surprise for you." As if on cue, the doorbell rang, and Tenya called for whoever it was to come in. The voices that you heard announcing themselves sent a shock through your system, almost killing the horny buzz you had going on.

"Iida, hey! Thanks for inviting us over. Hey Y/n!" Your friend Kaminari Denki announced as he walked into the living room with Sero Hanta. You had been friends with the two for years, ever since high school.

"Tenya, what..?" Tenya cut you off by dipping his fingers back against your panties. You cried out, scrambling to push his hand away, but he was too strong for you. You sat embarrassed as Kaminari and Sero watched with lust-filled eyes.

"Damn she's all worked up just like you promised." You heard one of them comment as you groaned in embarrassment, still trying to push your fiance away.  Tenya wound an arm around your waist, holding you against his chest to prevent you from getting up.

"Don't be rude, Princess," Tenya rumbled in your ear. "Are you going to be good for us tonight?" He asked softly, letting his fingers trail up and down your sides. Your gaze strayed to your two friends who stood in front of the couch and watched you with bated breath. While you thought, Tenya trailed his fingers back down to your thighs, which he pried apart to drag his fingers up and down your slit. You gasped softly as the pleasure pulled your attention back to Tenya, who chuckled at the sharp sound.

"Look at how ready she is." Tenya looked up at Kaminari and Sero, whose eyes were wide as your fiance hooked his fingers in your panties' waistband to pull them down. Sero and Kaminari watched as the scrap of lace was pulled away from your slit, and it was apparent just how ready for them you were. You weren't sure if it was Tenya's fingers that made you so goddamn horny or if it was the realization that Kaminari and Sero weren't just here to watch. Still, you felt your heat clench in desperate need.

"A-are you sure about this, Iida?" Kaminari stuttered softly, his eyes flickering between you two on the couch. Tenya only smirked, letting his fingers dip into the glistening wetness and trail upwards before lifting his hand to show the gooey slick that you were producing.

"Oh yes, I'm sure she's going to behave, aren't you, Princess? Maybe I'll even let you cum tonight." He dropped his voice low for that last part, knowing how his voice's timbre made you shiver.

"Y-yes, Sir…" You stuttered out, not entirely sure what you agreed to, but you knew that Tenya would always take care of you. You jolted as your attention was drawn to the hand that was making its way up your leg. Looking up, you realized that Sero had sat down on the couch in front of you. A beautiful shade of red crept onto your cheeks as you finally understood what was happening.

"Fuck, it's smooth as silk, just like you said." Sero pointed out as his touch crept up your thigh. Apprehension showed behind your eyes as you tensed at Sero's touch, causing Tenya to tut softly in your ear.

"They came all this way for you, Princess, don't you want them to touch you?" He whispered softly in your ear, planting soft kisses on the tender flesh behind it as he heard your breath catch at the thought. You nodded quickly, relaxing your muscles and trying not to arch upwards in search of Tenya's touch again. You failed miserably with a whimper to which you heard a chuckle and a familiar tutting sound.

"No, Princess, I won't be touching you anymore tonight." Instead, Tenya slid out from behind you in a simultaneous move, leaving you to drop to the cushions below. Sero dove forward between your spread legs; you yiped indignantly when you hit the cushions and turned your head to glare at Tenya, who settled himself on the armchair. He leaned forward, threading his fingers together and leaning his chin on his clasped hands with a smirk in your direction.

Sero's arms came around your splayed thighs and held them open as he dove towards your wet heat. Any words that you thought you were going to say disappeared as Sero's tongue made contact with your pink flesh. All those conversations you had with your old classmates about Sero's oral skills came rushing back to you. You gasped as the warm muscle moved up to your swollen clit, which Tenya made sure was standing at attention. Kaminari didn't want to be left out and sat down behind you, occupying the spot left by Tenya a few moments ago.

"Hi, Sunshine." He said softly in your ear, scooting right behind you as he pulled you against his chest. You shivered at his soft voice in your ear, so different from Tenya's, but it had the same effect in this state. His hands started on your waist and moved upwards under your shirt, savoring every inch of your skin until he reached your chest. You thought you heard a small whimper once Kaminari's fingers made contact with your breasts.

The way his fingers were so hesitant as they cupped and squeezed them was adorable. Your thoughts couldn't linger too long on how Kaminari was touching you as Sero found your clit and locked his lips around it. His tongue slithered expertly around the sensitive bud, which throbbed with pleasure as your body turned to jelly. It was a good thing that Kaminari was holding you up; otherwise, you would probably have sunk down into the couch.

Your body writhed in pleasure, causing you to miss the look exchanged between Tenya and Sero. Sero's expert tongue was unlike anything you felt before; he knew exactly how to build you up and leave you dangling on the precipice of orgasm. He explored every inch of you slowly, the wiggling muscle reaching so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars by the time it pulled out. You didn't spot the look that Tenya gave him, but you did feel him slow down, reducing the bubbling orgasm to a slow simmer.

"Mmmm, not yet, baby, don't think I don't know when you're about to cum." You whined softly at Tenya's accusation, cursing that he stopped Sero from making you cum. You opened your mouth to argue, but you felt two fingers grip your chin and pull you into a soft, warm kiss. Kaminari's kisses were sweet as summer rain; no wonder he was so popular in school.

"Good girl." Tenya praised you from his chair as you whimpered into Kaminari's kiss. You felt Sero move from between your legs, and Kaminari broke the kiss long enough for you to look curiously at the both of them. Was that it, were they done? You whined softly and looked at Tenya, who was watching you with lust in his eyes.

Tenya loved seeing you like this, so desperate and needy for cock. Usually, it was his cock you were needy for, so it was quite different seeing you lust for someone else's. You watched Sero wipe his face with a grin, showing that he very much enjoyed himself as he tapped the side of your hips with your free hand.

"Face down, ass up, babe." Sero was buzzing with excitement, he'd been itching to fuck you since high school. When Iida approached him and Denki about his plan, they were both dumbfounded. They considered themselves extremely lucky to be in this delicious position.

You looked up at him with your brows furrowed and looked over at Tenya, still smirking. "You heard him, Princess." He twirled his finger, motioning for you to turn over onto your stomach as instructed. You looked up at Kaminari last, who cupped your cheek with a smile.

