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luucypevensie · 3 months

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cute character questions + tally?

YAY, MY FAVE DEMIGOD WITCH! THANK YOU HOPE! Tagging @daughter-of-melpomene because Ik she loves Tally too

The Basics

Name: Tallulah “Tally” Carmichael

Age: 15 about to turn 16 at the start of season 1 of Teen Wolf

Zodiac Sign: scorpio

One Good Trait: girl is exactly like percy; super loyal to the people she trusts

One Bad Trait: SO SUSPICIOUS OF ANYONE SHE DOESN’T KNOW

Habits

One Bad Habit: night owl over here; refuses to get a proper night’s sleep (then again, her mother is Hecate)

One Good Habit: she likes to keep up with current events, so she and her father have a tradition of reading the newspaper together in the morning while drinking their coffees

One Habit They Can’t Break: DRINKS WAY TOO MUCH SUGARY COFFEE DRINKS (she literally can’t go a day without one; her dentist LOVES her)

One They’ve Broken: whenever she got nervous, she would bite her nails down to a nub (she was able to break it by applying strengthening coats on her nails, as well as getting the occasional mani)

What They’re Afraid Of: that she’ll forever be cursed to love someone who doesn’t love her back

Family

Their Parents’ Names: Mark Carmichael and Hecate, Greek Goddess of Crossroads and Magic (side note: her paternal aunt’s name is Emily, while her uncle’s name is Clark)

Their Siblings’ Names: she doesn’t have any direct siblings, but she considers her little cousin Tatiana an honorary little sister

Favorite Childhood Memory: seeing her first broadway play at the tender age of 5 (it was beauty and the beast)

Favorite Childhood Toy: a kid-sized guitar

Embarrassing Story: i have a headcanon that tally goes on the quest with percy, grover, thalia, bianca, and zoe in titan’s curse. once they reach california, she takes them to beacon hills where she knows no monsters will reach them. after introducing the group to emily and clark, clark accidentally brings up the first time tally did some accidental magic (she turned her dad into barney in the middle of a temper tantrum at age 4). the whole group burst into tears of laughter while tally buried her face into a couch pillow and screamed

Favorite Family Member: it’s a toss up between her dad (she’s a total daddy’s girl) and her aunt

A Story About That Family Member: mark and emily’s mother, tally’s grandmother, was a powerful emissary for a pack down in georgia, so they grew up knowing all about the supernatural

What They Prefer

coffee or tea

showering in the day or night

taking baths or taking showers

tv or movies

writing or reading

platonic or romantic love

iced tea or lemonade

ice cream or smoothies

cupcakes or cake

beach or mountains

Favorites

Song: black magic by Little Mix

Band: Fleetwood Mac

Outfit: black turtleneck with a red plaid skirt, black tights, and black doc martens

Place: new york city (specifically broadway)

Memory: Scott telling her he loves her and then asking her out

Person: Erica Reyes (her best friend since kindergarten)

Movie: singin’ in the rain

Show: sabrina the teenage witch

#oc: tally carmichael #fic: black magic #tv: teen wolf #u: pjo #oc asks #claryxjackson #THANKS AGAIN HOPE #it has once again been a hot sec since i’ve talked about my fave witchy child

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arrthurpendragon · 6 months

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⌨ + Black Magic

“Of course not,” Kimmie sighed and then grinned. “If I had been involved there’d be glitter. Lots of glitter. Much more eye-catching, don’t you think?”

“Harder to clean up too,” Filch muttered to himself.

“Exactly,” Kimmie couldn’t help but widen her grin as Filch looked at her in shock. But before she could say anything, she took off in a sprint to get away from him as fast as she could. She couldn’t help but call out some much-needed advice over her shoulder as she ran. “It’s likely some sort of charm! You’ll probably need Professor Flitwick or McGonagall to help you!”

She was just about to turn her head to look in front of her once more, when Kimmie collided with something rather solid - another student. Kimmie squealed as she fell backward onto the cold, stone castle floor before finding herself pinned beneath the other body. And it was just her luck that the other student was the one she was trying very hard to not think about.

But for a moment, Kimmie was shocked to see Black’s expression wasn’t the usual cold and callous one reserved for her. It almost looked rather wistful. Like maybe he had been having a similar problem to the one she was having about that kiss. His gaze moved from her eyes to her lips. He was definitely thinking about that kiss. Her heart betrayed her and began beating rapidly under his gaze, but her head finally came to its senses.

“Black,” Kimmie groaned.

“Yeah?” he spoke, barely above a whisper, his eye once again making contact with hers.

“Geroff me,” she told him, pressing her hands hard against his chest. “You’re smothering me.”

Sirius Black quickly rolled off Kimmie and into a sitting position on the stone floor. His face flushed furiously as he offered her his hand to help her up. But Kimmie swatted his hand away and pushed herself into a sitting position before adjusting her skirt so it wasn’t pushed up so far.

“You should watch where you’re going next time,” Kimmie retorted.

His brow furrowed. “I do believe you were the one not looking where they were going and then ran into me.”

Kimmie rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you saw me coming and had more than adequate enough time to get out of the way.”

“Bloody hell, woman,” Sirius raked his fingers through his hair. “There’s no winning with you, is there?”

This time Kimmie furrowed her brow and scoffed. “You’re only just figuring that out now?”

#oc: kimberly potter #fic: black magic #fd: harry potter #fd: wizarding world #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence game #danie📚

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ghostbsuter · 6 months

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"Oh, fuck no." The door is slammed, unfortunately for him, the guy stuck his foot in the jamb and pushed it open again.

"C'mon luv!" Constantine smiles charmingly, not waiting for Danny and entering the apartment.

At least Batman, Nightwing and Spoiler had the patience to wait for him to invite them in. Sagging against the door, he beckoned them inside.

