#anytime a character is making a statement like 'this is who you are/who i am' or 'this is what i really want/what you really want' there's

[bitchthefuck1]

Tom's line about Shiv being selfish and "find[ing] it very hard to think about me" is actually so telling because while it's absolutely true that she rarely takes his position into consideration, Tom never once thinks about what he can do to help Shiv unless it also benefits him.

Every single time he makes a move or sacrifice that might help her, it's always something that he thinks will give him a leg up. He volunteers to take the fall for cruises, not for Shiv, who is in no way implicated, or even for Waystar, but because he thinks it'll ingratiate him to Logan, and the second it seems like he might have to actually follow through on that, he immediately tries to get out of it and even throws Shiv under the bus. Meanwhile, for all that Shiv disregards his interests, there are a number of things she does that only help him, and she's the one who actually sacrifices something and undermines her position with Logan to beg him not to let Tom go to jail.

It just makes it so clear that no matter how much he might love her (and I think he does, in his own compromised way), for him their relationship was always built on the underlying assumption that it's her job to prop him up, but it's not his job to help her.

#i rewatched that ep a few days ago and this was just cooking in my brain for a bit #their relationship is so messy and interesting i want to watch them get a divorce on a loop forever #and like. the wildest thing is that Tom does occasionally do things that don't serve him to help someone else. but its always greg #which you might say is ultimately down to the power dynamics (shiv can do more for tom than he can for her and tom can do more for greg) #but there are still plenty of points where tom actually does have the power to help shiv and chooses not to #and I love how succession never really has a clear 'what this character is telling you is 100% the truth of the story' moments #anytime a character is making a statement like 'this is who you are/who i am' or 'this is what i really want/what you really want' there's #always some kernel of truth to it but the narrative they're spinning is almost never fully honest #you can't take any of it at face value and it's such a good way of showing how they're always on some level 'playing the game' #and like. at a time when so many stories are basically spoon-feeding their audiences it's so nice to have a story that trusts you to #sort through it all and see what's real and what's not and rewards you for putting that work in #succession #4x07 tailgate #succession season 4 #failmarriage #shiv roy #tomshiv #tom wambsgans #siobhan roy

[atypicalamortentia]

They Think You're Cheating On Them/Jealousy

Synopsis - The hogwarts legacy boys think you're cheating on them/they get jealous.

Warnings - Mentions of sex/sexual acts.

Note - All characters aged up to 18+!

Word Count - 1.8k.

{Caffeinate Me}

SEBASTIAN SALLOW is toxic as fuck. He thinks you're cheating on him the moment you say ‘hello’ to another guy. Hell, he even has his suspicions about your relationship with Ominis from time-to-time. This time it was because Leander asked you what the potions homework was. Sebastian had stalked you out of the classroom and pulled you into an empty broom cupboard, pressing your back against the wall, snarling at you. “What was it this time?” He snapped, arm closing you in against the wall. 

You immediately knew what he was talking about and rolled your eyes. “He just asked me what the potions homework was.”

“Yeah, sure,” Sebastian scoffed as he rolled his eyes. 

“I’m being serious Sebastian,” you said. Your voice held a stern tone hoping he would see how irrational he was being.

“So what? You were just talking to him?” He asked, voice sounding unconvinced. 

“Yes!” 

“Psht, sure, if that’s what you call your mouth around another man’s cock then that’s what it was,” Sebastian snapped. 

You pushed him away from you lightly and growled. “Sebastian, you're being stupid. You’re with me all the time. Even if I wanted to cheat on you, which I don’t, I’d never have the time!”

Sebastian grinned at your statement and it seemed like you had actually gotten through to him without the usual huge argument. His hand cupped your chin and he pulled your face close to his. “You’re mine, sweetheart. You’ll do good to remember that.” Now it was your turn to scoff. You rolled your eyes as Sebastian pressed his lips to yours softly. “I only worry because I love you. I can’t lose you Y/N.” 

“You will if you keep acting like this,” you whisper between his lips. You knew that wasn’t the case though. You had it down bad for the brown-haired Slytherin. He could ‘Crucio’ you out of anger and you’d still stay with him.  

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled after a few moments. 

“It’s okay Sebastian, but you can’t keep accusing me of cheating anytime another man looks at me,” you say seriously. 

“Why don’t you let me show you just how sorry I am?” Sebastian smirks, grabbing your hand and leading you out of the broom closet and to the empty Slytherin dorm where he would show you just who you truly belong to.

OMINIS GAUNT will just talk to you about it whenever he suspects that you might be cheating on him. He’s not as insecure as Sebastian and sometimes just needs reassurance that you love him and no one else. You’re sitting in Defence Against The Dark Arts when he grabs your hand and whispers in your ear. “You love me, right?” 

You look at him with a shocked expression. Even though he couldn’t see you, you knew that he could sense your surprise. “Of course I do Ominis.”

“And you’d never cheat on me, right?” 

“Where is all this coming from?” You ask, instead of answering his question. This makes the blonde raise an eyebrow and repeat his question. 

“You’d never cheat on me, right?”

“Never!” You exclaim, squeezing his hand. “Where’s all this coming from?” You asked again. 

“Just… I heard you and Sebastian whispering to each other this morning during breakfast and I suppose,” he let out a breathy sigh. “I suppose I just got a little insecure.” 

You continue to squeeze his hand and smile at him softly. “We were talking about your birthday present,” you say. “I didn’t want you to hear what I’ve got you. That’s all.”

“Do you promise?” 

“I promise,” you said, linking your pinky finger with his. This seemed to satisfy Ominis, who leaned his head into your shoulder and hummed with approval.

GARRETH WEASLEY constantly watches the way Sebastian is around you and always thinks something is going on between the two of you, but he’s not as toxic as Sebastian is. He will make jokes about it, but sometimes he can get really insecure. The two of you were fighting when this recent comment left his lips and as soon as he said it, he regretted it. “Well why don’t you tell your boyfriend Sebastian all about it!” Garreth shouted, throwing his hands up in the air. Your eyes widened at his comment, and you were slightly hurt. 

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, narrowing your eyebrows.

Garreth didn’t want to admit he was in the wrong, so he continued to dig his own grave. “You heard me. Why don’t you tell your boyfriend all about it.” 

“He’s just a friend, you know that Garreth. We’ve been over this numerous times.” 

“He looks at you like a lovesick puppy!” Garreth retorted. 

“And I look at you like a lovesick puppy. Garreth, so what if he does? I’m in love with you, not him.”

“I don’t know that,” he pouted, calming down slightly at your words. 

You let out an exasperated sigh and sat down next to him on his bed, placing a hand on his thigh. “Listen, Garreth. I understand you get jealous, or insecure, whatever it is but there’s no need to throw a friendship in my face.”

It was Garreth’s turn to sigh next as he realised how stupid he was being. “Yeah. I suppose you're right.”  

“I’m sorry… What was that?” You asked, placing your hand by your ear.

Garreth grinned at your joking demeanour. Even when you were arguing you would still attempt to joke with him. “Shut up.”

“No seriously. You said I was what? Right?” 

Garreth pushed you on the shoulder lightly until you fell back on to his bed. He quickly climbed on top of you and pressed soft kisses to your neck. “Yes. Yes. You’re right. I’m sorry.” 

“You are forgiven,” you smile, a soft gasp leaving your lips as his cold lips touch your warm neck. He certainly showed you how sorry he was that night. 

LEANDER PREWETT thinks something’s going on between you and Amit. When Amit invites you to look at the stars with him, or study, Leander puts his foot down. “No way. It’s a date. You’re my partner, not his.” 

“Leander,” you hissed at him. 

“What? No. I’m not having it.”

“It’s just a study session,” you reply sternly. 

“So you want to go? You want to leave me and be with him instead? I knew something was going on with you two, I just knew it.”

“Woah!” You exclaimed, holding your hands up in the air defensively. “What do you mean? Leander, what’s going on?” 

“You heard me,” he frowned, eyebrows pronounced.

“Yeah, but I thought I heard you insinuating that I was cheating on you?” You asked rhetorically. Leander just rolled his eyes and continued to flick through his potions book on his bed. 

“If you wanna be with him so badly then just break up with me for fucks sake,” Leander snapped, causing you to wince at his sudden harshness. 

“Leander… I don’t want to break up with you at all.”

He raised an eyebrow. You had clearly caught his attention now. He closed his potions book with a thud and looked at you in disbelief. ���You don’t?”

“If I didn’t want to be with you, I wouldn’t be with you.” 

It was then that he realised he was being irrational and immediately pulled you into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me.” You gulped back tears and nodded. It wasn’t like Leander to snap at you like that, ever. Even when he was angry, he would always talk it out with you first, but when it came to other men or the possibility of you cheating on him he acted first and thought about it later. “Can you forgive me?” 

You hesitated but replied, “of course I can. You just need to stop thinking I’m cheating on you whenever I hang out with somebody else. Leander, I’m not that type of person.”

“I know. I know. I’m sorry.” He pulled you closer to his body and pushed you down until you were laying on his bed. His body was pressed up against yours as he stroked your hair gently, almost soothingly. “It won’t happen again.”

“Won’t it?” You asked hopefully, even though you didn’t believe it. Leander nodded and kissed your cheek. 

“I love you.”

“I love you too, you idiot.”

AMIT THAKKAR hates the way Garreth always jokes with you and attempts to get you in on his little schemes, so much so that he thinks that you’re actually cheating on him with Garreth. One day, while you’re studying astronomy together, Garreth approaches you with a cheeky grin on his face. “Guess what I did Y/N?” Garreth said, half-singing his words. 

“Y/N doesn’t care,” Amit snapped at Garreth, causing the ginger to retreat back into the shadows from where he came. You stared at Amit, completely confused at his sudden outburst. 

“What was all that about?” You asked softly, placing a hand on his arm. 

“You’re cheating on me aren’t you? With him!” Amit accused you immediately. You sat back in your chair out of complete shock and just blinked at him. You couldn’t even justify him with an answer, but this only raised his suspicions even more. “Well?”

You could only cry out, “no!”

Amit looked slightly puzzled, as if he wasn’t expecting that answer. “You’re not?” He asked. 

“You’re really asking me that?” You snapped, feeling your blood boil with anger. How dare he accuse you like that, especially with no evidence! Amit opened his mouth to speak but you interrupted him. “You don’t get to speak right now Amit. Who do you think I am? Some whore for the whole of Hogwarts to enjoy?” 

“Well no-”

“Then why on earth do you think I’d be cheating on you?” You snapped, eyes burning a hole into his. 

“It’s just the way he acts around you… Always bringing you in on his little pranks and joking around with you like you’re best friends.” 

“We are friends. Not best friends, but we are friends,” you said sternly. “Amit, I’m allowed to have guy friends. Just like you’re allowed to have girl friends. If you don’t trust me, what’s the point in this relationship?”

“I do trust you!” He managed to rush out even though you assumed he was lying. “I don’t know what came over me. I guess I was just jealous and well, fed up of him coming on to you.”

“Next time you feel like this,just talk to me instead of blowing up at my friends,” you say. “Having doubts and worries is normal, but accusing me out of the blue isn’t.” Amit nodded at your reply and looked down at his book somewhat ashamed of himself. 

After a few moments of silent studying, Amit finally spoke up again. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You wrapped your arm around his waist and pulled him closer to you. “Of course I can forgive you, but only if you promise me not to act this way again.”

“I promise,” he said, holding his pinky out for you to wrap yours around. You did so and smiled lovingly at him before continuing on with your ​​studies.

#harry potter #hogwarts legacy #harry potter x reader #hogwarts legacy x reader #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy imagines #harry potter imagine #harry potter imagines #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt imagine #sebastian sallow imagines #sebastian sallow x mc #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x mc #ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian sallow x reader #garreth weasley x mc #garreth weasley imagine #garreth weasley imagines #garreth weasley x reader #garreth weasley #leander prewett headcanon #leander prewett x mc #leander prewett x reader #leander prewett imagine #leander prewett #amit thakkar #amit thakkar x reader #amit thakka x mc

[write-on-my-wayward-author]

HAZBIN THEORY AND I THINK IM RIGHT!

Eve is pretending to be Lilith. I’m going to go right out and put that there. That is my theory. But here is evidence to support it.

So the hazbin trading cards has cards of all of our favorite characters. And some of them had spoilers such as the new hotel look, razzle and dazzle dragon form and above all. Lilith.

The show has made it clear they don’t want to sow her face. Anytime she’s on screen her face is hidden away from the gaze of the viewer. Either blacked out like above or wearing sunglasses like in heaven. But why is that? We’ve seen Lilith already before in paintings in the hotel and in Lucifer’s room.

We know exactly what she looks like. But take a look between the Lilith card and the picture of Eve from the story of hell opening.

They have the same smile. The same thin lined smile. Also the card has a finger over her mouth telling someone to keep quiet about this. More evidence (and I couldn’t get a proper screenshot on prime mobile just the captions) is when Lute confronts her on the beach about Adams death. She tells her that if she wants to stay in heaven she has to go down and stop Charlie. She says do you understand me. Then she pauses and this is how the caption is.

It’s a question. Not a statement. Lute knows this isn’t the real Lilith which would explain why she has a deal about Adams death. No one likes the guy. He’s a dick.

So what does this mean about Alastor? I still think Alastor is tried to the real Lilith. 7 years ago, when both of them went missing, he was listening to his master and protecting her from the invasion to cease her singing that was empowering the demons. She commands him to protect her, resulting in most of hell thinking that Alastor died to holy arms. As zestial says. So both he and the real Lilith were captured. But now Eve has him cursed to where he can’t talk about the switch. Hence the stitches on his mouth when he makes the deal with Charlie.

(It’s grainy and I apologize)

He physically isn’t able to talk about something that is forcing him to keep up the show to hide the truth. This explains his curious line in the final song.

He is trying to unclip his wings from Eve. Not from Lilith. And once he can do that then he won’t be someone’s (at least someone who is fake) puppet anymore.

Again this is all a theory but I do believe I am right on the money. Let me know what you guys think!

#hazbin spoilers #hazbin hotel #alastor #lilith #Eve #hazbin hotel theory #charlie morningstar #Adam #hazbin hotel lute

[goldensugarywaffles]

Oops I Summoned a Succubus!

Summary: The maknae line summoned a demon and now it’s everyone’s problem.

Warnings: Innuendos, discussions of sex, and Y/n and Taehyung being slight perverts?

Author’s Note: New series! Less edgy than my other one. Don’t really write smut so we’ll see how this goes. Practice makes perfect and I have now given myself an entire series to practice with T-T...inspired by @sunshinerainbowsbts​ because she is the one person who can make me cackle and leave me scandalized in the same fic. She made me laugh and now everyone has to suffer. Forgive me if the fic is bad I swear I tried...

Taehyung was bored and horny. An often-dangerous combination with horrible consequences. After the last incident, it took months before Jimin could look at cucumbers again without a chill going down his spine. Rolling off the couch with a groan, Taehyung set off on his search for some entertainment. While he would usually quell his arousal with help from one of his six boyfriends, he wasn’t in the mood today. With the group becoming increasingly popular by the day, the time for romance and sex was virtually nonexistent. Even when they had the chance to engage in such things, there was no spark. It was practically a chore to relieve stress. Sighing sadly, he wandered into the gaming room, hoping to drown his boredom with video games.

Walking into the room, he was met with a familiar sight. Jungkook was at his computer, grumbling out curses and aggressively smashing the buttons of his keyboard with no strategy. Across the room, Jimin sat watching the younger boy in mild amusement. “How many times has he failed this level?" Planting a kiss on Jimin's cheek, he flops down next to the dancer with a huff. Jimin merely chuckles in response, "I've lost count after fifteen. He's been here for hours, and I don't think he plans to leave anytime soon." Taehyung hums in acknowledgment, watching as Jungkook’s character dies and the screen fades to black flashing the words “Game Over” across the screen. With an angry shout, Jungkook tosses down his mouse. Grumpily making his way to his older lovers, he collapses on their laps without a single care in the world. Jimin fondly pats Jungkook’s butt while Taehyung runs a comforting hand through the younger idol’s hair.

“Guys, I’m bored. Let’s do something fun,” Taehyung whines. If anyone was going to entertain his antics, it would be Jimin and Jungkook. The three were often known for getting into all kinds of mischief. Lifting his head from Taehyung’s lap Jungkook gave the singer a curious look. "You aren't horny, too, are you?" Jimin shivers at the statement. He would never trust a bored and horny Taehyung ever again. Taehyung scoffs, “If you must know, yes, I am feeling a little worked up right now.” Jimin subtly shifts in his spot, preparing to make his escape. Taehyung cuts him off before he gets the chance, “However, I am mostly bored and do not feel like having sex right now.” Jimin instantly relaxes while Jungkook pouts, the youngest’s sex drive insatiable.

“Well, what do you want to do?” Jimin questions, not fully convinced about Taehyung’s innocent intentions but willing to play along anyway. Taehyung hums, "I want to do something mischievous but not necessarily harmful.” Jimin raises an eyebrow at the vague statement. “Like a prank?” Jungkook excitedly suggests. Jungkook was a master at pranks and knew exactly how to set everyone off. “Let’s prank Namjoon! He’s the least scary while angry and will probably only lecture us,” Jungkook gushes, “Oh! Or he’ll do that thing where he looks at us, sighs, and then walks away.” Taehyung nods in agreement. For now, Namjoon was the safest choice to prank, especially because he was in a good mood today when Taehyungs last saw him. “How should we prank him? He’s already clumsy,” Taehyung muses. “We could rearrange his books by size instead of the genre,” Jimin offers. Namjoon’s room was extremely organized, or he would often lose things. Namjoon was especially adamant that his books remain organized by genre and hated when people tampered with them.

Taehyung shrugs; while this wasn't the most exciting activity, he figures it could alleviate at least some of the boredom. Hopping off the couch, the boys make their way to Namjoon's room, knowing that all the others are out for the day. Yoongi was probably locked up in his genius lab, Hoseok was at the dance studio, and Seokjin had gone to the grocery store dragging Namjoon with him. “Okay, what are we waiting for?" Jungkook hops off the other two and rushes to Namjoon's room, far more excited than he should be. Grabbing the younger's hand, Jimin drags Taehyung along to the leader's office. By the time they arrive, Jungkook has already removed various books from the shelves leaving them scattered all over the floor. With a shrug, Jimin starts helping, picking up books and looking over them as if he is interested in what they have to say. Taehyung groans, this was one of the most boring pranks they had ever come up with, and he couldn't believe he agreed to it. Sitting on Namjoon's desk, Taehyung yelps when he sits on something. Looking at the offending object, he suddenly becomes intrigued.  