"Please, Sunshine? We'll make you feel good, I promise." He whispered softly as he leaned down to kiss you again. Kaminari's sweet plea urged you to turn over. You stretched your stiff limbs before flipping over, pushing your hips up slowly until your ass was sticking up in the air. You heard Sero groan behind you and felt a hand land lightly on your ass before rubbing it softly.

Kaminari smoothed your hair back gently as he pumped his hard cock in his hand. Your head was at the perfect dick-sucking height, and he was not about to miss this opportunity. "Why don't you blow me sunshine?" He asked sweetly. You laughed; only Kaminari could make such a request sound sweet.

He shuffled forward a few inches so that you could comfortably lift your head and take him into your mouth. The moment your lips made contact, he groaned, having to resist the urge to thrust forward into your wonderful mouth.

"Fuckkk," Kaminari leaned back, one hand threading in your hair, the other trying to find purchase on the cushions. A groan vibrated his chest as he was completely enveloped by your wet mouth. His cock was always extra sensitive, and the way your tongue pressed up against the underside of his shaft was making him grit his teeth in pleasure.

Sero's cock throbbed as he watched Kaminari almost come undone from how your mouth felt. The brunette was more than eager as he pumped his hand up and down on his throbbing length. His attention turned to your soaking wet heat, staring him in the face; he could sit there underneath you all day if Iida would let him.

You didn't have too much time to think about anything as you felt Sero's hand on your ass and his tip prodding at your slit. He seemed so eager by how he gripped your soft skin, soon his grip tightened, and he slammed forward, sheathing himself fully inside you. You cried out in surprise; he wasn't as big as Tenya but longer than you anticipated. He reached so deep that his first thrust sent you further down on Kaminari's cock.

"Fuck...she clenched just now when your cock hit the back of her throat." Sero pointed out, making you blush brightly. You were thankful that your face was hidden so you could hide your embarrassment. The electric blond's hand moved to the top of your head to thread his fingers in your soft locks, allowing him to control how quickly you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

"Shit...not so fast, Sunshine... I wanna enjoy this." He hissed as he gripped your hair, slowing your bobbing head. Sero's thrusts suddenly picked up, and you felt how hard his hips slammed against your ass, the sound echoing around you. The noises coming from your throat as you tried to focus on Kaminari as Sero plowed you were sinful, each one sent the brunette's cock driving deeper inside of you. His length throbbed as your walls clenched, milking his cock and making sure that he wouldn't last long. Kaminari started wiggling too, your wet mouth, and the expert way you moved your tongue around his shaft was making his whimper.

Tenya watched you, your back arched, and your skin flushed as pleasure obviously coursed through you. He could tell from the way your hips bounced back against Sero's thrusts and how you bobbed your head up and down despite the grip he had on your hair. His two colleagues were almost finished, their muscles tense, and their faces screwed up with how they held themselves back from cumming.

"Remember what we agreed on, you two," Iida warned quietly. You barely heard him above the sounds of sex that surrounded you. Sero and Kaminari cursed aloud, which you did hear, right before both of their thrusts quickened, Sero thrust so hard inside of you that you felt your thighs and ass jiggle from the force. Kaminari moved his hand from your hair to cup each side of your face and start thrusting into your throat as a loud groan came from his chest. Their cocks moved like a machine back and forth inside of you before they both pulled out, shooting their cum over your silky skin.

"How was that, Princess? Did we fulfill all your fantasies?" Tenya asked in a soft voice. He nuzzled the back of your head softly, burying his face in your still-wet hair. You hummed in agreement, smiling and turning your head as much as you could to kiss him.

You didn't know much of what happened after they came until you were being drawn into Tenya's arms, his soft voice against your ear as he praised you for how good you were tonight. Sero and Kaminari must have left, but you couldn't say when. You were so exhausted that you barely felt the bath Tenya drew for you to clean you up and weren't cognisant until you were wrapped in his strong arms in your bed.

"It was amazing, thank you, baby. I can't believe you all pulled that together." You mumbled tiredly, snuggling deeper into the soft blankets.

"Anything for you, Princess, now get some sleep."

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Cottage Hills : The Red Chamber Part V

The Manuscript of Nehemiah

With all his magical ingredients and apparatus back in his possession, and the manuscript in his hands, Won can finally accomplish the work that he came here to do, since he arrived last year. But what is this manuscript? What's written in it and why did Won come all this way to get it ?

Won:

"At long last! The manuscript of Nehemiah, grand patriarch of the Moshus! I've come all this way, and now, thanks to you, Moguai, I finally have it! Now we can make these thieves pay for what they've done to my family!"

Moguai:

"Now that the manuscript of your great ancestor, Nehemiah is back where it belongs, in the hands of a Moshu, you can finally right the wrong that was done to your ancestors all those centuries ago. The manuscript was written by Nehemiah himself. And contains his very own recipe for making the most lethal potion in the world, the Black Cup. Better known as Death in a Bottle..."

Won:

"These fools may have the Golden Cup, which will protect them from lesser poisons, but even the Golden Flower's powers are useless against the finality of cold, brutal, instant death! "

The Next Day...

Old Acquaintances

As mid autumn rolls around, the town is busy preparing for the annual Mid Autumn Hotpot at the square, when who should come by the Cooper Farm but old friends, Eva and Oak, the scientists who saved Rod's life in the Simalayas last winter. He introduces them to his family, and catches them up on the miraculous happenings after his return to town.

Rod:

"Eva! Oak! You've come! Meet my wife and son. This is Lillia, and Rick."

Eva:

"Hello Tiger Spirit! It is wonderful to see you again. Your hometown is beautiful, like you said. Nice to finally meet you Lillia. We have heard much about you from Rod. We've come bearing gifts today. As promised, we come with medicine, made from the Golden Flower, which your husband found, but in an act of true nobility, gave to us. We are here to repay that debt"

Rod:

"Thank you, friends, but there is no need. As you can see, Lillia is well now. By some miracle, I believe the Goddess came to me in a dream, and planted the flower in my garden! Our local healer was able to use it to make a cure after all!"

Oak:

"My! That is tremendous news indeed! You are indeed very blessed! We must meet this healer!"