Despite the caution, Spoiler gleefully stepped in, looking around like a child in an amusement park— which might not be too far off.

His apartment is, with all its wards and enchantments, very magical inside than it is outside.

The planetary system of another world, used as light for the living room and for practice.

(Nightwing is careful with what he touches. He still remembers the hours they spent in Mumbo Jumbo's hat.)

Batman on the other hand is following Constantine and Danny to what he assumes to be the office, if the amount of magical stuff carelessly laying around means anything.

"Alright fucker, what are you doing here? And how did you even know I live in gotham?"

John had the audacity to look abashed, scratching the back of his head with a nervous chuckle.

"Something came up and you know Gotham doesn't like me. She is much more used to you and I wanted to introduce bats to you, in case of emergency."

The young adolence stares owlishly.

(How did Constantine expect him to act at the fact that he's trusting a magical situation into the hands of a stranger?

Batman isn't sure how good the boy even is!)

"That's incredible thoughtful of you Connie." Danny hums. "What did you lose for your sorry ass to come here?"

Spoiler snorts, petting a red salamander. "He didn't lose anything." She reassures with a wave, giving an exaggerated smile and raising her brows to show that she's finding it very amusing.

Constantine sputters.

"Ancient knows how Zatanna and Raven deal with him."

Nighteing perks up from the side where he'd looked over the books, some pixie fairies(?) fawning over him? "Raven? You know her?"

Danny suppresses another sigh.

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kaitokitty19 · 1 month

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Black Org!AU where everything is the same but the Hakuba family is one of the biggest sponsors behind the BO and subsequently are deeply integrated with the organization.

Saguru was sent out by his father to find out KID's identity and "take care of him". Since he's not in the Police force, Saguru won't be subjected to the same level of scrutiny: he'd able to access all existing and updated police records as detective while having the liberty to act on his own.

Well, like in Canon, he found Kaito out pretty fast. But he was curious as to what a 16 yo is doing risking his life for Pandora, he wanted to get to the root. But knowing the BO would immediately dispose of Kaito without further questioning, he held back from reporting KID's real identity.

Except... he slowly fall for this mischievous, kind-hearted, highly-intelligent classmate. Now Saguru is stuck in the in-between, making sure the BO doesn't find out Kaito's identity and making sure Kaito isn't getting too close to the truth/pandora.

But all is not as planned. On one heist, Snake managed to get too close; he's aiming at Kaito's heart. Without another option, Saguru shoot Snake first, killing him. He is now officially a defect. A traitor.

KID is confused. He could never phantom anyone so close to him getting so violent; much less the uptight, mild-manner, son-of-the-police-chief-superintendent Hakuba. Hakuba who always smiles at him softly after he teased Kaito to a bodily flush. He's frozen stocks-still in place and his hands trembles with fight-or-flight nervousness.

When Hakuba approached him, Kaito tumbled backwards, but he did not run. A hand reached up to touch Kaito's cheek and it's wet and sticky with blood from the close-range headshot. Yet it was gentle.

"You need to go. You don't see anything here, understand? Kid died tonight. He must be. Promise me he won't do another heist," Hakuba said. Kaito nodded shakily, not entirely registering what he was agreeing too. Hakuba seemed to noticed but it was good enough for him.

"What about you?" Kaito found himself asking instead of the other millions questions that swam his thoughts.

In the moonlight, the detective leaned down to steal a chaste kiss upon his cheek:

"I'm as good as dead, Kuroba."

#Fic #au #BO!AU #black organization #dcmk #hakukai #hakuba saguru #detco #kuroba kaito #magic kaito #kaitou kid #白快 #sagukai

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funnyexel · 11 months

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Back For More - Miguel O’Hara x Black Female Reader

The sizzle of eggs frying in the pan echo throughout your kitchen. Practically rushing as you fry it on a low heat, moving back and forth between the kitchen and your room. Hoping it doesn’t burn. Placing a dress against your chest, you move your shoulders from left to right. Briefly imagining yourself wearing the clothing. Placing the perfect sundress on the bed, you check the time, running into the kitchen taking your eggs off the stove once and for all.

“Oh shit.” You sigh, seeing your eggs are dancing on the edges of well done and burnt.

Shrugging and eating it anyway, a tingling feeling glides up your back. Now that you’ve given it the time of day, you shiver at the thought. Ignoring it, knowing that you have somewhere important to be in less than an hour. Throwing the empty plate in the trash, you go to your room. Glancing towards your window for a moment, purposely leaving the blinds cracked as you take off your top. Breasts moving freely as you stride to the bathroom for a quick shower. Taking off your shorts and panties at the same time. Shower cap sitting comfortably on your head as you wash off the heat of the stares. The water moving irregularly each time your mind revisits you being watched. Although eyes aren’t on you at the moment, thankfully. Once you step out the comfort of your own bathroom, you feel dilated pupils drinking in your wet, dripping form.

Dropping the towel on the floor once you’ve dried your skin, you put on your skimpy underwear. Struggling to latch your strapless bra. You check your phone when you succeed. Cursing yourself at the fact you’ll be late for brunch. Rushing through your makeup routine and hairstyle, you still manage to look flawless as you slip on your flowery sundress. The noodled strap dress hugging your curves, plumping out your boobs and butt. All the while staying slightly modest with the length that went all the way to your ankles. Looking around for your sandals as you spray loads of perfume on your body, your head jerks towards the window. A shuffle heard close, almost like someone tripped on something. Brushing it off, you slip on your sandals and grab your purse. The main thing on your mind in the moment being, which route will get you to the restaurant the fastest.

Coming back to your humble abode three hours later, you drop your bag on the side table by the front door and huff. Smiling to yourself at the new memories you just made with your friends. Stumbling in the slightest as you make it to the kitchen for a glass of water, it presents itself to you. The water filled cup resting in your hand as if someone handed it to you. Gulping down the water, you roll your neck and shoulders. The feeling of being watched appearing again.