It wasn’t a book that Namjoon would typically read. It looked old and didn’t even have a title. There was an intricate design of red flowers all over the cover with gold embroidered around them. "Taehyung, why aren't you helping? You were the one who was bored,” Jungkook whines draping himself over the singer to get a look at whatever had caught his hyung’s attention. Giving up on his work Jimin makes his way over to the other two. “What are you two doing?" Taehyung traces his fingers over the book, a sudden chill going down his spine. For some reason, it felt ominous. Flipping the book open to the last page, he reads the passage aloud.

The Demon of Eros Summoning Spell:

From the blood of Eros and blessed by the hands of Aphrodite, a creature of passion and pleasure was born. A gift to mortals and mystical creatures alike, their one true purpose is to serve and provide in the most intimate ways. To fulfill your deepest desires and mend the wounds of the heart, summon the demon if you dare and follow the ritual exactly:

Obtain the flowers born from Eros’ demon:

Coriander for Lust, Roses for Love, Camellia for Desire, and Chrysanthemum for Death

Obtain the demon’s spices:

Cinnamon, Ginseng, Nutmeg, and Ginger.

Spread the ingredients in a large circle, and add three drops of blood from the summoners.

Chant the spell: I summon the sinful demon of lust, pleasure, love, and desire. To pull your soul from the pits of fire. Reveal yourself to the great cosmos; I call upon you, the demon of Eros!

The boys stood in confusion around the book. Why did Namjoon have a demon-summoning book? Ignoring the feeling of unease in his stomach, Taehyung speaks, "What if we summon it?” Jimin scoffs while Jungkook’s breath hitches. “You want to summon a demon?” Jungkook questions the older vocalist, trying to understand if he heard correctly. Taehyung nods, “It would be a great prank. We’ll wait until everyone gets home and then summon the demon!” Jimin raises an eyebrow at the younger man, “You do realize this won’t really summon a demon, right? Demons aren’t real, and this is probably just an old occult book Namjoon found." Taehyung nods in confidently, "All the more reason to do it. Demons aren't real, and no one will get hurt." Jungkook hesitates; while demons aren't real, he still feels uneasy with the whole idea. However, looking at the excitement on Taehyung and Jimin's faces, he relents.

“Alright, where do we get all this stuff?”

Yoongi was tired. He had been locked away in his studio all day long and probably wouldn’t have left if it wasn't for Hoseok. The two men shuffle towards their home, ready for a decent meal and a good night’s sleep. Hoseok leans into Yoongi, almost ready to pass out after an intense session of dancing. The younger rapper pushed himself far beyond his limits despite Yoongi's protests. Placing a gentle kiss on the dancer’s temple, Yoongi unlocks the door, ready for a peaceful night.

Unfortunately, peace is not a thing in the Bangtan household. As soon as he opens the door, his poor ears are assaulted with shouts and shrieks. Seokjin is red in the face speaking so fast that Yoongi can barely understand him. It would have been an almost sight if it wasn’t for the scene in front of him. There are flowers and some sort of powder scattered around his living room. Jimin is standing on a couch arguing with Jin as if the height gave him an advantage. Jungkook is holding Seokjin back from snatching Jimin up. Taehyung has some book in his hand, declaring no one can stop him. Sitting in the corner, Namjoon merely watches, clearly giving up on de-escalating the situation at hand. While Yoongi would ask what's happening, he doesn't have it in him to care. He drags Hoseok over to the couch, flopping down on it and forcing Jimin to move over. Closing his eyes he decides to wait until the commotion dies down before attempting to engage with anyone.

Suddenly Taehyung shouts, “I summon the sinful demon. Of lust, pleasure, love, and desire. To pull your soul from the pits of fire. Reveal yourself to the great cosmos; I call upon you, the demon of Eros!” The room immediately gets quiet. While Yoongi was not completely aware of what was happening, he managed to put two and two together. Taehyung was trying to summon a demon, Jimin and Jungkook were in on it, and he just chanted the spell. Looking around the room, everyone waits for something to happen. Even Hoseok, who had woken up out of his sleepy state after hearing the word demon and summon in the same sentence. After a solid minute, Jimin laughed, "I told you it wasn't real, Jin!”

As if on cue the power went out and suddenly shrouded in darkness. Hoseok immediately screamed and followed it up with a violent slew of curses. Seokjin immediately went into a tirade against Jimin while the latter defiantly claimed it was a coincidence. "Um, guys, look," Namjoon's voice echoed throughout the dark room, and everyone turned their attention to the mess on the floor. The flowers and spices were glowing a faint pink color. Soon they started shifting as if they were being pushed by a breeze, swirling up into a glowing tornado. The boys stood in horror as the tornado burst into a bright light.

“What the fuck is happening?”

“I told you not to summon the demon! Now look!”

“We’re all going to die!”

Suddenly everything stops. The wind no longer blows, and the light disappears. Even the power comes back on.

Rubbing at his eyes, Namjoon looks around to see the men doing the same. Namjoon attempts to compose himself before flinching at Hoseok’s signature scream. In the center of the room stood a girl. An alarmingly attractive girl. At first glance, she seemed normal, dressed in a hoodie and some joggers with white sneakers to match. She didn’t even glance at the seven men in the room, her attention captivated by the cell phone in her hand and the headphones signifying she couldn’t hear a thing. But looking closer, Namjoon saw a pair of dark horns protruding from her head and a striking set of sparkling eyes with flecks of red and pink. Looking up from her phone, her smile immediately dropped from her face, “Oh fuck.”

And for the third time that night, Hoseok screamed.

Jimin wasn’t exactly sure how demons worked. After all, he didn’t believe they were real until five minutes ago. But from what he gathered so far, you were not a normal demon. Almost immediately after being summoned, you had changed your appearance, your horns disappearing and your eyes a more natural color. You merely observed the idol band lose their shit and even allowed Seokjin to tie you to a chair and attempt to banish you with a twenty-four-karat gold necklace with a cross charm that he found in Jimin’s room. Namjoon had immediately fetched a notebook and began taking notes about every detail he could find, while Taehyung bombarded you with so many questions it made your head spin.

After a good thirty minutes, the men had seemed to calm down, and you decided now was a good time as any to introduce yourself. After all, while you usually enjoyed being tied up, there was nothing sexy about this situation. In a puff of bright pink smoke, you suddenly appeared on their couch, no longer restrained by the ropes Seokjin had taken the time to put you in. You held your hands out in a surrendering motion, hoping your usage of magic wouldn’t set off another freakout. “Everyone, let's calm down. I’m not going to hurt anyone. Well, unless you want me to, but that's a conversation for later. Sorry for the dramatic entrance. It's a typical thing we demons do so that mortals have no room to deny our existence. Just some basic stuff. Anyway, my name is Y/n, and I’m your personal demon.” The boys blink in shock at your clearly practiced and polite tone, fully expecting you to take their souls and suck their blood. A minute of silence passes before you decide to prompt the men, the awkward silence suffocating.

“So, may I ask who I am speaking to? Something I can call you other than daddy?” Jungkook choked at the thought, and you gave him an innocent smile. Seokjin, on the other hand, scoffs, far more concerned about your supposed lack of knowledge about who they are. “Wait. You don’t know who we are?” This causes all seven of the men to look at you incredulously. While they never considered themselves to be arrogant or narcissistic, they found it virtually impossible that'd even a demon wouldn't know who they were. Rolling your eyes, you figure that they are no longer freaked out if they have the time to worry about their popularity, “Yes, I am aware of who you are. I was simply being polite. But shouldn’t we be focusing on the more serious topic at hand?”

Tilting his head Hoseok regards you wearily, “What serious aspects?” He was concerned that this was the moment you’d reveal your bloody fangs and kill them all. However, he was relieved when all you did was give a half-hearted shrug. “It is extremely clear to me that no one in this house summoned me intentionally. Luckily for you unlike most demons I have a passionate hatred for killing mortals so there will be no repercussions for reckless summoning.” Yoongi quirks a brow at the statement, “I thought you said you were our personal demon? Are you saying we could have summoned someone else? Maybe someone less chatty?”

Ignoring the cat-like man's jab, you decide to give the men the general rundown of summoning Eros’ demon. “Yes, I am your personal demon. Think of it as a matchmaking system. Every person has a specific type and specific needs, and I fit all seven of yours. If anyone else outside of you seven had cast the spell, a different demon would have appeared." Yoongi nodded, seemingly satisfied with your answer, but Seokjin, however, was not. After furiously flipping through the pages of the book that summoned you (hoping he could find a way to send you back), he was scandalized to learn just what type of demon you were. Pointing at the maknae line accusingly he shouted, “You three idiots summoned a sex demon! Did you even read the book?”

“Woah, not to ruin the already awkward mood, but sex demon comes off as kind of derogatory, and I'm not into degradation. I’d prefer if you’d use the more politically correct term succubus.” Seokjin flushes, mumbling out a quick apology, caught off guard by your constant sexual references. Hoseok would have almost found it funny if he wasn’t still scared out of his mind at the fact that there was a demon in their living room. In fact, he found it disturbing that everyone else was seemingly okay with the concept.

However, Taehyung still had one very important question, “Where does the sex part come in?” In an instant, the serious tone of the conversation was broken. Jimin immediately slaps his palm to his forehead, Namjoon chokes, Seokjin sputters, Jungkook and Hoseok blush a furious bright red, and Yoongi nods in genuine agreement wondering how you are going to explain that. Surprisingly, you weren’t fazed by the question at all.

“I mean we could go at it now if you wanted.”

Taehyung’s eyebrows immediately shoot up at your bold statement, and you swear he's considering it. However, Namjoon clears his throat gesturing for you to go on and give a more serious explanation. With a sigh, you tap on the book in Seokjin’s hand, “Since you guys clearly have something against reading, I'll give you a basic breakdown. I’m basically a kinky therapist. I bring the spark back into your sex lives and help you explore your kinks while also helping you strengthen your relationship. I’m your personal demon so I already know your kinks now that you've summoned me. So really, my only goal is to get you to embrace them.”

Hoseok nods slowly, though he is still quite cautious. “What exactly do you get out of this? Are you going to take our souls?” Making finger guns at the dancer, you continue, “You know how vampires need blood to survive? Think of me as an energy vampire. While most just drain energy from their prey, leaving them feeling tired and exhausted, succubae choose to feed on sexual energy. It's enjoyable, consensual, and doesn't hurt the person they're feeding from, unlike most other energy ways of energy feeding.”

Every so subtly, Taehyung chimes in, "So how much sex do we need to have? Is this like an everyday thing?” Seokjin slaps the younger man on the back of the head, chastising him for speaking without tact. You only shrug as if he asked about the weather, “I can survive without it for long periods of time. It’s kind of like getting a craving for certain food and just ignoring it. Nothing you need to be worried about.”

Not knowing what else to say, the room gets quiet. It was a lot to take in in one night. Though after some consideration, none of them were necessarily against the idea of having sex with you. You were extremely attractive and seemed genuinely friendly. Fooling around with a succubus with no strings attached even seemed appealing. After all, what’s the worst that could happen?

“I’ll bet a hundred bucks that Jimin has a mommy kink.”

“Taehyung what the hell?!”

“Make it two hundred and I’ll tell you if you’re right.”

“Y/n!”

“Deal.”

“Guys seriously?!”

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Pomegranate Ink: XXXI

Series Synopsis: Unable to heal but willing to fight, with a fiancé in Kyoto and a last name that looms over everything you do, you accept an offer to study at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. What you did not know was that your salvation and your ruination alike would soon join you at the school, neatly wrapped in the form of a boy followed by death.

Chapter Synopsis: Some moments that take place during the month you have between Gojo’s unsealing and his inevitable confrontation with Sukuna.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: Yuta Okkotsu × Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 5.8k

Content Warnings: angst, misogyny, naoya zenin, forbidden relationships, canon-typical violence, character death, original characters included

A/N: i want you all to know that even though i am caught up with the manga, this fic and the idea for its ending predate whatever is happening rn, so i will be choosing to ignore gege on this one and shall continue with my original ideas — even if that may mean characters do/don’t die that have the opposite happen to them in canon. hope that doesn’t distress anyone too badly hahaha

The month that passed between Gojo’s unsealing and Christmas Eve, the day when he would face off against Sukuna, was spent in a way reminiscent of your days at the school. Your mother had never been busier, taking a few of your cousins from the L/N clan to help her cook for everyone, as everyone had voracious appetites after training all day.

Gojo had been accepting of your choice to be a healer, so he allowed you to make rounds, checking up on everyone, advising them when you could and healing them when it was required. Everyone else, though, was subject to Maki and Hakari’s grueling personalized routines, pushing their bodies and limits to the absolute max and then some. The people that you all were today had no hope of surviving against Sukuna, let alone fighting him, and so you all had to become sorcerers who were capable of that feat.

“So,” you said, resting your hand on Itadori’s arm, healing the bruises that Choso had inadvertently caused him, even though you knew Itadori probably hadn’t even noticed any of them forming. “You’re an honorary Kamo now or something?”

“It’s really complicated. Actually, I don’t even understand it myself, but I guess in a way, I am,” he said.

“You could’ve been my cousin-in-law,” you said. “Though I’m sorry to say that I’m not too broken up about the fact that it won’t happen in that way.”

“It’s okay, I don’t take any offense,” Itadori said. “It makes sense and all. For us to have had that relation, you would’ve had to be in a marriage that nobody wanted, so of course you’re happy it’s not like that.”

“Exactly,” you said. “Thanks for being so sensitive to the situation.”

“Sure,” he said. “Anytime.”

Before, he might’ve flashed you a smile to accompany that kind of statement, but now, he only gave you a tired nod, rolling his shoulders and then returning his attention to Choso, who had been waiting for you to finish with the sort of patience that only an elder sibling could ever possess.

“You’re good to go,” you said. “Don’t overexert yourself, though. That won’t help anyone, and it certainly isn’t the way to success.”

“This isn’t overexertion,” Itadori said. “This is just me finally actually refining my skills instead of relying on my natural, raw abilities.”

“I see,” you said. “Well, even still, please take care.”

He did not make any such promises, and you could only hope he would at least try to be wary of himself and what he was truly capable of. Just as you would never be an all out brawler, Itadori had his weaknesses as well as his strengths, and these could not just be ignored or pushed through. You thought about telling him this, as you had once told Megumi, but for some reason, you didn’t think Itadori would appreciate it in the same way. So instead, you were silent, deciding there was no point in hovering over him while he was trying to practice.

Kurusu was sitting in a window seat, resting her forehead against the glass when you found her. She had also been exempted from training — even though her cursed technique was the most effective against Sukuna, it would be too dangerous for her to go against him with only one arm, so she was supposed to be more of a reserve than anything, only entering battle if things went completely sideways.

When she noticed you approaching, she shot to her feet, scrambling to bow or show some other sign of respect. You stopped her as best as you could, shaking your head at her.

“There’s no need for any of that. I’m only one year older than you, so please don’t treat me like I’m someone Gojo’s age or something,” you said, motioning for her to sit back down and then settling beside her yourself. For a moment, neither of you spoke, still in that awkward phase of friendship where it was difficult to find the right words to vocalize what you meant.

“Alright, L/N,” she said softly.

“Y/N,” you said. “That’s fine. It’s not like the L/Ns have ever done me much good, so on the whole, I’d prefer to not be associated with them. Please call me by my given name, instead.”

“Y/N,” she said. “You can call me Hana, then. I am your junior, after all, so it wouldn’t be right for me to refer to you informally and not extend the same courtesy to you.”

“Very well,” you said. “Hana. I have a question for you.”

“What is it?” she said.

“If we can’t save Megumi, what will you do?” you said. “It’s not to say that that’s the certain outcome. But there is a chance that in killing Sukuna, we must destroy his vessel, too. You’re here because you love him, but if he’s gone, then what?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “Everything I’ve done so far is to become a person worthy of standing in front of him without shame. This isn’t something I tell people, but the truth is that when I was young, he saved me. I was being held hostage by a curse, and he sent one of his Divine Dogs after it so that I could be freed. I know — I know he didn’t do it because it was me, but I’ve always felt grateful for that. It’s not even that I love him. I just want to say thank you.”

Of course. It was impossible to love someone you didn’t know, but maybe somewhere along the line, Hana’s gratitude had twisted into an affection for the boy she had never really met. He had saved her, if she was telling the truth, and so it was a reasonable outcome. You mulled over the turn of events.

“He doesn’t save people because he wants them to be thankful. Even if you said something like that, he wouldn’t appreciate it,” you said. “Not based on what I know of him. Just by saving you, he was satisfied. You should let go of that dream.”

“Then what should I replace it with?” she said. “I’ve clung to that for so long that it’s become a part of who I am. What should I dream of if I let go of that?”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Just don’t forget to dream of something.”

There wasn’t much else for you to say to her after that, so you left. It was in times like this especially that you wished Tullia were there — she would be able to cheer Hana up, tell her how to keep living even when she lost someone she loved. You were a bad example of it. You didn’t know how to do it yourself, so how could you command someone else to? It was hypocritical of you, but you had realized some time ago that you wanted Hana to end up in a better way than you had. If you could not have the internal strength to stand by yourself, then you wanted her to do it in your stead. At least that way, even if the rest of you fell, one person would remain on their feet.

As of late, Toge had been carrying Panda from place to place instead of walking next to him as he once had. You weren’t sure if it was because it would be faster for the little bear to be toted around like that or if there was some other reason, but it always made an unreasonable lump grow in your throat when they passed, a bear-printed ribbon tied around Panda’s neck, his body tucked under Toge’s single remaining arm as they went to wherever they were going. Neither of them would be fighting, either — Toge’s technique would simply never let him face off against someone like Sukuna, and now that Panda was at his current size and didn’t have his sibling cores, he probably couldn’t even fight a flyhead, let alone the King of Curses himself.

You were partially glad that Kashimo had done what he had to Panda, rendering him unable to fight — because otherwise, he would’ve. If he still had his siblings, if he was still at his full size, he would’ve charged into the fray against Sukuna, even though he had no chance at winning, even though it would’ve led to his death. So although you mourned what had happened to him, you were also happy, as it meant he did not ever have to come in harm’s way again.

“Hey, Y/N,” Panda said when Toge rounded the corner and almost ran into you. Shadows the same color as his irises hollowed out the skin under his eyes, and you focused on those the most, even as he handed Panda to you.

“Hey, you two,” you said, instinctively beginning to pet Panda, who was soft as ever. “Have you not been sleeping well, Toge?”

“Mustard leaf,” he said. You frowned.