Rod:

"Of course! I shall bring you to see her later. For now, let me show you around the town! The Mayor would probably like to meet you too."

The Return of You-Know-Who

At Rose Square the mayor is currently overseeing preparations for the annual Mid Autumn Hotpot tomorrow as villagers help to set up the large iron pot and put up the lights and decorations. Every year, the townsfolk gather in the square and everyone brings an ingredient to add to the hot pot, followed by a hike up the mountain to see the full moon. The preparations are interrupted by Harris, who's come to tell everyone to stop.

Harris:

"Alright, listen up everyone. After the strange fire last night at the constabulary, Ellen was found unconscious in the church, and is currently recovering in the clinic. We have reason to believe that these are not isolated incidents and that You-know-who has returned. It is therefore unwise to go ahead with such gatherings. As such, everyone is advised to return to your homes for your safety immediately. Thank you everyone."

Mayor Thomas :

"Now, hold on a minute, son. I understand you're just being cautious but there's no need to make everyone panic. After all, there's no proof that any of this has to do with you-know-who, and-"

Harris :

"Father, with all due respect, the villager's safety is of the utmost importance. Until You-know-who is found, he will pose a constant threat to the town and I- We, must always be vigilant."

Just then, in the midst of their heated discussion, Rod arrives and introduces Eva and Oak. The Mayor, glad for the interruption, asks them to stay for tomorrow night's festivities, as the rest of the villagers continue with their preparations.

Mayor Thomas:

"Ah! So you are Rod's friends from the mountain! Rod has told us so much about you! Well, you two are heroes! And dear friends of the town! If you have no pressing matters to attend to, you simply must stay as our honoured guests and attend the festival tomorrow! The moon this autumn is particularly round, a very good omen!"

Harris:

"Father, please, I must insist that -"

Mayor Thomas:

"Alright, that's quite enough son. Your pursuit of Won has become a bit of an obsession of late, I must say. I think the villagers have had enough of all this you-know-who business and fear-mongering, when its clear that he's gone, and he's not coming back. The Goddess clearly watches over us! We must believe and never give in to fear! After all, He hasn't been seen for a year now, and the Goddess has blessed us with the Golden Cup, what's the worse you-know-who can do now even if he does return? "

Harris:

"Father! This isn't about fear! Have you forgotten what he did to us, and how much suffering he caused last year? Yes we are lucky to have the Golden Cup, but I'm duty bound to protect our town. Just because we've been unable to find him, doesn't mean he's gone. What if he's the one who hurt Ellen? "

Rod:

"Hurt her? What happened to Ellen?"

Harris:

"Last night she was found unconscious in the church. We don't know the exact reason why, but she's being examined by Dr. Tim as we speak...poor Ellen...how could all this happen in one night? "

Mayor Thomas:

"... Nobody blames you for what happened , you know... I know you mean well but.. "

Harris:

"At any rate, this festival cannot go on, its too risky, and..."

Mayor Thomas and Harris continue to disagree, and as Eva and Oak look into the serene face of the Goddess Statue behind them, they exchange concerned expressions. They have no idea who Harris and Mayor Thomas are talking about, but whoever he is, he seems to have the townspeople all worked up. They've come just in the nick of time it seems...

That Night...

The Autumn Moon

Back in You-Know-Who's hideout, Won is putting together the deadly ingredients for the Black Cup, and as he waits for the most important ingredient, he and Moguai discuss their diabolical plans.

Moguai:

"In the hot pot? Surely you jest."

Won:

"Not at all! It's perfect! Every autumn, these fools gather at the square and they all share from a pot of broth, laughing and cajoling and merry-making. It's the most vile thing I've ever seen, honestly. Pass me that bottle of newt's eyes, will you? They're probably making preparations for it as we speak. Now that we've gotten rid of that meddling Elmsley hag, this will be a breeze! I'll just freeze time long enough to add just a few drops of the Black Cup into their pot and...well, dinner is served!"

Moguai:

"Yes that's all well and good, but are you sure you have everything you need to make the Black Cup? The festival is tomorrow is it not?"

Won:

"Oh, yes, Moguai, yes we do. Not to worry. We have just enough to make one, which is all we need for now. As we speak, the last ingredient is on its way. Look up there, we have by act of providence, the biggest full moon we've seen in years this autumn equinox! When it reaches its highest point in the sky, I will call on its power to complete the potion! Sweet revenge is mine at long last!"

A Lamb to Slaughter

Meanwhile, Zack begins to worry about Olkan again. With a moon this big out, it seems Olkan's transformations are becoming longer and more violent. Zack goes out looking for him, just to make sure he's alright and not causing trouble. This time, however, he seems to have strayed a little far from their home in the wrong direction, and has stumbled into a strange part of the woods that he does not recognise. He sees some strange totems hanging in between two rocks. Unfamiliar with their significance, and drawn by curiosity, he walks through them...

As a Servo, Won's wards of concealment have no effect on him and he's able to just slip through, and Won's hideout is laid bare before him. Poor Zack soon stumbles upon Won and Moguai, and can't believe what he's hearing. He overhears Won talking about what they did to Ellen, and about his plans to somehow kill everyone in town by putting a lethal poison in the town's hot pot tomorrow! As Zack tries to override his panic function and execute his focusing program, so he can think about what to do next, he realises that they've stopped talking, and an eerie, suffocating silence hangs in the air...

Moguai:

"Hush! Someone has slipped through your wards. I smell a rat.... There! Below! He's heard us! Seize him!"

Zack turns to run, back to town to try and warn someone, anyone, and to tell them what Won is up to. But he doesn't get very far...

Moguai:

"And just where do you think you're going?"

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[lovelywingsart]

Forgotten Memory

-- Karl Heisenberg X OC (AFAB, She/They) --

So I did a few sketches of Emelia meeting the other lords(and Dimitrescu daughters) a while ago, and I threw in a little something for the Moreau one- well, here's what's basically the small follow-up that I teased for that one.

**Small reminder that I have a small 'Masterlist' for these!**

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*Warning?: Lost/regained memory, mentions of wanted parenthood, angst kinda?

Summary: A small, interesting discovery is made during a first visit to Lord Moreaus domain, leading to a heartbreaking revelation.