“Can we just talk.” You exclaim closing your eyes momentarily then opening them. “One conversation.” You slur.

When met with silence, you look out your window, the abandoned building across from you being empty to your glance. Shaking your head, you watch as your window opens for itself, unlocking its mechanism and sliding up, letting a stiff figure through the small space. Hovering over to you in a slow manner.

“I know you can hear me.” You point to the man, his feet connecting with the floor as he gains control over his limbs.

“If you have the guts to watch me you should have the same to talk to me.” You put your hands on your hips, looking up to this built man.

“I wasn’t watching you.” He sternly says, grabbing the top of his mask and yanking it off his head. “I was looking over you.”

“You really think I’d be in danger.” You plainly say, not amused. The water moving through your body is turning into irritation by each passing moment.

“First you wanna move out and now you wanna stalk me. The least you could do for me is answer one question.” You state, watching as he puts his mask aside on the granite counter.

“We aren’t getting back together. There, answered.” He moves his roughed up hair out his face and turns to leave.

“That’s not what I meant.” You grit your teeth, his body immediately going stiff and turning back to you unwillingly. The fluids in his body granting you complete control over him.

“What do you mean, hm? I’m trying to do my best. What do you want from me!” He raises his voice, looking down to you from his elevated position.

“DO NOT YELL IN THIS APARTMENT I PAY FOR!” You snap back.

“I’m sorry.” He hesitates his words, looking over you curiously.

“What did I do to you? Huh? Is it because of how I am now..? Because I can control it.” You plead, sobriety washing over you. And you immediately let him down.

“That’s not it.”

“Then what is it?” You ask, hands on your hips waiting for a response. Letting out a strong exhale, he takes a slow step towards you. Holding your hands weakly and moving his hands up your arms to hold you by the shoulders.

“We can’t get back together.” He says to you, leaning in and practically seducing you with how low his voice is.

“why not.” You whisper, swallowing thickly, “You refuse to tell me why…please.” You beg, looking up at him with glossy eyes and a small pout tugging at your lips.

“Stop that.” He defensively says, watching how the water builds up at the burrier of your eyes. Opening his mouth to say more but being at a lost of words. Blinking the innocent tears out your eyes, to which start the waterworks.

“Stop crying.” He utters, all resistance breaking at your vulnerability.

“hey,” you hear him as you weakly wipe the oasis of tears on each cheek, “look at me cariño.” He says, almost sweetly, his voice still having that rugged nature to it.

His bloodshot eyes capture you, not finding it in yourself to look away as he leans in. A burning sensation moving from your chest to your arms, legs and traveling up to your cheeks. Him kissing your right cheek, inhaling your scent all the while your mind is in overdrive with the amount of physical contact. Taking you a moment to release he’s resorted to licking away your tears, his sharp fangs brushing against the soft flesh of your tinted cheek. Watching him from the corner of your eye, he entraps you once more, using his index finger to turn your chin to him. Closing your eyes, your scared of what you know he’ll do.

Smashing your lips in a frenzy of heat and want, you hum into the kiss. Your fright leaving you once your hands reach up into his hair. The fluffy feel pleasant to your fingertips as you massage his scalp. His hands roaming freely down your waist, over your ass and squeezing your plush thighs. Breathing in each-others faces as you move your head from side to side in order to match up with his rapid movements. Breaking away from each other, you look at one another, inhaling and exhaling heavily. Reaching his hand behind your back, he unzips your dress and watches as you slip the straps off your shoulders. The dress tumbling into a pool of lively fabric on the floor.

Spinning your body around, he pushes you towards the counter, prompting you to lean on it. Ass perking up as he plays with the hem of your panties, lifting up the elastic and letting go harshly. The snaps and jolts from your body forcing him to smirk. Waiting patiently for him to make a move, you spread your legs more when his foot taps your ankle. Holding your breath when his finger grazes your pussy lips while pulling back the sticky fabric. Focusing your eyes on the bricked pattern on your kitchen back splash you fight to hold back a scream when he licks your clit. Parting your soaked lips with his tongue. Going as far as teasing your aching hole with a teethy kiss. A hot moan leaving your throat when his sharpened teeth brush against your heat. Using his whole mouth to engulf your pussy in his burning saliva, his tongue to play with your hole.

Feeling how you squish him tightly at his moments. Your mules and shrieks transitioning into a full on scream when his thumb rubs circles on your clit. Guiding you through your first orgasm and abusing your tired core with his quick licks and passionate kisses. Giving your pussy one last kiss he stands up. Looking over your shoulder dazed, he’s naked and sliding your underwear down your legs. Slouched back straightening at the sudden pushing of his dick forcing its way in your shuttering hole. You claw at the granite, running your fingers though your braids and tugging at the roots. Battling another scream when he pushes more, his hips fitting against the round of your ass perfectly. Moving your hips a bit you quickly get used to his abnormal size. The veins that pump through this hot blooded man, shifting along your mushy walls and sending shivering sensations through your stomach.

Snapping his hips into you, he huffs. Understanding how tight you are with every moment he makes. Pulling up to his pink tip and slamming right into your small hole. A mix of grunt and moan coming out your mouth, causing you to rise up off the surface. Doing short yet powerful thrusts, he holds the back of your throat, squeezing on the sides and lowering you back on the counter. Leaning over your body so he could press your face onto the cold material with his hand on your cheek. You view now being the front door and Miguels fit body. His six pack flexing with each slam of his hips into yours. Crossing your legs at the ankles, your pussy pulses more under his gaze, his eyes rolling to the back of his head for a second. At the heavenly feeling of you milking him.

“hm…hah..miguel please.” You plead, unsure of what you’re asking for in particular.

