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rosequarzo · 4 months

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rainbow rose

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notes. i finally finished lyney's story quest and lyney, what are we??? i might have went overboard and ended this with 1.2k wc...

“Wait, you got another Rainbow Rose today? This isn’t a coincidence! You have gotten yourself a secret admirer, (Name)!” Paimon exclaimed, her high-pitched voice made you winced and gained a few annoyed glares flung your way from the nearby customers.

“Shh, Paimon! Lower your volume!” You hurriedly shushed her.

Realization hit her. Her eyes widened as she gasped, covering her mouth with her tiny hands. The Traveler merely rolled their eyes. “There’s no point in covering your mouth, Paimon. The cat’s already out of the bag.”

Groaning, you rested your head on your arms. “Will it be foolish of me to assume the Rainbow Rose is sent by Ly-”

“Ah, ah. Stop right there,” the Traveler interrupted, raising a hand to stop you from finishing your sentence. “I know what you want to say and honestly, I think you should just confess.”

“Huh!?”

You shot up from your seat like you have been struck by lightning, only to hiss when your knees hit the table underside. The brief contact made your teacups and empty plates jump. You whimpered, clutching your knee as you rubbed the now sore spot. The Traveler and Paimon shared an amused glance, doing a poor job in concealing their snickers.

“Telling me to confess is easier said than done. I can’t just walk up to him and say, ‘Oh hi Lyney, I actually like you.’ Do you think I’m that brave?” You let out a laugh.

“No no, I'd rather go through a trial than confess.”

“Trust me, going through a trial is even worse,” they deadpanned, shuddering as memories flashes in their mind and Paimon nodded in agreement.

You sighed, downing the remains of your now cold tea and got up. “Well, thanks for being such great help, you two. I’ll see you around.”

“You’re welcome. Although, I still think you should confess!” The Traveler raised their voice slightly when you began to walk away, only for you to sprint down the streets, leaving a trail of dust in your wake.

A few days passed ever since your conversation with the Traveler and Paimon. You have been receiving Rainbow Roses whenever you step out of your home. It became a daily occurrence and you have collected all of them, taking extra great care in ensuring they are in tip-top condition.

One day, you were leaving your home earlier than usual to purchase some required equipment, only to catch a certain magician red-handed.

The two of you stared at one another: one in utter shock and the other in embarrassment. The atmosphere around you was extremely tense and awkward, to the point one could slice it into half with a butter knife. You were gaping like a fish, eyes widening that it might have popped out from its sockets. Lyney was the first to regain his composure, clearing his throat and pulling his hat down to shield his eyes.

“Hi (Name), lovely weather we’re having, right?” He sheepishly laughed, still holding a Rainbow Rose in his left hand.

“Lyney, you-”

“Well, I guess it’s time I get going then! I need to, uh, walk my fish,” he continued, turning and was ready to make his escape but you were faster.

“Lyney, wait!”

You shot out your hand, managing to grab his elbow before the magician could vanish from your sight. It was a touch so subtle, yet it sent a cascade of sensations through Lyney, catching him off-guard. His heart, typically steadfast and composed, suddenly fluttered like a startled bird.

He felt a gentle jolt of nervous excitement, a sensation he hadn’t experienced in his life. The contact was brief, but it left an indelible impression on him, like a spell casted not with words or incantations, but with a simple touch.

Turning around, Lyney didn’t expect to see your face flushed in a light but adorable shade of red. With how the sunlight was shining down on you, it grants him the privilege of witnessing you embarrassed and nervous. He instantly averted his eyes, feeling like a high school teenager getting ready to confess to his crush.

You sighed, releasing your grip from his elbow once you were certain he wouldn’t run. “Lyney, were you the one who has been leaving Rainbow Roses at my doorstep?”

“...No?”

“You know there’s no point in lying when there’s one held in your hand, right?” You deadpanned, pointing at the flower.

Lyney coughed. “Maybe this was given to me by Lynette.”

“Lyney.”

“Fine, I surrender. Yes, I was the one who has been leaving Rainbow Roses at your doorstep. Charlotte had told me the meaning of the flower.”

“The meaning? And what is it?” You dared to ask, not wanting to jump to a conclusion as you wanted to hear the words from him. Your heart pounds rapidly against your chest as you wait in anticipation.

Lyney raised his head and looked at you in the eyes, his features softening. “It means romantic encounters and if you’d allow me to be blunt: I like you, (Name). I really do.”

You felt like your breath had been sucked out of your lungs the moment you heard his confession. The entire world came to a stop, your surroundings turning blurred. Heartbreak and uncertainty glimmered in Lyney’s eyes when he saw your silence, registering it as a rejection. He forced a smile on his face.

“Perhaps I’ve read the room wrong. Sorry, (Name), you can forget what I said-”

“Lyney, I like you too.”

You interrupted, not wanting him to get the wrong idea. Now the tables have turned: Lyney was rendered speechless and you, on the other hand, had turned as red as a tomato. None of you knew how to proceed with the conversation and that was when someone yelled from their hiding spot.

“Oh for Archon’s sake, just kiss already!” Paimon screamed, frustrated with the silence.

The two of you flinched; startled by the sudden presence of Paimon’s voice. You looked over Lyney’s shoulder, able to catch a glimpse of her being pulled down into the bushes. The sight made you chuckle and it was also enough for you to pluck up your courage. Closing the distance between you and Lyney in five strides, you leaned in to kiss his cheek.

You felt him stiffen when your lips were pressed against his cheek. You straightened yourself, unable to hold back the laughter at the sight of Lyney malfunctioning.

“Who knew all it takes is a simple kiss to make the great magician go silent?” You teased, poking his side and he flinched like a cat.

“Well played, Mon Chéri. But I’m afraid when it comes to compliments, I have the upperhand,” he smirks, returning to his usual self.

Lyney grabbed your hand, bending at his waist as he lifted your hand so he could kiss your knuckles. He does this without breaking eye contact. You swore you could feel his lips curling up in a smile and somehow, you felt like the weather had become hotter than usual.

Chuckling at your reaction, he pulled you in with one arm wrapped around your waist while the other gently gripped your chin, forcing you to look at him. His abrupt action earned a startles squeak from you as you clumsily allowed yourself to be tugged towards him.

“Well then, I hope you’re ready to be worshiped, Mon Chéri.”

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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A Whisker Away

Word Count: 4.4 k

Themes: major fluff, a lot of friendship, sebastian sallow x f!reader x ominis gaunt

Summary: your transfiguration spell had gone wrong - you were stuck as a cat for the day. it wasn't bad, after all you get to spend time with your friends in a new perspective - even you get to confess to the boys that you had been harboring feelings for.

So bright.

You blinked a few times, adjusting to the blinding sunlight shining through the trees in the courtyard. Everything was brighter and clearer. Your body felt significantly lighter and nimbler. The grounds felt rough and hot. The spell works! You tried to yell, but what came out from your mouth was a loud "Meow!"

"It's not a difficult spell, Y/N." Professor Weasley smiled, her motherly aura was always comforting. She was very patient in teaching you some basic spells that were already taught in the first four years of the Wizarding School. But alas, you only had a couple of years to catch up before your N.E.W.Ts.

A year passed after the Ranrok incident, you've aced your O.W.Ls, and you've made great friends along the way - especially your unbreakable bond with two infamous Slytherin boys. The three of you were inseparable, and the school knows that. However, on that specific day, Professor Weasley asked you to study the Transfiguration spell by yourself. Conveniently, Sebastian and Ominis also had to do their assignments.

You found yourself in the middle of an empty courtyard, wand ready in your grasp. You imagined a black feline cat, similar to a cat that your family had back home in London. With a gentle swish of your wand, a blue light sparked, surrounding you as you quickly shrank down, and soft black fur covered your whole body.

At least it works, you thought, Now I just need to get back to my human form. To your horror, your head blanked - no memory of how to do so. You eyed your wand, raking your brain as to how to actually hold the stick and cast the Untransfiguration spell. You started to panic, especially after hearing a hoard of footsteps approaching the courtyard. You hesitantly bit the wand, strutting to a hidden spot just behind the bushes, and set your wand there. Hopeful that it would stay hidden until you transform back into a human.

The experience wasn't as bad as you thought, you received a lot of compliments and pats from the students. You finished your class schedule for the day anyways, so no Professors would be worried about your whereabouts.

In the corner of your eyes, you spotted a small girl, hunched by herself. Zenobia Noke! You thought. It was the girl that you helped finding gobstones all over the school. You felt bad, really, even though she was a bit odd, she didn't deserve to be ostracized for a mere game. You made your way to the girl, earning a sincere smile.

"Oh, hi kitty!" she beamed, patting your head. "Want to play with me?"

You meowed in response. It's not like anyone is looking for you at the moment.

"Great!" Zenobia chuckled before going on about the game rules. You were slightly bewildered why this girl would go that far for a cat, but you shrug it off. You knew the rules obviously, being coerced to play by none other than Sebastian a while back. Somehow Zenobia wasn't suspicious that a cat was pretty deft playing the game, even winning once against her, spraying a God-awful stench towards the poor Ravenclaw.

"I've never had this much fun in a while," she giggled, even though she smelled horrendous, "I must say goodbye though, good cat. I need a shower."

As she left you, she shouted, "I'll see you again, Gobby!"

You were amused by the name, Zenobia was an odd girl after all, but she wasn't as bad as you thought. I guess I'm Gobby now. You chuckled to yourself.

As you were walking past the hallway, your nose picked up an interesting smell - a mix of marshmallows, grass, and burning rubber. Not long after, you heard a loud BANG!, followed by a massive purple smoke coming out from the male's lavatory. A few first-year students ran out of the premises, shouting as their bodies were covered in what seemed like purple dust. You shook your head, surely it was the fault of a certain Gryffindor boy.

You marched into the bathroom, finding Garreth Weasley leaning against the bathroom wall, coughing his lungs out. You dimwit, what did you do this time? You wanted to say it out loud, but all you could do was utter another Meow. "Hello?!" he jumped, "Oh, it's just a cat." He laughed at himself, crouching down to pat your back, which was now littered with purple dust.

"You see, I'm in a predicament here." The redhead looked at what seemed like a destroyed toilet stall - or whatever was left of it. A cauldron filled with a sorry excuse of a potion was placed on top of the toilet, different rare ingredients (not sure where he got them from) scattered all over the floor. "I was testing my greatest invention. But you know what they say, there is no success without failure."

If you were in your human form, you most likely already had your face buried in your palms. You don't even remember the day when Garreth succeeded in his "inventions". As you were looking around for the cleaning supplies, the door bursted open, revealing another redhead - Leander Prewett stomped into the room, face red filled with anger.

His voice was calm in comparison to his visible veins popped on his temples, "I knew it was you again when I saw those poor first-years covered in purple dust!" he crossed his arms, "Do you know how many points had been taken out of Gryffindor because of you?!"

Garreth put his hand up and smiled apologetically, "I'm sorry?" He sighed loudly, "I'll clean it up before anyone else noticed. Really. Plus, this little cat here will help." Garreth winked at you.

You groaned internally, the sheer audacity of this man. "Oh, I didn't see you there." Leander flashed you a smile, also giving you a gentle pat on your head, "Sorry you had to see this, cat, but we need your help in saving Gryffindor's house points." He gave Garreth a vicious side-eye, "Would you help us sneak into Professor Sharp's storage room so I can steal a jar of Blatta Pulvereus?"

You nodded, forgetting that you should've acted like a normal cat: not understanding human gestures. The two Gryffindor students just shrugged, probably too deep into their plan of cleaning the mess before anyone else noticed. Garreth decided to stay and tidy up as best as he could, while Leander took you in his arms, striding towards the Potions class. "The plan is simple. I'll sneak you in through a small opening on the wall, and I shall tell Professor Sharp that my pet cat wandered into the room. He'll give me permission to go in," he grins mischievously, "Unlike Weasley, my records are squeaky clean."

Leander paused for a bit, the silence was a little awkward if you had to be honest. You never had the chance to talk to Leander a lot, your Slytherin friends often made unsavory remarks towards Prewett, and you weren't surprised since there was an unspoken tension between the two houses. "Since you're a cat, I'll be truly honest," his voice was low, almost inaudible, "I appreciate my friendship with Weasley. He's a menace and a serial troublemaker, but he always makes me laugh. He was the first person to say hi to me during our first year - and guess what? They thought I was a Weasley too!" he ended his confession with a laugh.

Leander and you arrived at the potions class in no time. He let you down, pointing towards a small hole leading into the storage room, perfectly fitting your nimble body. You gave him a meow and sneaked into the room. You overheard the brief conversation between Leander and Professor Sharp, the man was definitely too tired that he approved the request right away. In no time, the door clicked, and Leander winked at you. He grabbed the Blatta Pulvereus jar in a jiffy, stuffing it in his pocket, and scooped you up again in his arms. Leander thanked the Professor, who replied with an obviously annoyed grunt.

“Nice job, cat!” Leander grinned widely, “I think you deserve a name - Ginger!” He laughed at his own joke, “You might have black fur, but you can be the third member in our redhead trio.”

You meowed loudly in response, it’s definitely a better name that whatever Zenobia came up with earlier. The two of you practically ran back to the lavatory. “Just the people I wanted to see!” Garreth greeted with a toothy smile, “You took your sweet time… I had to pretend I had a terrible bowel sickness to make sure people stay away from the bathroom.”

Leander was visibly disgusted. “Whatever, here, work your magic.” He handed Garreth the ingredient. The Gryffindor boys quickly spray it all over the purple residue, promptly diminishing any proof of Weasley’s “failed” experiment. The boys high-fived each other, and they both gave you pats, “Welcome to the redhead trio, Ginger,” Leander and Garreth laughed, “You are more than welcome to join our, more legit, adventures next time.”

“Oh, I bet Ginger is hungry!” Garreth pulled out a black-ish jello from his satchel, “I made this super food that makes you not hungry for days- Wait!”

You walked away quickly from the two Gryffindor boys, I will definitely die if I eat that, you thought, shivering.

Garreth’s remark about food did make you realize you haven’t had anything since breakfast. Your stomach started to rumble, signaling that you need some substance if you have to continue your journey. You were busy thinking about how to find some sort of human food that you didn’t realize you’d bumped into a pair of legs. You looked up, Poppy Sweeting and Natty Onai! You were relieved to see your closest female friends.