Emelia was silent. They had returned from her first visit with Moreau, and she had to admit, the 'Fish Man' was kind and rather fun to be around despite Heisenbergs dislike of him. The metal man in question sat at a separate table behind her, tinkering with what she could assume was an experimental piece for the Soldats with his hair in it's normal 'bun' for physical work. But her focus wasn't on him. No, it was on the tape Moreau had excitedly let her borrow. It lay on the corner of the table she had been sitting at, and though she had previously been sketching plans, she was unable to concentrate. Simply finding it at the watermill sent a chill of recognition down her spine, and she couldn't get that familiarity out of her head. It was as if it triggered... something. But she didn't know what, exactly. The cover of the movie alone was scarily familiar, but... she didn't know.

And so, here she sat in silence, staring at the cover of the yellowed and somewhat grimy case, picking at her brain for any possible lead. Not even the occasional German swearing behind her shook her from the concentrated phase she was in as Heisenberg caused a tiny shock among the wires he was currently fiddling with. She had been staring at it since she picked it up... She barely looked away from it on the way back to the factory, nearly tripping over multiple things while Heisenberg practically led her around. But she couldn't quite put her finger on why it was so familiar.

She was suddenly jerked out of her trance as she heard a rather loud 'FUCK', and she turned to see Heisenberg looking at his hand.

"Are you alright...?" She asked quietly. He shook his head, sticking a bleeding finger in his mouth.

"Eh, I'm fine... damn thing shifted on me." He muttered. She was silent for a moment, seemingly spacing out until she spoke again.

"Would you like a bandage...?"

"Nah, I'll be fine." He shrugged, inspecting the digit once more before looking at the thing on his desk. "Wouldn't be the first time I've had the threat of losing a body part." His tone was almost thoughtful as he shifted his left leg. He then turned to face her. "What the hell is with YOU, anyway? You haven't stopped staring at that thing since we left the ugly freak. Usually you'd yell at me to wear gloves."

"Because you should..." Emelia rolled her eye slightly, "And he's a kind man, Karl. Don't be mean." she huffed, shaking her head as he muttered something under his breath. "No, I... I'm fine. Just thinking, is all."

"Ah. Well, don't hurt yourself." He smirked, turning back to his work as she glared at him.

"Twit..." she muttered, her eyes drifting back to the tape. She swore there was something about it...

She finally reached for it, holding it somewhat close to her face. She studied every detail. Every curve of the title letters. Every bit of the scenery. It wasn't until she turned it around to read the back that she paused, her brain picking out a few words to focus on. She simply closed her eye for a moment, only for something... a scene... to flash in her mind;

A woman stood in bright, almost entirely white scenery, holding a small child on her hip. Her other hand held that of an older child, and the childs other hand was held by a man. They seemed... happy. But she couldn't tell... The faces were simple blurs. She could only tell by the distant sound of laughter as the man and woman embraced, the two children huddling to them with giggles. The woman, she noticed, wore her hair longer with a ponytail to the side. No other features were clear. There was a sadness as the scene began to fade away, even as she desperately tried to clear the faces of the individuals.

Emelia jerked into reality once more with a gasp, making the man behind her jump with a startled swear.

"Fucking-" He started, shaking his hand again before looking at her with an irritated grunt. "What now???"

She stared at the tape in silence for a few seconds more before setting it down carefully and pushing herself to stand.

"N-Nothing, I..." she started, her voice wavering just slightly. Heisenbergs irritation all but disappeared as he watched her, switching to confusion.

"Emelia? What's wrong?" He asked, but she shook her head.

"I-I'm fine, I..." she tried, finally just running her hand through her hair and walking towards the door off to the side. "I'm just... tired. I'm going to sleep."

"... Oh." He replied, his confusion still evident. "Make sure you wake up, then."

She couldn't help but crack a small smile. It was always his way of saying 'sleep well'.

"I'll try."

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Oddly enough, the bed wasn't too comfortable.

Emelia lay on her back, her arms behind her head while staring up at the dark ceiling. She had changed into her casual 'night' attire, thinking she could think better with the light off... But it only clouded her mind. The scene she saw kept playing in her mind. Who were these people? Why did she see them?? She let out a frustrated groan, moving her hands to rub her face. It had to have been a memory, right...? Was she one of the children? Was she remembering her family before this? Of course she had remembered small things as a child, merely second-long snippets of a foggy past that still wasn't entirely clear. COULD she have been one of the children?? While the thought should have calmed her, it only made her question more. If it WAS her original family, why couldn't she see the faces? She should have at least been able to remember her own... Not to mention the scenery itself was entirely different than she ever remembered... None of her memories were ever pure light. Something wasn't sitting right... But she thought back to the children she saw. They were happy... Laughing. They were all laughing a pleasant laugh, even the two adults, who she assumed were the parents. It was the joy of the scene that managed to calm her, and she couldn't help but chuckle from the silliness of it all.

She froze.

Wait.

She gave a confused hum, almost trying to repeat the chuckle. She then thought back to the memory, watching and rewatching the scene in her head, her muscles suddenly tense. Her attention was soon drawn to the woman. The woman's laugh seemed familiar as her face slowly became visible. Almost TOO familiar. It was almost like... Wait, that... Was...

No.

She bolted into an upright position once she saw the womans face clearly, her eye wide as the scene suddenly became uncomfortably clear.

The adult woman was HER.

But why?? HOW???

She threw the covers off her legs and pushed herself away from the bed, nearly ripping the door open with a burst of strength. She nearly ran down the steps, her breathing halted. How could that have been her? How could those memories be hers? She was older in that scene than she remembered to previously have been before all of this, and there was very clearly no sign of childbearing on her own body that she saw or knew of. Hell, she never thought she had BEEN with anyone like 'that' until recently, how could-

She startled Heisenberg once more as she pushed open the door to the workshop, making him jump as she briskly made her way back to the desk she had been sitting at. He spoke to her, but she couldn't hear him as she grabbed the tape and stared at it. Her... A family... Smiling, happy...