“You don’t look okay. Stop going on YouTube so late; it’s bad for your eyes and your brain. Just because you’re not fighting doesn’t mean you should let yourself rot away like this. When was the last time you had something proper to eat? Not counting chips and shit,” you said.

“Two days ago,” Panda supplied helpfully, since Toge refused to say anything. “He had a sandwich.”

“Two days!” you said incredulously. “That’s that, then. Come on.”

“Bonito flakes,” Toge said. You used your free hand to grab his wrist and dragged him after you against his will, ignoring his protests as you marched towards the kitchen and set him down at the table, placing Panda beside him.

“No, you don’t get to say no to this. Even if I have to feed you with my bare hands, you’ll eat,” you said, turning on the stove and beginning to make the same soup you had made for Maki the other day. It was easy to digest and wouldn’t upset his sensitive stomach, and you remembered he had liked it when you made it during your first year at the school, so it was a safe choice. “Why haven’t you been eating actual meals?”

“Salmon,” he muttered rebelliously. You turned to Panda and raised an expectant brow. Panda, who was a loyal friend second and a concerned one first, did not take much convincing to spill everything to you.

“It’s not just everyone who’s died,” Panda said, luckily not naming who you were both thinking of. “It’s that he can’t do anything about it. Everyone else has a role to play, but he’s stuck with nothing. That’s enough to depress anyone.”

“I’m not fighting, and neither is Hana,” you said. “You’re not the only one.”

“Bonito flakes!” he snapped. You took advantage of his open mouth to shove the spoon in, only removing it once he swallowed and then sliding the bowl over to him. Even though he seemed reluctant, he did not argue, dutifully eating while you watched.

“You can heal,” Panda explained. “You’re arguably more important than the others because of that. And Kurusu still has her technique; we’re conserving her for the final moments, if necessary, so she’s vital in that sense. On the other hand, there’s nothing that Toge and I can really even do. We can’t help in any way that matters. How would you feel if a person killed someone you love and there was nothing you could do but watch the rest of your friends prepare to die against them, too?”

“Like lambs to the slaughter, right?” you said. “It does give that sense. None of us can really win, besides Gojo of course, but it’s not in our nature to accept defeat. We’ll keep going until we die or attain victory somehow.”

“Not us, though,” Panda said. “We’ve been forced to give up. We don’t get that choice.”

“I know,” you said. “It relieves me some, to be honest. I know why you’re upset, but as for me, it makes me feel better to know you two will be alright.”

“Neither of us are upset about living,” Panda said. “It’s the fear that we’ll be the only ones left like that which is driving him to such a state.”

Finished with his soup, Toge pulled out a notepad and began to write, his letters shaky and nearly illegible, the ink bleeding through the thin page and smudging as he went.

I am not like you.

“What does that mean?” you said.

I am not strong.

“I’m not strong, either. I gave up fighting. I was just pretending to be like that,” you said. “Just a kid who wanted to be more than she really was. You don’t see me training, do you? It’s because I can’t do anything anymore. I can only hope that Composition is enough to save someone someday.”

You are strong.

“He’s right,” Panda said. “I don’t know why you think that you’re weak. You never have been. Do you think you would’ve been recommended for the designation of Grade 1 sorcerer otherwise?”

“I’m not weak,” you agreed. “But I’m not strong in the way that the others are. The truly powerful, like Yuta, Maki, Itadori, Hakari, and Gojo…they’re on a different level entirely. I can’t compete with them. I’m nothing like that.”

It’s different. At least you made the choice to do that. My technique is what makes me weak.

That was true. Although your technique wasn’t strong by itself, it didn’t harm you for using it, either. Toge’s Cursed Speech was a punitive one, hurting him if he tried to utilize it against someone stronger than him. It actively undermined him, whereas the worst that could come from a misuse of Dissection — besides losing Composition — was a failed or missed attack.

I don’t want to be the only one left.

“Do you really have such little faith in Yuta and Maki?” you said, untying Panda’s ribbon and then redoing it so that it was in a voluminous bow around his neck instead of the simple knot that Toge must’ve somehow done.

Sukuna is a completely different sort of opponent. It’s not that I don’t trust the others; I’m just not certain what he’s capable of. He’s already done so much. He’s already killed so many. 

“If things go to plan, then Gojo will take care of things, so the others won’t even get involved,” you said. “There’s no point in destroying yourself like this in the meanwhile, though. You’ve always been one of the most athletic of us — if you’re really so down in the dumps, why don’t you try helping the others who aren’t Itadori and Maki with physical training? You’re the perfect example of how even without Heavenly Restriction or absurd abilities, sorcerers can still hold their own. You understand normal bodies better than Maki would, too, so you’d know where the line between overkill and reasonable is more than she would.”

That’s true.

“Even if you don’t, there’s no sense in what you’re doing right now. By barely eating or sleeping, you’re not going to bring the others back. By ruining your own body, you’re not helping us all more,” you said.

Maybe not.

“Definitely not,” you said.

“She’s right,” Panda said. “Even if we can’t fight, we should at least help the others prepare.”

Should we talk to Gojo about it?

“I’m sure he won’t say no,” you said. “You’re his students, too. He’d do anything to help any of us, and you two are naturally included in that.”

“Let’s go, then!” Panda said, most likely energized by both the proposition and because he was looking so smart with his freshly styled ribbon.

“Yes, go,” you said, not adding on that he had best capitalize on the momentum while Toge was still willing to. Panda was intelligent enough to pick up on it, though and he blinked meaningfully at you in acknowledgement.

We’ll do that, then. See you later, Y/N. Thanks for everything.

“Anytime,” you said. “Don’t forget that you’re my friend, too, alright?”

As long as you don’t forget that you’re mine.

The sparring arena was almost completely empty, save for two people: Yuta and Maki. Both of them were using wooden swords instead of their typical cursed blades, but that did not take away from the deadliness of the dance-like match. They almost moved faster than the eye could see, Yuta’s delicate body no match for Maki’s sheer strength, Maki’s mere humanity no match for Yuta’s massive reserves of cursed energy. Neither of them showed any signs of wavering or giving an inch, each matching the other’s moves with some counter or another.

It was beautiful to watch. You didn’t know much about sword fighting, had never had much cause to learn, but despite that, you could tell that even in practice, Yuta and Maki were leagues above anyone else. This was nothing short of mastery on display, and they did it so casually, as if it was simple for them, as if the bout was simply all in a day’s work. Then again, you supposed that that was the case; they had obviously paired up to train, using similar weapons and having similar proficiencies, alongside a long history of sparring with one another, so this kind of match really was just a daily occurrence for them.

Finally, at once, they both decided to concede, stepping backwards due to some unspoken and invisible signal. Yuta threw his sword to the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead, while Maki brushed hers off on her pants and hung it up alongside the other practice weapons.

“That was impressive,” you said. Both of them froze, turning at once to look at you, for they had of course not noticed your entry. Then Yuta grinned and rushed over to tackle you in a hug, Maki close at his heels, so that as soon as he let go of you, you were being pulled into an embrace by her.

“Y/N! Did you really think so?” Yuta said.

“Of course, I was better, right?” Maki said.

“I think you guys are both disgusting and sweaty and should get off of me,” you said, though you didn’t make any attempts to shove them off. They were the two taking things the most seriously, and you rarely if ever saw them nowadays, just because of how focused they were on improvement. Even though you and Maki were sharing the room next to the one that Toge and Yuta were using, both of them were so drained by nightfall that they just went straight to their beds and passed out with barely more than standard greetings.

“What brings you this way?” Maki said. “It’s not that I don’t want you to visit, but even when you were still in active duty, you didn’t usually come to see us spar.”

“No reason. I just realized that if I don’t come see you now, the entire month will pass us by and we won’t have spoken at all,” you said.

“Sorry for not spending more time with you,” Yuta said, kissing your temple in apology.

“I’m not mad! I understand. If I was still fighting, I’d be doing the same,” you said. “But don’t you get the sense that things are going to change soon? I just want to be with you two for as long as I can.”

“It’s just because we have a deadline. We’re so used to dealing with missions as they come that having such a massive advance warning is screwing with everyone. There’s nothing to do but train, to that point that in all honesty, I’d almost prefer if all of this could just be over and done with tomorrow,” Yuta said.

“I’d prefer if all of this wasn’t happening in the first place,” Maki said dryly. “But you’re right. Knowing ahead of time is making the waiting worse than if we were just attacked by surprise and had to react in the moment.”

You leaned against Yuta and reached out to intertwine your fingers with Maki’s. The girl who taught you to fight and the boy who you loved so much you learned to heal. You would be nothing without either of them. Maybe Gojo had been the one to rescue you, but they were the two who had genuinely saved you, who had shown you that you were more than a L/N, that you were Y/N, a sorcerer and a healer and a person that they loved and who loved them in return.

“You two will be careful against Sukuna?” you said.

“Of course we will be,” Maki said. “You think we’ll let an even uglier version of Megumi beat us?”

“He’s your cousin, you know,” Yuta said disapprovingly. You snorted.

“Are you saying that makes her ugly, too?” you said. Maki’s jaw dropped, and she reached over to smack Yuta on the shoulder. He yelped and massaged the sore spot, giving the two of you betrayed looks.

“No! I meant that she should be nice to him because he’s her family member!” he said. You and Maki exchanged guilty glances at the explanation, which did make sense, as Yuta was overall far too mild-mannered and afraid of Maki to ever insult her in that way. When Yuta noticed, he exhaled, cuffing Maki on the ear and poking you in the side. “You two think so poorly of me.”

“Sorry, Yuta,” you said. “I should’ve known better.”

“I’m not sorry!” Maki said, clutching her ear and glaring at Yuta. “What was that for?”

“You smacked me first!” he said.

“You insulted me first!” she said.

“I just said I didn’t!”

Once their argument reached the point of blows — as in, they redrew their wooden swords and went back to sparring — you slipped away from the arena, leaving them to it, finding amusement in the playful disagreement but having no desire to get caught in the crossfire. In the meantime, you sought out the two people you had been needing to talk to the most in recent times.

“You’re really certain that you’re leaving the country before the twenty fourth?” you said. Noritoshi was patiently explaining something to Itadori, so you posed the question to Elakshi, who at the moment was just braiding new pieces of rope while sitting on the sidelines.

“Noritoshi is set on it,” she said. “He wants to take me and his family and get out of here before things get messy.”

“Do you want to?” you said. She shrugged, threading pieces of gold wire into the rope as she worked, the pads of her fingers toughened from the task, her palms callused from many days spent in the same pursuit. While her whistles could control any ropes she cursed, she had apparently discovered while in the Culling Games that she could add wire into the ropes so that they could be used to cut as well as choke and restrain.

“I don’t have any opinions for or against it,” she said, and though she was talking to you and weaving rope at the same time, her eyes remained on Noritoshi as always. “It’s fine. It’s what Noritoshi wants, so I’ll go along with it. He’s always doing things for me, so it’s just about time for me to return the favor. Besides, what kind of a girl would complain about her own life being saved?”

“That makes sense,” you said.

“I’m sorry if you were relying on me for something,” she said. “But his mind can’t be changed.”

“I wouldn’t have tried to. He’s right; running away is the better choice in this scenario. If I wasn’t so involved, I would want to do that, too,” you said.

For you, Noritoshi was like a security blanket. He was a person who had been there for you and protected you all throughout your youth, who had allowed you to become a jujutsu sorcerer, who had always defended your rights and never spoken down to you. There had been a time when he had been your closest ally against the likes of Naoya and the L/Ns, but Maki had slain Naoya and you were the head of the L/Ns and so you did not need Noritoshi to fill that role for you anymore. You did not need to cling to him any longer, but there was still something you needed from him.

“Were we born in normal times, both he and I would most likely be considered as strong and respectable sorcerers,” Elakshi said, setting aside the completed rope, whistling a short song so that it wound itself up into a small coil that she tucked into her bag. “So I don’t feel inadequate or anything. In this era, though, where the legends of the world run rampant, we are insignificant at best and hindrances at worst.”

You snorted. “Tell me about it.”

“You are one such legend, Y/N,” she said. “You’re the girl who brought someone back to life. What kind of everyday sorcerer could compare to that? Anyways, even if you hadn’t done that, you saved me. Maybe to everyone else, that was something inconsequential, but it changed the entire trajectory of my existence. You told me it was okay for me to exist. You introduced me to this world of people that helped me be strong, this world of people that love me for who I am, and so, even if it’s just to me, you will always be a hero.”

As soon as Noritoshi was done with Itadori, he jogged over to where you and Elakshi were sitting. Crouching in front of you two due to the lack of chairs, he smiled when Elakshi bent over to wipe the sand from his face.

“Y/N!” he said, catching Elakshi’s hand when she tried to withdraw it, holding it in his own while talking to you, earning an affectionate yet exasperated scoff from her. “It’s good to see you.”

“And you as well,” you said. “Though that’s not why I’m here. Actually, I have to ask you a favor.”

“A favor?” he said, instantly guarded. “If it’s about me leaving Japan, then don’t bother. I’ve already made my mind up about leaving, so you’ll only be wasting your breath if you try to convince me otherwise.”

“It is about that, but I’m not going to try and convince you to not go,” you said. “I support you fully.”

“Then what?” he said.

“My mother,” you said. “Please take her with you.”

“Did she ask for that?” he said. You shook your head.

“No, I’m making the decision on my own. She has nothing in the way of cursed energy or techniques, and it’s not like she can use Composition. There’s zero justification for her to stay, except that she has nowhere else to go,” you said. “This is the last favor I’ll ever ask of you, so won’t you oblige? If it’s money you need, then I can provide that. Just please take care of her until things have settled down and she can come back.”

“Don’t worry about the money,” he said. “It’s not a problem at all. We were partners once, weren’t we? I’ll take care of her, just as I’m sure you would’ve taken care of mine if I had asked.”

“Thank you,” you said, and then for some reason you suddenly felt so very weepy, leaning over and hugging him tightly before doing the same to Elakshi. “Have a safe trip, both of you. We’ll see each other soon, won’t we?”

“It’s just like if we were going on vacation or back to Kyoto to study,” Noritoshi said, though of course it wasn’t, not really. But it felt better to pretend that it was, so you swallowed and then nodded.

“We’ll be back before you know it,” Elakshi added. “Though probably a fair bit heavier. Your mother is a really good cook, you know…”

Gojo was sitting alone in an office as per usual, eating some of the cookies your mother had made for him and going through a photo album. At first, you thought that it was one from his childhood, but when you peered over the desk, you saw that it was from your own first year at the school — a collection of pictures of you and your classmates doing things throughout the term.

“I didn’t take most of these,” he said, snapping it shut and pushing it across the desk to you. “Besides the selfies of us, of course. A lot were Panda’s doing; Tullia took a fair few, too, and most of the ones of just you are from Yuta. I even bribed Utahime and Mei Mei to give me a couple from your first exchange event. It was meant to be your next Christmas present.”

You touched the album gingerly, for it was therefore the culmination of the precious memories you had made in your first year at Tokyo Jujutsu Tech. Tracing your fingers over the title, which was messily scrawled in his handwriting, you bit your lip.

“How’d you know I’d like something like this?” you said.

“First of all, I’ve known you since you were a baby, so of course I did,” he said. “But also…I’ve always wished I had something like this of my own years at school, so I figured you would be much the same. It’s a way for you to always have a piece of the people you love, regardless of how far away they go or how long it’s been since you last saw them.”

In the pages of this album, everyone was still alive. Everyone was still happy. Nothing bad had happened to any of you yet. Nothing bad would ever happen to you, at least not the versions frozen in the collection of pictures.

“Thank you,” you said, putting aside the album, clasping his hands in your own and resting your forehead on them, your tears dripping onto his knuckles. “Thank you so much.”

“I’m sorry that this is the only thing I could give you,” he said.

“No,” you said. “No, don’t apologize. This is the best present you could’ve ever come up with. I appreciate it more than I would’ve anything fancy.”

“Do you mind if I give it to you early?” he said. “Just in case.”

“Okay,” you said, your tears coming down quicker and quicker with every passing moment. “Okay, you can do that. But you’ll win, right? I’ll just hold onto it until you’ve defeated him and come back, and then you can properly give it to me.”

He used the end of his sleeve to dab at your cheeks, holding your face in one hand and wrinkling his nose at your reddened eyes.

“Come on,” he said. “You’re crying so much and nothing’s even happened yet. How am I supposed to go and fight Sukuna when I know my dear student is bawling at home?”

“I don’t know,” you said.

“You’re throwing me off my game,” he said, knocking your chin up and then folding his arms across his chest. “Y/N, you little saboteur! Are you secretly working with the curses?”

You giggled despite yourself. “No.”

“If you keep it up with the waterworks, I’ll be forced to assume you are,” he said seriously. “So that means you have to quit it.”

“Alright,” you sniffed, somehow finding the strength to smile at him instead. “Is this better?”

“Eh, a little bit. I don’t know what Yuta sees in you, but it’s definitely a tad more motivating to see you being the way you usually are,” he said.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?” you said.

“Nothing,” he said innocently.

“I thought that breaking free from the L/Ns and the higher ups would mean that I could just happily be in a relationship with him for once, but now you’re telling me I have to deal with you and Hakari naysaying us?” you said. “Of course, it’s not a surprise that the two biggest idiots on this side of Tokyo are the ones against us.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Gojo said. “Whatever. C’mon, enough with the crying. Go show your present to your friends.”

“Okay,” you said. “Thank you again. I know I said it already, but I hope you know just how much I mean it.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Don’t worry. I do.”

It was late at night by the time that you, Yuta, Maki, Panda, and Toge could all look through the album together. Piling together on the ground in front of your desk, all of them watched as you opened the album, your head on Yuta’s shoulder when you did so.

All of the pictures were of a similar nature. One was of Yuta, his brow scrunched endearingly as he held two bouquets of flowers in his hands, evidently trying to decide which one to buy. Another was of Maki polishing the first sword she had been given by Gojo, her round glasses reflecting the care she was taking to not damage the precious weapon. Beside that one was a photo of Toge and Panda in the middle of baking a cake, flour covering Panda’s wet nose and a dripping spatula clenched in Toge’s fist as he shouted something at his counterpart. Then there was one of you and Tullia as she organized her poisons and told some joke that you laughed at from your perch on the counter beside her. The entire album was like that, the many snapshots of you and your loved ones proving to be an exercise in nostalgia.

“This must’ve taken him forever to get together,” Maki said, though her voice lacked any of its usual bravado.

“I was wondering why he had asked me to email him every picture I had ever taken of her,” Yuta said quietly. “This must have been the reason.”

“Salmon,” Toge said.