“Such an adorable creature!” Natty mused, picking you up and hugging you close. You purred, Natty always gave the best hugs.

“Poor kitty,” Poppy added, patting your head, “I can hear your stomach grumbling! You must be hungry. I have some animal treats in my satchel if you want!”

You meowed loudly in protest, hissing at the Hufflepuff girl. She was taken aback. You felt sorry, but you were sure your good friend would understand if she knew the situation.

“Looks like our little friend wants something heartier and fancier,” Natty smiled,” We are planning to visit Hogsmeade for a little shopping spree. But looks like one of our friend forgot.”

You blinked, Merlin’s balls! You totally forgot that you promised the girls for a little trip to Hogsmeade. You felt bad, truly, but no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t tell them that you were stuck in the body of a cat. You were sure Natty and Poppy would understand, but-

“I knew Y/N forgets about us!” Imelda barged in, face visibly grumpy. Oh no, Imelda will skin me alive for this.

Poppy held her hands up, “Calm down, Imelda, I’m sure Y/N is just busy with her schoolwork. We’ll ask her why tomorrow.”

“I’m sure she’s busy with Sallow and Gaunt!” Imelda huffed, “It’s hard enough to get us together these days… I just wanted to spend time with my girls.” Now you felt worse. You had a lot of schoolwork, but you did spend more time with Sebastian and Ominis these days. The two boys were pretty much hogging your time. You made a mental note to hang out with your girlfriends more - after all, they were always there to listen to your worries and gave more compassionate advices compared to the boys.

“I agree with Poppy,” Natty smiled, “I’m sure Y/N has her reasons. Let’s go to Honeydukes anyways. Plus, we have a stand-in over here.” The Gryffindor girl held you up to Imelda, who greeted you with a head scratch.

“Fine. Let’s go!”

With you in Natty arms, the three girls grabbed a handful of floo powder and set their destination to Hogsmeade. A green flame enveloped the students as they immediately transported to the middle of the small town. The courtyard was bustling with vendors, students, and shoppers. They hurried off to Honeydukes, with Imelda leading the charge. She rushed to a quaint table next to the window, the group’s favorite spot.

“A pumpkin pasty for me, raspberry cake for Natty, blueberry muffin for Imelda, and a meat pie for our new friend.” Poppy brought their orders to the table, setting the meat pie on the ground for you to eat. You gobbled up the pastry in no time, you knew you can depend on your girls.

Imelda poured tea for the three girls, while she set a cup of milk on the ground. “Well,” she cleared her throat, “There is a specific reason why I asked you all to meet me today.”

The other two girls looked at her intently. You jumped onto Poppy’s lap, I’m not missing this! You thought. To your dismay, Imelda’s face was blushing red. She leaned in as the other girls did the same, “Everett Clompton asked me to be his girlfriend!” Her voice gradually went higher as she finished her sentence.

There was a short pause as everyone processed the information. Your jaw hung low in shock. “Oh dear, I’m sorry- Ouch!” Poppy yelped as Natty pinched her side.

“...And I assume from your giddy reaction, you said yes?” Natty smiled widely.

Imelda slowly nodded, “Yes, I did.” she whispered.

The group erupted in cheer, as they got glares from other customers. The girls laughed. “Congratulations, Imelda, you’re the first one in our group to be in a relationship!” said Natty.

“Ha! And you don’t count whatever Y/N have with Sallow and Gaunt as a relationship?” Imelda laughed, sipping her tea. What do you mean?! You meowed, frustrated that you were the topic of the conversation, even though you can’t say anything to defend yourself. “They are inseparable these days. I tried to ask her for Quidditch tryouts, but Sallow was all up in her space.” Imelda added.

“It’s pretty amusing to see how she is so oblivious,” Natty giggled, “I swear I saw Gaunt’s smile disappeared completely whenever Y/N talks to other boys, except for Sallow, of course.”

You were flabbergasted. Were you that daft? Sure, you harbored special feelings towards your closest friends, but you were too scared to speak up. The friendship that you shared together was like a treasure that you held close to your heart. You would rather bury your romantic feelings deep in your heart to not spoil your friendship.

“Our dear cat is tense,” Poppy hummed while she stroked your back, “Hush now, it will be alright.” You purred and leaned back against her hands. You really wished you could vent your frustrations to them right now.

“So, Poppy, Natty,” Imelda eyed her friends, “Any gossips from your ends?”

The other girls and you looked at each other. Natty took the lead and shook her head, “Not for me,” she laughed, “My mother will skin me alive if she even thinks that I’m in a relationship while I’m still in my studies. Plus, I’m not rushing anything.”

“Cheers to that.” Imelda held out her tea cup, clinking it against the others’ cups.

“I..” Poppy paused, blush crept up her face, “Samantha Dale was being really nice to me.”

Natty and Imelda grinned, and you meowed loudly, “Go on.” Imelda wiggled her eyebrows.

“She’s probably nice to everyone!” Poppy quickly added, voice louder than before, “Plus, she’s so focused on her studies, I don’t think she even thinks about these things…”

“I think she’s just a nerd.” Imelda joked, earning a kick on her shin from Natty, “I’m sorry! I was just joking!” she sighed, “You should go for it, Poppy, if you don’t stay true to your feelings now, you will regret it. I am very sure of that.”

You took Imelda’s words. Their conversation seemed to drawned out by the thoughts in your head. Maybe Imelda was right, you should have stayed true to your own feelings and confess to Sebastian and Ominis. Will they think it’s weird for you to have a crush on two people at the same time? You raked your brains, not realizing that it was time for the group to head back to Hogwarts.

They returned to Hogwarts with another handful of floo powder. The girls bid their goodbyes as they took turn patting your head. “You’re a part of the coolest group in Hogwarts now,” Imelda laughed, “We’ll call you… Chamomile. Just like the delicious tea we had earlier.”

“I still wished Y/N was here.” Natty and Poppy sighed.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give her a good smack when she’s back!” Imelda nodded her head, smiling mischievously.

You laid down on your back at the astronomy tower, looking at the array of stars decorating the night. The tower was the place that you often went if you wanted to find an empty spot to think. It was always cold, but you had never gotten tired of the beautiful night sky. The conversations you had with the girls were echoing in your head. You barely saw Sebastian and Ominis that day. Are they worried that you’re not around? Do they not care about you anymore? The two Slytherin boys plagued your mind. Maybe it was better for you to stay as a cat so you didn’t have to deal with your urge to be more than friends with them.

Suddenly, a pain from your tail shot up throughout your body. You let out a loud shriek, your body instinctively jumped back, fur stood up, and you hissed at the boy who accidentally stepped on your tail.

“Merlin’s beard! I’m so very sorry!” Amit dropped his scrolls, repeatedly apologizing for stepping on you.

Apology accepted, you meowed. You purred against his leg to show him that it was fine, and you understood that it was a mistake. He sighed and crouched down, patting your back.

“I’m sorry, kitty, I’m usually alone here.” Amit gathered his belongings and set down his books and scrolls on the table with a loud Thud!

You looked at him in awe. Amit was a diligent student, but you had never thought that he would stay up late to study. You jumped on the table, sitting down next to him as you scanned the books - all of them related to astrology.

“You don’t mind if I study here, don’t you?” Amit laughed, scratching your chin. You meowed in response, as if you were trying to say it’s alright.

“Well, even if you don’t understand, It’s nice to have a study mate.” He smiled, pointing at a cluster of star in the sky, “That’s Ursa Major, and that one is Draco… wait no, that is a Leo minor! And that one on the far right is Pollux.”

He sighed, “Do you know why I like stars, kitty?” he leaned back against his chair, setting his telescope down, “They are always in groups. Even if in reality they are far apart from each other, from our perspective, they look like they are never alone.”

The Ravenclaw student smiled bitterly, “I missed my family,” he whispered, “It was hard for me to move here alone. My parents and siblings are currently living in India, so it’s so difficult to see them during breaks.”

“I tried to make friends, but they are hard to come by,” He sighed, but his smile came back again, looking at you, “But you are a good company and listener.”

You are my friend, Amit! You screamed out, resulting in a series of loud meows. He chuckled, “You are a smart one, aren’t you?” he tapped his chin, “I’ll call you Taara - it means ‘Star’ in Hindi.”

You meowed gleefuly, it was the prettiest name anyone in the school had given you so far. “I bet not a lot of students will understand that,” Amit chuckled, “It’ll be our little secret!”

Before he could continue, the doors opened. “I think it’s Professor Shah,” Amit said as he picked you up, striding down the tower and put you down in front of the classroom, “Sorry, Taara, Professor Shah isn’t too fond of animals in the Astronomy tower,” he frowned, “I’ll see you again soon!”

Amit waved his hand as he retreated back to the tower.

Gobby, Ginger, Chamomile, and Taara.

Today was beyond eventful. It was almost time for the night curfew, and you were still stuck as a cat. Your limbs were tired from walking around the castle. A big part of you were grateful of this mishap, as you were able to get to know your schoolmates better. Although you spent your day with other students, you haven’t met the two people you were looking for.

“Ah, such a pretty cat.” You were startled at the sudden complement. You jumped back, eyes wide as you stared at a boy clad in shirt and long pants, a green Slytherin tie adorned on his chest. His auburn hair kept tousled. A huge smile formed on his freckled face. Sebastian! It’s me! You yelled on top of your lungs, still resulting in meows.

“A loud one, for sure.” A chuckle left another boy behind Sebastian. His eyes were light grey, as they were reflecting a cloudy storm. His hair was still neatly combed. The tip of his wand glowed, casting a beautiful red light against your black fur.

Sebastian gently picked you up, holding you close in his arms. You hoped that he couldn’t hear how fast your heart was thumping. Surely, they don’t know about your situation, right? You inhaled his scent - cinnamon, musk, and a tinge of burning wood. You shamelessly curled up to him, purring as you did so. You felt Sebastian’s chuckled, “Looks like this cat is tired.” He gently stroked your back.

“Let’s bring it back to the common room,” Ominous replied, closing in to Sebastian as he slowly moved his hand, tracing your soft fur, “We have cozy fireplace and warm milk for our little friend.”

You heard the sound of fire crackling and warmth against your skin. You contorted your body as you found a comfortable position the pillow. As you blinked your eyes open, you were laying down on a pillow on top of Ominis’ lap. The two Slytherin boys were sitting on the sofa next to the fireplace. Sebastian was lounging with a book on his hand. Suddenly you were washed with sadness. You never felt safer than this moment, just with Sebastian and Ominis, the two boys that you cared for the most. You closed your eyes again, too cozy to wake up.

“You know, I haven’t seen Y/N today,” Sebastian muttered, eyes still glued to the book. Your ears perked up as they started to mention your name.

Ominis sighed, “I know, I’ve been worried sick. I hope nothing happened to her.” You found it hard to rest as your heart was beating faster. They were worried about me! you thought.

“I think she will be fine,” Sebastian hummed, “Y/N is smart, and strong to boot. I know she’ll be alright no matter what opponents or tasks she’s facing.”

“I agree. That’s why I find her so… beautiful.” Ominis added. With that sentence, you jolted up. Your heart and mind were in a jumble.

Ominis’ fingers caressed your head, “Sebastian, the cat is awake.”

Sebastian sighed in content as he closed his book, tossing it to the side. He walked closer to you, scratching your chin, “Did you have a good rest?”

You instinctively purred. Sebastian and Ominis chuckled at your reaction, “So adorable.” said the auburn haired boy.

“You know, Sebastian,” Ominis added, still stroking your back, “Since this cat wil probably stay with us for a while, should we name her?”

Sebastian nodded, smirking, “I have a name in mind…” He crouched down to meet your gaze, “How does Y/N sound?”

You stood up, meowing loudly. They knew?! Your emotions were mixed up; panic, embarrassment, and a bit of anger for not helping you earlier.

“Hold on now,” Sebastian laughed, “I’ll help you.” He took out his wand and gently tapped your head. The same blue light reappeared around you as you turned back into human in a split second. You examined your fur-less fingers and grabbed onto your uniform, “I’m back!!” you shouted, pumpking your fist as if you’ve won a match. Realization sinked in as you heard the boys snickered. Your face immediately went tomato red as you felt Ominis squirmed underneath you. You scrambled away from his lap, curling in the corner of the sofa and hiding your face behind a pillow.

“...Just let me disappear.” Your voice was muffled behind the pillow.

Ominis was the one who stopped laughing first, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, I genuinely thought it was too adorable to see you as a feline.”

Sebastian rubbed the tears from his eyes, “Oh, I agree, as much as I felt bad, I was enjoying it.”

You tossed the pillow at Sebastian, “you could’ve helped me earlier!”

Sebastian caught the pillow, setting it aside, “I’m sorry! Truly. But I did get you back, didn’t I?” he winked.

“How did you both know it was me?” You asked, still hitting Sebastian and Ominis with whatever pillow you could find.

“Y/N…” Ominis impressively dodged the hits, “We’ve spent everyday together, how could I not feel your aura even if you’re not human?”

“Oh, and here you go.” Sebastian handed your wand back, “Did the professor not tell you to keep it safe?”

You huffed as you calmed down, “Thank you. I mean it. I was scared I was going to cough up hairballs at some point.” You twiddled your thumb, blush spreading your cheeks, “Were you both… Looking for me?”

Ominis let out another laugh, “We were panicking around the castle,” he coughed, “Well, Sebastian panicked around the castle. He almost asked the Headmaster for a search party if I didn’t hold on to his collars. On the other hand, I am searching for you calm and collected.”

“Lies. He almost cried.”

Ominis’ face turned sour as you laughed at their antics. You held out your arms and hugged the two close, “Thank you, again, you both are always there for me.”

“It’s because we love you, Y/N.” Sebastian sighed in content as he stroked your hair.

Ominis placed his hand on your back gently, “You are the most important person in our lives.” A gentle smile plastered on his face.

You looked up at them. Their confessions were stern and confident, but your heart leapt as you saw how red their faces are - sincerity evident in their expressions. You hugged them even tighter, “I love you both so much.”