A feeling of estasy and euphoria washing over you as you whine loudly. Left leg shaking under you as you uncross your ankles and try to keep yourself from falling. Miguel leaning down on top of you, swallowing air as if he was holding his breath. Grabbing your waist when he feels you lose your footing under him. Deeply chuckling at your weaken legs, he lifts you off the counter and into his arms bridal style. Moving you to the couch he throws you onto the cushions. Your leg shaking as you sit up from your odd laying position. Pushing you in your chest, right below your collar bone your bare back hits the icy fabric.

“Quédate abajo,” He breathes chest heaving up and down, “this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He mutters, moving your legs to surround his hips and digging his knees into the couch. Once he’s situated, leaning forward over you and snaking his hand onto your neck. Loosely holding the flesh as he looks over your body to make sure you’re fine.

“You wanted to cry your way into my pants, hm? Pequeña zorra.” You nod to the best of your ability as he shakes you. Your mind not processing the language switch.

His one palm hiding your neck entirely, holding you in place as he slaps your sensitive pussy with his cock, and sliding it inside you. Grinding into you, his tip kisses your cervix and he pulls out, head tilting back for a moment as he sighs. Looking down again, he aligns himself up and snaps his hips back into you. A whine leaving your lips. His crimson eyes burning into yours and keeping your attention.

“keep makin’ those dumb noises…you dumb girl.” He huffs, croaking out a soft moan as you squeeze him tightly.

“oh fuck cariño, fuck, fuck!” He recites, pounding into you with each breath shattering stroke. Your gasps bringing him pleasure, your shaky legs giving a huge stroke to his ego.

“m-more…oh-“ You stutter shamefully, his hips speeding up, chasing his high as he bites his lip drawing blood.

Focusing your blurry vision on his blood dripping onto your stomach. But he doesn’t care, all you see is a man in heat. Chasing his own release as he uses you, seeing you as nothing more than his dumb play thing, a simple cock sleeve. And he gets what he wants. A steaming hot fluid flowing through your gummy walls as he continues to grind his hips into you. His elbows on either side of your head as he catches his breath above you. Your hands sneaking to his muscled shoulders, a small smile creeping to your lips as you rub and massage the tuff flesh. Right when you think he’ll collapse right next to you, he jumps up. Pulling you into his lap, his cum traveling down your womb and leaking out of your plugged pussy.

“You wanted this, remember?” He whispers against your cheek, getting no other response from you than a throaty moan.

A/n: Isn’t this man so fucking fine omg. When I saw him at the early release I swooned, even though he was trifling, he’s still so damn hot.

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the-angst-chronicles-fanworks · 1 month

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The Wolf and The Witch

Part 1/?

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood. He’d been warned from the time he was a child, back before the wolf, that it was home to its namesake. And not just any witch, a dangerous one. One that had killed an entire hunting party, unprompted, with the flick of a finger. None who have entered those woods since have ever returned.

Steve knows better than to enter the Witchwood, but he doesn’t have a choice. Robin is slumped over his back, hands clenched tightly in his fur, clinging desperately to consciousness. He can feel her blood, warm and sticky, matting the fur of his back. His own gait is slowed, every step jolting the silver teeth digging into his right hind leg and sending sharp pain shooting through him. He’s not sure how much longer he can run, and he can hear them - the bloodthirsty cries of the townsfolk dead set on his murder.

They had been found out. So many cycles of living in this town, living among its residents as a friend and neighbour, and still they’ve all turned on him. Of all the times for it to happen, too. It was the moon he had agreed to make Robin a wolf. She had already been weakened from the wolf taking hold when they had been attacked, the silver already a weakness but her body not yet given over to the strength of the wolf.

Steve wishes he could take her to Nancy, knows Nancy would help despite everything, but the townspeople have blocked them off, funneled him in his blind panic. His only hope is to lose them is the wood, but even then he might lose Robin to his own fumbling medical knowledge.

But first, he has to get away from their pursuers. Steeling himself with a deep breath, Steve enters the Witchwood.

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Eddie is no stranger to people trying to do him harm. It’s been a constant in his life from the time he was a child, long before his gifts had awakened. And one that had- well. It’s been a constant of his life, sure as the cycle of the moon and sun. So he notices the prickle of someone entering the woods, but he gives it no regard. It happens a few times a year, that someone gets it into their heads that they will be the one to kill “The Witch of the Woods”. None ever even make it to him, losing themselves in the enchanted trees.

These trees are older than him, and their magic is their own. They like him and welcome him among them, but otherwise are hostile to outsiders. In the beginning, he had tried to help those who became lost in the woods, but those days have long since passed. Despite what his uncle says about his soft heart, Eddie’s become bitter and jaded and he no longer pays any mind to those who venture into the woods.

But this time, something is different. Eddie feels the disturbance of someone crossing into the forest, feels the shift of magic as the forest warps around them, and it’s… different. The ways and paths of the trees are second nature to him, he can tell by the shimmer of magic against his skin which paths have been revealed and which hidden away and this…

The forest is being lenient, gentle. The interlopers are shown the ways to peaceful places, soft and danger-free. Eddie can recall only a few times that the forest has been kind to intruders, and it has almost exclusively been to children.

So he’s more than curious already when he feels the buzz of more people crossing the boundary into the woods. A lot more. And Eddie realizes that this hunt is not for him.

The trees are not so kind this time, opening its twists and turns like a maze, a trap for anyone foolish enough not to turn back immediately. They don’t, of course. They never do. Eddie pays them no mind, drawn instead by curiosity to the two that are being pursued.

He steps between the trees, slipping into a space that’s folded away between reality, picking his way with ease through paths that are there and paths that are not until he emerges at the edge of a small clearing, moonlit and mossy. Theres a tiny spring-fed pond and there, limping toward it, is a wolf. It’s huge, the size of a small bear, with a strong frame and thick russet fur.