Another vision played in her mind, this one she had been familiar with. She was a child, tugging the apron of what she always assumed was her mother. 'Can we? Please?' Her small voice asked. She was a quiet child, that much she assumed from the memories she had unlocked before. She was already greeted with a kind smile as her faceless mother nodded. This memory she had seen, and it was always the same; she led the mother over, sitting on a fluffy couch in front of a large TV. A movie always played, but she couldn't see it... Until now. It was the same movie she currently physically held. But something changed... It was as if a new reel of film was cleaned in her mind, and she saw herself look up at the mother she cuddled to at the point where the memory would have cut off. 'I want a family like that!' She heard herself say excitedly. 'Just like that?' The mother asked, her voice warped somewhat. Emelia watched her child self nod. 'Yeah, a big one, just like that.'

It was then that the previous image of her older self played, vaguely hearing her child-self speak of her own family hopes over the laughter. And that's when it hit her with a wave of brokenhearted nausea. THAT'S why it was so bright... So happy... The vision wasn't a 'memory' at all. No...

It was a DREAM.

A dream...

No.

It was a goal.

A life goal her child-self had.

A goal stripped mostly once she joined the corporation before being taken Miranda years later. A goal that Miranda herself had more or less stripped ENTIRELY with no hope of settling down as soon as that goddamn parasite was embedded into her chest.

An important goal she had entirely forgotten about until now.

The realization hit her like a head-on impact from Sturm, and she dropped the tape. Her eye was wide, staring at seemingly nothing as her breaths came in quiet wheezes. She didn't even know she was crying until she felt a hand on her shoulder, jumping out of her thoughts with a gasp and whirling to meet the concerned face of Heisenberg. He seemed to jump back as well, startled to see face that pure sadness and anger. She could almost hear the memories of singing as she stared at him, her body trembling.

"Emmy??" He asked, taking his hand from her shoulder as if he himself had caused the tears that now streamed down her cheek. She was silent for a moment before her lip trembled.

"I... I remember..." she whimpered, taking deep breaths. Heisenberg paused before suddenly pressing on her shoulders.

"Sit." He said quickly, turning away to grab his own chair as she sat carefully. He brought the chair up in front of hers, sitting directly across from her. "What do you remember?" He asked, his voice genuine as he watched her. She forced herself to speak.

"Do... D-Do you remember... Uhm..." she paused with a shaky breath in attempts not to start sobbing immediately. She HAD to calm herself... "Do you remember when I... When I told you about that memory... The one when I was a child and the movie...?"

"I do... That was months ago." He replied, tilting his head. "What about it?"

"Th-There's... There's more..." she nodded to the tape on the table. "It... It was that... and... a-and..."

She finally broke down, covering her mouth as she let out a wavering sob. She nearly curled in on herself, only stopped by Heisenbergs hands on her shoulders. He then gently grabbed her face, leaning forward and making her look at him.

"Hey... Hey, look at me." He spoke. His jaw tightened as her eye met his, and he saw a painful recognition. "What the hell did that tape do?"

She seemed to hesitate for a moment before finally opening her mouth.

"... I... I wanted a family, Karl..." she whimpered.

He froze.

'Family'.

It was a word he grew to despise over the years. He hated it. He hated it with a burning, goddamn passion. The meaning of it was lost to time and trauma, and yet it sounded... innocent coming from her. It wasn't malicious like Miranda, or insulting like Alcina. It didn't even sound like a pathetic joke as it would have with Donna or Moreau. There was true pain behind the word as she spoke it, and he frowned as he watched her break down in front of him despite clearly attempting to hold it together. She always told him her memories... Hell, he encouraged her too. He knew what it was like, and he hated the thought of the same happening to her. But this time, he didn't know what to do. 'Family' was a sore subject around the factory. She let out a shaky sigh.

"I-I'm sorry, I..."

"No, no, just... Don't..." he started, only to sigh, himself. "Damn it-... Come here."

Emelia froze as Heisenberg pulled her into an awkward hug, though it wasn't enough to stop the tears. Instead, she reached up to hold his arms while her head threatened to fall onto his shoulder. He was silent for a moment, feeling as she almost curled to him, only stopped by the chairs. He couldn't quite think of anything to say. Nothing to help. Not even anything witty.

"... Keep talking." He said finally, feeling her breath halt.

"... What...?"

"I said, keep talking. Tell me about it... I guess." He managed. He felt her head shift while she managed to breath enough to sniffle.

"Is that a joke..." she asked quietly. He rolled his eyes.

"You really think I'd joke about that?"

"... Do you really want me to answer that..."

"Just keep talking, Emelia." He groaned. She was quiet before letting out a shaky breath and speaking.

"I-I... I remember..." she started, clearing her throat slightly and sniffling once more, "I remember begging her to watch it... I guess she never argued... Not that I could tell."

"Hm." He hummed quietly, setting his chin on top of her head. "How many times did you watch it, then?"

"I... I'm not sure... A lot, I suppose...?" Her voice was quiet as she sighed. "All I can hear is singing, I don't know..."

He raised a brow.

"Singing??"

"Shush..." she mumbled, earning a chuckle.

"So what does that have to do with wanting..." he paused. Hell, SAYING the word felt like poison to him... But she knew. She took a shaky breath before pushing away from him, wiping furiously at her eye as she sat back in her chair. She looked over at the tape for a moment with a frown.

"I told her I wanted a family..." she managed, reaching to pick up the tape and turning it over. "'A big one just like them', I told her... I guess I loved it enough to dream of it. Children, a husband... I suppose I could have had... SOMETHING like that with the corporation, but... NOW..." Her voice then gained a hint of bitterness as she leaned forward to put her head in her hand while holding the tape with the other. "It's impossible thanks to HER... And yet, I feel as if I still want it, now that I know..." The sadness quickly turned into a hint of anger as she lightly tossed the tape back on to the table. She was unable to stop the new flow of tears that started, glancing at her right arm. "Bloody hell... How damn stupid am I... A goddamn 'family' from THIS bloody mess..."

Heisenberg was quiet for once, watching as she wiped at her face furiously once more. What the hell was he even SUPPOSED to say to that?? That she was right?? No, he wasn't actively trying to upset her... Maybe he would joke normally, but even he knew that now wasn't the time. Oh, hell...

"Don't be hasty, Emmy. You've, ah... you've got a lot of life to live." He spoke awkwardly, clearing his throat slightly. "Or... um... something."