“What’s the cover say?” Panda said. You shut the album to show them the front, which featured a picture that Ieri had taken of you and Gojo right after you had become an official Grade 1 sorcerer. Both of you were grinning at the camera and throwing up peace signs, his arm tossed casually around your shoulders, his blindfold endearingly crooked, covering his eyes but never his pride in you.

Y/N’s First Year as a Sorcerer!

Put together with help from her best friends:

Maki Zenin, Yuta Okkotsu, Toge Inumaki, Panda, and Tullia Ferraro

Given to her with lots of love from Satoru Gojo :)

#yuuta x reader #yuuta x y/n #yuuta x you #reader insert #canon au #pomegranate ink #m1ckeyb3rry writes

[thetooclevermartian]

need to get on my a-spec soapbox for a bit

something that's been on my mind and bothering me is the fact that people are, in a way, gatekeeping characters from being headcanoned as aro/ace. most often i see it manifesting as "this character can't be aro/ace/aroace because they did x!" and it really really bothers me because we a-spec people have such little representation, and when we try to find some for ourselves, even through headcanons, that's taken away from us too.

for example, i saw a post about how katniss everdeen can't be aroace because she married peeta and had kids. (no hate to op btw, i'm just explaining why i disagree strongly). but that statement negates several things. 1) sexual and romantic attraction are spectrums. meaning that some people are going to be on them and still experience sexual and romantic attraction to a degree. they're still a-spec. personally, i headcanon katniss as demiromantic demisexual, meaning she'd need a close emotional bond with someone before she could be attracted to someone in either way. which fits with canon that she is attracted to peeta and also doesn't acknowledge experiencing attraction to anyone else (except maybe platonic attraction with gale but that's another thing). anyway. 2) ATTRACTION IS NOT REQUIRED FOR A RELATIONSHIP. or marriage. or kids. or sex. or kissing. or anything, really. to say katniss can't be a-spec because she does these things erases the experiences of aroaces that do do these things. plus, for younger me, an aroace kid who didn't know he was aroace, seeing a character that wasn't focused on romance at all was important to me. even now, it's still important to me! i'll stand by a-spec katniss because of that!

one that also bothers me, though i see where people are coming from, is kaz brekker and inej ghafa. and though i completely understand not headcanoning them as a-spec, i have seen people shaming the fact that others would interpret them as such. (not to mention i have a-spec headcanons for them both that are supported by canon, but that's a post for another time). in a world where a-spec people have such little representation, why would you try and make us feel bad for looking for it? who does it harm if we headcanon characters as such? i've also seen other people say, "you have tolya and harshaw [other grishaverse characters if you don't know], who are either confirmed or heavily implied, why would you headcanon kaz and inej?" and again, no hate to these people, but have you ever considered that a) i want a wide variety of aro/ace spectrum characters. this includes characters that experience sexual/romantic attraction to some degree, or not at all but still engage in sexual or romantic actions. b) aro and ace people are never the main characters. (and in the case of tolya and harshaw, i'd like there to be more than just two minor characters who are in only 4/9 books combined). because in typical literature and media, main characters have to have romance. they have to have sex, or sexiness, at least. and behind that, they have to have attraction. if they have these things without attraction, they're a slut or a whore or an emotionless robot. c) so often, i am looking for myself in characters, because i know if i don't search, i will almost never explicitly find them.

all this big long stuff to say that i cannot put into words the exact, deep, acute ache i feel when i think about aroace representation and about how little we have. who does it benefit to keep us from finding ourselves and our unique experiences in characters we like? i'm just so exhausted of having my identities' representations stolen from me just because people don't understand what it means to be aromantic or asexual. so for the love of all things, please just let me find happiness in my favorite characters, cause god knows we aren't getting good, varied, common representation anytime soon.

#ok i'm off the soapbox #for now #LET US HEADCANON CHARACTERS AS A-SPEC WITHOUT BACKLASH PLEASE I'M BEGGING #you can pry my a-spec headcanons out of my cold dead hands #aromantic #asexual #katniss everdeen #the hunger games #kaz brekker #inej ghafa #tolya yul bataar #harshaw #six of crows #shadow and bone #king of scars #grishaverse

[blackfangedreaper]

HOUSEMATES

Summary: Episode 1

Pairings: Luffy x black!fem!reader

Warning: cursing, character crossover, grammatical errors.

Tags: @closet-degenerate @luffyinlove @iin0va @avaricious-hoe @sanjisblackasswife @audreys-works

Note: Characters are aged up/down and within the range; 20-30.

The first person to make an appearance was a halfcut, average height, built male. A scowl present on his plump lips as he entered the villa. He made his way towards two center tables; one larger than the other, right by the crashing waves of the beach, a tray of champagne flutes and an ice box that contained two champagne bottles entering his vision. He picked one up before taking in the view of the huge villa he was now going to be staying in. "Everyone's late." He sighed, humming a little at the taste of the champagne. The screen then switched to his interview scene.

"Why am i here again?" He asked perplexed, clicking his tongue before he crossing his arms. His french accent highlighting his words. A transition then occured, showing his name in bright neon colours.

Levi ackerman- 30, French.

Likes: peace and quiet.

Hates: people (in general) and disloyalty.

"Usually when people first see me they think 'unapproachable'. They're right. I never did like socialising. I'm more of a lone wolf kinda man but if i think you're interesting enough, then I'll try my best not to look annoyed at you." He said flashing a smirk at the camera before it flicked back to the meet up area.

The next people to enter were two orange haired women one slightly ginger than the other. The tanned woman had her hand linked with the light skinned woman as they made their way towards the slightly empty area. The ginger waving at levi.

"Omg! Hi!" Levi who waved back ushering them to the table and pouring a glass for them. "Welcome, here have a drink." The other woman nodded thanking him before looking around.

She had big brown eyes, full eyelashes and pink plump lips. Her orange hair glinting under the lounge lights. She had on an orange bikini with brown short shorts that brought out her curves. Sporting a windmill and tangerine tattoo on her shoulder.

"To be honest i'm only doing this for the money- i mean the friends I'll make along the way." She smiled not knowing her eyes were betraying the statement she made as they donned dollar signs.

Nami bell-mere- 24, swedish

Likes: tangerines, gossip and money.

Hates: being broke and sharing.

"I get a phone call from a woman named De saying 'oh! You're invited to the hottest dating show in the world; wild love.' And i was like 'what? No!' But immediately she told me that i get to stay on an island and win money i flew over here faster than she could say 'welcome'."

The other woman matched with nami but with a cream bikini and brown short shorts. Her curly ginger hair falling down her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes darting to the champagne almost immediately.

"Ouhhh is this róse? I like it! Do you have more?" She said sipping from the champagne flute that she wouldn't to let go of.

Kaia ikae- 24, Japanese/african

Likes: writing, grape cotton candy and sleeping

Hates: Assignments, interruption of her naps and nova not really.

"Please! I think putting me on an island filled with hot men is a bad idea! Trust me i am ready for some action. Time to put on my irresistible charm cause tonight is the night baby!"

"You both look wonderful. I'm levi." He introduced, bringing up a hand to shake them. Kaia giggled commenting on his 'hot' accent to which she received a low chuckle.

"Born and raised in france."

"No way! I've always dreamt of going there, care to take me there sometime? I'm kaia by the way." She said beaming while eyeing levi up and down. This man was delicious, she doesn't know if she'll be able to control her self for much longer especially when she was going to be here a months.

"Haha i'm in danger." She exhaled sharply biting her lips.

"Anytime chérie and you are?" He asked looking at the other woman who seemed lost in thought while staring at the contents of the very expensive champagne in her glass. "Oh! I'm nami. Nice to meet you!"

"Oh! Swedish are you?" He hummed taking a sip from his glass.

"Ah! Yes that obvious?" Nami sweatdropped tilting her head to the side.

"Not-" but before he could finish kaia started hollering. The silent waves now being overshadow by growing chatter as three very attractive men made an appearance. Levi raised his eyebrows at the males who stepped into the view. All shirtless donning red, orange and pink shorts.

The orange haired male arms over the other males shoulder as they walked into the lounge laughing. "Man your funny!" The whiskered male choked out. His eyelids crinkled to the point they hid his baby blue eyes. Rubbing his chiseled stomach due to how hard he was laughing. He had on orange shorts that had an orange and red fox keychain dangling on one of his belt loops.

"No no he's actually a pretty cool guy! I know this is a show for love and stuff but i'm more excited to make friends actually!" He said his fangs peeking out as he smiled.

Naruto uzumaki- 23, japanese

Likes: ramen, foxes and speech making.

Hates: condescending people and paperwork.

"Hello! I'm naruto uzumaki! And i plan to win this thing! What do we get though? Uoh! Maybe a life supply of ramen. Right?"

"It would have been funnier if you saw his face!" The scarred male said laughing. His ebony hair swishing with every move he made. His gums on display as the camera zoomed in on him, his red shorts fitted a little low around his waist, showing his delicious v-line. A yellow scarf draped around it with a straw hat present on his head.

"When i walked in i was like 'woah! This place is huge!' You people must have a big kitchen right? estou com fome (i'm hungry), can we continue after i eat?" He scowled when his stomach grumbled before standing up from the director chair and walking off in search of his next meal.

Monkey D. Luffy- 23, Portuguese/Brazilian.

Likes: Meat, dancing and exploring.

Hates: staying in one damn place and anyone who takes his food away.

"Huh? Yes i do! How'd you know speak spanish too? You creep have you been stalking me?!" He squinted his eyes, pouting a little as he had to be dragged back to his seat with the promise of food later.

"Yeah no shit! You have funny friends man!" The pink haired man said white teeth twinkling as he laughed along with them. He ran his hand through his pink hair. His pink shorts donning pink flames, a scarf wrapped around his neck and a tattoo on his right arm.

"I'm walking in and i see these two dudes arriving the same time as me so i'm like shit they look cool, especially the guy who had a scar on his chest; i'm dying to know how he got that, anyways my point is i thought they'd make awesome friends and i was right!" He said shuffling on his chair.

Natsu dragneel- 23, Guadeloupean.

Likes: Exploring, dragonfruit, making friends and starting fires

Hates: Boring conversations and any means of transportation (Gets motionsickness).

"It was hell on the plane, the attendants had to keep them paper bags coming because i kept filling the ones i had over and over again."

"Oh my God! You guys are gorgeous!" Kaia said clapping in excitement at the sexy men that just walked in.

"Oh please, the only gorgeous ones here are you two. I mean you at you!" Naruto said giving them a hug before proceeding to shake levi's hand. "What's up man!"

"Yeah he's right you girls are beautiful." Natsu said refilling nami's glass with raised eyebrows as he took her figure in.

"Sim..." (Yes) Luffy nodded raising kaia's hand to lay a kiss on it. "A very beautiful woman indeed." Kaia flushed, clenching at the thought of climbing this tall sexy brazilian tree. "hazukashī!" (i'm embarrassed) she tittered out.

As they were getting to know each other a tall, dyed black haired woman appeared, her hair in two pigtails. A white bikini around her form bringing attention to her abs and the snake tattoo present on her thigh as she walked in. She smiled as she took in the her now housemates. Her violet eyes scanning them head to toe before internally fangirling.

"Ack! Everyone's so hot! I can't wait to meet them, some of them seem nice, did you see the whiskered guy? He was so cute!!" She fangirled her hands palming her face. Her accent sounded so pleasing to the ears as she spoke non-stop.

Diane middleton- 25, British.

Likes: Compliments, working out, hot men and women.

Hates: anyone who threatens her love life and friends, tea.

"Oh hello!" She greeted, giggling at their stunned expressions before they finally stumbled out a hello.

"Oh my God! British accent!" Kaia whooped, giving nami a high five.

"My gosh! Finally!" Nami said beaming at the dark haired woman.

"You look like a princess!" Naruto said pouring her a glass. "I look like a princess?" Diane laughed. "Wait till you hear my name!"

"No way, Kate Middleton?" Luffy laughed pointing with his head tilted as everyone chuckled at his answer.

"Woah! Close but no!" She snickered. "It's actually diane middleton!"

"Holy shit! He was close!" Natsu said smacking his shoulder before turning completely silent, everyone then turned to look at what his stunned expression was for and damn!

"Woah! Look at her go! Wooo! Girl!"

"Would you look at that!"

"Another gorgeous woman!"

"Ho?"

"She's stunning!"

A dark skinned woman entered next. Her lavender bikini top and bottoms paired with a black scarf wrapped around her waist. Her curly hair bouncing with each step she made, her teeth on display as she walked in. She looked around before her eyes zoned in on everyone as she walked down the stairs. Waving at everyone with a bright smile on her face. "Hi!"

"You people better not be playing a pop song for my intro, give me phonk! I wanna be in a fucking edit!" You declared pumping your fist.

Y/n l/n- 20, african.

Likes: Anime, writing, making up scenarios in her head and (your likes)

Hates: how single she is and (your dislikes)

"What?! You people want to kill me! What's with the hot guys, i'm so writing something about this!" You said your eyes wide, a smile dragging at your lips as you continued to exclaim in your mother tongue.

"Well aren't you gorgeous!" Natsu said extending a champagne flute towards you before bringing you into a hug that ended with him kissing your cheek.

"Oh please stop! I should be saying that! You all look so good!" You giggled then proceeded to introduce yourself to everyone as they did the same.

"Wow, you sound so exotic! I like it! Where're you from?" Diane said beaming at you before bringing you in for a hug.

"I'm from africa actually!" You smiled asking them where they all came from.

"Wow that's pretty far!" Natsu said tilting his head.

"You have no idea! I'm still waiting for the jetlag to kick in." You sighed pouting as everyone chuckled at you. Nami patting your back in consolation.

The next people to walk in had heads turning and jaws dropping. They legit looked like super models. The woman's cherubic but sharp eyes, her long dark hair and pink plump lips, a dark purple bra-top and bikini bottoms bringing out her figure. She strutted forward with confidence taking in the villa with a scowl on her beautiful face.

"To be honest i'm too beautiful for anyone on this low budget show, so i really don't know why i'm here." The woman said flipping her hair, which caused her serpent earrings to swing.

Boa hancock- 28, korean.

Likes: Herself, being beautiful and snakes.

Hates: All some men and confrontation.

"Ok that was a bit harsh, i am on this show for one reason and only that and i'm not afraid to bite anyone that gets in my way." She declared blushing as she looked away.

The man that walked in with boa towered over her, it seems like they knew each each cause he bent down a little to whisper something to her in their language, a smirk playing on his lips as he ruffled his blue hair. He wore dark red shorts that matched with his eyes. His canines peeking out from between his lips as he smiled. "Hello, ladies~"

"Damn! What's everyone so hot for? I walk in and everyone's as smokin' as me. That's unfair!" He said pouting before he laughed a conniving 'this is gonna be fun' slipping out of his mouth.

Ban fokkushu- 28, korean.

Likes: flirting, ruining relationships and crop tops

Hates: being taken for granted, his loved ones being hurt.

"I've known hancock since we were children, t'was quite a shock she was let on the show i mean she can barely stand me, talkless of others."

"Now aren't you two hotties!" At this point kaia had the comical hearts for eyes.

"Could say the same about you sweetie!" Ban said, flirting before turning to dab naruto, natsu and luffy up, then giving a nod to levi.

"Ugh, you're disgusting!" Boa said rolling her eyes. "Hello, i'm boa hancock and this is ban, don't let his sweet act fool you!" She bowed before squinting her eyes at the men then turning to smile at the women.

"Well, aren't you lot gorgeous!" She smiled giving the girls a wink and side hugs.

"Nice to meet you boa! Let me introduce you to everyone!" Kaia flushed, taking it upon her self to introduce everyone to her, while nami poured a glass of champagne for her.

"I didn't know i would be meeting so much culturally diverse people here!" You smiled eager to know more about everyone.

"It came as a shock for me too!" Naruto laughed. Everyone agreeing with him. It was quite unusual though. Why were they here?

"Yeah but come on! We are on wild love we're allowed to do whatever we want!" Kaia said standing beside luffy who nodded. Oh, No you're not.

"Yeah! And we all know what's happening next." Natsu wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. No, you don't.

"Yeah you're right! We're all gonna have fun!" Naruto said raising his glasses for cheers. "Let's go wild baby!" Everyone rose their glasses hollering. Not noticing the lava lamp on the lower table next to them blink red.

'Heh i think they bought it, now shifting the camera to you nova!' De the now revealed commentator spoke.

"On the contrary De, my work is only just the beginning, the next eight hours are crucial. I will gather data and analysis my guests behaviour, before the rules of my retreat are revealed.'

'Well you heard it folks, see you later novey! Now back to our guests. What are they going to do now? Explore their new home? Go for a walk on the breath stopping beach? Nope! Debriefing on who they'll like to be de-briefing!" De giggled.

6:34:32.

The camera moving on to the boys on longue chairs, various drinks on the table as they talked and laughed.

"Ok! So if you had one option!" Natsu asked pointing at naruto.

"It's obvious that boa is an absolute goddess!" He flushed nodding his head, the others agreeing with him.

"I say boa." Levi nodded sipping on his glass of whiskey.

"Boa, sorry boys!" Natsu chuckled with the men around him. Couldn't they pick someone else?

"Boa?" Luffy asked shrugging and looking around to see the said woman but locked eyes with you instead, heat roaming his face at your smile. Woah, quem é ela? (Who is she?)

"What about you?" Naruto gestured to the blue haired male.

"I'm gonna say y/n, there's just something about her from that first look that's just captivating, right?" Ban smirked, tilting his head a little to look at the said girl. Luffy's brow twitched.

"She looks a little young though." Natsu rose his eyebrows.

"She does..." Levi squinted his eyes at the woman. Interesting.

"Ho? No changing minds now." Ban smirked taking in the sudden interest in levi's eyes.

Ban's all here for y/n but it looks like the rest of the boys want to split boa four ways... That didn't sound right. Now unto the girls.

"Well, if you could just pick one without thinking who would you pick?" Nami asked smirking.

"Hmm? can't i just pick them all?" Kaia pouted causing giggles to escape from their mouths.

"Well i really like naruto! He's pretty cute!" Diane squealed covering her red face.

"I want to keep my options open but I've got my eyes on levi!" You said eyeing the halfcut male.

"Ugh... Well one has yet to catch my attention." Boa scoffed for looking away, her cheeks becoming red as she eyed a certain male.

"Money." Everyone laughed when nami deadpanned and before anyone could say anything else a transition came in, pop music playing as the villa was showed.

This season is gonna be hot! But it's gonna get hotter when nova drops the sex ban. Let's hope everyone will enjoy the villa though. Speaking of villa, lets get to exploring!!