It notices him at the same time as he notices it, and it’s massive head swings to face him, teeth already bared in a snarl. It’s hackles raise, and it turns fully, squaring up, a threatening growl rumbling across the little clearing to him.

Eddie steps back, already gathering his power until it glows around him with dark energy, because this is no normal wolf. Even without the size and the silver trap clamped around its leg giving it away, he can see it in its eyes, feel in its presence that this is something more.

He recalls his childhood, the warning tales at his mother’s knee. He remebers later, freshly chased out of town and taken in by his uncle, watching as the old man leafed through his ancient book and warned Eddie that he wasn’t the only dangerous thing in the wilds. Eddie has no doubt that he’s come across one of those dangerous things now. He looks at the wolf and knows exactly what he’s seeing.

A werewolf.

#steddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfiction #Eddie Munson #Steve Harrington #fantasy au #werewolf Steve #Eddie’s not really a witch he doesn’t practice witchcraft in any real way #that’s just what the people call him #I’d say he’s more of a sorcerer with a sprinkle of Druid #I’m still calling this the wolf and the witch because they both start with w lol #this was supposed to be a one and done ficlet but it kind of became something else and now I want to continue #magic Eddie #werewolf Robin #she was just bitten like a couple of hours ago poor robs TToTT #it’s important that you know Eddie’s magic is black or dark red and his eyes go black when he really uses it #both Eddie and Steve (and now Robin ) have elongated lifespans #Nancy is Steve’s ex and she knows that he’s a wolf #she doesn’t exactly like it but she’s working on that with herself and she would still protect him with everything she has #writing #my writing #fanfiction #my fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction

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anticomedygarden · 1 year

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magic

“Cake!” Harry squealed from atop his high chair.

Sirius grinned and tried to wipe a bit of the frosting Harry had flung at him off his face. “What’s the magic word?”

“Accio!” he shrieked, though it came out sounding more like a-sio.

“Technically, he’s not wrong,” Remus said, sitting down next to them. “Accio is definitely a magic word.”

“But it’s not the magic word,” Sirius argued. “He’s got to learn-hey!”

Remus blushed from where he was handing Harry another piece of cake. “It’s his birthday,” he said sheepishly. “He should get cake.”

Merlin, wasn’t that a statement. Sirius could hardly believe that Harry was already two. It seemed like just yesterday that James had called from St. Mungo’s with Lily that he had been born, and Sirius tried not to think that it should have been them here instead.

He winced when another bit of cake hit him in the arm. “You’re supposed to eat it, Haz, not throw it,” Remus told the toddler.

“Cake!”

“Yes, you’ve said that.”

Sirius smiled. Today was a happy day.

word count: 177 @wolfstarmicrofic

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfic #my fic #my writing #remus lupin #sirius black #marauders #marauders era #wolfstar microfic #wolfstar fic #wolfstarmicrofic #harry potter #young harry potter #wolfstar raises harry #magic

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albondiguilla007 · 19 days

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Harry meets the Mauraders fanfic recs

Ok, so this list was born after I read the beautiful fic called The Devil’s White Knight. It’s about Harry traveling to an alternative universe where Voldemort was killed in his youth, where his parents are alive and his whole life played out differently. He still has his memories though, and a whole lot of trauma, so he goes through a journey of getting to know a family that loves him unconditionally while struggling with everything else.

I was obsessed to say the least. I started looking for similar fics that gave me the same feelings and that explored Harry’s trauma and power as the key to Voldemort’s defeat, and how he fit into his new life. Thse are some I enjoyed a lot.

- [ ] Devils White Knight: 65k, complete: Please give it a try. https://archiveofourown.org/works/6854605/chapters/15646567

- [ ] To make it better: 175k, incomplete: It’s Drarry, Wolfstar and Jegulus. How beautiful is that? It explores Harry’s mental health and his alcohol addiction post war. Honestly breathtaking. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39312627/chapters/98377947

- [ ] In Another Life (I would make you stay): The Potters are from Pakistan. Harry’s alter ego stays in his mind like an annoying Jiminy Cricket. He has a little brother. 112k, complete: https://archiveofourown.org/works/19903207/chapters/47142952

- [ ] Across the Universe: 3k one shot told from James’ point of view. It’s a shame its not longer, this one hits all those sweet spots for me. https://m.fanfiction.net/s/4180686/1/Across-the-Universe

- [ ] To be Human: 80k, incomplete: In the middle of Bill and Fleur’s wedding Harry is called into another dimension by suspicious forces. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47583439/chapters/119924326

- [ ] Potter by any other name: 85k, complete: After the war Auror Harry gets in the middle of an attack on Diagon Alley and suddenly appears in front of Auror Mad-Eye Moody and Auror James Potter. He lies about his name and decides to help them. The family feels were strong on this one. https://archiveofourown.org/works/39836340/chapters/99738360

- [ ] The Incalculable Power: 76k, incomplete: So so so SO good, Draco and Harry travel back in time to the Marauder’s time in Hogwarts. They are intrigued by the new transfer students. https://archiveofourown.org/works/28632333/chapters/70181604

- [ ] Stunning Shifts: 106k, incomplete: During a publicity stunt, Harry and five others are sent to another world where a well timed Stupefy made all the difference. As Harry looks for his peers and a way home, another Harry investigates the odd arrival of his doppelganger. https://archiveofourown.org/works/552828/chapters/985108

- [ ] You’re somebody else: 54k, incomplete: Harry escapes Malfoy Manor and appears in the middle of the Potter’s home. He is freaked out to say the least. https://archiveofourown.org/works/36528937/chapters/91094224

Let me know if you’re intersted in more recommendations! I’ve been reading a few similar fics.