He jerked back as Emelia gave a disbelieving snort before choking back a sob as she looked to the movie again.

"'Or something'... Not like anyone would be willing to contribute while I'm like this..." she muttered, not seeing the look he gave with her voice still bitter as she frowned with a trembling lip. "That bitch stole every hope I had of being normal... I can barely remember everything still, and yet this is what I get when I do..." her voice lowered, but cracked with a mixture of pain and anger. It was a mix Heisenberg himself knew all too well. "I wanted a family and she tore that away for her own..."

"You could still-" he started, only to stop and snap his mouth shut as she looked up at him. What the fuck was he just about to say?

"I could still WHAT, Karl...??" Her voice was nearly pleading as she looked up at him. "Even if I tried, she'd still... She'd..."

She had to breathe. It felt as if her chest was collapsing in on itself as she doubled over with a sudden gasping sob. She was robbed... The life she once dreamed about wasn't at all possible. Even if she tried. Even if she somehow found a way, she knew it would be ripped from her again by the woman in selfish attempts to fix her own 'family'. And yet, she felt the distant longing she remembered feeling as a child... It wasn't until she felt arms around her once more that she started to look up, only to be nearly yanked off the chair as she was hugged with a sudden force and nearly brought into the man's lap.

"Don't say that." He growled quietly, making her freeze. "You still have a goddamn chance. Fuck Miranda and fuck her plans, she's not gonna do anything if you do." He paused for a moment. "She CAN'T do anything if you do, because I won't fucking let her."

Emelia froze in his arms, decently stunned. She said nothing, though couldn't help but curl into his shoulder as she fought off more tears. She knew he did it to make her feel better... And that's what seemed to hurt the most. He wasn't the most affectionate or reassuring person, especially with this. Sure, he had his odd ways of giving comfort, but it was never easy for either of them. But she managed to take a few breaths, returning the hug somewhat as he set his chin on her head. There was silence for a few moments before the reached out with a trembling hand and picked up the tape, looking at the cover with a light fondness despite her anger.

"... I think I'll visit Moreau tomorrow..." she said quietly, almost feeling his look of disgust.

"Why??"

"Unless you would like to watch it with me." She said simply, glancing up at him. He seemed to calm slightly, but still shook his head.

"You sure watching that is the best idea?" He asked, releasing his hold on her slowly. It was as if he didn't want to let go. She shrugged, wiping at her face.

"Potentially not, but... I don't know..." she sighed, pushing herself back on her own chair. She almost smiled as Heisenberg kept a gentle hold on her arms. "Maybe... maybe it would help... He said it was one of his favorites as well, I think it would be nice to have... willing company."

"I wouldn't be 'willing'?"

"Would you REALLY be, Karl?"

He raised a brow for a moment before giving a huff, but he didn't speak. She couldn't help but give a laughing snort before sniffling. It was then that another thought entered her mind, and she pondered over if for a few seconds, chewing the inside of her cheek.

"I think I'm going to get dressed." She said finally, slowly standing from the chair. She was met with a confused stare.

"I thought you said you were tired?" Heisenberg asked, watching as she walked to the door with the tape clutched in her hands. She paused to look back at him for a moment.

"Oh, I am. But now I'm more angry than I am tired." She said simply. "Have you got any disposable Soldats?"

She felt a little better as she watched a broad, toothy grin form on his face.

"I can figure something out." He said, suddenly standing and moving over to his desk to grab something. "Go ahead, I'll meet you down there."

Emelia only nodded, going through the door quickly. She knew it might not help entirely, but she felt the deep need to destroy despite not showing it on the surface. Whatever he was able to put together, she planned on imagining Miranda's face on every single creature she tore apart while mentally preparing herself for the trip the next day. WOULD watching the movie help? Would it assist with more memories? Or was it the worst idea she had ever had? She didn't know, and she couldn't keep her eye off the case as she retrieved her own clothing. She felt the pulses of her mutation even before she slipped on her own shirt, eventually letting the tendrils of muscle expand and grow along her skin. The bone spurs were the last to form, allowing her to flex and adjust her arm slightly. There was a moment of silence as the muscle hardened, feeling her heart beat against her chest. She took one last look at the tape before letting out a growling huff, letting the anger of the forgotten memories flow through her as she finally walked out the door and ran down to the depths of the factory walls.

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[hws-cernunnos]

Italian 101:expressing romantic love and attraction

As promised I'm back with the romantic version of this post :D Link

As usual long post ahead (❁´◡`❁)very long oof

Let's start this journey by defining each role with it's name :)

It can be quite useful to understand a certain type of mentality ! You'll see what I mean right away.

Boyfriend is ragazzo and girlfriend is ragazza and they literally mean boy and girl ahah. Now, it's normal for unmarried native English speaking couples in their late 20s and beyond, to call each other boyfriend/girlfriend. That's really not a thing in Italian. Ragazzo/a are only used by teenagers because it does feel quite infantile to refer to your s/o in such terms in our language 😅 especially if you live together... Ex:{nation x}è il mio ragazzo/la mia ragazza

... Which brings me to: compagno/a. It's the word used by adults to refer to their s/o and it means partner as in life partner and it really doesn't matter whether you're only dating, living under the same roof and/but decided not to marry(but maybe start a family!) it's still the correct terminology! So realistically the Italy Bros would call their s/o their partner, at their current age :) And oh! If you ship them with Vanya it could be a great pun since it also means comrade ahah. Kids of course don't make use of it because a) it indicates a committed relationship as I explained, it would be weird b)it kinda sounds like classmate lol (compagno di classe). Ex:{nationx}è il mio compagno/la mia compagna

Weirdly enough it's not that uncommon to hear a teen say fidanzato/a, which supposedly should only indicate your fiance ahah. As a kid it profoundly amused me to hear fellow 12-year-olds talk about their fidanzati. But it is indeed a common way to call your loved one and I used it myself to talk about my friends' bfs/gfs. As you can imagine it lost such connotation, but I can say that many still feel quite nervous about being called fidanzato/a because they feel like they're about to step on the altar. Ex:{nationx}è il mio fidanzato/la mia fidanzata

Talking about altar... Husband is marito and wife is moglie. On the other hand groom is sposo and bride is sposa. Ex:{nationx}è mio marito/mia moglie. As you can see they don't need an article, *John Mulaney voice* quella è mia moglie! I'm so sorry.