3:45:12.

The gang hollered as they walked all over the villa from the bars to the lounge rooms, the bathroom and changing rooms and also the numerous bathtubs and pools before they arrived at the bedroom where you found five beds meaning some of you would have to share.

Everyone started to choose their sleeping partner so you decided to stay with diane since you both were talking on your way there, plus she was so nice and fun to talk too. You both fangirling and squealing at how everyone and everything looked.

"Nooo! This is sexy!" Kaia laughed rolling on the soft sheets before joining the conversation you all were having. The scene switching again to them having fun in the three teir pool.

"I plan to get this over with as possible, everyone thinks they could get boa with simple tricks and pick up lines. The sooner they know they don't have a chance the better." Levi said rolling his eyes.

"Woah already?" Natsu's jaw dropped at levi talking with boa.

"No way! What so you think they're talking about." Naruto asked a little antsy. The camera now flicked to boa and levi sharing a drink by the pool bar, levi smirking while boa had a content look on her face.

"Hah! Well back to the option list!" Y/n sighed, laughing as she moved side to side on her sit.

"Damn boa be taking all the men!" Kaia cackled smacking her thigh. "Kinda sad though."

"Hello lovelies!" A smooth deep voice reached their ears. He had two drinks in his hands. "You guys want a drink? I only got one though, anyone want it?" He smiled his fangs peeking out. Hook.

"Everyone's focused on boa right now so it's my chance to make my territory known. I'm coming for you y/n." Ban said rubbing his hands.

"I want it." You rose your hands smiling. "You want it?" He rose his finely craved eyebrow. "Yeah." You assured your eyes lowering a little. Line.

"Then come over here." He smirked jerked his head and walking backwards. You laughed following him to the in-built ceramic chairs in the pool. Sinker.

"No! Ban was smooth! So charming! I'm swooning!" Diane squealed

"Here ya go!" He gave you the drink after you were sat. Before taking a sit in front of you. "Thanks! Now what do i owe this wonderful company." You giggled taking a sip from your glass cup.

"Well the view here is beautiful and i just wanted to share it with someone as beautiful." He smiled, his crimson eyes twinkling. You laughed your free hand coming up to your cheeks feeling it heat up.

"My gosh that's so cute! Thank you." You smiled softly. "Is that the cutest thing anyone has said to you?" It was silent for a while as you pursed your lips pretending to think. "Hmm, no."

He bursted out laughing. "Wow, that's unfair but seriously i want to get to know you." He leaned forward a little. "That's so sweet, well um... I'm african, i like to write and i speak igbo, german and a little Italian." You beamed sharing your interests.

"Oh! A multilingual queen, say something for me in one of those." He suggested. You looked at him humming before looking into his eyes. "anya gi mara mma." You smirked, taking in his intrigue.

"And what does that mean?" Ban asked curious a little smile on his face. "It means uh, your eyes are beautiful." Your face heated up, while he rose his eyebrows getting a little flustered before he laughed.

"Thank you! I'm guessing that's igbo?" He asked tilting his head. "Yeah it is, what of you? Anything you want to tell me in your language?"

"너랑 키스해도 되." He said before saying the meaning. "It means 'can i kiss you?'" Your eyes widened your lips agape. "My gosh... You're so cute, yes!" He flushed moving closer to you to bring you into a slow and sensual kiss.

"Please ban is so cute and funny! And i can't stand cute and funny guys! My ultimate weakness. They always make me lose my clothing, i'm talking all clothes off! All the time!" You squealed fiddling with the string microphone pinned on your bikini top.

You both separated your eyes fluttering open, staring at each other before a smile bloomed on your face. "Wow your a great kisser." He said a little flustered. "Oh please don't be modest!" You smiled biting your lips, taking note of your lip gloss on his lips.

"Wait you got a little something..." You leaned in, looking into his eyes as you swiped your thumb over lips. Smirking a little when you saw him avert his eyes.

"Oh God! She's so sexy, i feel like tonight's gonna be my night!" Ban groaned his hands vovering his flustered expression as he leaned back into his chair.

"Woah! Ban's fast!" Natsu said eyeing you both. Naruto beside him laughing. "He's got game, i have to admit!" Turning to look at luffy who had his straw hat over his eyes, a scowl present on his lips as his chest moved up and down slowly. "Oh, luffy's asleep already, must've been tired." He signed.

00:01:09.

The scene was now switched to everyone in the lounge room beside the pool. Once they were settled, chatter filled the room as the sun started to go down. The screen then shifted to a certain lava lamp that had been on the center table and turned off the whole time before it suddenly flicked to life taking a light pink before it blinked to a calm orange and spoke.

"Welcome housemates." Everyone jumped turning to the lamp. "I am nova. Hello everyone." Hi's and hello's echoed around the area. "I am here to guide you through your journey of self love and true love. As i want your relationships to be based on genuine fondness rather than sexual attraction, I will now set some rules."

Confused chattering rang around the open space before a light skinned girl, her long black hair set in pig tails, curiosity shimmering in her brown orbs, a permanent smile set on her lips as she spoke. "Now that's interesting, I'm quite interested in your rules, nova." Everyone agreed, some letting their eyes linger on the female.

"Good, now the rules are simple; NO KISSING, NO HEAVY PETTING and NO SEX." Their eyes widened some saying 'bullshit' and some already searching for loop holes. The others had their lips in straight lines. "The wristband present on your wrists are for those moments where kissing will be an exception if need be but i will deduct money from the $200,000 i have allocated to you all as a prize, if you refuse to follow the rules." Nova turned a calm blue.

"What??!" Everyone groaned. "This is crazy we're gonna end up broke!" A naruto groaned "Not on my watch!" Nami assured with a growl. A cute laugh echoed around the room at the bickering, his hand patting his scarred chest after choking for a while before cussing in spanish. The only calm ones were you, levi and diane. "Welcome to your long, hard, sexless summer." Nova was definitely being mischievous.

Well this just got more interesting.

#monkey d. luffy #naruto uzumaki #levi ackerman #diane #ban #boa hancock #nami #natsu igneel #luffy x reader #reality dating show series #based on too hot too handle

[onyourhyuck]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 4 / 25. PART 5 LINK.

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areum sat in silence with hyuck in the same room. she took small glances to stare at the upset tan boy who did not bother to hide the emotions he was feeling. his lips part slowly, “are you— going to leave anytime soon?”

the statement was filled with curiosity and emotional intent, he somehow felt happy that areum did not leave on bad terms with jeno. areum looks up, surprise and shock written on her face. “not tonight, jeno wants me to stay over.”

hyuck slowly nods, tapping the feet in awkward manner. “I hope you leave soon.” this was meant to come out in an angry tone, instead it comes out with uncertainty and sadness. “just like you did before, without a goodbye.” he carries. areum reaches a hand over to haechan’s palms that were extended on, elbows resting on the thighs of his. their hands lightly touching.

“sorry hyuck, i didn’t necessarily have a choice.” areum softly told. hyuck nods understanding. “i figured that out today.” the boy was quick to speak, no longer tongue tied. “will i see you tomorrow?” he was quick to ask, he still wants to hear a confident answer from areum. the woman shown a small smile, “mhm i’ll be here.”

jeno walks inside at the sight, haechan pull away from areum with a bow to jeno. “i’ll take my leave.” the man nods patting hyuck’s shoulders, watching the boy leave them in the bedroom.

“i’ll take that as you and hyuck making up?” jeno raised his eyebrow, turning to areum fully. the woman wearing an oversized shirt covering the entire body reaching the inner thighs. he felt the seaming unholy thoughts rinse in the head, jeno’s eyes swimming about like fish as they were constantly moving around areum’s body. the woman felt his obvious eyes, a slight blunt answer coming.

“you’re checking me out.” areum said, the man in front quick to respond as if he was prepared to answer. “i am,” jeno shortly chuckled, “you can’t blame me, you look good.”

areum scoffing in bafflement quick, not believing a single thing he was saying to her. “you’re just saying that.” not only was she hungover, felt half dead from last night, body aching as if she did ten years worth of gym workout, she was raw exposed bare face. not aware of how much jeno loved seeing this side of areum the most.

upon hearing those words come out of areum, jeno wasn’t going to let the woman believe that, because it’s not true. jeno loves all the sides of areum. his body walks over to the bed where areum sat, her eyes seeing jeno walk over leaning down to her further; areum was quick to lay down on the bedsheets, with jeno crawling on top of areum. he’d smirk above, “i’m not just saying that, areum.”

the way her name rolls off his tongue left a shiver down her spine, areum watching jeno in observant manner. noticing the lovely freckle on one of his cheeks, fluffed up hair, the way his collarbones moved with his muscle hands side by side trapping areum underneath him in the position on the bed.

“i’m being serious.” he trails again, not able to contain himself any longer, his lips galloping to the jawline, smooching it there. moving down to the sensitive soft neckline, a trail of wet kisses given on areum. feeling the way areum was tensing up at such minor actions, it was a sign that she was enjoying it a little by little the more it carried on. areum allowing the neck kisses travel down to the collarbones exposed by the loose large shirt. this was more sensual than the night before, areum remembered.

the night before was full of emotions the two could not communicate over the year of being apart. something about it being mixed in with love and hate at the same time, this caused forgiveness between them to be mutual. jeno no longer felt like he was holding a grudge, areum was able to voice out her words without hurting jeno and he could do the same, without hurting areum. overall, the sexual tension was at its peak.

however now, this was way more sensual and rather calm. jeno was relaxed with areum here, the way his lips were both soft but direct, his body still held a controlling strength of wanting to dominate. areum was reciprocating back once a breathy moan escaped, responding to a sweet spot that jeno has worked his way on to, gently biting down and sucking. his ears begging to hear more senseless noises come out of the woman underneath him, it were like bewitching music to him.

“you’re so beautiful.” jeno states, not telling but making it a factual point as if there was no debate to hear other opinions. “you have me under your control and you don’t even realise that, areum” he softly mumbled against the kisses that fell down to the out of the open shoulder. this moment was very much therapeutic to them both, a very relaxing soft moment where there were communication involved.

areum murmurs out in plain wonder, “even if i wore a plastic trash bag?” she felt the man stop moving nearby the neck, warm breathe if laughter coming past the soft lips. “yes, even if you wore a plastic trash bag to seduce me.” with a response he was laughing, areum knitting eyes up at the smiling expression on jeno. he found it endearing to hear such obscured questions.

the sexual tension disappears the moment their loving eyes and wide grins met again, along with the funny question being asked, although it was a genuine question from areum, jeno answered it with both honesty and banter. areum smirks, “i’ll take notes then.” feeling the full vein hands walking up and down her thighs, inner thighs and under the thighs constantly, he was feeling her because he needed to; jeno longing to feel areum . “don’t be shocked to see me dressed in one, one day.”

the way his hands smoothly run along going up the thigh, lifting little bit of the fabric oversized shirt on the way, exploding the white lines of her bottom lingerie. jeno smirks hearing those words. “i’ll look forward to it.”

he would say as his lips lean down to areum, kissing them softly. their kiss consisting of deep emotional basis, areum slowly returning it back with her arms suddenly wrapping around jeno’s neck.

“I feel like i’m interrupting something.” a voice broke the kiss shared between jeno and areum. the boy was first to turn to the open door and by the frame, a doctor in white coat leaning as he was looking at them with a raised teasing eyebrow.

he always knew there was something going on between them.

areum was very much going timid, embarrassed and shy. she slightly sits up, wanting to go off the position however a hand gently pushes down on her stomach, making areum stay down, he slowly calms down rubbing her down to keep the anxiousness off. jeno was very much unbothered however.

“need anything hyung?” jeno casually throws out, kun shaking his head as his hand reaches for the doorknob. “don’t worry about it i can wait in the morning, remember to use protection that’s all” kun pauses pointing to the door. “and with close the door please, there are children around here.” he scolds like a mother catching his son with his girlfriend for the first time.

jeno turns to areum immediately being hit by a pillow that she grabbed nearby, he laughs seeing the redness on the girl’s face from the embarrassment. she can’t believe they forgot the door was open!

“yah why didn’t you close the door!” areum shouts, jeno putting his hands in surrender, catching the pillow areum threw at him as he was standing away from the bed now. “I forgot!” jeno tells.

areum huffs, “I’m going to bed.” she’d lay back into the bedsheets tucking her in the bed, sinking back on the comfortable sheets. jeno grins as he saw areum’s back to him. he crawls on the bedsheets sitting next to her, “round two isn’t happening?”

he’d lean to joke forward, hearing areum scoff in disbelief. “who said I’ll do round two with you?” areum said.

“you were pretty convinced few minutes ago.” jeno teased, watching areum turn to face him on the bed as jeno was laying down next to her, facing her too.

“be quiet i’m going to sleep.” areum demands in a minor huff, closing eyes. he hums softly, stroking some hair behind areum’s ears as he leans towards her to kiss her head. “alright big baby, sleep well.” jeno would tell.

he knew one thing for sure, he won’t be able to sleep. jeno will be watching areum’s peaceful face as she slept, keeping watch out on her and observing the woman. it’ll be a miracle if he could sleep.

early morning sunlight peaking through the closed blinds, areum snuggling deep onto jeno’s chest with arms tightly wrapped around the male; legs over his side, as jeno had one hand wrapping on areum’s hips with the peaceful snores emitting out.

areum waking up first, she was blessed to see the mafia leader look so endearing in his sleep. he had a small content happy smile plastered on in his sleep. she hums out, observing more of the situation.

‘he even has a cuter side to him, who could believe he was a mafia in this state?’ areum claims to herself.

then it hit areum. what time was it?

she turns around glancing at the alarm clock on the side of the bed, she was going to be late to work if she stayed any longer. areum sitting up with the covers off her body, jeno was quick to feel the sudden warmth disappearing.

he’d groan, waking up to seeing areum running around the room picking up the clothes.

“areum what are you doing up so early?” jeno sits up, the woman raises eyebrows opening the wardrobe. “I’m running late for work, mind if i steal a shirt from you?” she’d take the first shirt in her eyes, running towards the bathroom suite. jeno couldn’t process anything still with how half asleep he is.

“if you’re going to take it anyways why askkkk,” jeno lays back down on the bed, rubbing eyelids softly. it turns out he had the best sleep in over a year, he fell asleep almost immediately with areum next to him.

areum quickly runs out with her jeans but jeno’s white shirt , jeno looking over at the woman standing in front of the mirror as she fixes the hair. jeno stood up slowly coming from behind areum, arms latching around the waistline.

not even a mafia can wake up this early for work, who wakes up this early?

feeling his body weight leaning onto her, areum ghostly smiles at the actions, but the time was running fast. “i have to go, c’mon,” she softly tells and hears multiple protests from jeno who was burying his face in areum’s back.

“one minute please, i’m cold.” he complained with any random excuse he could think of, areum sighing out. “just go back under the duvet then,” she was quick to respond, jeno pouting.

“that’s not the same and you know it.” jeno replied, his hands slowly letting go off areum. “your boss is cruel, he’s making you wake up this early for what.” jeno scoffing, areum smirking. “it’s not that bad, anyways I’m going bye!”

“wait wait,” jeno said again, areum stopping on the tracks of walking away. “can i pick you up from work..?” he mutters almost nervously, areum tilting head at the boy. that’s strange, what for?

“Uhm, yeah, but you’ll have to drop me off at home then too.” areum said, jeno smiling at her words.

“okay, it’s a date then.”

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🫣 next part is going to be a wholesome date zone hehe.

and then a bit of a love triangle.

MASTERLINK FOR HIS KARMA

@onyourhyuck please refer from copyrighting and plagiarising my work!

#nct fanfiction #nct smut #nct x reader #his karma #jeno smut

[bamf-jaskier]

Rick Riordan just released a Statement on the casting of Leah Jeffries, a black actress, as Annabeth Chase, a character traditionally scene as a blond white girl. I recommend reading the full statement here.

A few parts really stood out to me, this first part where Rick Riordan is making it clear these are not only his thoughts but also that Disney has yet to release a statement (they fucking should!!)

First, let me be clear I am speaking here only for myself. These thoughts are mine alone. They do not necessarily reflect or represent the opinions of any part of Disney, the TV show, the production team, or the Jeffries family.

This next part is so true because I feel like conspiracy theorists always try and claim some big bad is forcing their ✨ fav ✨ creator to support diversity.

You have decided that I couldn’t possibly mean what I have always said: That the true nature of the character lies in their personality. You feel I must have been coerced, brainwashed, bribed, threatened, whatever, or I as a white male author never would have chosen a Black actor for the part of this canonically white girl.

This part near the end to me really hit home because it’s talking about how you can’t even genuinely engage with the media you are claiming to protect if you are a racist dick towards the casting.

The core message of Percy Jackson has always been that difference is strength. There is power in plurality. The things that distinguish us from one another are often our marks of individual greatness. You should never judge someone by how well they fit your preconceived notions. That neurodivergent kid who has failed out of six schools, for instance, may well be the son of Poseidon. Anyone can be a hero.

If you don’t get that, if you’re still upset about the casting of this marvelous trio, then it doesn’t matter how many times you have read the books. You didn’t learn anything from them.

This is the bare minimum standard that creators of a piece of media should be setting in regards to standing up against the blatant racism that actors of color face, particularly when cast in roles people perceive as white.

We see across the board that anytime an actor of color, but in particular black female actresses, are cast in a role that is traditionally white there is massive backlash and racism. We saw this with Zendaya as MJ in Spider-Man, Anna Diop as Starfire, Halle Bailey as Ariel, and even with Catwoman despite 3 black women - Halle Berry, Eartha Kitt, and Zoë Kravitz having played her over the years. The Witcher fandom got a sampling of this too with the casting for Mistle with Christelle Elwin.

Racism in fandom will always exist. It’s important for creators to stand against it. And it’s important for fans to stand against it. Boost up creators and characters of color and drown out the hatred. It takes collective action to make fandom a safe space but together we can do it.

#disappointed but not surprised annabeth’s actress is getting harassed #fandom racism #Percy Jackson #pjo #Rick Riordan #myposts

[bully-lynn-here]

The last word she ever heard was her name, spoken in an angry, miserable, hissing whisper.

“Are you ready, Lynn?”

Then the last of the pain, and it ended. She was dead.

But that didn’t mean she disappeared, no, no.

Her soul still existed, and it wasn’t exactly going away anytime soon.

Of course, existence in an afterlife you earned through inflicting suffering…. It isn’t pretty.

Especially when the ones meant to deal with you know every detail of the suffering you inflicted.

Lynn spent 15 years stuck in a neverending nightmare.