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kairenn-n · 9 months

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i wish merlin had killed even more people in canon. he deserved it. that scene where he kills agravaine and his men? the best thing in the show ever. he needed a scene where he killed someone with his bare hands 0 magic used. and a scene where he brought down a whole army like its nothing AS HIMSELF. and a scene where he cut someone's throat with a knife. and a scene where. sorry im getting carried away. im right tho

#the show needed more blood #(me about any show ever)#CAN U TELL REWATCHING BLACK SAILS IS DOING THINGS TO MY BRAIN #i didnt remember the scenes where flint killed the spanish sailors with a knife through their throats and a hand on their mouths.....#I WANT THAT FOR MY BOY #okay i need to write more fics where he kills people without magic. for . reasons #merlin #omfg WAIT STOP. imagine servant of two masters but he tries to kill arthur with his hands. im having thoughts (<- hannibal brainrot)#ok to reblog but only if you want merlin to kill more people

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"i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this." for Tally Carmichael?? 🖤🖤🖤

Oooo, I know what to do with this one!

i gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this + Tally Carmichael

“Percy, what the HELL are you doing here?!”

The smile that was on Percy Jackson’s face dropped at the sight of the unhappy faces he came upon. It had been weeks since he had heard from Tally, and though he knew that she needed space after their breakup, Percy was worried. Even though they weren’t boyfriend and girlfriend anymore, Tally was still one of his closest friends.

But, right now, Tally wasn’t very happy to see him.

Neither were her friends to be honest, maybe with the exception of the redhead who was staring him down appraisingly. Percy immediately recognized Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, and Erica Reyes from the last time he visited Beacon Hills, and all three of them were giving him the death glare. There was a dark-haired girl with pale skin who was also giving him the death glare as well, and a douchey-looking guy who looked at him like he didn’t give a damn who he was.

Okay, maybe he should’ve listened to Annabeth and not come…

“I was worried about you,” admitted Percy. “We haven’t talked in awhile, and you haven’t answered any of my texts…”

“Maybe because she didn’t want to talk you, had you thought about that?” said the brunette. Her eyes were glaring daggers at him, and it made Percy seriously worry that she was going to chop off certain parts of his anatomy.

Erica furiously nodded in agreement with the brunette. “You really are living up to that moniker of yours, aren’t you Jackson?”

“Hey!” butted in the douchey-looking guy, looking angrily over at the blonde. “What moniker? I don’t have a moniker!”

“Not you Whittemore!” she snapped at him.

“Guys!”

All heads turned towards Tally, who was glaring at everyone and her bright red hair was somehow moving on its own, making it look like blazing fire. “I’m going to talk to Percy alone, so don’t even think about listening in or I will cut you. I’m talking to you, Whittemore!”

Whittemore rolled his eyes at that, but the brunette grabbed both his and the redhead’s hands to pull them both over to the chalkboard while Erica did the same with Scott and Stiles.

Once she made sure that everyone wasn’t listening in, Tally turned back to Percy and the disapproval that was on her face when seeing him come into the classroom faded into resignation. “Okay Percy, be honest. Why are you really here?”

Percy felt his blood run hot in indignation. Does she seriously not believe that he was worried about her?

“I was honest! I was worried about you when you weren’t answering my texts and calls!”

“Goddamn it Percy, I told you that I needed space! I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this relationship, and all I got in return was you falling for another girl!”

That made Percy shut his mouth, the guilt he had been feeling since they broke up coming back tenfold. “I’m sorry, I know that you wanted space. But Tally, you have to understand that you’re one of my closest friends. I felt like I was losing you as a friend, and I didn’t want that to happen!”

A sob bubbled its way up Tally’s throat, because Percy was one of her closest friends as well and she didn’t want to lose their friendship either. “I don’t want that to happen either, but to preserve our friendship, you have to let me go. Please let me go, Percy.”

The look on his face was so sad, it was like he finally realized that this was the end for them. “Is that what you want?”

She nodded, and this time, it was his turn to feel resignation. The only thing Percy could think of to do was to pull her into him and hug her tightly. She hugged him back, and both felt their hearts cracking because they knew.

They knew this was the end of them.

Tagging: @richitozier, @kiara-carrera, @claryxjackson, @anotherunreadblog, @witchofinterest, @myoc-eansmind, @eddysocs, @dancingsunflowers-ocs, @arrthurpendragon, @prosemoireia, @carmens-garden, @bi-ologistofthehills, @thetenthdoctorscompanion

#oc: tally carmichael #fic: black magic #tv: teen wolf #u: pjo #s: talcy #otp: there was happiness because of you #oc asks #starlit-epiphany #THANKS AGAIN FOR THE ANGST RAVEN

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arrthurpendragon · 6 months

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⌨ + black magic + tag you're it

Sirius rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t quite make out. Just then, the remaining Marauders rounded the corner and stumbled upon them. James stopped suddenly and held his arms out to stop Remus and Peter. Peter tripped over his own feet and fell to a heap on the floor. Sirius quickly got up and gave his friend a hand.

Peter accepted the help and stood on his feet once more. Sirius playfully smacked his friend’s back. “You never learn, do you, Wormtail,” he chuckled.

“Maybe if James had given some sort of warning . . .” Peter muttered to himself as he brushed off the dirt from his cloak.

“There you are, Padfoot,” James said, wrapping an arm around his friend’s shoulder. “We’ve been looking everywhere for you. Went to all the usual hiding spots. Didn’t think to look here in the open.”

Sirius shrugged his shoulders. “I was hungry and you lot were still sleeping like pretty princesses.”

It was only then that James noticed that it was his sister who had been with Sirius. “And what’s going on here?” James asked looking between his best friend and his sister.

“Nothing,” both Sirius and Kimmie retorted simultaneously. Sirius and Kimmie made eye contact after their shared sentiment. While Kimmie’s expression was more annoyed, Sirius’s expression was hard to read.

But James wasn’t one to make light of a moment like this. “Heard that before, haven’t we, Moony?” James chuckled, nudging Remus in the side.