A more yoyo *snort* way to refer to your bf/gf is tipo/a, which literally means dude/dudette ahah. Ex. {Nationx}è il mio tipo/la mia tipa😎.

Onto dialectal versions:) very important tbh, could give that something more to your texts. A common way to call your bf/gf in many northern Italian languages (except my own rjrnh) is moroso/a. It stands for "amoroso", loving and it takes the article according to the language; in most cases it does, in Veneto it doesn't. Ex:{nationx}è il mio moroso/la mia morosa or (in Veneto's case) ho visto mio moroso parlare con mio fratello(I've seen my boyfriend talk to my brother). Would be cute in a social media au like, bio "mio moroso🥺" link to the poor lad's account.

In many southern Italian regions you can find zito/a :) (it's used in Apulia, Sicily and Calabria as far as I know!!) and it pretty much means lad/lass.Ex:{nationx}è il mio zito/la mia zita. I'll assume someone like Mano would use it in a more intimate context.

Common terms of endearment and silly pet names ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

A very common mistake I've encountered in ffs is "mi amore". Italian really doesn't work like Spanish, in our language "mi" isn't a possessive adjective but a particle that indicates the indirect object :3

Ex:Mi piace il gelato.(I like ice cream, Ice cream is liked by me).

Mio is what you're looking for ☺ and it doesn't change according to gender because the adjective takes the word's grammatical gender (amore is masculine). In this case the adjective should be postponed "amore mio", unless in an example like this:

Ex. Sei il mio amore(you're my love).

Tesoro works the same way!! "tesoro mio".

As I mentioned in my platonic love post patata/o is very common and so is It's diminutive patatina/o, but it seems like carotina/o (little carrot) is popular as well (not as much tho! Once again the masculine form is pure invention ahah :)) .

Many use sugary sweet stuff like pucci-pucci which don't really mean anything dbbd we all probably collectively think they sound cute(or irritating, depends who you ask).

One I've seen a couple of times in ffs is caro/a...which indeed means dear in Italian!! But it's not that popular:( mostly because it sounds straight out a 50s commercial. It's used in a ironic way and once again ,with others I've mentioned in the other post ,to address someone who happens to be particularly annoying.

My favourite ones have to be respectively tato/a for Feli and principe for Mano. I truly thought tato/a(tatino/a) were panitalian but my main moots are from the South and they said it's not a thing there,,,? Quite the revelation. It doesn't mean anything, it's just baby talk and it's used for.. Anyone really... Your child, your pet, your bf... Might be a short form for the so popular patato but who knows ahah

Principe truly fucks me up. The idea of Romano calling his bf prince out all of things sends me. And yet it seems like it's quite popular in some parts of the South?? In my friend's @flamaflavio words "I've seen 30 something years old women use it". Oh btw princess is principessa just in case :3

Any kind of cute little animal is game(for example cucciolotto,little puppy or topolino/a little mouse that I've already mentioned). And ah in English there's this thing where you take your s/o name and add bear, in Italian it's orsacchiottino, little teddy bear.

Almost forgotten about it, a bad boy type of character might use dolcezza, sweet thing, or piccolo/a baby.

Let's conclude this post with some sentences o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

Sono innamorato/a di te "I'm in love with you"

Mi sono innamorato/a di te "I've fallen in love with you"

Ho una cotta per lui/lei "I've a crush on him/her"

A more sappy one could be "sei la luce dei miei occhi" (you're my eyes' light). It's also said by parents to their children

Ti adoro "I adore you"

Mi piaci "I like you"

Sono pazzo/a di lui/lei "I'm crazy for him/her"

I won't cover compliments but I can tell you how to say someone is hot ahah. You can say:

Che figo/a! (He/she's really hot!)

È davvero bono/a (He/she's really hot)

A funny way is "È proprio gnocco/a". My girl @flamaflavio introduced me to " È un intero piatto di gnocchi " "He/she/they is/are an entire plate of gnocchi" and I've never been the same😭

We also say "è proprio manzo" to talk about a guy ajsjsj. Manzo means beef, so I suppose it's the Italian version of "beefcake". On the same tone of the gnocchi plate a common meme is " Non è solo un manzo è un'intera macelleria " He's not only beef (a steak??)he's an entire butcher's.

In genovese slang(not language mind you, kids language ahhehs) we might jokingly say "Che beccio". A beccio is a very confident (and hot?definitely stylish) guy.

A more crass way can be "Che fregno/a"

Will keep this PG djdj but you can check this link out if you want some funny horny on main expressions ahah link

Aaand we're done!!! Just let me know if you've enjoyed this and what you'll like me to cover in next post 🥰 thanks for reading this

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[sweetcherrypie1967]

Halloween Gala (pt 1)

Hermione Granger was not going to attend the annual Halloween Party the Ministry threw. At least, that's what she had thought. She wasn't the kind of person to enjoy party's much, she preferred to spend her time reading, working, or spending time with family or those in her circle of friends.

However, this was not what was going to happen.

Why was this? Because one of her best friends came over begging Hermione to go with her.

"Please 'Mione! Dad and Ron both work for the Ministry so we're all expected to go, I don't think I can be around Harry so soon..." Ginny Weasley explained.

"I don't know, Gin.." she said unsure of what to tell her.

Ginny and Harry had broken up a month and a half ago, they both decided they were better off as friends. However, Ginny has taken the breakup really hard and wasn't ready to be around Harry much. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione had become Auror's together, avoiding Harry Potter was not an easy task for the youngest Weasley.

It was easiest for her to be around Hermione. Firstly because they were both girls and Hermione could better understand what she's going through as she had gone through a breakup with Ron a year prior. Secondly because while Hermione was technically an Auror, she worked in the research part of the department while the boys were in all the action.

"Pleeeaaase Mione, we can just hangout the whole time if that's what you want! It's a masquerade so no one will know who we are," The redhead pleaded.

"It's not hard to figure it out, Gin. Plus that's what you said last time you dragged me to a party and you left me by the punch bowl," Hermione pointed out.