#self induldgement baybeeeee #sebastian sallow #sebastian #sebastian sallow x f!reader #ominis gaunt #ominis #ominis gaunt x f!reader #sebastian sallow fanfic #ominis gaunt fanfic #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy #hl

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azulashengrottospiano · 11 months

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Hey, congrats on 1K!! I hope you keep up the great work and take breaks when you need to <3, Is it alright if I request Riddle + bath?

thank you!!!! <33 i definitely will C:

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS + BATH (1k event details)

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Riddle furrows his brow, concentrating hard on the task at hand. You said it wouldn’t be easy and he believed you wholeheartedly, he just didn’t expect this.

“You’ll never catch me alive!” Grim yells from up on your ceiling fan, clinging to the flimsy blades for dear life.

“It’s just a bath, Grim!” you plea, “You stink really bad, you need one!”

Riddle pinches his brow between his thumb and forefinger. He can feel a migraine coming on just from standing near your rambunctious cat monster for a few seconds.

“Allow me, Prefect.” he sighs, producing his magical pen with flourish, “I’ll take care of this for you.”

“Thank you Riddle.” you smile, and it’s so exhausted that Riddle feels the urge to protect you grow.

Grim shrieks as Riddle brandishes his pen at him, firing off a spell that frees Grim in place. The cat monster shrieks again as he falls, and Riddle casts another spell to soften his fall. You rush over to Grim and lift him into your arms.

“Thank you.” you sigh with relief, “Thank you so much, Riddle.”

“Oh, it’s no problem. You called the right person.” Riddle holds his head high, looking down at Grim with disdain, “Now, Off With Your Head!”

A collar appears around Grim’s neck, and he whines loudly in protest.

“Allow me to help you wash him, Prefect.” Riddle says, determined to help you out, even if it’s just a little bit, “It would be my pleasure.”

#auburn's 1k event <3 #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #twst #riddle rosehearts x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts fluff

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critrolesideblog · 1 year

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Essek and Caleb lounge in the bed in the room that was once Caleb's and is now theirs. Their legs tangle beneath the silken sheets as they lean against an excess of pillows, both things Caleb has gotten into the habit of including in the casting of the tower in recent months, should his Kryn colleague arrive. A tray with a charcuterie board overflowing with fruits, cheeses, meats, and other snacks is held aloft between them by the tail a spectral cat as they sip on chilled wine and discuss their recent adventures.

"So anyway," says Caleb. "Once I had shapechanged, I cast Gravity Fissure. Of course, I tried to aim so it would only hit Uk'otoa…" There is a long pause in which Caleb expects a chorus of whispers, but Essek merely raises a curious eyebrow.

"Is something wrong?"

"Ah, no, it is nothing."

"Why did you pause?"

"It is nothing, truly." Caleb waves a mildly chagrinned hand. "It is one of our bits, you know. I don't suppose we've had cause to do it around you much. Usually, when someone says Uk'otoa, everyone else whispers Uk'otoa. I merely paused out of habit."

"Ah, I see," Essek replies, picking among the snacks on the tray. "I missed my cue. Please --" he pops a grape into his mouth -- "back to your story. Say that last part again, and I'll do the bit."

"That isn't necess--"

"No, no, please. I believe you were casting some advanced dunamancy." There is a warm flame of desire kindling behind his lilac eyes as he takes a sip of wine.

"Ah, yes, I cast Gravity Fissure at Uk'otoa--"

"Uk'otoa," Essek chimed in his normal, conversational tone. "… Like that?"

". . . Hm, well, ja, normally we really lean into the stage whisper: Uk'otoa -- like that."

"Ah, I see. Once more, once more." He beckons imperiously as he searches for another snack on the tray.

"I cast the spell at Uk'otoa--"

"Uk'otoa," Essek's voice dips deep in tone, but not volume. The sort of voice he often used as Shadowhand. "Like that?"

Caleb narrows his eyes at him, and practiced as he is now at seeing past the serene masks Essek wears, when Essek glances at him sidelong, he sees plainly the amusement and mischief hiding in the slight quirk of his eyebrow and narrowing of his eyes. Caleb tosses a small wedge of cheese toward his head for his trouble, which sails past its mark, and the spectral cat, Gertie, swats it out of the air. The mischief and amusement come out hiding entirely as Essek lays back on the pillows laughing. Dimples appear on his cheeks as he laughs, and Caleb can't help but reach out run his thumb along Essek's cheekbone as he commits the image to memory. Essek leans into the touch with a small sigh.

"If you are quite done fucking with me," Caleb says, after a moment, tossing a blackberry at him. It slows in its trajectory mid-air and, with a guiding swish of his hand, Essek floats it into his waiting teeth.

"Fucking with you?" Essek's voice is still silky and deep as he rises from the pillows. "Not at present, but that can certainly be arranged." The fire in Essek’s eyes catches in Caleb’s heart.

"Hm, Gertie, I think that will be all for now."

#might I interest you in some self-indulgent fluff this Sunday afternoon #shadowgast #my writing tag #caleb widogast #essek thelyss

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uhohwhathaveidone · 1 year

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Can I request a Sebastian sallow x reader fic that would be about the reader using avada kedavra on Solomon instead of Sebastian to protect Sebastian but the reader is in disbelief that she killed him so the reader runs off snd Sebastian just shocked so he follows the reader and after they are out of the ruins Sebastian comforts the reader by hugging her and comforting her and showering her with kisses to calm her down that she needed to use the spell to protect both of them.

Gotta protect the bf even if it ruins your mental stability am I right?

For Us (S.S)

I didn't sleep the whole night and when I went downstairs to greet my parents, who had just woken up, my dad asked me what I was doing up so early and my mom just looked at me and went "You haven't even gone to bed yet, have you?" And I was just walking around the kitchen at 6am drinking mountain dew and playing with the cats. It's my favourite activity. Also, ik my writing is kind of weird bc i use colour and favourite but not realise instead of realize but it's ok, I promise. Anyway, heavy spoilers for Sebastian's quest obviously, also a lot of angst, a man is dead, your honour. Trauma, am I right? Enjoy <3

You stood next to Sebastian as he shouted at his uncle, wands pointed at each other. You could hardly keep up with what they said as you felt your heart pound in your chest, unsure what would happen next as you looked at Sebastian. His eyes were glazed over as he continued to shout, you were sure there were tears threatening to spill. Solomon glared at the two of you, his jaw tight as he shouted his piece, wand pointed at Sebastian; ready to use at any second. Sebastian kept you close as Solomon began to yell more, keeping you slightly behind him just in case.

“I will not stand for this, Sebastian! What you are doing is wrong, I have to turn you and your friend in!” Solomon shouted; his face held no remorse as he threatened you, no tears of regret or a sad glance sent over to you, just pure anger. Sebastian pushed you behind him as he shouted back. “I won’t have that! What we are doing is right, you won’t stand in our way!” You watched with wide eyes as they began throwing spells at each other, unable to move in fear of being hit. Sebastian kept himself in front of you to protect you; he didn’t want you to be part of the fight since it was a family matter, and if anything happened, he didn’t want you to be blamed. You were stuck, watching as red and blue and green shot back and forth, your head spinning as you watched Sebastian barely cast Protego in time as a red light whizzed toward him.

Once again you found yourself stuck in a stand-still, both men breathing heavily as they tried to catch their breath. “I won’t let you turn us in, I just won’t.” Sebastian breathed; wand still raised. Solomon shook his head, eyes burning with what you could only describe as rage. “Then stop this madness! You can’t run around with the Dark Arts! Just come with me, I’ll help you.” You inched closer to Sebastian, hand in your pocket as your fingers grasped your wand. Sebastian shook, his own eyes switching from sadness and betrayal to anger, his knuckles turning white as his grip on his wand grew tighter. “Do you really think I’d fall for that?” He spat, his gaze darkening. “You won’t let us walk out of here. You’ll turn us in no matter what! You’d rather see my humanity stripped away in a cell than help me save Anne; just like you always wanted!” Solomon shook his head as he sighed, glancing at you. “Do you really think she wants to be part of this?” He gestured to you, earning a glare from you. Sebastian scoffed, “Why would you care? She’s been with me every step of the way!”

Solomon looked at you as you continued to glare at him. “You don’t have to do this, y/n.” You frowned as you watched him fake a concerned look, pulling your wand out. “You have no right to tell me what I can and can’t do. I chose this path with Sebastian to help his sister, something you couldn’t do.” You said, feeling your words drip with malice; Solomon giving you a final frown before reverting to his previous look, staring you down. “What you have chosen is darkness, I hope you know. There is no helping Anne, you have to know that.” He said, gesturing around him. “What you are doing here is futile! It’s pointless! You will be stopped.” Sebastian shook his head, his chest rising and falling at a quick pace as he felt his blood boil. “You know nothing! Nothing will stop us from finishing what we’ve already started!” Solomon sighed one last time, straightening his posture as he stared at Sebastian, the corner of his mouth twitching slightly. “Then I’ll have to deal with you myself, once and for all.”

Your eyes widened as time seemed to slow; Solomon readying his wand as he began to shout. You gripped your wand as you felt yourself run forward, pushing Sebastian back as you pointed your wand at Solomon, eyes glazed as you shouted your own spell. “Avada Kedavra!” Solomon’s eyes widened as he watched you cast first, only able a split second to realize what you had done. You stared, anger replacing the shocked glaze in your eyes as the green light flew into his chest, a flash of regret filling his face as he dropped to the ground. You felt time speed up once again as you stood there, shaking as you released the breath you had been holding. You felt your eye twitch as you quickly tried to fill your lungs with air again, your brain catching up to where you now stood. Sebastian stood behind you, eyes wide as the shock hit him, unable to move as he tried to process everything.

You shrieked as you looked at Solomon, unmoving as his glazed eyes looked over to you, your hands shaking as you dropped your wand. You looked at your hands in horror, the invisible blood that no doubt stained your shaking palms letting you know what you had done. You had killed someone, even if you feared he would have killed you and Sebastian, you still killed him. Your legs felt weak as you grew cold, dropping to the ground as tears slid down your cheeks, your whole body shaking. You glanced back at Solomon, growing colder as his dead eyes stared into your own, his lifeless body limp against the hard ground. You tried to breathe as you grabbed for your wand, muttering incoherently to yourself as you tried to rationalize what you had done. Sebastian’s ears rang as he felt himself return to the present, slowly looking around before his eyes landed on his uncle. He furrowed his brows, almost in confusion, as he looked between you and Solomon, his hands shaking for reasons he was unable to understand.

You gasped for air as your chest tightened, desperately trying to stand as more tears ran down your face. You held your wand to your chest as you watched Sebastian, who could only look at you, watching as you backed away from Solomon, shuddering as you looked between them. Sebastian took a step toward you, his gaze softening as his brain registered your frightened face, causing you to back away from him as well, eyes wide like a doe caught by a predator. You continued to back away, looking around you for the exit; quickly turning to it and sprinting out. Sebastian watched you go, confused, as he slowly turned back to Solomon.

Sebastian stood over him, his mind still processing what he was seeing. He remembered the conversation, if it was even that, between him and his uncle, but the rest of it was hazy. Everything had transpired in under a minute, leaving much for Sebastian to catch up on. He knelt and checked for Solomon’s pulse, eyes widening when he felt none. Hands shaking, he looked around, eyes somehow finding Solomon’s. “You…tried to kill me?” He whispered, recalling how Solomon had begun to shout; he could have sworn he heard the beginnings of the killing curse before you shouted it yourself. Tears pricked at his eyes as the realization hit him in full force, quickly crawling away from Solomon’s body as the breath was stolen from his chest. You had killed Solomon, before he could kill the two of you. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he quickly stood up, looking around frantically for where you might have run off to.

“Y/n!” Sebastian shouted as he ran out of the ruins, looking around. He found you farther away, your sobs leading him to you. You had fallen to your knees again, wand tossed away where you couldn’t reach it. Sebastian ran to you, dropping down to take a look at your face. You gripped the clothes at your chest, eyes wide as you struggled to breathe, muttering to yourself once again. “Y/n.” He said softy, his gaze softening as he watched as tears stained your cheeks and soaked your shirt. Slowly, he moved closer, shakily wrapping his arms around you as he brought your face into his chest, rubbing your back as you sobbed harder. He held you tighter as he softly rocked with you, feeling his own tears fall from his eyes. “It’s okay, you’re okay. I promise.” He said softly; unsure if he was trying to reassure you or himself that everything was fine, He wasn’t the one that cast the spell, but the guilt of the matter squeezed his heart as you shuddered, slightly whining as you tried to talk.

“I…Killed him.” You muttered between sobs; your whole body shook as you continued to fill your lungs with air. Sebastian hushed you, running a hand through your hair as he peppered small kisses to the top of your head. “Don’t think about that, just focus. You’ll faint if you don’t fix your breathing.” He said quietly, feeling you nod softly into his chest as. He tried to guide you into a normal breathing pattern, taking deep breaths and slowly exhaling as you followed suit. “I heard him. He was going to kill you.” You gasped, feeling your heart speed up again as you thought back to what had happened. Sebastian shook his head as he held on to you, nuzzling into your hair as he tried to distract you, focusing on your breathing once again. “You had to, it’s okay. I promise, you’re okay.” The two of you sat there for a few moments, Sebastian continuing to guide you out of your panicked state.

You sniffled as you pulled your face away from Sebastian, eyes red as you looked up at his face. Sebastian felt his heart break as he took in your teary face, slowly bringing his still shaking hands up to your cheeks as he rested his forehead against your own. “You’re okay. We’re okay. You did what you had to do.” He whispered, feeling you nod slightly as you shook. “I still can’t believe it…It shouldn’t have happened this way.” You breathed; your voice still shaky as you tried to dry your tears. Sebastian took your hands in his own as he placed a kiss to your forehead. He helped you dry your tears as you sniffled once again. “You did what you had to. You did it for us, you had to.” He said softly, kissing your hands. You began to breathe normally again, closing your eyes as you repeated his words in your head. Sebastian placed a soft kiss to your lips, resting his head against yours once again, whispering. “I’m here with you. You have me by your side. I won’t let anything like this happen again.”

#sebastian sallow imagine #sebastian sallow x you #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow angst #hurt/comfort #character death #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy #hl #hogwarts legacy angst #harry potter imagine #sebastian sallow fluff

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Neko Noir, Fate of the All Blue Sea pt. 2 (pt.1)

Mihawk x neko reader/OC x Buggy

Warnings: Violence, bloodshed

Thank you everyone for such kind words towards this story! You have no idea how much it means to me.