Send me ⌨ + title to one of my fics and I’ll write a sentence for that fic! (if you want one back - add "tag you're it" to your ask)

#oc: kimberly potter #fic: black magic #fd: harry potter #fd: wizarding world #send me a fic and i'll write a sentence games #danie📚

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megamindsecretlair · 10 months

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Wedding Night

Cross posted from @megamindslair

Pairing: Loki x Black!Fem!reader

Warnings: 18+. Minors DNI. You are in charge of your own reading experience. There is smut! Fingering and oral (reader receiving), p in v sex. Apologies in advance if I offend anyone.

Summary: While you are no strangers to each other, you had just gotten married and are enjoying your first night of wedded bliss.

Word Count: 2,791k

A/N: Decided to stop being a little punk and posted this. This was purely fun for me and I don't see myself stopping. Be gentle with me LOL. While likes are awesome, please consider reblogging and commenting to support writers!

You stared out of the nearly floor to ceiling window, looking down at the expanse of Asgard. The sun dipped low in the sky as it was approaching nightfall. Asgard at twilight was about as close to perfection one could get.

The towering spires reached towards the heavens. Lights began to wink into existence one at a time as people settled in for the night or ramped up their activities for the evening. In the distance, the rainbow bridge shined in a multitude of colors. Ships were hauling into the bays for the end of shift.

Heat pressed into your back. A hand snaked around your curvy waist and pulled you against a wall of solid muscle. “Nervous, wife?”

Loki’s rumbling timbre sent shivers down your spine. How was it that you’d known this man all your life and were still amazed by the simple sound of his voice?

His lips kissed the back of your head and then he placed his chin on top of your head. He leaned his right arm against the windowsill. The smell of him, all spice and woodsmoke, was intoxicating. Without magic, he was perfectly capable of weaving a spell designed to make your pussy throb with vicious need.

“Not at all. Just wondering if we should close the window. We don’t want everyone to hear how loud you are,” you said.

Loki’s answering laugh shook him and in turn shook you, since he stood so close. “Careful, you know what happens when you’re naughty,” he whispered in your ear. He lifted the hand that had been around your waist and pulled your hair back from your face. His soft lips kissed a line from your ear to your neck.

“Naughty, you say?” Your voice was breathy. He couldn’t really expect you to have coherent thoughts when his lips were on your skin. He nipped the bit of your neck where it met your shoulder. He hummed and the sound vibrated on your overheated skin.

The breeze from the window did little to dull your excitement. You had been in this chamber, naked, plenty of times. Playing all manners of games and never growing bored by Loki or what wonders your combined magic could create. But tonight was different no matter how many ways you spun it.

His free hand found your left hand and he brought it up to his face. He placed a kiss on top of your wedding band. It was a simple braided, gold band. He had offered to get you something bigger, flashier, or more obnoxious. But this little band was perfect.

“I thought you liked when I was naughty?” You asked.

He grabbed your waist and spun you around. His crystal blue eyes bore into yours with a unique passion you hadn’t experienced in anyone else. His chest was bare showing off his muscles and the way they flexed whenever he moved. He wore loose green pants that rode low on his lean hips. His hair was black as midnight, slicked back, and showed off the angles of his face. “Your reward will be far greater if you’re good,” he said.

“Tell me more about these rewards, husband,” you said, trying the title out. And you liked it.

“Oh the rewards are too many to name,” he said. He shook his head playfully. He sank to his knees slowly, maintaining eye contact with you. He licked his lips as he gathered the hem of your blue dress and lifted it enough to sneak his hands underneath.

His fingers kneaded and rubbed your calves and then the back of your knees. You giggled but were honestly too distracted to laugh properly. He made his way to your thighs and you moaned with the contact.

“For example, good girls are worshiped. They are adored,” he said. He placed a kiss over your belly as his hands slid higher, hooking his long, delicate fingers around your panties. He slid them down your thighs. The thin material coasted with ease and you bit your lip to keep from moaning too loud. You were too high to really be in danger of anyone hearing you, but the thought of it still thrilled you.

You held on to him as you lifted one leg out of your panties and then the other. The wind from the window blew his hair around his shoulders. He was so painfully beautiful. The way he was on his knees at your feet nearly brought tears to your eyes.

But then his hands went higher, grabbing your round ass and squeezing hard. Squeaks and squeals escaped you as his fingers found all your pressure points. Your hands twisted in his hair as you lightly scratched at his scalp. He hummed in pleasure and tilted his head to rub against your arm.

He rose, your dress riding up higher and higher until it gathered at your waist. Were someone to look up, they’d get a generous view of your ass. Loki leaned down and placed a kiss at your check.

“On the bed. Now.” The gravel in his voice slid along your nerves in the most delightful way possible.

You swung your hips as you drifted over to his massive bed. Truly, it was huge. And it still managed to look tiny in his bedroom. The floor was dark stone and heated by the fireplace burning brightly. There were couches and a table arranged in front of it. On either side of the fireplace, entirely too close for comfort, there were floor to ceiling bookshelves filled with hundreds of books.

Besides the entrance, there were two other doors leading to his walk-in closet (he was a diva after all) and the bathroom. Well, you ought to stop saying “his” things. This room was technically yours as well after the grandiose wedding that was only a few hours ago.

You gather up the dress and place a knee onto the bed. It sank beneath your weight. Being in this bed was like laying on a cloud. You placed the other knee on the bed and then fell forward on all fours, crawling to the middle of the bed. The weight of his gaze excited you, making you clench painfully.

Once in the middle, you flipped over. Loki stood at the edge of the bed, looking down at you. His pants tented with the evidence of his erection. He idly rubbed it as he took in your prone figure.

Slowly, you dragged your dress higher until the hem reached past your hips. You exposed yourself to him. He groaned as you opened your legs and let him see all of you.

The breeze from outside battled the heat from inside and flowed over your pussy, alerting you to just how wet you were for him. He waved a hand and the ceiling disappeared, replaced with thousands of stars.