15 years forced to feel everything she did, everything she told others to do, each day more painful than the last.

It’s the beginning of a new period, however. A small section of the afterlife- a perfect copy of the stronghold with no exit and no one in it- has been dedicated to her.

It’ll be 10 more years before she can leave.

Stuck here on a diet of bread and rats…

It’s not punishment enough for her.

Send her notes, if you like. Tell her of the atrocity of her deeds.

Maybe she’ll finally listen by the next phase.

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This is kinda a joke blog. This Character is named Lynn Payne. She canonically dies. She’s also the worst person to ever exist in her universe! Here’s a brief list of everything she did:

-Tortured two 18-year-olds for over a year each

-Tried to enslave one of said 18-year olds by wiping their memories, rewriting their personality, and making them believe their species only existed to bend to the will of Lynn’s species before they got their memories back

-Made the other one think the first one had died, leaving them on the brink of insanity with no one to help them

-Planned to enslave and/or kill an entire sentient species

-Was homophobic to the people she tortured when they realized they were in love

-Managed to convince entire villages that the removal of the species was a good thing, actually. No reason for that statement tho

-Also she's a xenophobe (or maybe the correct word here would be ‘speciesist’...)

ASKBOX RULES

-For the funny, I will not be answering ‘Nice’ asks.

-NO NSFW ASKS. I AM A MINOR. 3 anon asks explicitly talking about sex will cause me to turn off anon asks for a week.

-Don’t sent hate directed at the mod. I am a real person who does not support this character’s actions. I'm actually the head of their hate club.

E N J O Y ! ! !

#lynn ⛓️ #oc ask blog #tw torture #cw torture

[theyellowroseofsodor]

Welcome to The Yellow Rose of Sodor

Hello all, all hello! Welcome to the official tumblr for The Yellow Rose of Sodor, a work of fiction created by yours truly (Kamiko!). Although you won’t find much art here to begin with, as I am but a humble writer and my skills with the artistic pen are so-so, here there will be fun prompts and asks for the characters of the series. I will try my utmost to keep up with everything and no one will be OOC to the absolute best of my abilities. Here you can also ask Camille (my OC and lead female for the fic) and the other members of the steam team questions as well! 

Let me premise with I am a young adult (cries in turning 30 this year) and there will be some adult content here. I will not be posting anything graphic or considered NSFW, nor will anything like that be given a dignified response in the asks. I will be treating these characters just like how I would want to be treated. That means any questions about their more intimate relationship will be met with the following statement: “Epic and private” 

With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy your stay and feel free to stop by anytime! 

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A few questions I felt might be asked: 

Who’s my favorite character(s)?  Gordon and Henry are my top two. But I also love Donald, Douglas, Edward, James, and Paxton.

What got you into this fandom?  Funny story! I LOVED Thomas as a kid and my dad worked and retired from Union Pacific many years ago, growing up, I was around trains. Trains are awesome. I LOVE them, they are such an awesome symbol of our history and are just pretty freaking cool machines/engines. So, when I had kids of my own, I introduced them to Thomas, discovered it had gotten a CGI revamp while I was off being a preteen/teenager/young adult and I was like “WHOA! This is freaking exciting and cool!” So, I came back!  

How come you like Gordon so much?  Well.... that’s a whole question with a big honking answer that I currently don’t have the time to answer. I think it’s because Gordon has the most story and the most to offer, besides his charming personality and voice (they had no right to make him that attractive). Thomas is just a cheeky character and yes, the show is named after him, but all we know are his adventures that happen day-to-day. Gordon, we know, has a family and he’s lost a lot of that family. He has a brother that’s younger and famous and Gordon kind of has to live in that shadow and also get over his own jealousy. Technically, he was a prototype and wasn’t supposed to really stay on the line, yet here he is. He’s literally the symbol of strength and endurance. He’s here when he really shouldn’t and despite all odds is still rocking it. (That is until he was destroyed via All Engine’s Go along with everything else good in the world) 

What universe will you be focusing on?  So, from my basic understanding (I’m pretty new back in this fandom) there’s the original TV show that used the models, there’s the books, and there’s the CGI era. I really like the original TV show but I’m also living for the CGI era. I love the books too and I will be pulling from all three, but technically I’m mainly sticking with CGI. 

How does the magic/shifting work?  In my headcanon world, the magic to shift between engine and human was given by Lady to all the engines as she saw that many were being scrapped for no good reason as ‘better’ engines were being built. I couldn’t imagine, as a God, watching creations you love and cherish be thrown away, disposed of, torn apart, and burned (possibly alive), and not stepping in. So, that’s what I’ve done.  Newer engines have the ability to shapeshift and it comes just as naturally as foals/calves/kids/etc with the ability to stand and run within hours. The older ones, like the Steam Team, had to learn on their own and it originally happened one morning without them even realizing it had happened and scared the crap out of em. Now, they do it easily and when they want. 

Do the engines have rights? Can they vote? Do they earn wages?  So, I don’t want to get political in my fanfic (there’s enough drama in the world now that I really don’t want that in something I enjoy). Engines still have that deep rooted desire to be “really useful”. They want to work, they enjoy working! Getting involved in human political issues is just something they would rather stay out of. I like to think they coexist with the rest of us just like the other creatures we share this world with. If I’m being honest though, I think whatever rights an engine has, has to do with where they’re working and where in the world they are, just like everyone else. As for Sodor and the engines in this world, Sir Topham Hatt takes very good care of his engines and they’re treated like people.   As for the wages question, again, they’re still engines and don’t really understand the concept or want to understand the concept of money. They understand it for humans but they’re happy just existing. That doesn’t mean that they can’t have cool things. You’ll notice each engine has a cell phone and that’s just part of the times! It’s easier to keep up with one another on an island that way and helps out a lot. Camille has a Nintendo Switch and the others get the gaming console from Sir Topham Hatt and the others for Christmas.  Think of them like dogs but not in a rude way. They exist with us but are on a higher plane of happiness. 

Why do you have them written so young?  As long as an engine is cared for and not neglected they will look young. It’s LOTR elf rules with a small twist. They can live forever and not age. Also, have you watched the show? Edward is over 100 at this point and he still looks like he’s in his 20s/30s. Plus, there’s hints throughout the show of them acting like young adults/teenagers. Like the episode “Pouty James” where he’s called a “young steam engine” by Sir Topham Hatt much like a parent would say to their teenager “Young man” when they’re in trouble. He’s also said “steam engines these days” just like “teenagers these days”. 

Can engines get married? Are Gordon and Camille gonna get married?  Again, depends on where they’re living and if the people accept that sort of thing. Most engines just straight up don’t care. If they love another engine and want to dedicate their life to that engine, then by golly they’re gonna say they’re married or whathaveyou whether the human population likes it or not.  As for Gordon and Camille you’ll have just have to read to find out 😉 

Do they bleed/what happens when they get hurt?  I’m with @asktrio516 on this and I think that they would bleed like us, seeing as they have the ability to cry or taste, etc, but it would be a darker blood.  Injuries in their human form will translate to their engine form as well. Some injuries may be healed easier in their human form depending on part availability or how busy things are and vice versa. A serious injury in their human form may be much smaller in their engine form, or easier fixed. Just depends. 

How do they shapeshift without being naked next?  Mystique rules! They can shift the clothing onto themselves. Also anything like a cell phone or a watch or memento will also disappear with the magic dust when they shift into engines and reappear when human. Because magic, don’t ask me to explain further. 

Will there be art here?  Maybe eventually. I mean, I did buy an iPad and I'm still waiting for it. Alaska shipping is so slow. So, when it gets here and I start practicing maybe I'll be brave enough to post. 

Fanfiction List

To read the Yellow Rose of Sodor you can either go here or read it on here as I post (which will be slower, but hey, it'll all get here eventually)

The Yellow Rose of Sodor:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

The Yellow Rose of Sodor Shorts (coming soon)

#ttte fanfic #rules and faq #ttte gordon #ttte james #ttte henry #ttte thomas #ttte percy #ttte the flying scotsman #ttte emily #ttte edward #ttte humanized #ttte oc #ttte au #ttte human au #please be nice i'm not an artist

[earthtooz]

this was so funny when i read it would you possibly be willing to share your experience on vc with mitsies limitless six + any others (if it happened already)

omg yes i will provide u first hand insight into vc experiences with @mitsies, @limitlesshq, @sixosix, @kruinka, @windshieldwiper, and ME >:3

our server is pretty diverse so we all have different accents and varying timezones lol, we make fun of each other sometimes for it (only me, art, and mitzi partake in this accent mocking lMFAO we mock each others.)

A LOT OF BULLYING. A LOT. (all for good fun dw we don't mean it (yes we do))

art, mitzi, six and i have matching statuses and it's been this way for like EVER lol + i have matching profiles with another one of our friends who used to be active on tumblr (kruin + ash if you're reading this, join our club... smh...).

us shouting at ONE member for her very terrible sleep schedule.

on the other hand, mitzi HAS a bed time.

intermittent language swaps from EVERYONE in the server - we can all speak two or more languages.

art and i complaining about our homework and uni, the two of us are really trying to fight thru it. oh and mitzi complains abt chemistry here and there. relatable.

weekly blue lock viewings. mitzi, art and i (joined by ashley sometimes) plan to watch all the new eps together.

us making fun of six (and kruin) for playing genshin.

ashley explaining some latest gossip going on in her life.

ashley going 'YEAHHHHHH' in encouragement anytime any of us start a sentence with 'should i...', regardless of how terrible our statements will be. i could be like 'should i drop out of uni' and ashley would be like 'YEAHHHHHHHH'. art would also be like 'YEAHHHHHH' because art has said multiple times that they'd like to drop out.

family rp from six and i bc it's funny and ever since it started, we have not gone back. six if you're reading this... *pinch*

oh LOUD ASS TYPING from me. it's like gabbie hanna typing AND IT'S SO LOUD idk how the others are okay with it because i am a FURIOUS TYPER and FAST with it too. kruin said it's like asmr and art says they're okay with it but i don't really believe them.

genshin streams from six bc as much as we make fun of her for being a genshiner, we make fun of her even more whilst she's actually playing it.

SIX DOING A SCOTTISH ACCENT AND ART DOING A COUNTRY ACCENT. THIS WHOLE BIT WAS SO FUNNY FOR SO LONG AND IT STILL IS.

oh us going 'your little japanese sightseeing trip is going to turn traumAAAtic' bc rin speaking english is just too cute to not imitate from time to time (he instantly becomes less intimidating, i love it).

six is a master of accents.

again, us making fun of six for playing genshin. i've had kruin and six explain genshin lore to me multiple times- why is it not ending.

oh we give each other hauls whenever we buy things. i gave one today lol + i ask for opinions on instagram pictures and how i should order them lol.

a lot of groaning and screaming and crying from all of us over our fav characters. it's a hellhole in there.

thanks for asking, soup! it's so cute that u were curious :< i hope u enjoyed whatever ramble i just went on!

#soup. #soupri #earf's inbox hours ✌️ #earfsmercury

[cog-go-boom]

[INTRO POST]

sup y'all gamers alike - i'm FROSTBITE THE BAT and this is my blog!! thought i'd make one to spare some time n all LOL. you can ask me things, and i KNOW you want to !! (can't help but want to, considering my sheer amount of swag)

so ask away, i will happily answer. fair warning though: if you're annoying i will bite you, if you're mollymawk i will bite you, if you're graham i will bite you. brian DNI i know where you live

to the LESS INFORMED about who I AM lemme introduce myself real quick. SO, AGAIN, i'm FROSTBITE THE BAT but you my friends can call me the creature that haunts the corner of your eyes. I LOVE EXPLOSIVES. COG GO BOOM. COG GO BOOM. COG GO B

you may see me around sellbot hq. i chill there with cathal and spam usually - but to the cooler ones of you, you might've seen me on high roller's high roller. like the WHOLE ASS co-host. i'm cool like that. and to the LAST group of people who may recognize me - i'm the guy behind the desk at pace place. always working hard so deserving of a raise (wink wink nudge nudge pace please i want a raise) (playing flash games takes energy dude give me a raise i will explode)

[[OOC:]] Hi! This is the ask / RP blog for Frostbite The Bat, my TTCC sona! If you want to talk to me, and not the character, speak to me at my Toontown blog (@cathalbravecog) or my main, (@frostbite-the-bat).

Frostbite will reblog art from me and fanart from others, and other things they may like and want to reblog - so you may see some of that! This is not only an askblog for them - this is THEIR blog.

Also, Frostbite will not go out of their way to interact with somebody unless I know the person behind it personally. You always must interact with them first! This is because, as stated on my Toon blog, I don't go out of my way to interact with people first in general. So you won't see them initiating conversations with other ask/RP blogs.

While staying close to canon - Frostbite still has their own "canon" tied to my and my friend's lores and other silly things around our Toons. Other people's Toons and THEIR relationships with other Toons and the Cogs will be mentioned, so that's a heads-up in-case Frostbite ever mentions, for example, Mole's relationship with Graham and Flint.

ALSO!!! Toontown is kid friendly, however this blog is not! Frostbite WILL swear A LOT and crude-ish jokes are not completely off the table. And btw, yes, Frostbite IS a cog. They're not the most consistent with if they want to hide that on this blog or not.

Rules are a subject to change!

Sillyness is encouraged! But please try and be respectful, don't bring personal things and discourse into this - RP stuff is okay! Frost has beef with other characters, some that goes deeper than it seems. But also keep in mind Frostbite can be a rather rude character.

Frost will reply with just text, reaction images, doodles, re-used pieces of art, and brand new pieces of art from time to time! Please do not ask them things in hopes of getting your response drawn. It depends on what I think is funny to reply with and if I'm in the mood to draw.

If I don't answer your ask, please don't spam it to me again. I either ignored it for a good reason - or I am working on a more detailed response!

Again, be respectful and mindful of boundaries I or Frostbite may set. As long as I don't make a statement, though, feel free to annoy them a little bit, it's funny. If a line's crossed I'll let 'ya know!

NEW RULE!! After some thought, magic anons are no longer allowed! You can still give things and throw pianos at Frost, but changes for a certain amount of asks are not allowed anymore - for my own well-being since this is for fun, and having M!A's makes me want to draw for every ask received, even when not needed.

ART REFS!!!

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HR Show fit (Anytime this is used, I'll use the [HR Show Fit] tag!

#intro post #TAGS I'LL HOPEFULLY REMEMBER TO USE: #[answered asks] #[ooc] #[art reblog] #[fanart reblog] #[fanart] #[frostbite's reblogs] #Other tags will be general tags + character tags + my regular art tags and such. #Fanart reblog is for art NOT done by me of Frostbite or things related to them that they reblog! #Fanart is for things they may receive in the askbox! #TAGS ADDED AFTER I WROTE ALL THIS LOL: #[old reblogs] #[game screenshots] #[img] #[HR show fit]

[penelopepserver]

VALENTINES 2024!?

THE DAY OF LOVE! DAY OF SHIPLING AND DAY OF SICK SWEET ROMANCE! To all you single heads out there in the crowd, it's alright- theres always going to be a someone for everyone wether it's platonic or romantic! If you wanna know, I'll be spending my valentines where I always spend it: in my room. In the dark. Reading ao3.

enough will the idle talk, let's get into the meat of it!

Valentines shows care, and nothing shows care more than boundaries. You might be asking, "isn't it hypocritical for you, Penelope Paparazzi, to talk about boundaries?" And to that I say you are correct in every aspect. That's why, this isn't Penelope talking. it's of course, me.

I don't want to beat a dead horse with a stick but the conversation that took place earlier this week has really killed a part of me, the part of me that loved making these posts; indulging you all in what you wanted to hear. Penelopes job was to make you all feel special and popular in a sense, and do this job she did- at the price of most of you treating me like a content farm on occasions.

I obviously don't mind the occasional "when is the next post" but what I do mind is when you treat whoever is making these posts like the actual characters: Ted was kind enough to make a post as Hella covering the Wentworths and was met with mostly negative feedback and playful ridicule- you would NEVER treat a person like this in real life especially if you knew them. You treat the person/character making content like you would any other content creator.

While this post does seem targeted, I assure you I am speaking to all 3 people reading this blog- this and the next paragraph is, however, aimed towards a certain individual. What you said was unacceptable and the manner you portrayed your opinions in were unacceptable. If you had a problem with the post, you shouldve shared it in dms or somewhere like the confession channel. I don't care it was late, I don't care you wernt feeling like yourself: the things you said were hurtful and you should've conveyed them in a more mature manner.

Similarly, I stated that the website would not be finished anytime soon because I didn't want anyone expecting teasers and putting pressure on me. I don't want the website brought up again until i feel ready to share.

Im only making this statement in a blog post because I know the people im aiming this towards are the only ones who read. The making of this blog and related works has caused a show of dehumanisation. Please understand, no matter the front during roleplay there's still a person behind the screen. If an occurance similar to earlier this week ever crops up again I will close this blog and related works for the sake of everyone's mental health.

Thank you. Happy Valentines.

[annacantdie]

written 4/4/22

(she’s) just a phase

“if you could only listen to one song for the rest of your life, what would it be?”

I, timidly sitting in my music theory class the first day of school, didn't even have to ponder the question, it was a given.

“she’s just a phase, by puma blue”

“i've never heard that one, i’ll have to give it a listen.” responded the distant teacher.