The first rays of dawn gently caressed the walls of Kuraigana Castle, casting a warm glow over the silent chambers. Dracule Mihawk, lay in peaceful slumber, his imposing figure softened by the quietude of the morning. Unbeknownst to him, a small, black form stirred nearby.

His morning now started with the soft pitter patter of feline paws as the cat gracefully entered his quarters as he lay in peaceful slumber. Its sleek, ebony fur blended seamlessly with the shadows.

The cat, the silent companion that had made itself at home within the castle, approached Mihawk's sleeping form with delicate steps. Its bright yellow eyes observed the swordsman, noting the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed in the tranquility of his dreams.

The feline, usually agile and sleek like its larger predecessors, took on a tender demeanor in the morning light. It padded its way to the edge of Mihawk's bed, its fur catching the soft golden hues of sunrise. With utmost care, she delicately hopped onto the bed, landing with a whisper-soft touch.

Mihawk, still immersed in the realms of dreams, remained undisturbed. The cat, understanding the delicate nature of these early hours, approached Mihawk's slumbering form with gentle grace. It settled itself beside him, a comforting presence in the quietude of the room.

As the first light of morning danced through the castle windows, the cat leaned in, nuzzling against Mihawk's cheek. The swordsman, now hovering on the cusp of wakefulness, stirred at the gentle touch. His eyes, accustomed to sharp focus and calculated precision, blinked open to the softness of dawn.

The cat, sensing Mihawk's awakening, let out a quiet purr – a melodic hum that resonated with warmth. Mihawk, though known for his stern demeanor, couldn't help but crack a subtle smile. The morning routine, a silent agreement between man and feline, unfolded with a sense of quiet understanding.

With unhurried movements, Mihawk reached out, his fingers gliding over the cat's sleek fur. The feline, in turn, pressed closer, relishing the tactile connection. The castle, usually echoing with the sounds of training and swordplay, embraced these morning moments of serenity.

The routine continued as Mihawk rose from his slumber, the cat a constant companion in the slow transition from dreams to wakefulness. The swordsman, a figure of formidable skill and strength, allowed the morning to unfold in a symphony of softness, a harmony woven between man and feline.

As the morning light continued to weave its gentle spell, Mihawk rose from his bed with the quiet grace only befitting that of a master swordsman. The cat, now fully attuned to the rhythms of their shared mornings, followed suit. It padded alongside him as he moved through the chambers, a silent companion in the prelude to the day.

The castle, once a haven of shadows and echoes, seemed to awaken with a newfound sense of tranquility. The cat occasionally brushed against Mihawk's legs, a silent request for attention that the swordsman graciously fulfilled. The rhythmic purring provided a soothing backdrop, a melody of contentment in the stillness.

As Mihawk approached the large, open windows of the castle, he gazed out at the horizon. The sun, now fully emerged, bathed the landscape in a golden embrace. The cat, perching itself on the windowsill, observed the world outside with a curious gleam in its eyes.

In these moments, Mihawk's stoic demeanor softened. The solitude that usually surrounded him yielded to the quiet companionship of the feline presence. He reached out, running his fingers through the cat's fur, appreciating the warmth and simplicity of the connection.

The castle's corridors echoed with the soft padding of their steps as Mihawk, accompanied by his feline friend, made his way to the courtyard. The training grounds, usually a realm of fierce clashes and resonant steel, now echoed with a different cadence – the rhythmic purring and gentle footsteps. The cat, finding a cozy spot in the courtyard, settled down to watch Mihawk's morning training routine. As the swordsman practiced his moves with unparalleled precision, the cat's eyes followed every motion, as if entranced by the dance of blades.

As Mihawk honed his legendary sword skills in the crisp morning air, the black cat would gracefully navigate the training ground. It observed each precise movement, its eyes reflecting a keen interest in the dance of the blade. Mihawk couldn't help but appreciate the silent companionship, and he'd occasionally pause to share a morsel of his breakfast, realizing that the cat had become a part of his daily routine in almost no time at all.

In the evenings, after a day of rigorous training, Mihawk would retreat to the quiet sanctuary of his chambers. The black cat would follow, gracefully leaping onto the windowsill to join him. As Mihawk reclined in his chair, the cat would curl up beside him, content with the soothing rhythm of his hand stroking its fur.

Within the feline form, the shifter experienced a duality of emotions that mirrored the intricate dance between shadows and light. Happiness, a warm glow that whispered in the quiet moments of shared routine, coexisted with an undercurrent of desperation—a yearning for the return to her human self.

The castle, once a cold and solitary expanse, had transformed into a haven of unexpected joy. Yet, as the cat purred contentedly in Mihawk's company, there lingered an ache for the touch of fingers instead of gentle strokes, for words spoken in the human tongue instead of the silent communion they now shared.

The rhythmic pattern of their daily routine, the sunrise strolls and quiet evenings by the fireplace, brought comfort and solace. However, within the small feline heart, there beat the constant reminder of the shifting, intangible barrier that kept her from expressing her thoughts, her fears, and her gratitude.

She often found herself gazing longingly at the reflection in the castle windows, a creature of fur and whiskers staring back. Those piercing yellow eyes, both feline and human in essence, held within them the complexity of a soul yearning for the return to what once was.

When Mihawk practiced his legendary swordplay, a part of her longed to join, not as a graceful feline spectator, but as the woman she had been. The clash of steel, the crisp sound of footsteps on the training ground—they were echoes of a life she had temporarily set aside. To feel her muscles ache from the challenge of dueling and exerting muscles that she missed in her human form. To feel the weight of a blade again in her hands as she slashed the air.

The library, a sanctuary of wisdom, now seemed to hold volumes of secrets just out of reach. She yearned to turn the pages, to absorb the knowledge as her human self once had, to engage in the silent conversations that transcended species. To read at leisure again, and to learn from the pages of books that she was interested in not ones that happened to be open at the time.

As the night settled, and the castle slept in quiet repose, the female shifter would gaze at the moonlit sky with a silent plea. Each beam of moonlight seemed to carry the promise of a transformation yet unrealized. A wish lingered in her heart—a wish to once again feel the cool breeze on human skin, to touch and be touched in return. In those moments of quiet reflection, the shifter's eyes would glint with determination.

She cherished the happiness found in the simple joys of feline existence, yet a silent plea echoed within her being—a plea for the return to the realm of humanity, where words, emotions, and connections held a depth that transcended the language of whiskers and purrs.

In the quiet halls of Kuraigana Castle, the atmosphere hung heavy with anticipation. The solitary swordsman had received an order early in the afternoon to eliminate a group of pirates that had disrupted the seas nearby. As he prepared to depart, the black cat, a constant companion, sensed a change in the air. She noticed Mihawk beginning to pack similarly to when they would leave for supplies, yet she sensed this wasn't like those times.

The enigmatic feline approached Mihawk, weaving between his legs with an almost pleading nudge. Mihawk, recognizing the unspoken request, sternly said, "Not this time. It's too dangerous." He gently nudged the cat away, making it clear that it would stay behind.

The cat's vibrant green eyes reflected a mixture of emotions – confusion, frustration, and a tinge of sadness. As Mihawk left the castle, the shifter pressed its sleek form against the cold stone walls, a silent observer to the man's departure.

Left alone within the vastness of the fortress, the cat shifted between a myriad of emotions. Anger sparked in its eyes, a fiery intensity at being left behind. Slowly followed by the solitude that crept in, turning the vibrant feline into a shadow of its usual self. The castle echoed with the silence of its absent companion.

Yet, as the hours stretched into days, the initial anger transformed into a quiet worry. The cat, with its senses attuned to the sea, felt the ebb and flow of Mihawk's presence. It sat by the window, gazing out at the horizon, a silhouette against the backdrop of fading daylight. The shifter barely ate, its appetite waning with each passing moment of solitude.

Its heart raced with concern for the man it had come to care for, the man who had become the center of its world. The fortress, once resonant with the echoes of Mihawk's presence, now harbored a somber hollowness.

Days turned into nights, and the shifter's vigil persisted. The cat's ears perked at every distant sound, hoping to catch the familiar footsteps of Mihawk's return. The castle, a stoic witness to the passage of time, held within its walls a creature yearning for the return of its companion.

In the heart of the castle, the shifter in her feline form was curled up by the fireplace, basking in the warmth and rhythmic crackling of the flames. Her yellow eyes glinted in the dim light, unaware of the impending storm that would soon shatter the peace she had found in Mihawk's company.

On a moonlit night, the castle doors creaked open. She hadn't seen Mihawks unique ship dock. but maybe there was something she was not aware of, yet her excitement led her to run through the halls to meet the swordsman. The sight that met her though made every hair stand on end. That was not Mihawk.

The intruders approached with stealth, their intentions veiled in the shadows that clung to their figures. As the castle's grand doors creaked open, the shifter sprang to her feet, fur bristling with a sudden surge of adrenaline. Unfamiliar scents wafted through the air, a blend of salt, sweat, and the unmistakable stench of malice. A low growl emanated from her throat, a primal warning echoing in the chamber. The clash of steel against steel erupted as the pirates advanced, their nefarious motives masked by the cover of darkness.

The shifters eyes, gleaming in the dark made contact with one of the intruders. A particularly menacing figure, scarred and weathered pirate captain, stepped forward with a twisted grin. "Well, well, what do we have here?" the captain sneered menacingly, eyeing the shifter. "A little pet? I'm sure Mihawk won't mind if we borrow her for a while." The shifter's yellow eyes blazed with defiance at the man's words.

The shifter's instincts kicked into high gear, propelling her agile form through the labyrinthine halls of the castle. A desperate race unfolded, the cat evading the relentless pursuit of the invaders. The pirates, driven by a thirst for revenge, closed in on the feline, their determined steps echoing like a relentless drumbeat. In a moment of desperate defiance, the shifter lunged and swiped at her pursuers, claws unsheathed in a flurry of feral resistance. Yet, outnumbered and surrounded, her valiant efforts proved futile.

With calculated precision, the pirates closed in, capturing the cat in a net of cruel intentions. The shifter writhed and fought, her once sleek fur now matted with the remnants of a futile struggle. Captured, she still attempted to continue to resist with a tenacity born of desperation.

The pirates, shrouded in the darkness, taunted and laughed, their cruel remarks echoing off the cold stone walls. The shifter's yellow eyes still continued to blaze with defiance, her feline form attempting one last futile struggle against the entangling net. The pirates, reveling in their apparent victory, hoisted the net with the struggling shifter onto their shoulders. As the net tightened around her, panic flickered in her yellow eyes, a plea for mercy unspoken but palpable.

The invaders, victorious in their pursuit, chuckled sinisterly, reveling in the capture of their prey. The shifter, now a captive in their ruthless hands, emitted a mournful yowl, the echoes of her distress reverberating through the stone walls of the castle. The pirates, having achieved their twisted objective, retreated into the shadows, leaving behind an air thick with trepidation and the lingering scent of betrayal.

Mihawk, unaware that he had been given faulty information on the pirate's numbers and the betrayal that had happened. His mind on the feline waiting for him back at his castle, and all he wanted was to finish his job quickly and return. As he docked back at his island and made his way up to his imposing castle the odd sensation of unease began to settle upon him. His once graceful steps began to be more forceful as he lengthened his stride. His eyes picked up the remnants of boot marks in the dirt path that were not his, and dread squeezed at his heart.

As he approached the grand entrance, his keen eyes noticed the first signs of the intrusion—a shattered door, its imposing wooden frame now fractured and vulnerable. Fear, an emotion rarely allowed to claw at the edges of Mihawk's stoic demeanor, surged within him. Without a moment's hesitation, he rushed through the hallowed halls, a premonition weighing heavy on his heart. His mind, uncharacteristically frantic, raced through the possibilities, but one thought loomed larger than the rest—the feline.

Turning a corner, Mihawk's breath caught in his throat. The aftermath of the skirmish lay before him, a tableau of violence that sent shivers down his spine. The air was tainted with the metallic scent of fresh blood, and black fur clung to the ground, a stark contrast against the cold stone floor.

Mihawk's eyes narrowed with a mix of anger and concern. His castle, a sanctuary he deemed impervious, had been violated, and the evidence lay strewn across the corridor. His hand tightened around the hilt of his sword, a silent promise of retribution. With measured steps, he followed the trail of discord, each drop of spilled blood intensifying the knot in his stomach. The normally pristine castle had become a battlefield, the clash between his uninvited guests and the resilient feline leaving scars on the very foundation he had built.

As Mihawk delved deeper into the chaos, he steeled himself for what he might find. The feline, his silent companion who had nestled her way into the recesses of his heart, faced an unknown fate. The realization, bitter and unwelcome, fueled the urgency in his steps. The gravity of the situation hung heavy in the air as Mihawk pressed on.

Guilt, an emotion foreign to the austere heart of Mihawk, now clawed at the edges of his consciousness. Every step he took through the ravaged halls echoed with the resounding weight of his regret. The shattered door, the blood-stained fur—he could see the consequences of his decision in the disarray that surrounded him.

In the silence of his thoughts, Mihawk berated himself for the choice he made. If only he had allowed the feline companion, the creature that had become an unexpected presence in his life, to accompany him. Perhaps, in her agile and vigilant form, she could have been safe with him. But he, in his uncharacteristic concern for her safety, chose to keep her within the confines of the castle.

Now, as he traversed the aftermath of the intrusion, he couldn't escape the haunting realization that his decision had played a pivotal role in the chaos that unfolded. The feline, with her keen instincts and untamed spirit, had attempted to fend off the attackers, but had been unsuccessful.

His footsteps, usually measured and confident, now carried the weight of self-blame. Each echo through the damaged halls was a reminder of the responsibility he bore for the upheaval in his once serene abode. Mihawk's mind, typically a fortress of unwavering resolve, became a battleground of self-reproach.

The journey to find her felt like a penance, a quest to rectify a mistake that had ramifications far beyond the external damage to his castle. The solitude he had sought, the sanctuary he had carefully curated, now stood breached, and he was forced to confront the vulnerability he had kept at bay for so long.

As he pressed on, driven by a mix of determination and remorse, Mihawk couldn't shake the nagging thought that, perhaps, the silent companion who had found her way into his life was paying the price for his attempt to shield her from harm. And in the echoes of his own footsteps, he carried the burden of a decision that had unforeseen consequences.