"Fine, you can bring a book then! And this year they're putting a charm on everyone at the door so you won't recognize them," Ginny urged. Hermione groaned and her friend smiled, she knew she won.

Now Hermione was standing awkwardly by the punch bowl in an overly fancy dress and uncomfortable masquerade mask. She cursed herself for letting Ginny get her into this because what she assumed to be Harry had come over and wanted to talk to her privately which is a good thing, however, that leaves Hermione all by herself. Ginny and Hermione instantly told each other who they were once the spell was cast on them, Hermione could piece together who Harry was.

When she saw a glimpse of Harry and Ginny through the crowd she knew it was going to take awhile for the Weasley to return as her face was as red as her hair in anger. So Hermione found a place to sit and began to read the book she brought, Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen.

As she was finishing up the chapter she was on, an oddly familiar voice spoke.

"Good choice of book," they said.

"Uh thank you," Hermione said looking up to find a man standing there in an expensive suit and, though it was hard to tell with the dark lighting and mask he wore, blond hair. "You read muggle books?" She asked, while she loved reading them it was rare for her to find a witch or wizard who shared the same interest.

"I do actually," the voice said.

"Do you have a favorite?" She asked to which he thought for a moment.

"While I've read quite a few, the one you're reading would have to top them all," he told her, "any favorites of yours?"

"My favorite has to be Little Women, I do enjoy Pride and Prejudice though I find it difficult to see how Elizabeth could change her mind about Mr. Darcy so quickly," Hermione said.

At that the two, who believed each other to be strangers, chatted away about books wizarding and muggle alike. They debated their thoughts and preferences in each piece of literature brought out, finding they were quite comfortable sharing more and more about themselves, while making sure to keep their identity's secret.

After what felt like a few minute but what in fact much longer, Hermione noticed a change of song that happened to be a favorite of hers. She perked up and lightly swayed to the music, the man seemed to take notice.

"Might I have this dance?" He asked holding his hand out to help her up.

"You may," she said taking his hand and moving to the dance floor with him. "I think it'd be important to warn you that I'm not a very good dancer," Hermione said.

"Don't worry, I happen to be a terrific dancer," he said with a confident smile.

"We'll just see about that," she said smiling back.

"Indeed," he agreed.

The man really was a good dancer, Hermione didn't even step on his foot once throughout their time dancing. It felt natural with him, as if they were two parts of one whole. Their conversations took a deeper turn as they learned more personal things about each other, such as their upbringing or having gone to Hogwarts. This time it was quite difficult to keep who they are a secret, though they somehow managed. The hours flew by and they paid no mind to time and could stayed there dancing throughout the entire night.

But like all good things, it ended too soon.

A small shriek rang through the room, when Hermione looked up she found Ginny storming off away from whom she assumed was Harry, who looked helpless and ashamed. Hermione made a reluctant step towards her friend, the man didn't fail to notice.

"Friend of yours?" He asked.

"Yes actually. I'd better make sure she's alright, it's been wonderful meeting you," Hermione said with apologetic eyes before dashing across the room to the girl in question.

*****

Draco Malfoy stood by the punch hoping the woman he'd just met would return. He found himself charmed by her quick wit and character, not many witches or even wizards he's met have either. Draco watched her hurry off, as he got lost in thought about the last hour. He was interrupted from his thoughts by someone coming up next to him and began talking.

"This party is less lively then my Mum's fifth husband," Draco knew this was none other than his closest friend, Blaise Zabini, whom he brought with him to the party.

"Was he the one with or without the lisp?" Draco asked. Mrs. Zabini has had a long line of ex husbands, all having been "unexplainably" killed soon after marriage, so it was difficult for Draco to keep up with all of them.

"Without, he had more of a drawl," Blaise explained.

"Ah," Draco said without much interest, his mind wandering to who this mystery woman might be and noticed that she was no where in sight.

"What's eating you, Mate?" Blaise asked upon noticing his detached behavior.

"Nothing is "eating" me, Blaise, I'm just trying to figure something out," Draco said with a roll of the eyes. Before the Italian could retort, Draco perked up as his grey eyes found the girl once more. Blaise followed his gaze and a teasing smirk formed on his face.

"Trying to figure out the girl over there I presume?" Blaise said.

"I recognized her voice, I just can't put a finger on it," Draco complained, "stupid bloody spell."

Blaise laughed, "well all will be revealed soon, midnight is in half an hour."

"I suppose.." Draco agreed.

He would much rather have the satisfaction of figuring it out on his own but he knew his friend was right, at Midnight everyone's masks (magical and physical) will be taken off to reveal their true identity. The truth was, Draco was nervous to be around her when it was revealed who he was. While Lucius Malfoy was sent to Azkaban, his wife and son weren't punished except for the harsh treatment of the remaining Wizarding World. This was one reason why Draco had become an Auror, to help rebuild himself and his name.

"Hey," Blaise said putting a hand on his friend's shoulder, "don't let your fear get in the way, either go over there and sweep her off her feet or you can spend forever wondering what could've happened."

Draco gave him a weak smile, they've been friends their entire lives and Blaise knew Draco sometimes better than Draco knew himself. He was beyond grateful to have a friend like him.

"Thanks Mate," he said before Blaise walked off into the crowd.

As Draco was still getting the nerve, he saw his friend start talking to the mystery woman's friend before they made their way to the dance floor. This was Draco's chance. He walked over there to see her watching his friend dance around.

"Would you be up for another dance?" Draco asked slightly nervous.

The girl grinned when she saw who it was, "I'd love to."

And, they did.

This time, however, they didn't spend much time talking but rather laughing and enjoying the other's company. Draco spinner her in an attempt to dramatically end the dance, however this resulted in her laughing that contagious laugh.

The woman calmed herself and they now had both Grey and brown eyes locked on the other's, all humor forgotten. Draco hadn't even realized he was leaning towards her until she was doing the same. Their lips crashed together and nothing else mattered, they were the only things that existed in that moment.

Not even the loud timer buzzing and streamers being released to announce it was midnight.

Their masks were gone.

They didn't hear the other partygoer's reactions to what they were witnessing. The gasps of their friends and strangers alike.

At least, until they broke apart for air to find the change in appearance.

"Granger?"

"Malfoy?"

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