I dropped that class, I needed to change my schedule to get a another required credit, but that statement I gave was true. that song has impacted my life from the first time i ever heard it. I don’t find myself listening to it often, but anytime anything impactful is happening it’s the only thing i crave to hear. from the first time I got high, to speeding down the highway with a car full of kids i've just met but can tell are going to become my close friends, to my best friend breaking our friendship off without reason; I just crave the way the song makes me feel in moments like these. but this subversive essay into my psyche isn’t about a silly song, instead it is a much deeper view into my placement as a character in the drama of life. i truly believe that the name of this song was a flirtatious hint by those who guide me into realizing my role in the relationships i foster.

i’ve dated many boys, had many best friends, and many social circles. I float, taking along with me nothing more than memories its seemed. people have always gotten attached to me very quickly, and as quickly as I meet a person they’ve integrated me into their life, and it always seems that just that quickly i’m tossed aside. this has never intensely bothered me per-say, i’ve never been to a school two years in a row, i’ve had three different jobs in the last year, and I just don’t tend to stay in one place. as much as I act like I hate it, change is a ever-present aspect of my life, truly the only consistent thing is how inconsistently life hits me. it’s a comfort at some points, knowing that if i’m miserable now I won’t be soon, things will flip, new lovers will be found, new best friends to cry to me, new homes to call my second, it’s all a matter of time. though it never is me that seemingly severes this close relationships off. these affairs, as i’ve taken to refer to them, always mimic the same pattern. someone falls hard and fast for me, whether platonically or romantically, they tell me everything they can about themselves, they crave my advice, my thoughts, saying i see things so differently, and that i’m one of the most interesting minds they’ve encountered. they cling to me emotionally, and see themselves in me. i reciprocate energy, i’ve been told by many people, and I think it creates an atmosphere where people read themselves onto me as well. they see their own qualities in me, and because of their admiration this makes them feel more secure about themselves. even if it’s all a mirage, it helps them. and then, two to six months later, it ends. either by drifting apart, or a quick cut, these people move on from me. they ar enow secure in themselves, and so my help is no longer needed. they look back on our time fondly, and sometimes they’ll even admire me more in retrospect, but the moment has ended. they’ve grown, they’re different, they no longer need an advisor, or a crutch, they’re ready to go out on their on. i am simply a phase. placed in peoples lives in their darkest points, and removed after they’ve maneuvered through it. short, passionate, and sweet. an affair. this happens to me time and time again, and i, today, have accepted it. i am no longer a prisoner to this cycle, to the emotional withdrawls, the feelings of being walked all over. these people don’t have bad intentions, I just wasn't meant to stick around. my entire life, of moving homes, churches, hobbies, friends, life styles, of traveling everywhere, of being exposed to every different kind of person, it was building me up for this. and as the cherry on top of my morbid and peaceful realization, my adhd has truly made me a genetic perfect candidate for this lifestyle. as the seasons have changed and my experiences grown, i’ve grown more into my spirituality, and through the reflecting thats accompanied it im glad i could come to this realization.

onto to the next,

fine

[avnkin]

Shake On It [ d. malfoy ]

Author’s Note: I originally planned on posting this as just one long fic buuut instead i’m going to do a mini series, ya know torture you guys just just a lil bit (gif is not mine) also I got all the information about the potions and the ingredients from harry potter wiki and of course I do not own harry potter or the storyline/characters.

Word Count: 8k

Summary: There’s little to nothing Draco values more than his reputation so when he sees it slipping, he’ll do anything in his power to catch it.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, foul language, some bullying and asshole!draco.

This is an AU so all the information doesn’t exactly line up with the hp storyline for example it takes place in sixth year but there’s no Voldemort so Dumbledore doesn’t die etc.

You’d never been much for the ‘social scene’ you just didn’t find enjoyment in the same things your classmates did, so you never really had a big friend group, your only acquaintance having been Irma Prince… The librarian.

That was until your second year when Hermione Granger came into your life like a ray of sunshine brightening up the dark loneliness that had consumed you your first year.

She introduced you to Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, although you were never as close with them as you were with Hermione you still couldn’t be more grateful for your newfound friend group, especially since you now didn’t have to endure Draco’s and his fellow Slytherin classmates torment alone.

You were and had always been an easy target for Draco and his entourage since you never really stood up for yourself, instead choosing to ignore how he continuously called you ‘a blood traitor’ for hanging out with ‘the likes of Hermione’ which you never understood, how was someone different from him just because they didn’t have magical parents?

It was a well-known fact that Draco’s father Lucius Malfoy was the cause of his attitude towards muggle-borns, you truly believed that man didn’t have a kind bone in his body.

You remembered once when you’d arrived at platform 9¾ after your third year Draco went to greet his parents and whilst Narcissa (his mother) gave him a big welcoming hug, embracing her son after not having seen him for many months Lucius simply stared down at him with a glare that could only be described as disgust and disappointment before turning and walking away without as much as a greeting to the platinum blond.

Still, that didn’t excuse Draco’s foul behaviour, he was old enough now to have his own opinions and morals and he didn’t seem to be planning on changing them anytime soon.

You were now in your sixth year and unsurprisingly nothing had changed, Draco was still the same arse he’d always been, but as the years went on it was getting progressively easier to ignore him since you’d gotten so used to it.

It almost felt like it had become a part of your daily routine for him to yell something degrading in the hallways, mostly directed at you or Hermione or whatever Gryffindor he felt like bullying that day.

Intently focusing on the potions book that laid opened before you, you carefully followed the detailed instructions, not wanting to get a single thing wrong since you needed at least an outstanding in this class to keep up your average.

The last part was to add: ‘One drop of Unicorn blood’

You grabbed the flask that contained the silver liquid and as steadily as possible you leaned the bottle over your cauldron, letting a small drop slip past the edge and into the black water, but as you began leaning back Pansy Parkinson ‘accidentally’ bumped into you causing the entirety of the bottle to spill into your potion.

You glared up at her as you watched the black liquid turn sickly green instead of sparkly blue as it should. She shrugged her shoulders innocently, before walking back to the station she shared with Draco who greeted her with an amused smirk before turning back to his work.

“Try not to think too much about it” Hermione’s comforting voice sounded from beside you. “I’m so sick of those two” you argued pouring the remaining containments of the cauldron into a sink, now having to start the entire potion all over again.

“I know, I am too” Hermione frowned glaring at the two Slytherins who didn’t even bother to look over at her.

“Miss Y/L/N weren’t you nearly finished a couple of minutes ago?” Professor Slughorn’s voice could be heard from behind you as he looked over your shoulder, an unimpressed look on his face.

“Uh- yes sir it’s just I accidentally put too much Unicorns blood and had to start over again” you lied looking into the now-empty cauldron before you, glaring at Pansy once you heard her quiet laughter from the other side of the classroom.

“Well alright, but I’d hurry if I were you, I’m afraid you’re running a bit short on time” he smiled before moving on to the students sat in front of you.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Hermione frowned once Slughorn was out of earshot, you gave her a knowing look having had this conversation with her on more than one occasion.

Tattling on them wouldn’t change anything it would simply make their torments increase and you didn’t need that, especially with the N.E.W.T.S coming up you didn’t want anything distracting your studies.

Despite having been interrupted by Pansy you managed to be the only one who brewed the potion right and the displeased scowl placed on Pansy’s face as she watched you get praised by the teacher and the rest of the class was nothing but amusing.

Once you were finally dismissed, you were walking alongside Hermione down the long corridors leading to the Great Hall when someone again bumped into you causing all the books you’d been clutching between your arms to go flying towards the ground and you along with them.

“What a klutz” you heard the familiar squeaky voice of Pansy Parkinson, you hurriedly got back up onto your feet whilst Hermione picked up the remaining books that had sprawled all across the stone floor.

“You did that on purpose” you growled charging at Pansy who cowered away from you as you neared her but once she noticed Draco was watching she stopped dead in her tracks, a side smirk resting on her lips before she tilted her head to the side.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” she innocently smiled before walking around you and back to Draco who held an emotionless expression on his face as he walked with her down the hall.

“Bitch” you mumbled underneath your breath just before Hermione came running up to you. “Are you okay?” she faintly smiled before handing you your things.

“Fine” you deadpanned before the two of you began walking back down the hallway again.

Once you’d made it into the Great Hall you immediately spotted Harry and Ron a smile on your face as you took a seat next to Harry, and Hermione the one next to Ron the previous events being long forgotten as you distracted yourself with the comforting company of your friends.  

“Since when did Y/L/N and Potter become so close?” Draco’s face held a scowl as he watched the two of you interact from afar, he truly didn’t know why it bothered him, but for some reason it did.

“Why do you care?” Pansy replied as she began shifting in her seat to move closer to Draco who almost instinctively moved away causing a bright red tint to appear on her cheeks as she hurriedly moved back to her original seat.

“I don’t” he simply replied tearing his eyes away from you and Harry as he began playing with his food.

“You know what I think” Blaise raised an eyebrow as he daringly stared Draco down, “I think Malfoy’s gone soft” Blaise finished, the words earning loud snickers from the students sat next to them.

Draco’s stomach churned in anger at the words of his best friend throwing the boy a nasty glare before turning back to his food, but Blaise didn’t intend to stop there.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you never pick on her anymore and you always get really defensive whenever- “

“Shut the hell up Blaise” Draco commanded and even though Blaise knew he was skating on thin ice, Draco’s fury only seemed to egg him on further as his eyes wandered towards the Gryffindor table to look at you.

"You know what Malfoy since you claim you have no feelings for her at all I dare you to break her heart"

"What?" Draco questioned genuinely confused at his friends' statement. "Make her fall in love with you and then dump her" Draco looked over at Pansy who seemed almost giddy at the suggestion, of course she'd be happy about this.

Draco thought about it for a moment, he knew that if he didn't do this he'd never hear the end of it, and keeping up his 'I don't care about anyone but myself' attitude had served him well over the years so as he weighed out the pros and the cons it seemed the cons were outnumbered and without a second thought he reached his hand out to Blaise.

"You've got yourself a deal" Draco spoke as they shook hands "and when I win, you'll be my personal servant for the rest of the year" Draco finished as he pulled his hand back causing Blaise's cocky facial expression to quickly drop.

"Fine but when I win, you have to do my homework for Defence Against the Dark Arts till we graduate" Draco rolled his eyes but nodded as he let his hand fall back into his lap.

He stared at you watching as you laughed at something Harry said and couldn't help but feel a tinge of guilt knowing what he was about to do, but he shook the feeling away engaging back in the conversation of his friends, pushing all thoughts of you into the back of his mind.

The following week Draco still had yet to make his move on you. He was brainstorming ideas as he made his way to Potions, none of them good enough to follow through with but when he’d finally made his way into the classroom, he went to walk over to Blaise like he usually would but instead he found himself staring at the empty seat next to you.

He looked over at Blaise who was already quizzically staring at him. Draco mouthed a ‘watch this’ in return before he made his way towards you, grabbing a hold of the chair next to yours he stared down at you before asking.

"Is this seat taken?"

You looked up from your book turning to greet who you thought would have been Harry or Ron but instead, you were met with a pair of grey eyes you were not expecting to see, your mouth slightly parting as you stared wide-eyed at him.

"Yes actually-" you began but he had already sat down before you'd been able to reply, placing his backpack on the floor below him.

You raised an eyebrow at the blond, to which he replied by smiling over at you acting as if him sitting there was the most normal thing in the world.

"Do you mind?" you finally managed to choke out as he turned to face you.

"No, not at all" your eyes went wide at his words as you frantically began looking around the classroom for Hermione.

Once you made eye contact with her, you gave her a pleading look silently begging for her to help you, but she only took a hesitant seat next to Neville shrugging her shoulders indicating that there wasn't much she could do.

You grabbed the handle of your backpack beginning to stand up when you felt a hand wrap around your wrist preventing you from moving any further.

"Seems like all the other seats are taken Y/L/N" you frowned at his words turning your head to look around the classroom and sure enough there wasn't a single seat available.

You glared at him before ripping your hand out of his grasp and reluctantly sitting back down.

"Good morning" Slughorn's voice could be heard as he made his way towards the front of the classroom.

"Today we'll be working in pairs so whoever you're sitting next to is your partner for this assignment" your eyes widened in horror at his words as you glanced over at the Slytherin clad boy next to you.

"You're going to be writing an essay on the properties of Moonstone and its uses in Potion making" why did he have to announce this assignment today of all days?

You again looked over at Draco who seemed to be smiling, why was he happy about this? You placed your head in your hands as your mind began to wander, this was probably some stupid plan he and his friends had made to get you to fail the class.

"Professor" you eagerly raised your hand "is it too late to change partners?" you asked, silently begging for him to say no so you could work with Hermione or anyone else for that matter.

"Well I'm afraid everyone else seems to be taken Miss Y/L/N, I'm sure you and Mister Malfoy will be just fine together" you felt a flash off anger as you turned to look at the boy sat next to you.

"I swear if this is your idea of some sort of sick joke Malfoy, I'll hex you into oblivion" you threatened not daring to break eye contact with him, smirking once you noticed his taken aback expression.

"Y/L/N calm down, It's not a joke? You're the best at Potions in our year so I wanted to see if you'd be willing to work together but doesn't look like you have much of a choice now" he shrugged his shoulders; something was definitely off about this.

"So, you couldn't just ask me before we got to class?" his eyes seemed to widen a bit as he thought of a response but you continued before he had the chance to say anything "because I would have said no" and with that, you turned away from him pulling a piece of parchment out of your backpack along with your quill so you could start planning the next few weeks.

As it was nearing the end of the class you and Draco hadn't spoken a word to each other since you'd shut down all his attempts of starting a conversation, not having been interested in anything he had to say.

When class was over you handed Draco the piece of parchment that had a very detailed description of what his part in the project would be, so you'd be able to spend as little time together as possible, although he seemed to be quite displeased at this beginning to protest that you should work together so you'd get a better grade.

"I'm not spending any more time with you than I have to Malfoy so if you'll excuse me" you stood up pushing him out of the way before making your way to Neville's station where Hermione stood shoving her books into her bag.

Once you finally reached her you grabbed her by the arm, quickly pulling her after you out of the classroom. Ignoring her protests until you finally reached an empty corridor, void of any students and teachers.

"Please tell me you saw all that" you pleaded as you let go of her arm.

“You mean Malfoy?” Hermione replied, “yes Malfoy! He’s acting like we’re all of a sudden, the best of friends? Like he didn’t just call me a ‘blood traitor’ last week” you exasperated a scowl on your face.

“I think that was Zabini” Hermione acknowledged making you furrow your brows your mind wandering back to the encounter and sure enough she was right, Zabini had been the one to hurl the insult.

“What does it matter who said it, he’s one of them!” you protested, angrily turning to look at Hermione once you heard her stifled laughter from beside you.

“This isn’t funny! I’m stuck with him for the next- who knows how many weeks on this stupid project” you complained letting your head fall back as you let out a groan.

“Its okay Y/N don’t worry… I reckon he just fancies you” Hermione teased wiggling her eyebrows as she lightly nudged you in the shoulder.

“Have you gone mad?” you practically gasped although you couldn’t help the unfamiliar heat that began rushing to your cheeks at her words.

“Merlin Y/N you’re blushing! You like him?” you frantically covered her mouth as you noticed students beginning to fill the previously empty hallways.

“Would you hush! And no! I do not like Draco Malfoy, I could never like someone like him” you hissed your anger only growing once you noticed the same smile still linger on her lips.

“Whatever you say” Hermione jokingly sing sang, and in response you lightly hit her across the head with a piece of parchment you’d been holding unfortunately not getting the results you wanted since it only seemed to be egging her laughter on more.

“Alright calm down you lunatic I’m only joking” Hermione frowned rubbing the spot on her head you’d begun repeatedly hitting her, “you better be” you hummed, again pulling her after you as you two began walking down the hallways blending into the crowd of students.

“You know I can walk by myself” Hermione frowned once you’d found yourself standing out in the courtyard, your eyes searching for your two other friends since when you had Potions they had a free period which they spent most of their time here.

You finally spotted them sitting on a bench below a large brown oak tree, Seamus and Dean stood in front of them.

It was now Hermione’s turn to pull you away and in mere seconds you were standing next to the four Gryffindor clad boys who all turned their heads towards the two of you.

“Hello” you smiled before looking over at Harry who had already begun scooting over gesturing for you to come and sit down next to him, to which you happily obliged.

They all greeted you and Hermione before continuing their conversation about the upcoming Quidditch game they had against Slytherin next week.

“Yeah well Malfoy hasn’t caught the snitch when competing against Harry once, so I think we’re going to be okay” Ron assured Seamus who didn’t seem to be all that convinced but still began to make his way back into school Dean following behind him shortly after.

“Speaking of Malfoy” Hermione knowingly smirked at you before turning towards the two boys.

“Hermione no-“ you began but it was already too late, “seems he as a little crush” and there it was, you inwardly face palmed feeling the now-familiar heat in your face as you turned away from the confused glances of your two friends.

“Malfoy fancies Y/N?” Ron seemed to be more disgusted rather than confused as he scrunched up his nose.

“Hermione first of all I’m going to kill you! And second of all, he doesn’t like me! He just wanted to be partners on some stupid assignment in Potions” you assured them.

“And you said yes?” Harry perplexed.

“No! Of course not, he- he didn’t give me much of a choice” you rambled scratching the back of your head before glaring over at Hermione.

“What? He forced you to work with him?” Harry again furrowed his brows, “No- or well he sat next to me in class and I couldn’t move anywhere else since all of the other seats were taken and when Professor Slughorn arrived he immediately announced that we’d be working on our essays with whoever sat next to us” you began rambling, causing your three friends to share amused glances, unbeknownst to you.

Harry seemed to understand slowly nodding before claiming him and Ron had quidditch practice pulling the ginger boy along with him out of the courtyard, leaving just you and Hermione.

After a few minutes of silence, you turned to face her, “I think I’m going to go to the library, care to join me?” Hermione shook her head at your words pointing at the book she had just opened already beginning to make herself comfortable on the little bench you’d been sitting on.

You rolled your eyes “suit yourself” you breathed out offering her a small wave as you stood up, which she returned before you began walking back into the crowded hallways.

As you neared the library you began to hear footsteps behind you, smirking since you thought Hermione had changed her mind about joining you.

You turned around expecting to see your best friend but instead, you were met with Draco who now stood still a few feet away from you.

“Are you following me?” you crossed your arms raising an eyebrow at the boy.

He shook his head now walking towards you “just wanted to see if you’d like some company and since you’re heading towards the library we can work on our essay”

“So, you were following me” you accused but before he could answer you continued, “I thought I already told you I’m not spending any more time with you than I have too so if you’ll excuse me” you turned your back to him continuing your way to the library.

“Your loss Y/L/N” you heard him teasingly call after you making a smile appear on your lips which you tried to the best of your ability to contain.

-

Your next Potions class was one you’d been dreading, knowing that the people who were paired together on the essay had also been assigned to sit next to each other, very much to your dismay.

Professor Slughorn had asked all of you to join him at the front of the classroom so he could show you a couple of the potions you’d be brewing for the next couple of weeks and of course the one you’d be working on today.

“And this one right here is-” Slughorn was abruptly cut off by the sound of the classroom door swinging open. You quizzically looked past Slughorn’s shoulder and furrowed your brows at the two boys who had entered.

“Harry?” you asked a bit louder than you intended to causing the attention of the class to turn to Harry and Ron rather than Professor Slughorn.

“Ah! Harry my boy I was beginning to worry, and you’ve brought someone with you I see, what’s your name then?” Slughorn asked, brightly smiling at the two Gryffindors.

“Ron Weasley sir, but I’m dead awful at potions- a menace actually so I’m probably just gonna-“  Ron’s voice wavered as he began to turn around but Harry quickly put his arm out in front of him pushing him back into the classroom.