A strip of cloth nearby caught his attention. Mihawk's eyes narrowed as he picked up a torn strip of fabric, its vibrant colors and distinctive pattern unmistakable. It was a fragment of a Jolly Roger, the insignia of the pirates he believed he had recently thwarted. But, upon closer inspection, realization dawned on him like a storm on the horizon. A surge of clarity swept through Mihawk's stoic demeanor, replacing the initial confusion with a cold understanding. The torn fabric, fluttering ominously in his hand, told a story of deception. He had been played, manipulated into leaving his stronghold unguarded.

His mind raced, piecing together the fragments of the puzzle. The attack on his castle wasn't a mere act of revenge; it was a strategic maneuver, a deliberate diversion to draw him away. An unsettling mix of anger and frustration welled up within Mihawk. The precision of the plan spoke volumes about the cunning of his adversaries. In his pursuit of a momentary lapse in judgment, they had seized the opportunity to infiltrate his home, endangering not only the sanctity of his fortress but also the safety of the enigmatic feline.

The torn fabric served as a grim reminder that the battle, for him, extended beyond the physical realm. It was a clash of wits, a contest of strategies where each move had consequences. Mihawk's usually unyielding gaze now bore the weight of a man who had been outsmarted.

Clutching the remnant of the pirate flag, Mihawk steeled himself for the task ahead. His castle may have been breached, but the adversary had yet to reckon with the full extent of his capabilities. The pursuit of justice and the safety of his feline companion became intertwined, propelling him forward with a newfound determination to reclaim what was rightfully his.

Trapped within the confinements of a small cage, the shifter found herself surrounded by the ominous shadows of the pirate captain's quarters. The air was thick with tension as the man, a malevolent glint in his eyes. His gaze, unwavering and unsettling, bore into her like a predatory beast eyeing its prey. Her yellow eyes met the captains in defiance, a feral hiss escaping her lips whenever he drew near.

The cage offered little protection, but it was a feeble barrier against the palpable threat that loomed in the room. The shifter's instincts urged her to lash out, to claw at the man who held her captive, but the confines of the cage limited her movements.

The pirate captain, a cruel smirk playing on his lips, seemed to revel in the feline's distress. His eyes lingered on her with an unsettling intensity, a hunger for power and control burning within. It was a confrontation of wills, a silent battle fought through wary stares and defiant snarls. The pirate captain circled the cage, his eyes gleaming with a predatory satisfaction. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I've captured many creatures in my time, but none quite as spirited as you."

The shifter's ears flattened against her head, a low growl resonating in her throat. Her sharp gaze followed the captain's every move, an unspoken challenge burning within her eyes. He chuckled, the sound a menacing melody that echoed through the dimly lit quarters. "You may resist now, my dear feline friend, but soon you'll learn the futility of defiance. I've dealt with stubborn creatures like you before."

The shifter's amber eyes narrowed, a silent vow etched in her feral glare. The cage, though confining, did little to imprison the indomitable spirit that raged within her. As the captain drew closer, she hissed, baring her teeth in a primal display of aggression.

The clang of metal against metal reverberated through the room as she lashed out with lethal claws, a desperate attempt to defend herself against the looming threat. "You'll make a fine addition to my collection," the captain sneered, his voice laced with triumph. "A creature as rare as you will fetch a high price in the black market. Perhaps I'll keep you as a personal pet."

The shifter's eyes burned with defiance, her feline instincts screaming at her to resist and escape. Yet, as the captain gloated, a spark of determination ignited within her. This was not the end; it was a fleeting moment of captivity in a life defined by resilience. And deep within the feline's heart, a silent promise echoed – she would endure, she would resist, and she would reclaim her freedom.

Yet, with each passing moment, the captain's malevolence only seemed to intensify. His dark laughter reverberated through the room, a chilling symphony that mingled with the shifter's guttural growls. The cage, a symbol of confinement and vulnerability, became a stage for the ominous dance between captor and captive.

The shifter glanced at her back leg as one of her wounds from washing ashore Mihawks beach had opened back up during her attempt in escaping the pirates and her other wounds ached from being so roughly handled. She was at least thankful that her blood had coagulated and was no longer bleeding freely, but she still felt weak from the blood loss.

The feline's world swayed as she succumbed to the relentless drain of blood loss. Weakened and battered, she collapsed in her gilded cage, her breaths shallow and labored. The pirate captain, with a twisted grin, reached towards the cage, eager to secure his prize. However, the room was abruptly jarred by the thunderous roars of cannons, shaking the very foundation of the ship.

The pirate cursed and hastily abandoned his captive, leaving the feline alone in the dimly lit quarters. The cacophony of battle echoed through the ship, adding an ominous backdrop to the desperate situation.

Lying on the cold metal floor of her cage, the shifter fought against the encroaching darkness, her senses heightened by the imminent danger. She strained to hear the sounds of the skirmish outside, the clash of swords, the shouts of men, and the eerie creaking of the ship under siege.

As the minutes stretched into an agonizing eternity, the feline's ears pricked at the approaching footsteps outside the door. The air hung heavy with suspense as the door creaked open, revealing a shadowy figure backlit by the chaos unfolding beyond.

The silhouette stepped into the room, revealing a pirate with blue hair and a distinctive red nose. She vaguely remembered his face from a bounty she had seen a while ago in passing. Buggy the Clown, his red nose contrasting starkly against his blue hair, entered the dimly lit room. The flickering lanterns cast an eerie glow on the opulent surroundings.

Buggy surveyed the pirate captain's quarters, his eyes darting around the opulent room adorned with stolen treasures and plundered goods. The air was heavy with the scent of greed and arrogance, a fitting ambiance for a pirate captain reveling in his ill-gotten gains. However, amidst the displays of wealth and decadence, Buggy's sharp eyes caught a glimpse of something incongruous—a gilded cage, an ostentatious prison in the midst of the pirate's lair. His curiosity piqued, he approached, his mismatched eyes narrowing as he took in the scene.

There, in the ornate cage, lay an injured black cat. The feline's fur, usually sleek and shining, was now matted with blood, telling a tale of struggle and suffering. Despite the evident pain, the cat's eyes held a defiant gleam, a silent challenge to the oppressor who had dared to confine it.

The metallic tang of blood hung thick in the air, and Buggy's eyes sharpened with a mix of concern and intrigue. He couldn't ignore the desperation in those piercing yellow eyes, nor the injustice of the situation. For a moment, the boisterous and flamboyant pirate captain was rendered silent, his gaze fixed on the captive feline.

The feline, battered and bruised, observed Buggy cautiously as he approached the gilded cage. The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, a testament to the struggles she had endured. Her piercing yellow eyes, still sharp despite the ordeal, followed Buggy's every movement.

Buggy's thoughts raced as he assessed the scene before him. The chaos outside the room intensified, but within those walls, a different kind of battle played out—one where a lone cat faced the cruelty of captivity. The infamous pirate, known for his theatrical flair and cunning, felt an unexpected twinge of empathy. Buggy, with practiced precision, produced a set of keys and deftly unlocked the ornate cage. The door swung open, and the feline, weakened and battered, hesitated for a moment before cautiously stepping out.

"Ah, there we go!" Buggy exclaimed, grinning beneath his brightly colored hat. "Now, let's make a grand exit, shall we?" As Buggy extended his hand towards her, the feline hesitated. Instinct and survival had taught her caution with pirates, especially in the face of those similar to the ones that had confined her.

However, as Buggy spoke in a tone that held an unexpected gentleness, the feline sensed a shift in the atmosphere. The eccentric pirate captain wasn't like the others who had sought to exploit her. There was a theatricality to him, a flamboyance that veiled a genuine intention—a willingness to break her free from the confines of the gilded cage.

When Buggy offered his hand again, the shifter stared at it for a moment, assessing the sincerity in his eyes. The vibrant, mismatched colors of his clown-like appearance seemed to soften, revealing a genuine concern. In that moment, the feline's instincts whispered a silent encouragement, urging her to take the leap of trust. With a cautious movement, she allowed Buggy to scoop her up, his touch surprisingly gentle against her battered fur.

The transition from the cold, restrictive cage to the warmth of Buggy's embrace brought a mixture of emotions. Vulnerability mingled with a spark of hope, and the feline couldn't help but feel a fleeting sense of relief.

In that moment, as Buggy carried her away from the cage, the feline's heart beat with a rhythm that echoed a newfound trust. It was a tentative connection, fragile yet profound, forged in the peculiar dance of survival on the unpredictable seas.

As the pirate captain and the feline navigated the chaos erupting outside, the sounds of cannons, clashes, and shouts filled the air. The shifter, though still weakened, moved with a newfound determination alongside her unexpected rescuer. Together, they faced the impending skirmish, forging an unlikely alliance amid the tumultuous sea of pirates and their clashes.

Buggy cradled the injured feline in his arms, surprised by the docility with which she allowed him to handle her. It was as if she sensed a momentary ally in the eccentric pirate captain. He gingerly stroked the cat's fur, feeling the warmth and fragility beneath his fingertips. With the injured feline securely in his grasp, Buggy ascended to the upper deck of the pirate ship.

The chaotic scene that unfolded before him revealed a satisfying twist of fate—the pirates who had dared to confine the cat were now bound and subdued. The crew members, witnessing the unexpected appearance of their captain with a cat in tow, stared in bewilderment. Buggy, reveling in the absurdity of the moment, smirked as he made his grand entrance. "Behold!" he announced theatrically, the cat still cradled safely in his arms, "Captain Buggy returns, and he brings with him a most esteemed guest—a feline of distinguished taste, no doubt!"

The crew exchanged perplexed glances, unsure whether to take their captain seriously or dismiss it as another one of his eccentricities. However, as Buggy approached the tied-up pirates, their expressions shifted from confusion to understanding.

The injured cat, with her yellow eyes surveying the scene, emitted a low growl once she spotted the pirate captain that had locked her in the cage, a primal warning to those who had wronged her. Buggy, catching onto the feline's protective instincts, couldn't help but appreciate the unexpected ferociousness of the feline in his grasp.

"Well, well," Buggy mused, his voice adopting a more menacing tone, "seems like someone's got a bone to pick with our dear captain here." With a theatrical flourish, he extended a hand that held a dagger and with a swift movement slashed the other pirate captain's throat without an ounce of hesitation.

"Now, my dear crew," Buggy declared, "this cat here has suffered at the hands of these scoundrels. Let it be known that anyone who dares harm a hair on her precious head shall face the wrath of Captain Buggy and his ferocious feline companion!" The cat, though weakened, held her head high, echoing the sentiment with an unyielding gaze. The crew, realizing the peculiar alliance forged in the face of adversity, erupted into a mixture of laughter and applause. Buggy, basking in the newfound camaraderie, paraded around the ship.

The feline, her eyes never leaving Buggy's face, weighed her options. Instinct battled with reason, and in that precarious moment, a decision was made. Trust, a fragile thread that connected disparate souls, sparked within her.

It was a trust rooted in survival, an unspoken understanding that in the unpredictable world of the seas, alliances could arise from the most unlikely of encounters. As Buggy declared his intentions to protect her, the feline responded with a soft purr—a sound that resonated not only with gratitude but also with a newfound connection. The gentle vibrations of the purr reverberated through Buggy's arms, a silent acknowledgment of the trust placed in him.

Mihawk sailed through the debris-laden waters, a storm of conflicting emotions brewing within him. The once-proud pirate ship he had been pursuing lay shattered and broken, a cruel testament to the violent encounter that had taken place. As he approached the remnants, a sinking feeling gripped his chest, and his sharp eyes scanned the wreckage for any sign of what he feared most.

The sea whispered tales of tragedy, the salty air carrying a weight of sorrow. His heart raced as he imagined the scene that had unfolded—his cat, the feline companion he had unknowingly grown attached to, caught in the crossfire of a vengeful clash.

The reality hit him like a tidal wave, and Mihawk's knees threatened to give way beneath the weight of despair. The little feline who had shared and offered moments of warmth and companionship, was now lost amidst the splintered remains of the ship.

The realization that she might never purr against his touch or curl up by the fireplace sent a shiver through him. He surveyed the wreckage with a sinking feeling, unable to shake the haunting images that played in his mind. The fragments of a life he hadn't fully understood—the nuances of the bond they had shared—lay scattered, shattered like the ship itself.

A bitter ache settled in Mihawk's chest as he stared at the sea, grappling with the cruel truth that she might be gone. The waves whispered a somber lullaby, and the once-mighty pirate hunter found himself humbled by the fragility of life.

In the silence that followed, Mihawk could almost hear the echo of her presence—a phantom memory of a feline companion who had unwittingly become a cherished part of his austere existence. The weight of loss bore down on him, and a heavy sigh escaped his lips, carrying the regret of a man who had failed to protect the one he didn't know he held dear.

@onepieceohohoh @under-kitty @a-goblin-named-cherry @vividgette

#one piece #dracule mihawk #op mihawk #buggy x oc #dracule mihawk x oc #original character

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roseblushkestrel · 6 months

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bg3 multiplayer is very good

Just some of my favorite moments so far from the bg3 multiplayer game @icapturedthecastle and I have been playing:

Sarah constantly asking "what are you stealing???" when my Durge and Astarion are running around somewhere she can't see us and the activity feed says we succeeded on a sleight of hand check

Me making Sarah do every interaction with Gale because I cannot be trusted not to romance him

"Gale's kinda petty when he's drunk" "You shouldn't even be talking to Gale, you know better than that" "I WAS LEFT UNSUPERVISED"

Sarah making us reload like three times because Shadowheart kept rejecting her at the tiefling party - "how do I accidentally romance her EVERY TIME but when I'm trying to do it on purpose she turns me down???"

Giving every character either the magic violin or the Performer feat so they can be in a band with my Bard Durge - except for Sarah's character who she prefers to have bang on a drum with us like an "enthusiastic toddler"

We were having fun with Boo the hamster and throwing him around our Elfsong hotel room, but then Sarah threw a health potion at him to heal him and every single companion went hostile because they thought we were attacking him

Yelling at Gale for being too handsome with the bun mod we both went out of our way to download

"I'm sorry Gale. I just... can't be around you when you look like this, I'll catch you on the next playthrough" "Every time you walk past him it's just that one song by Rascal Flatts playing"

I'm in the temple talking to Orin as Durge for the first time and Sarah just goes "oh by the way this is a duel. Sorry, I should have told you that. Before the duel was starting."

My cat turning off my computer by stepping on the power button right after the Orin duel before I'd been able to quicksave

During the second attempt at the duel, managed to do 75 damage to her with one Disintegrate scroll and felt super badass, then Sarah accidentally attacked one of the priests and turned everyone aggro at all of us

(Third attempt at the duel went fine and took like three turns)

In the underwater prison we both forgot to have our characters go up the ladder which led to this hilarious screenshot

Racing after every long rest to see if I can put my Lesser Restoration amulet on and heal my Bloodless condition faster than she can get Paladin!Karlach over to my character to do it

Heckling Gortash after casting Otto's Irresistible Dance on him

Sarah hoarding explosive barrels in huge OSHA-violating stacks

"Um, this Steel Watcher is definitely about to blow up right next to all your barrels" "NOOOO, MY BARRELS"

The barrel hoarding majorly paying off in the House of Hope

Me blearily using a fire spell on some enemies in the House of Hope and Sarah going "fire damage? really? we're in hell"

(after Sarah learned I just didn't even try to solve the Act 3 murders in my first playthrough) "So now we go talk to this lady and she pays us a bunch of money. That's why we help people." "That's why we... do quests? Got it"

Breaking into Dammon's house to find his smutty literature

#bg3 #bg3 spoilers #multiplayer shenanigans #every rpg should let you play it like this

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Hello!! I'm very excited you're taking requests considering I just recently inhaled all your works 🥳 Can I request an extra scene from all the western stars? Perhaps something about Draco and Harry's lives in the future, with Draco at Hogwarts? Thank you!

hi there!! thank you for this! love this prompt. i will say i do have a sequel to all the western stars tentatively planned, but this snippet would take place well after that one, too.

i'm fairly certain if you haven't read all the western stars, this will read like a random seer (+hogwarts divination professor) draco/werewolf harry, established relationship, possibly thinking about kids fic?? so enjoy that, haha.

@ everyone else: send me prompts!

this is ~2.3k words (🤦🏻‍♀️); cw for vague allusions to past violence between harry and draco, discussion of having kids, and a tiny bit of blood.

Harry smells the Divination Classroom before he's all the way up the stairs. He pauses in sight of the open trapdoor and breathes in a moment, enjoying the scent—not because he’s a particular fan of the mingled scents of lavender and sage in and of themselves, but because they smell like Draco.

Then he clambers up the ladder, swearing as he feels it wobble beneath his weight. Draco had promised him he’d reinforced the ladder with spells after a vision he wouldn’t go into detail about but Harry assumes involved him plummeting onto his arse by the way Draco kept thinking about it and snickering. It’s those snickers that have him doubting Draco’s honesty, the git, so Harry pauses this time to cast a Feather-Light Charm on himself, then continues his ascent.

The classroom is empty but for Draco when he finally crawls through. He tries to quell his slightly heavy breathing once he sees that Draco’s sitting on a pile of too many cushions with his eyes closed, his feet bare, and his teaching robes abandoned on the tea table next to a crystal ball and a slew of empty china cups. He’s meditating, and Harry tries to be quiet, forgets the Feather-Light Charm, and trips on his own feet with a cursing yelp.

He knocks into the tea table and sends the crystal ball rolling to the floor. Draco doesn’t open his eyes, but he does smile, and it’s so fond and knowing that Harry smiles helplessly back, ending his charm, scooping up the ball, and dropping down onto the cushions with it tucked under his arm.

“Hello,” he whispers, watching Draco’s nose twitch and looking for any signs of dried blood. “Are you done?”

Draco gives a heavy, dramatic sigh, keeping his eyes closed, but leaning in close so their sides touch. “I suppose so,” he says, but his cheek is slightly pink and a little warm when Harry leans over to press a sloppy kiss to it.

Then his eyes flip open, sparkling, lovely gray Harry adores the sight of. He kisses the side closest to him where crinkles form, kisses the soft hair at the nearest temple, and when Draco purses his lips expectantly, he kisses the very corner of those lips, laughing lightly when a pout forms. No pout should be that criminally adorable on the face of a man in his 40s, and Harry truly can’t help kissing it, sighing at the pleased, satisfied noise Draco offers him in return.

Encouraged, Harry parts his lips and swipes his tongue at the peak of where Draco’s lip goes plump—and Draco pulls back abruptly, more than pink the face now, narrowing those lovely eyes.

“Harry, quit it—if that old bat catches us again, she will sack me, there’s no question!”

“Why don’t you try not calling her an old bat and see where that gets you?” Harry asks around a devilish, unrepentant smile. He’s rarely ever as attracted to Draco when he’s squawking at him for one bother or another. “You know her Animagus form is a cat, not a bat.”

“Wow,” Draco says, rolling his eyes up at the ceiling as Harry cracks up at his joke. “Incredible. I don’t know how I’m expected to maintain brain matter when this is the level of intellectualism I’m exposed to daily.”

“You’re a swot; you’ve got plenty to spare, don’t worry,” Harry says, cupping his hand over the crown of Draco’s head and pressing a kiss to his forehead. Draco swats at him, perfunctory, but leans further into him, letting Harry’s arm drop around him. He puts the crystal ball back on its stand so he can hold Draco properly and catches his look; he winks. “You dropped that.”

“I did, did I?”

“Yes, while your eyes were closed.”

“Well, I suppose I’ve seen no evidence to the contrary.”

“Exactly.”

“You’re a menace,” Draco says, reaching up to cup Harry’s face and kiss him once more. They fall into that for a few more moments, though Draco keeps it firmly chaste—which is fair enough.

Draco and Headmistress McGonagall seem to have a grudgingly peaceful employer-employee relationship made possible by Draco keeping his distance—he lives in Hogsmeade with Harry, he splits most of his time between the Divination Tower, the Slytherin Common Room, and the kitchens for all his snacking trips. Giving her more ammunition in their very frosty territory war in the form of her walking in on Harry and Draco being inappropriate—again—is the last thing Draco wants to do.

Harry knows—because she’s told him so—that McGonagall respects Draco as the foremost expert in his field, insofar as she respects the field itself. She’s also told him that she can’t deny the rapport that Draco has with students. He seems to collect what Harry calls ‘Luna Lovegood types’—Draco calls them Looneys, very affectionately, and never in earshot of his Headmistress—who all tend to follow him around, hang on his every word, bring him treats from Hogsmeade, and vent their oddest dreams and imaginings to his mostly patient ear.

They also all have pet crows, following Draco’s example. McGonagall has much less respect for that.

“Are you ready to go?” Harry asks as he gently breaks the kiss, eager to take this someplace where chasteness doesn’t have to be a factor. He’d been away for three nights, working on a complex warding job in Cornwall, and with the full moon only a few days away, Harry has really felt every minute of his time away from Draco. He tightens his arms around him, careful but firm, trusting as always that Draco will shove him away if he’s being too clingy.

“Almost,” Draco says, and Harry works hard not to groan. Draco smiles as if he’d heard the groan anyway and then nods towards the still-open trap door. “Just a few more minutes, I think.”

He spends half of those minutes leaning back into Harry’s hold, pulling at his arms so the hold tightens even more—and then pushes them away, straightening up a little.

Harry can take that hint. “Student?”

“Last one.” Draco checks his watch and lowers his voice. “This will be Letty, the one with the religious—Muggle religious—parents who thought she was possessed before we found her. She’s had a vision almost every night this week, and I know she’ll want me to hear this one.”

All of Harry’s impatience evaporates, and he gets up dutifully to sit on the other side of the tea table and give them space. “Got it. I can clear out, if you—”

“No, I think—she likes an audience,” Draco says, smiling a little. He checks his watch one more time, then looks over at the trap door.

Right on cue, a tuft of brown curls appears through the door in the floor, and so follows a tiny little girl named Letty, eyes wide. They widen as they land on Harry, who gives a little wave, and then she scrambles up and races to the pile of cushions, kicking her shoes off and dropping down onto a cushion all in one, frantic movement.

“Hi, Draco!” she says, and then she looks at Harry and stammers, “Erm, I mean, Professor Malfoy-Potter—”

“Oh don’t mind him; that’s Mr. Malfoy-Potter, and he won’t tell the Headmistress on us,” Draco says, waving dismissively at Harry, who mimes sewing up his lips. McGonagall does get an eye twitch whenever the students call Draco by his first name in front of her, and Harry is glad to spare her that. “How are you, Letty? Any new dreams?”

Harry is certain that Draco already knows what vision Letty has had; he probably remembers more details than she does. But he still sits with a kind, open face and lets her launch into a 10-minute ramble about it, nodding along, even Summoning a scrap of parchment and scribbling notes.

Letty stays mostly focused on Draco, opening up and brightening under the sunshine of his attention. Every so often, she looks at Harry to include him, blushing when he smiles at her encouragingly, but mostly she looks at Draco, and Harry truly can’t blame her. He’s not very good at not looking at Draco, either.

At the end of her ramble, when she’s a bit out of breath, Draco begins a gentle, probing discussion about what she thinks the vision means. In a few minutes, he has her turning it over in her mind, borrowing the parchment to scribble her own notes, and then widening her eyes as it starts to make sense. It’s all seemingly effortless, easy, and Letty seems lighter afterwards, no longer buzzing with pent-up energy.

“Remember to meditate at least 10 minutes before bed,” Draco tells her as she starts to leave, clutching the parchment in her hand. “It will help you sleep, I promise. And do let the Hospital Wing know if you have a worse nosebleed than normal; there’s no reason to let that affect your energy levels when Blood Replenishers exist.”

“Thank you, Draco!” Letty says. And then: “Bye, Mr. Malfoy-Potter!”

“Bye, Letty,” Harry says, watching her go.

Draco watches her go, too, an unmistakably wistful look in his eyes. He swallows hard, then stands up with a sigh, pulling his robes over one arm and then reaching down to help Harry up with the other. “All right; now I’m ready.”

Harry takes the offered hand, but instead of getting up, he pulls Draco down to sit in his lap, smiling at his huffed laugh, his small, annoyed swat. “Hey,” Harry says, wrapping his arms around him again. “You okay?”

He feels Draco’s nod more than he sees it, but the resignation in Draco’s voice makes him cringe inwardly, knowing he’s put it there. “I’m fine, Harry.”

“You’re not,” Harry says, dropping his forehead to Draco’s shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“I don’t want to fight again.”

“We don’t have to fight. I just—” Harry sighs, spreading his fingers across Draco’s chest, rubbing his palms over his thin shirt until he feels the tell-tale catch of scarred skin there.

Draco puts his hands over Harry’s and shakes his head. “You’ve got to work through this at some point,” Draco tells him softly. “Kids or no kids—the issues still need to be seen to.”

“I know; I know that. I just don’t understand how you can’t be worried, too.”

“Because I know you; I know what a soft, wonderful, caring man you are. I know what a brilliant father you’d be, how lucky any child we’d have would be just to call you dad. I know you’d do anything to protect us—” Draco squeezes Harry’s hands over his scars and shakes his head again. “And I know that scares you, but it doesn’t scare me.”

Harry closes his eyes, breathing in that calming scent again. He tries to do what Draco always tells him to—to clear his mind, banish the worry, the deep-seeded, gnawing guilt that lies in him.

Draco’s right, of course—Harry would do anything to protect the people he loves, and there’s no distinction anymore between the wolf and the human in him that doesn’t see a line he wouldn’t cross for that. He still struggles to cope with that, to reconcile the guilt that spurs with the love Draco has for all those parts of him.

“I love you,” Harry says, twining their fingers together, rubbing over both the Malfoy signet ring and the wedding band that matches Harry. “I love you so much, and I know you want to do this, I know you want this so badly—”

It had been gradual, this want of Draco’s, building up as they parented their Crup, Sting, over the years, then blooming as he started working with children at Hogwarts. It became something they talked about, then argued about, a real, true rift that scares Harry a lot.

“I want to give you everything you want,” Harry continues. “But I don’t know how to let this go.”

It’s fear, guilt, self-hatred—no matter how much Draco has done to help him accept being a werewolf; no matter how many times he’s absolved Harry of hurting him, has tried to allay his guilt. He just can’t reconcile what he’s capable of with the idea of being a father.

“I know,” Draco says, voice soft.

“I wish you could just tell me what happens,” Harry says. “Tell me what you’ve Seen, tell me if I ever do get over it.” That’s been another part of this fight—Harry’s certain Draco has Seen their future child, that it’s part of the driving force behind wanting one so badly. Draco has never confirmed or outright denied this; he’s very selective about what parts of the future he tells Harry, and even in all these years together, it’s something they both struggle with sometimes.

“I can’t tell you,” Draco says, still soft, as Harry remembers casting a Patronus and saving himself and his friends because he knew he could. “I don’t think it’ll work if I just say it.”

Harry nods, understanding that. But then Draco reaches his hands out and Summons the crystal ball into them. With wide, slightly wet eyes, he turns in Harry’s arms and holds the ball between them, fingers pressed against it tightly. “But what if I could show you?”

Harry stares down at the ball, already getting cloudy, magical energy flitting over it from the tips of Draco’s fingers. A thin line of blood, just a trickle, starts dribbling from Draco’s nose, and he doesn’t look down at the ball but straight at Harry, pleading, powerful, utterly, spectacularly brave in a specific way that Harry has never quite managed.

It’s not even a question, really. Harry nods, feeling like he’s stepping over a ledge, takes a breath, and looks down into their future.

#oflights #drarry #drarry fic #asks #anonymous #fic prompts #my fic #all the western stars

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dino-fart · 1 year

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what if, original Stephen falls in love with reader and doesn’t say anything because he’s Stephen, but butterflies from his magic pop up around reader bcuz love. (Some people hc that his magic/butterflies are effected by his emotions) and then mwah romance

OH MY GOD THAT IS ADORABLLLEEE AND SO SWEEEETT

Stephen had to get a handle on his emotions. It was starting to become more obvious at least to Wong. Every spell he cast when you were around came with butterflies. He was able to fool you by saying you were seeing things. He took a deep breath and cast a spell for practice.

No butterflies. Thank the heavens! He felt confident and waved his hand to open the portal to Kamar-Tajj. When he stepped through the portal he ended up right at your doorstep.