“Oh, don’t be silly, we’ll sort you out! There are some books in the cupboard over there if you need them” Slughorn pointed towards the end of the classroom where Ron and Harry quickly began fighting over the last book in there.

You and Hermione both gave each other confused glances before your attention was back on the Professor stood in front of you.

“As I was saying I’ve prepared some concoctions this morning. Any ideas what these may be?” you quickly raised your hand Hermione copying your actions as Slughorn’s eyes wandered between the two of you before he eventually pointed at you.

“Yes, miss Y/L/N” Slughorn stepped out of the way as you took a step forward towards the two pots that rested on the table.

“This one is Veritaserum a truth-telling serum and that one over there is Amortentia the most powerful love potion in the world. It’s rumoured to smell differently to each person according to what attracts them” you smiled proudly at yourself before taking a step back towards the other students.

You heard Pansy scoff causing you to quickly turn around to glare at her and just as you did you saw Draco elbow her in the side whispering something in her ear before shaking his head at her actions.

You quickly looked away before Draco’s eyes could catch yours since you felt the annoying feeling of warmth rush up into your cheeks and a smile replace the frown you’d indented to direct at Pansy.

“Very good Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled before beginning to tell the students that whoever managed to brew an acceptable Draught of Living Death would be walking out of the classroom with one vile of Liquid Luck.

You quickly walked over to your station Draco following in suit behind you as you both turned to page 10 on your ‘advanced potion making’ books.

Your eyes wandered over the page before you spotted the instructions.

1. Cut up one Sopophorus bean.

You frowned down at the text as you glanced between it and the bean, it didn’t look like it was meant to be cut, and your suspicions were right as you began noticing your fellow classmates struggle around you.

Your eyes widened as Draco’s bean came hurling at your face at an ungodly speed, you practically had to throw yourself to the floor so it wouldn’t hit you in the face.

“Bloody hell Y/N are you okay!?” Draco panicked as he rushed to your side offering his hand to help you up which you ignored to distracted by the fact he’d called you by your first name.

You quickly got up onto your feet still ignoring his outstretched hand. You’d never in all your years at Hogwarts heard him call anyone by their first name, let alone you, a Gryffindor he’d hated since the first year.

“What did you just call me?” you asked although it came out a bit harsher then you intended it too. You didn’t mind that he was using your first name you just found it incredibly odd especially for someone like him.

“What, Y/L/N? that’s your name isn’t it” he was acting clueless as he walked back around the table to attend to his potion.

“No, you said Y/N” you raised an eyebrow as you watched him grab another bean now simply resorting to ignoring you, whatever you thought, brewing this potion was more important than what name Draco decided to call you.

As you continued to observe the students around you, you noticed Harry grab a silver knife and slowly press it onto the bean. You mirrored his actions and to your delight, it worked.

“How did you do that?” Draco could be heard from opposite you as he furiously looked between the instructions in his book and the crushed bean in your hand.

“Crush it don’t cut it” you shrugged, your finger traveling further down the page and stopping at the second step.

2. Pour in 250 fl.oz. of Standard potioning water and add 5 oz. of African Sea Salt to the beaker. Set the beaker aside after all the water has been added. Be very careful not to shake or move the beaker now.

The rest of the lesson had gone by in a flash and even though you felt like you’d be the one rewarded with the Liquid Luck, it ended up being Harry and you couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he managed to brew something better than you.

You remembered Harry continuously failing all his Potions classes never getting more than a poor or an acceptable on any of his assignments or tests.

After class you immediately cornered him, and it didn’t take long for him to confess to the book he’d found. Property of the half-blood prince it read and as you flipped through the many pages it had all the ‘correct’ recipes to every single potion you’d be brewing throughout the term.

“I knew it! You’ve always been dreadful at potions” you finally felt at ease knowing that Harry had only won you by cheating, shaking your head as you placed the book back into his arms.

“Hey! I am not ‘dreadful’ at potions” he imitated you his hands making air quotes at the word dreadful, a laugh slipping past your lips as you remembered a certain incident from when you were younger.

“Oh really? Don’t you remember third year when Snape told us to make a shrinking solution and you poured it all over Hermione-“ you began but Harry quickly cut you off.

“Alright! Alright! You’ve made your point now shove off I don’t feel like listening to this story right now” you threw your head back in laughter as you thought back to a tiny Hermione who hadn’t spoken to Harry a whole week after the incident.

“Doesn’t seem like you’re doing a great job with Y/L/N, I reckon Potter’s in there more than you” Blaise sounded amused as he came up behind Draco who was watching yours and Harry’s exchange from afar.

“Don’t worry Blaise, I’m only getting started”

Later in the day you, Harry, Ron and Hermione had all decided to take a little trip down to Hogsmeade for a much needed break from your studies.

“No sit beside me” Harry insisted as the four of you made your way into the Three Broomsticks, you gave him a confused glance but nevertheless dragged the chair out from underneath the table and sat down next to him.

You went to ask why but quickly managed to put two and two together once you noticed professor Slughorn sat at the bar, a beer in his hand as he talked with one of the other professors.

“What’s your deal with Slughorn?” you questioned as Harry began waving the professor over. “I need to get into the slug club” you furrowed your brows but before you could question it any further Slughorn had arrived at your table.

“Ah! Mister Potter lovely to see you, you as well Miss Y/L/N” Slughorn smiled completely disregarding Hermione and Ron who sat opposite you.

“Likewise, Professor” you smiled as he and Harry began talking about something you couldn’t be less interested in, instead your eyes began to wander around the small tavern until they finally landed on Draco who was already staring intently at you.

“You’d be welcomed to Y/L/N” your gaze diverted from the platinum blond towards Slughorn who was smiling brightly down at you. “I’d love too!” you agreed having faintly heard him mention a christmas dinner.

“Wonderful! Look for my owl” you couldn’t help but let out a laugh at Hermione’s face who seemed to be more than distraught that she hadn’t received an invitation of her own.

“Oh, how silly of me Granger, I hope I’ll also be seeing you there” Hermione’s face lit up at his words as she repeatedly nodded, Slughorn awkwardly looking over at Ron before speaking, “good to see you Wallenby”.

You were finally able to let out the laugh you’d been holding in as Slughorn exited the tavern. “Oh, shut up Y/N” Ron frowned crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back into his chair.

When your laughter had finally died down you offered to go and order your drinks since the waiter had yet to make an appearance at your table.

“Four butter beers please” you smiled at the worker as you leaned onto the bar going to turn around but instead you were met with a black suit your eyes wandering upwards to see Draco towering over you.

You cleared your throat causing him to take a step back, “anything I can help you with?” you questioned as Draco stood motionless in front of you.

“Yes, would you like to join me?” Draco asked gesturing to an empty table at the far end of the tavern. You looked over to where he was pointing causing you to quickly spot his friends who were all sat at another table, their eyes set on you.

“Uhm- I think they’d loved to join you” you pointed towards them causing Draco to quickly snap his head in their direction, making them all quickly turn to each other acting as nonchalant as they could.

“But I’d much rather spend time with you” you felt a weird tingly feeling at his words but nonetheless you didn’t dare act on it your eyes going to your friend’s who were all staring quizzically at you.

“Sorry I- Uhm I can’t I came here with them” you gestured towards your table Draco’s eyes following in the direction you pointed before they were back on you.

“Well alright, but you owe me a date then” he winked before turning around and going back to join his Slytherin friends.

Your mouth hung open as you watched him walk away, did he just say date?

You power walked back towards your friends hastily taking a seat next to Harry who already had his eyes glued on you.

“What the bloody hell was that?” Ron asked as soon as you’d fully sat down.

“Oh- Uhm, he just wanted to ask me about our assignment” they all looked skeptical at your reply but didn’t question it any further another topic quickly consuming your table.

“Do any of you have a date to the Jingle Ball?” Hermione’s question rang throughout the table, causing both boys shook their heads and you along with them, in all honesty, you didn’t expect to get asked so you’d probably just end up going with Harry like last year.

“Guess we know who Ginny’s going with” you giggled gesturing towards her and Dean who were currently taking a seat at a table not so far from yours, their fingers wrapped around each other’s.

“I’d like to leave” Ron shifted in his seat uncomfortably as he stared at his sister and who he had once considered a close friend. “Honestly Ron they’re only holding hands” Hermione rolled her eyes.

“And snogging” you added on as Ginny connected her lips with Dean’s. “Yep that’s it we’re leaving” Ron stood up grabbing the coat that hung on the chair beside him.

“Oh come on we haven’t even gotten our orders yet!” you protested as all your friends began to stand up, maybe you should have joined Draco before.

“Fine” you huffed once you noticed they had no intention of staying any longer. “Why don’t you just ask Malfoy to come join you, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind” Ron teased causing you to quickly hit him in the arm.

“Shut up Ron!”

Once you’d all made it back to Hogwarts you and Hermione separated from Ron and Harry since they claimed to have yet another quidditch practice although you figured it was code for going to scout possible dates for the Jingle Ball.

“So, what did Draco really want earlier?” Hermione gave you a knowing look as she lightly bumped you in the shoulder.

“It was so weird he-he said that I owe him a date” your voice was hesitant as you turned your head to look at Hermione who didn’t seem at all surprised.

“Well, now you know who you can go to the Jingle Ball with” she stated matter of factly causing your eyes to widen as you gaped at her.

“Hermione, I love you but have you gone mad? Me and Draco? I don’t think so” you denied but there was still the lingering feeling of hope deep down in your stomach that you tried with all your might to suppress.

“Well he obviously has a thing for you, and I mean he’s not too bad to look at”

“Shove off”

-

You had been actively avoiding Draco ever since the Hogsmeade trip, something about the entire ordeal just felt weird to you, why was he all of a sudden so bold about his apparent feelings towards you when a couple of weeks ago he wouldn’t even look your way.

But it seemed your luck had run out since he now stood in front of you, hand outstretched as he leaned it against the stone wall preventing you from continuing your way to your Transfigurations class.

“I’ve been meaning to ask you something” Draco breathed out. He was getting desperate, it was unbearable, the teasing he’d been receiving from his friends once they’d noticed he wasn’t making any progress with you, and he knew if he didn’t do something soon he was going to lose the bet.

“Well can it wait? I need to get to class” you huffed watching as he pushed himself off the wall to come and stand in front of you, causing your body to turn with him, your back eventually colliding with the wall behind you.

“I was wondering” Draco smirked placing a hand next to your head as he leaned in closer towards you, you now only realizing how much taller he was then you as you found yourself craning your neck upwards to meet his eyes.

“Would you like to be my date for the Jingle Ball” the words made your stomach flip and you felt the sudden urge to let out a squeal, but you somehow managed to keep yourself together, taking in a deep breath before you took a step forward his hand slipping from the wall your faces mere centimeters from each other.

“No” you stated watching as his eyes went wide, clearly, he wasn’t anticipating that answer.

“If you want me to even consider going out with you after all the shit you’ve done over the years, you’re going to have to work for it.”

He watched your ascending figure before you fully left his sight and when you did he angrily kicked the wall cursing underneath his breath, he was used to getting everything and anything he ever wanted without as much as a snap of his finger so this was something he wasn’t used too.

The stakes were high, his entire reputation was on the line and he did not intend to give Blaise the satisfaction of being right or his housemates a reason to tease him for what would probably be the rest of his life.

All the girls at this school would practically fall at his feet, why couldn’t you be like those girls? Make this easy for him, not once in his life had Draco Malfoy had a real challenge when it came to girls but now it seemed the tables had turned, he was going to play your game and he was going to win.

-

It was now the day of the Slytherin versus Gryffindor quidditch game. You, Harry and Hermione, were all sat in the Great Hall watching as Ron entered in his Quidditch gear, helmet, and everything.

You had yet to tell Hermione about Draco asking you to the ball since you didn’t really know how you felt about it yourself and also because he probably wouldn’t be asking you out again, you having let him down quite harshly.

You glared over at the Slytherin table once you heard them beginning to yell things along the lines of ‘Ron you’re a loser’, ‘he doesn’t stand a chance’ and ‘nice hat Weasley’.

“Ignore them, Ron, I know you’ll do great” you reassuringly smiled up at your friend as he took a seat opposite you, his face contorted in worry as he looked over at the Slytherin table who continued to laugh at him.

“Yeah, thanks” he gulped once he turned back to face you, this had to have been the first time you’d ever seen Ron leave his food untouched.

“You look dreadful Ron” Luna’s voice could be heard from the other end of the table, your eyes widening as you looked over at her, “Is that why you put something in his drink” she finished, the last part of her sentence directed at Harry.

You looked over at the boy sat next to you and faintly managed to see a glimmer of light before it disappeared fully into his pocket.

“Liquid Luck?” Hermione sounded from opposite you and you finally managed to put two and two together.

“Are you mental Harry? You’ll get in so much trouble if you’re caught” your eyes widened as you watched him pass Ron the cup of pumpkin juice he’d poured his one vile of Liquid Luck into moments ago, well according to Luna at least.

“Don’t drink it Ron” Hermione scolded, before you both gasped as you watched Ron without a moment’s thought chug the remaining juice in his cup.

You watched intently as his frown was turned upside down and he slammed the cup back onto the table, a sly smirk now playing on his lips.

“You could be expelled for that” Hermione pointed out glaring at Harry who innocently smiled at her before shrugging and stating that he had no idea what she was talking about.

“Come on Harry we’ve got a game to win” Ron’s sudden aura of confidence was radiating off of him as he quickly pushed himself away from the table and began exiting the Great Hall.

“We’ll see you guys there?” Harry questioned as he looked between the two of you also beginning to stand up.

“We wouldn’t miss it” Hermione assured him as you both watched him awkwardly wave before he turned to follow Ron.

“This is going to be interesting”

-

Loud screams and chants began filling your ears as you watched the two teams make their way out onto the Quidditch pitch, you and Hermione quickly joined in beginning to clap and cheer as you made eye contact with Ron who looked as ready as ever.

A particular blond seemed to have caught your eye since before you knew it Madame Hooch was announcing the start of the game causing you to snap out of your trance, when you looked back at Draco he was already smirking up at you making you quickly look away as your cheeks turned bright red, pulling your Gryffindor patterned scarf up over your face in hopes that he wouldn’t notice the crimson colour.

“Seekers shake hands!” you watched as Harry and Draco walked up to each other clasping each other’s arms before Draco retorted something in Harry’s direction causing him to quickly pull his hand away from his the game now officially beginning.

It had been almost an hour now and so far Gryffindor was in the lead the score being 23-45. You were beginning to think you’d lost your voice but nevertheless you still raised your hands high in the air and cheered Harry on as he dove towards the snitch with Draco hot on his heels.

You anxiously began biting your nails as the two continuously bumped into each other both their arms outstretched as they neared the golden object.

“Come on Harry” you whispered the anticipation was killing you, but you didn’t have to wait much longer since the two boys suddenly crashed into each other sending them both flying off of their brooms and hurling towards the grass below.

You gasped as you stood up beginning to lean over the railing to get a better look at the two seekers who now both laid on the grass clutching their stomachs, but you widely smiled once you noticed a familiar shimmer coming from Harry’s hand.

“Yes!” you screamed as he carefully sat himself up raising the golden object up into the air for the rest of the stadium to see. Your happiness was quickly replaced with worry once you noticed the Slytherin boy laid next to Harry wasn’t moving.

“Is Malfoy okay?” you frantically shook Hermione as you pointed down at him but Hermione paid you no mind her eyes trained on Ron who was proudly raising his hands in the air as it was announced that Harry had caught the snitch.

Since everybody seemed to be too caught up with themselves you again leaned over the railing before screaming Draco’s name hoping it would at least capture the attention of someone from his team so they could help him.

You felt a wave of relieve wash over you as you watched his previously limp body turn over before he placed his hands on the grass pushing himself to sit up, the hand that wasn’t holding him up immediately going to rub his forehead.

He sent a glare Harry’s way before he grabbed his broom and began storming off the field his teammates following shortly after, for some odd reason you began to feel bad for him as you watched the disapproved glances from his fellow Slytherin’s being thrown his way but you decided to push the feeling away joining in on the celebration of your house.

Once you arrived at the Gryffindor common room a celebration had quickly ensued the hollering of Ron’s last name began sounding all around the room as you began clapping in rhythm to all of their chants, you and Hermione watching as Ron got pushed in the middle of the crowd.

Before you knew it a girl you didn’t know the name of had wrapped her arms around his neck, harshly pulling him down to meet her lips, you gasped as you faintly remembered a conversation between you and Hermione where she’d admitted to harboring a crush on the ginger boy.

You quickly turned to see Hermione pushing her way through the crowd and out of the common room. You began following her but quickly lost sight of her as you tried your best to squeeze through the teenagers who had now begun lifting Ron into the air.

“Hermione!” you called out but it was impossible to hear anything over the celebrations so you gave up on calling out to her simply resorting to pushing the students that stood in your way.

Once you finally managed to reach the door that led out into the hallway you frantically pushed it open beginning to search the corridors for your best friend.

When you rounded a particular corner, you came crashing into a much taller figure then yourself sending you flying towards the ground at the impact.

“Watch where you’re goin-“ the familiar voice of Draco Malfoy sounded from above you but stopped once he made eye contact with you. “Y/L/N?” he questioned before reaching his hand out to you which you accepted letting him pull you back up onto your feet.

“What are you doing out here, shouldn’t you be celebrating?” there was a defiant malice to his tone as he scowled in the direction of your common room where chants could still be faintly heard.

“I could ask you the same thing Malfoy” you raised an eyebrow since you weren’t anywhere near the dungeons where the Slytherin common room was.

“Just needed some air, some people aren’t exactly thrilled with the outcome of today’s game” Draco shrugged causing your stomach to drop slightly at his obvious disappointment. He sat himself down on a bench a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he let his head fall back onto the wall.

You slowly sat down next to him carefully contemplating your next words. “Not that it would mean anything to you but I thought you were really good” you tried to comfort him as you watched a faint smile appear on his lips before he turned his head towards you.

You didn’t realize just how close you were to each other until his eyes quickly looked down to your lips and back into your eyes. You suddenly remembered why you were out here in the first place, your thoughts traveling back to Hermione who had disappeared only moments ago.

“I’m sorry but I really need to go, uh- I’ll uh see you in class” you excused yourself before standing up and continuing your search for your best friend, but a hand wrapping around your wrist stopped you dead in your tracks as you were turned back around.

Your eyes slowly travelled up from Draco’s tight grip on you and back into his icy grey eyes. You carried a confused glance on your face which Draco seemed to notice since he quickly let go of your wrist.

“Thank you” is all he said before he swiftly turned back around and began walking down the corridor, disappearing out of sight.

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