Wonderful... He shook his head and then saw the front door open.

And there you were, still as beautiful as ever. You had on a black balloon-sleeve top, blue jeans, and black boots, and your hair was tied in a loose ponytail. You had your cat-eye glasses on, you were so cute with those on. "Well hello, Stephen...What brings you here?" You asked with a smile on your face.

God, your voice...Your smile. He couldn't get enough of it. He felt like a love-sick puppy around you. He cleared his throat, "I-I, um, was wanting to know if you could help me with a few of your research books again." He lied.

You nodded, 'Of course, come in!" You two went into your library by the garden. "Now I think last time these books didn't help you but I know on the top shelf are the books from the library of Cagliostro. They might be of some use." You slid over the library ladder to the shelf. You climbed up the steps.

"Careful...Please." Stephen said waiting there and watching. He blushed as he was staring at your ass, and he looked away immediately.

"Here we are!" You grabbed the book and were too quick to catch your balance. You fell off the ladder and Stephen used his magic to draw you right to his arms so he could catch you. When you fell into his arms, butterflies flew around the two of you. You gasped seeing the glowing butterflies everywhere.

Stephen's cheeks were pink and he looked at you lovingly. You met his gaze and smiled back, blushing as well. "The butterflies are a neat trick, Stephen...Unless I need to fix my glasses."

"N-No they've been there...Listen I have something to tell you." Stephen gently set you down and held his hands sheepishly.

"That you like me?" You smirked and Stephen met your gaze.

"Like...No...I-I love you. I've loved you since our first mission when you saved my life." Stephen confessed.

You smiled brightly and walked over to him. You held his scarred hands in yours and leaned up to kiss his cheek. "I love you too Stephen, I have since I saw how gentle and kind you were. You're my hero." You smiled and gave him another kiss on the cheek.

He seized the opportunity and turned his head to kiss your lips kiss softly. His hands are on your hips pulling you close to him.

You let out a soft moan, wrapping your arms around his neck.

Stephen moved to sweep his arm under your legs and carried you bridal style to the couch to continue kissing you.

Tagging: @strangelockd

#doctor strange #doctor strange x reader #stephen strange #stephen strange x reader #requests

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imsparky2002 · 10 months

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Ghoul Squad - Marinette

Marinette - Witch

Age - 14

Species - Human

Appearance - Shoulder-length black hair with a tint of blue tied into pigtails, bright bluebell eyes, freckles on both sides of her face and the bridge of her nose.

Attire - Long black jacket, bat earrings, black eyeshadow and lipstick, white t-shirt with splashes of black. Black pants with gold Fleur-de-Lis embroidered on the hem (in the style of Yin-Yang.), platform Mary Janes, black purse with leather strap, white fingerless gloves, black painted nails, grey stripey socks.

Personality - Spooky, earnest, sweet, confident, outgoing, mysterious, playful, dramatic, helpful

Likes - Gothic culture, all things horror, magic, scaring people, defending her Ghoul Squad sisters, practicing spells with the Witches of Wisdom, gothic fashion, helping her parents with work, gaming, spiders and all sorts of creepy crawlies, Adrien and Kagami

Dislikes - Bullies, conformist culture, bigots, monogamy, Hawk Moths, people mistreating those who had been akumatized, snobs, Chloe and Lila, witch hunters, those who willingly harm bugs

Marinette is the only human member of the Ghoul Squad. She’s learning magic from the Witches of Wisdom, and uses it while out on patrol.

The Ghoul Squad found her on the first day of middle school, and protected her from bullies. Ever since, they’ve been thick as thieves, with Marinette being the first to not scream upon meeting them. She immediately ran to them when finding the Spider Miraculous. They watched her meet Arachni, her kwami, and become the Spider-Witch hero, Zhīzhū. She also told Adrien her identity upon meeting Cat Astrophe.

Marinette happily trains to become a mortician like her delightfully creepy parents. They’re so proud of their macabre daughter and her ghoulish friends. She’s also a lot more confident, taking her clumsiness with stride and easily ignoring pests like Chloe.

Marinette is a goth with a passion for all things creepy. She cherishes and collects bugs, with spiders being her favorite. She’s been known to frighten her classmates, either as herself, or as her alter ego. Zhīzhū is creepier, more playful than Ladybug, she’ll save you, but scare the pants off of you at the same time.

Her human friends are Kim and Nino, who she’s known since they were little kids. They refer to her as “the cooler Wednesday Addams”. Not that she minds, Jenna Ortega rocks. She’s also in a relationship with her lovely ghostly girlfriend Kagami. They don’t care about monogamy, and both shared attraction for Adrien. He then joined their relationship and they all became a polyamorous couple.

Quotes

I suppose I've always had a delight for the macabre.

Time to catch this akuma in our web of Justice!

Ah, nothin' like the sound of screams in the morning.

Girls, what do you think of my new design? I was really feeling these spiderweb patterns!

(To Adrien and Kagami) I may be a witch, but it seems the two of you have enchanted me.

Marinette: Even the most harmless-looking of spiders can have a nasty BITE, Chloé. (Grins creepily)

Marinette swings in as Zhīzhū, and she’ll cast a spell on you if you aren’t careful. It’s so much more fun if Marinette’s as spooky as her monstrous friends. You’ll be seeing a lot more of her soon, along with her other Ghoul Squad girls. Thanks to Weeby for helping with the quotes and parts of the backstory! Make sure to reblog, reply, post and ask to share the content. @artzychic27 @msweebyness

Marinette: Don’t be scared to come back soon! We love when our friends swing by for a visit! (She takes out her yo-yo and swings away)

#marinette dupain cheng #marinette #human #witch #zhīzhū #ghoul squad au #ghoul squad

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hendolish · 6 months

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I absolutely loved the hendolish ficlet with Skye 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️

It made me wonder - how about stonesford, where John adopted Dave? John absolutely loves him, and he's his precious boy. And Pickers? He may have difficulties with adapting to living with a cat.

john stones/jordan pickford | dave the cat ♡

The morning sun casts a golden hue over the room, its rays filtering through the blinds, making the tiny dust particles dance. John's living room is the very picture of tranquillity, save for the slight rustling sounds coming from a corner where Dave, England's newest national treasure, is ratting his favourite toy.

The whole story of how Dave became a part of their lives feels almost surreal to Jordan. A cat from a World Cup camp, introduced to him by none other than John and Kyle, who'd found them during breakfast on particularly hot day and meowed at them non-stop until John had leant down to share some of his bacon. The cat's amber eyes and playful antics had had everyone under his spell in no time.

Well, almost everyone.

Jordan has always been a dog person. The whole idea of a cat - the independence, the unpredictability, the odd hours of hyperactivity - it's all new territory for him. And Dave seems to know it. The feline’s movements are cautious, yet intrigued around Jordan, as if trying to size him up.

But today, in the midst of a football match blaring on the TV and John animatedly discussing a play, Dave does the unthinkable. With a feline grace, the cat leaps onto Jordan’s lap. Jordan freezes, every muscle in his body coiled in surprise. He's like a statue, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, not daring to move a muscle lest he offend this tiny creature who's honoured him with his presence.

John catches the sight and bursts into laughter, the sound filling the room. "Oh, come on, Jord! He’s not a lion. Just pet him!"

But Jordan remains motionless, eyes darting from Dave to John. "What if he scratches me?" he whispers, trying to sound casual, but there’s a clear hint of worry in his tone.

John, still chuckling, moves closer. "He won’t. Just be gentle." Guiding Jordan's hand, he helps him stroke Dave's soft fur. The cat purrs in response, his tail twitching contentedly.

And in that moment, amidst the soft glow of the setting sun and the hum of the TV, a bond forms. Not just between Jordan and Dave, but it strengthens the one between Jordan and John.

For despite his initial apprehension, Jordan would actually live with a lion if John asked him to. And whilst blatant affection is rarely exchanged between them, actions, they say, speak louder. Jordan can tell that Dave means a lot to John, so therefore Dave means a lot to him.

As the evening wears on, with Dave now comfortably curled up between them, John and Jordan settle deeper into the couch, their fingers intertwined over its back. Their bond, like Dave's ever-present purring, a quiet but constant reminder of the love they share.

♡

#anon!!!! as a cat (and dave <3) lover i love you for prompting this this is so cute !!!🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻#+ so glad you liked the skye ficlet 🥰#also this was so fun to write hehe jordan’s definitely weird around cats #england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #stonesford #stones #john stones #jordan pickford #pickford #Everton #man city #manchester city #fics

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headingalaxys-sweet · 2 years

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Neko’s Brought me To My lover:

England

Y/N was just arriving in the larger city where they were employed. The sky had threatened to rain but its threats were all bark and no bite so far. Since it was still early in the morning you decided to spruce up the office with flowers, breakfast, and coffee. You loved taking care of your doctors, surgeons, and nurses. Especially when they dedicated long hours to their patients. Seldom did they ever really take a moment to breathe. They worked like obedient bees in a hive once one patient was done with surgery or their routine check-up and the room was prepped for the next person that needed aid.

As you waited for the coffee and bagel joint to finish up your called in order an orange and white Scottish fold was pawing at the mirror cutely and meowing loudly as if was calling out for your attention. Your (e/c) irises were fully concentrated on the cat that was becoming for you to come out. You had another few minutes and what better way to spend them than by petting an adorable cat? You wander outside for the cat to run to you as if it had made you its owner. You stuck out your hand gingerly. You didn’t want to scare the adorable darling.

Instantly the cat headbutted your outstretched hand with enough force to push it back a few inches. It began to purr resoundingly. The warmth of your hand was inviting to the small sweet cat. It inched its small body closer to you and it tried to make sure it could never leave your palm. The cat’s connection to his real owner is a messy golden-haired gentleman.

‘That familiar of mine sure does know how to interact with people.’ He lets a lengthy sigh out into the cool morning air of the city. And begins to type in the address where he senses his familiar beginning to radiate an intense amount of energy into their connected aura. ‘Who in the world have you found my sneaky cat? And why do they make me feel a fervent giddiness in my gut?’ Once his cellphone showed him where he needed to be. ‘Two blocks eh? I’ll be there in no time.’ He stashed his phone in his pocket and raced towards the place where his heart and mind synced up in an unwavering glee.

“Why aren’t you sweet?” You coo in a loving manner at the tiny animal.

“Meoooooow.” It’s bewitching lush eyes filled your heart with joy and your brain with serotonin. A smile was wide on your face from the wholesome encounter with a street cat.

“( First Name, Last Name) your order is ready!” One of the bakers shouts from the inside of the shop.

“Well, that’s my cue.” You rummage around in your bag take a piece of the salmon you had packed for your lunch and gave it to the cat.

“Have a good one you cutie.” You give him one last pet behind the ears before you rush inside to receive your order and dash off to the Metro so you could surprise your team before they arrived. As you exited the bakery a man crashed into you. His glistening verdant eyes caught your surprised orbs as you crashed to the ground.

You’re glad that you have decent reflexes when it comes to saving delicious food. Although you couldn’t say the same for your coffee and half and half that had painted the cement sidewalk light brown.

“My apologies love!” Panicked England rushed to get himself steady so he could help you up. “I can always get you another…” When his eyes collided with yours it was like a powerful bonding spell had been cast over him and all he wanted to do was stare at you all day.

“Um, are you okay dude?” You look at him puzzled and wondered if he may have gotten a concussion from the fall. England hadn’t realized that all he was doing was staring at your visage for an extended period of time.

“Oh! My apologies dear I just um… Will pay for you to get another round of coffee and-”

“Meowwww ! Meooooooow.” The Scottish fold was pawing at y/n’s leg fiercely.

‘It’s her! It’s her!’ Oxford telepathically shouts at England.

“Oxford! There you are.” Relieved that he could catch up with his mischievous cat. He grabs him and tries not to let his cat do any more damage to a random woman that he bulldozed into the ground.

“Oh your cat is adorable and I’m good with trying to save the coffee. I can always just-” The cat jabs its paw against England’s skin. The cat is wearing the ‘really bitch?’ face and he proceeded to tilt its head at the woman who enraptured his heart with cupid's bow.

“Anyways bye!”

“Wait a tick!” He lunged for your hand that wasn’t carrying the bagels and sweets that didn’t get ruined in the crash.

“I didn’t get your name. I’d like to show you what’s better than coffee.”

Ya’ll know he going turn you into a tea drinker. I’m just saying.

#hetalia fluff #hws england #headingalaxys sweet #hetalia x reader #hetalia fandom #hetalia fanfiction #hetalia #nekotalia #aph england #england x reader #headingalaxys writes stuff #nekoくらぶ

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hunty627 · 1 year

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Here’s the script for Annie’s Kitty Catastrophe.

One sunny day, me and the Little Einsteins were watching cute and funny cat videos on my computer. We made big anime eyes from the kitty’s cuteness and we laughed at the funny felines. But then the sound of the cat videos was drowned out by a very loud noise! In flew Big Jet. I asked him if he was here to watch cat videos too, but he said that cat videos were completely boring. We were just about to tell him it wasn’t a very nice thing to say, when suddenly, Big Jet brought out a friend he made. It was the witch! The very same witch from when Leo and Annie rescued Hansel and Gretel! She waved her magic wand and casted a spell on Annie, turning the 4 year old girl into a little white kitty cat! The witch and Big Jet laughed and they flew away. Annie didn’t want to be a cat. She loved it best when she was a girl. Leo didn’t want his little sister to be sad, so he picked her up and told her that Rocket and the rest of the team can help us stop those two meanies. All we have to do is get the wand away from the witch and I can use it to change Annie from a cat and back into a girl. So, we got on board Rocket and blasted off! We searched everywhere for Big Jet and the witch. Luckily, Annie heard them because cats have incredible ears, which have lots of muscles inside so they can turn their ears to the sounds they’re listening to. We found out they were hiding near the pancake rocks of New Zealand. We soon found them, when all of a sudden, Big Jet had the witch use her wand to make sticky blobs of chewing gum, causing Rocket to get stuck to the floor and one of the big pancake rocks was going to fall and squash us like a bug! So June helped Rocket get out of the sticky gum trap by doing the wiggle dance. Rocket wiggled and wiggled and wiggled until at last, he was free! And they were just in time too. They left New Zealand until Annie smelled jet fuel. That’s because cats have a great sense of smell. She knew Big Jet was near. He and the witch were at Daytona Beach in Florida. Rocket tried to catch them, but the witch used her wand and made a giant cage made out of Swedish fish candy! We were trapped again! Rocket tried to get out, but there was no door. Luckily, I knew what to do. I made a door by eating my way through the Swedish fish cage’s wall. I ate and ate and ate until we were free! Then, Rocket used his look and listen scope to find that Big Jet & the Witch were now at the big woods of Arkansas. So, we raced there super fast! At that moment, we landed, and Annie knew what to do. Since she was turned into a cat, she was able to walk very quietly. She creeped quietly and slowly. And then, she pounced on Big Jet! She used her cat claws and scratched Big Jet’s face! Big Jet was in so much pain, his tail bumped into the witch, causing her to fly far away and drop her magic wand. And I caught it in my hand just in time! Annie jumped off of Big Jet and landed on Rocket’s roof. Good thing cats always land on their paws. Big Jet flew away to treat his scratches. Then, I used the witch’s wand to change Annie back into a girl. Annie was so she gave me a hug. Ellie took the witch’s wand to be put away so she can’t use it again. And being the kind big brother that he is, Leo allowed his little sister Annie to wave his baton. Annie thanked her big brother and she said those faithful words, “Mission completion!” The end.

#little einsteins

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tokumusume · 1 year

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screaming, crying, throwing up: Love Between Fairy and Devil episodes 6 & 7

Dongfang Qingcang gets a new outfit in episode 6 but it’s not as cool and sexy as the lace turtleneck :(

Xiao Lan Hua’s bully, a bitchy fairy named Danyin (I’ve had bad experiences with people named Dan-something so it tracks), sees Changheng’s future in the back of a Yu-Gi-Oh card a magic hole in a tree and she’s not in it. In fact, he’s getting married to Xiao Lan Hua. She bullies XLH even more. What a cunt.

Xiao Lan Hua takes the fairy SAT (or ENEM for my Brazilian followers) and Qingcang gives her a little help using an invisibility spell.

This actress was in Song of Youth as the daughter-in-law that has an affair while her husband is away in the war and gets pregnant. Therefore she’s referred to as “Cheater” in my house.

The test consists in capturing an albino capybara that reminds me of my cat Yuki in terms of size vs ferocity. Of course a woman sent by Ronghao Masked Man casts a spell on whatever this thing is and it starts attacking our heroine and the other fairies. Of course Xiao Lan Hua saves everyone. Yes, even Danyin, she’s better than me as a person, I would have let that bitch get eaten.

Anyways, to the most important part of the episode imo:

Changheng wants to help Xiao Lan Hua but RONGHAO TOUCHES HIS ARM and holds him back (for a while, they eventually go save her).

MY FRIENDS, I SCREAMED.

Xu Haiqiao looks so good in this scene!!!

I usually hate spoilers but just tell me this: they’re not brothers, are they? I need to know if I should stop shipping them or not ;_;

At the beginning of episode 7 Xiao Lan Hua catches the albino capybara like a Pokémon (Poké Ball and all) and everyone wonders how a weak fairy like her managed to subdue a beast possessed by an evil spirit. They award her the first place in the test.

Ronghao is very interested in Xiao Lan Hua and he looks at Changheng like this:

Qingcang and Xiao Lan Hua talk about doing the right thing, good and evil, blah blah. Sorry, I wasn’t paying much attention to anything but Dylan Wang’s gorgeous eyes.

Ronghao is finally revealed as the man in the mask and he’s darker than I thought. He’s obsessed with the missing/presumed dead Goddess Chidi and puts her face on his servants to “””enjoy””” it (I bet he fucks them too). He then kills the servant because her acting as Chidi wasn’t convincing. Brutal.

Qingcang has another wardrobe change. This one looks like the lace turtleneck but it’s just a lurex turtleneck. #BringBackLaceTurtleneck

Bitchy Danyin thanks Xiao Lan Hua for saving her life but makes it clear that she still hates her. Big mood.

Ronghao asks XLH to revive his dead cactus and she succeeds. It was actually a test to see if she could purify evil qi (she can) so he concludes she’s more powerful than she seems. Ashes of Love's Jinmi was a powerful fairy that was hidden by her mother as a simple plant spirit so I think this is what’s going on here too.

Is Ronghao’s master Chidi? I can’t tell from this angle but it sure looks like her. I thought she was dead but I guess it’s more like a Yehua from Eternal Love situation, as in that her spirit/soul left her body so it’s just a shell. Ronghao is willing to do bad things to save his beloved master and I will love him for it.

Oof, a lot happened in these two episodes. I don’t know for how long can I keep writing these posts but they won’t be detailed recaps as the plot thickens.

#text #Love Between Fairy and Devil #苍兰诀 #cdrama #Dylan Wang #Xu Haiqiao #Zhang Linghe #sorry for any mistakes i'm still screaming bc of ronghao

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amorest-viesse · 2 years

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[To a Beloved Masterpiece] - Rustica SSR Card Story Translation

Ft. Rutile and Akira

Thank you @/noscomunias for the raws!

To Follow Your Art - Chapter 1

[Marketplace]

Akira: Every stall here is filled to the brim with artwork.

Rustica: Indeed. I simply can’t help but take a look whenever something catches my eye.

Akira: …Ah! Speaking of, what’s that over there…?

As Rustica and I explored the streets of the city, we found ourselves stopping before a little atelier along the road.

Akira: Look at that painting!

Displayed in the window by a paintbrush was the portrait of an outstretched cat, its white belly splattered with an adorable pattern of many hues.

Akira: I love the colors, and that cat is so cute. Just looking at it makes me feel at ease…

Rustica: You seem rather pleased by that painting.

Akira: Oh yes! I’m no art connoisseur, but isn’t it the loveliest?

Akira: That cat looks as lively as a real one. It gives the entire painting such a fun atmosphere…

Rustica: Doesn’t it show how much the artist reveres both their craft and subject? The painting is positively filled with love.

Akira: (Filled with love…)

The thought hadn’t occurred to me until now, and I looked at the painting again, trying to see it through Rustica’s eyes.

However, before I had the chance, Rustica redirected my attention towards the nearby square.

Rustica: Look there, Master Sage. It seems we’ve run into a fellow appreciator of the arts.

Rutile: Hmm, hmhm, hmm~

Akira: You seem like you’re having fun. What are you drawing?

Rutile: Master Sage! And Rustica too.

Rutile: Would you like to see? Tada! I was drawing the city square!

With a smile on his face, Rutile showed us his sketchbook and sure enough, there was a bustling city scene—albeit, with its usual Rutile… charm.

Rustica: How wonderful. The colors you’ve used are as fiery as your passion for art.

Rustica: And these strong lines clearly reflect the sense of stability that surrounds this city and its people.

Rutile: Oh, I knew you’d understand! I’m so glad all of that came through.

Rustica: Why of course; I love this piece. After all, it’s a one-of-a-kind drawing only you can make.

Rustica continued to heap praises upon Rutile as if he were reciting a poem.

Overhearing the commotion, a young man walked over and peered at Rutile’s drawing.

Tall Man: Huh, not bad. You’ve got a good eye.

Rutile: Hehe, do I really?

Tall Man: Yeah, you’re a real out-of-the-box thinker. Not just anyone can produce something as unique as this.

Rutile: Why thank you very much. I’m feeling a bit self-conscious now from such high praise.

Seeing the young man commend Rutile’s drawing, Rustica also beamed in delight.

To Follow Your Art - Chapter 2

Tall Man: Art born from the wild recesses of the imagination is far more captivating than anything that can be neatly put into a box.

Rustica: Why, I whole-heartedly agree. In fact, it seems we’d get along nicely.

Rustica: I must absolutely have a conversation with you. Shall we have a chat over some tea?

Rustica: <<Amorest Viesse>>

Tall Man: !?

As soon as Rustica cast his spell, a table with an exquisite tea set on it appeared before our eyes.

Tall Man: T- This is… magic!?

Dumbfounded, the man gaped at us in shock, but Rustica simply continued smiling. He gestured for the man to take a seat and began pouring tea.

Rustica: There we are. In honor of our meeting, please help yourself to some tea. It’s an herbal variety with a rich, floral aroma.

Tall Man: Huh… huuuuuh?

Rustica: You two ought to sit down as well. Let’s all enjoy a cup together.

Akira: O- okay.

Rutile: Thank you very much.

Overwhelmed by Rustica’s charisma, we all took a seat at the table.

Rustica: Earlier you spoke of “out-of-the-box thinkers,” but are there any artists you happen to enjoy in particular?

Rustica: I would love to see your recommendations whether it be in a museum or elsewhere in the city.

Tall Man: My recommendations…? Let’s see…

Tall Man: Do you know of the mysterious drawings that appear upon the sides of the buildings and paths here?

Akira: Mystery drawings…? This is my first time hearing about it; are they famous?

Tall Man: They are amongst those of us in the know.

Tall Man: No one knows who the artist is, but if you’re looking for something truly unique, then you’re in for a treat.

Rutile: Mystery drawings by an unknown artist… oh, I’m so curious!

Tall Man: There are some around the area. You should go check ‘em out.

[Time Skip]

Following our tea break, we quickly made our way to the marketplace where these drawings were rumored to have appeared.

Akira: Isn’t this near the atelier we were looking at earlier?

Rutile: I wonder where those drawings are…

Fish Vendor: Oh? Are you folks lookin’ for something?

Rustica: Why yes, thank you. We’re searching for the mysterious drawings that have appeared in this area.

Rustica: We heard they were somewhere around here, but we just can’t seem to find them…

Fish Vendor: Ah! If that’s what you’re lookin’ for, then come right this way. The artist is actually a regular of mine.

Rutile: Huh? Really!?

Fish Vendor: Here we are—this is my shop and the drawings are right there.

The vendor beamed with pride as they pointed to a wavy line towards the bottom of the wall.

Akira: That squiggle… is the mysterious drawing?

Rutile: What a fascinating brushstroke. It starts off so bold and confident, but gradually fades into nothingness…

Rustica: The gentle ebb and flow of the wave has a delightful rhythm to it that makes you feel like swaying along as well.

Rutile: You’re right…! It has a certain je ne sais quoi, something entirely unique and irreplicable to the drawing.

To Follow Your Art - Chapter 3

Fish Vendor: The landlord liked the drawing so much, they agreed to leave it there as well.

Rutile: Wow…! This mysterious artist must be truly beloved by everyone.

Akira: (Still, to draw something this low to the ground must’ve been quite difficult for the artist.)

I crouched down to take a closer look at the drawing and sure enough, found myself in a strange and awkward position.

Akira: (Huh… how did the artist do this…)

I tilted my head, desperately trying to figure out the secret to the drawing when…

???: Mrrrrrowww…

Fish Vendor: Well if it isn’t the maestro! Welcome back!

Rutile: The maestro?

The vendor’s mood suddenly brightened with joy.

As I followed their line of sight, my eyes settled on a cat holding a slender paintbrush in its mouth, paint splattered on its white coat.

Akira: That cat looks familiar… Where have I— oh!

Akira: Rustica! Doesn’t that cat look just like the one from the atelier earlier?

Rustica: There’s certainly an uncanny resemblance. Perhaps our little friend here was the model for that painting.

Akira: That’s what I was thinking too! But, why is it holding a paintbrush?

Fish Vendor: Hey there buddy! Are you hankerin’ for some fish?

White Cat: Mrrrowwww…

However, the cat ignored both us and the vendor. Instead, it made its way to the wall and…

Rutile: It’s painting something…!

Rustica: Well this is a surprise…

With grace and agility, the cat ran alongside the wall, painting a wavy pattern as if it were continuing the pre-existing line.

Fish Vendor: Well aren’t you a bunch of lucky ducks! You get to personally witness the maestro at work!

Akira: You mean the cat is...!

Fish Vendor: Right on the dot, my friend. This cat is the very mystery artist that you’ve been searching for. It lives with the owners of that atelier there.

Akira: (That explains the location of the painting! It’s much too low for a human, but just right for a cat!)

Rutile: So the mystery artist was a cat all along…

Rustica: Quick and light as a dancer, he was able to convey his joy with a few mere brushstrokes.

I felt myself relax as I gazed at the pawed painter. Beside me, Rustica smiled.

Rustica: Aha, it seems you have quite the discerning eye yourself, Master Sage.

Akira: Huh? What do you mean by that?

Rustica: That painting you were drawn to earlier not only reflected the love of the artist, but also that of the subject.

Rustica: Surely, it was their combined passion for art that called out to you as we passed by.

Akira: …

I recalled the painting once more.

Akira: Hmm, I’d love to go see it again.

Rustica: As do I. Shall we go back?

Rutile: Um, could I possibly join as well?

Akira: Of course! Let’s all see it together!

As we prepared to head off, I gave the cat one last look.

It ran alongside the wall again and again, following its heart until the very last drop of paint was all used up.

An Encounter with the Id - Card Episode

Akira: Thanks for showing us around that museum the other day. I had a great time.

Rustica: As did I. People say indulging in the fine arts refines the mind as well.

Akira: There were a lot of artists on display while we were there, but were there any that left an impression on you?

Rustica: Hmm, perhaps the artist who painted portraits of their subjects’ inner selves.

Akira: Inner selves…? So they didn’t paint what people looked like?

Rustica: Indeed they didn’t. Their portraits rarely resembled the subject in question, and the end result could be quite surprising.

Rustica: Chloe and I ran into the artist once while we were traveling together. They passionately asked me to model for them.

Akira: Whoa! Do you still have the painting? I’d love to see it!

Rustica: Unfortunately, the artist wanted to keep the portrait as a memento, so I don’t have it with me.

Rustica: However, I do remember the way I felt at the time. I was quite thrilled to see another side of myself that was yet unknown to me.

Rustica: Now that I think about it, the artist’s style slightly resembles Rutile’s own idiosyncrasies.

Akira: I see… I feel like I know this person already.

Rustica: Ahaha. If you’re ever feeling up to it, I’d love to see how you would depict me as well. It’d be interesting to see myself through your eyes.

Home Screen Voice Line

“I like to think that I make a rather good host. I know a variety of teas to suit any mood as well as a repertoire of songs to bring a smile to your face. Well, Master Sage? If that suits you then why not spend a little time with me?”

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