You gasped. “Loki,” you said. He said your name reverently. Above you, the stars were both close and so far away. There was a spectrum of colors in an arch above you, moving across the galaxy.

The bed dipped as Loki climbed into it. “Count the stars and you’ll never come close to how much I feel for you,” he said.

“Loki,” you said. He rendered you speechless. What did someone say to such a perfect confession?

He grinned but it took on a sinister glint. Before you asked, he leaned down on his elbows and rubbed his nose along your slit, breathing you in. He blew a breath across your pussy and you jumped. You were not expecting that.

“Relax, wife,” he commanded.

“I am,” you shot back.

He nipped at your thigh. “You’re tense. Shall I stop?”

“Don’t you dare,” you hissed.

He chuckled and finally, finally, used his tongue to nudge your lips apart and drag his tongue from your entrance to your clit. You squealed from the delicious pressure and fisted your hands in his incredibly smooth bedding.

He paid extra attention to your clit, playing with the little nub and making you squirm. He grabbed your legs and hooked them around his arms. He forced your legs apart.

“These stay open,” he said.

“Oh gods,” you moan. He chuckled as he returned to lolling his tongue around your clit. The only thing you saw was his dark hair covering the most intimate part of you. His hair flopped down onto your stomach and thighs tickling you with its softness. Pressure built up inside you with each succulent swipe of his gifted tongue. When he wasn’t so busy being a mischievous little punk, he apparently had other wonderful uses.

Gods, you were close. So close…he stopped and you growled. He chuckled and kissed your thigh, leaving a wet spot behind. Your cheeks burned knowing that evidence of your own arousal was on his mouth.

He flipped his head back, his hair flipping out of his face. He grinned and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You seem to be confused about who's in charge here,” he said. He shook his head as if he were chastising you. He crawled up your body, molding his body next to yours.

His fingers took the place of his mouth, dipping one finger inside you and pumping with abandon. You leaned up, not necessarily because you wanted to get away, but because it felt too fucking good. You were on edge already and his finger kept up a steady rhythm inside you.

He added a finger and you moaned. You slipped your hands into his hair and tugged. He hummed. “That’s my girl,” he groaned. Your legs opened wider of their own accord. You needed more.

The only sounds in the room were your panting and moaning and the wet suction of your arousal around his fingers. You bit your lip as you focused on the pleasure spreading through your body. He used his thumb to rub lazy circles around your clit on every up-slide of his fingers. Then he curled his fingers inside you.

“Loki,” you gasped. You nearly cried as the pressure became too much. The pleasure was too much. Your legs shook as the first wave of your orgasm took over. You pushed at his arm. It was too much.

“Do you want me to stop, wife?”

You shook your head. You muttered something, but didn’t know what. Unholy sounds left you as your orgasm shook you to your core. He talked you through it, continuing to stroke you as you floated down back to your body.

You cracked open your eyes and were momentarily struck dumb by him. He was half leaning, half sitting up so his head was framed by the illusion of stars he erected. Before, he used his magic for small things. Cheap tricks and cruel pranks. But now, he wove entire illusions that were nearly indistinguishable from real life.

His eyes glowed in the soft light. He was made for the stars. He was an entire galaxy contained in a beautiful man.

“Do you think I’m done with you?” He asked.

The excited squeal you uttered should be embarrassing, but he only smiled and withdrew his fingers. You missed them already and poked out your bottom lip. He licked his fingers as he stared at you, dipping one and then both inside his mouth to clean every last drop of your arousal.

He closed his eyes as he savored it and then glanced back at you. “Delicious,” he whispered.

He leaned down and kissed you. His lips moved expertly over yours, licking your lips so that you’d open for him. You’d deny him nothing as you opened your mouth and tasted yourself on his tongue. He bit your bottom lip and the sharp pain was smoothed over by his tongue.

“Now who’s being naughty,” you said.

“I can’t help it,” he said with a shrug. You sat up in the bed and got on your knees to match his stance.

You grabbed the band of his pants and tugged hard until his cock sprang free. He helped you disrobe him until he kneeled before you in all his naked glory.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and pushed until he dropped onto the bed. He arranged himself into a comfortable position, placing one arm around the back of his head. He quirked an eyebrow at you, but you only smiled.

You straddled him, moving your dress out of the way until you were able to slide skin to skin. As you held it, it disappeared in your hands exposing your breasts and belly. A ferocious gleam lit up his eyes as he brought his warm hands up to palm your breasts. He rubbed and squeezed your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“I will never grow tired of seeing all of you, feeling all of you,” he said. He pinched one nipple which sent a shot of desire to flood your pussy.

You leaned up and grabbed his cock, stroking it once and then twice before sinking down onto his generous length. You both moaned at the same time, both reveling in the way he filled you completely.

Loki bucked his hips, which made you lean forward. Your breasts rubbed against his chest. His hands roamed up and down your back. You kissed him, deeply and passionately. And then you started to move.

You moved slowly at first, loving the gentle glide of his dick inside you. You couldn’t help the gasps or the whimpers. Loki’s hands grabbed your waist and helped stabilize you as you moved quicker, bobbing up and down on his cock.

“Oh…oh gods,” he muttered.

You could die a thousand times if it meant you’d hear those sounds coming from his lips just once. His desire only drove yours upward. You leaned back, riding him. You tried to focus on his face, on the dark desire in his eyes, but you felt too good in the moment.

A tempest was set loose in your veins. Your blood sang with pleasure. Your magic finally unfolded and light shot from every pore on you.

“That’s it, my darling,” he said. He groaned and bucked his hips, driving deeper into you. Light refracted off of every shiny surface in the room. You tried to direct it, but you were too dizzy with pleasure. You felt wanton and over-joyed. Dating sex was far inferior to married sex.

The light from your magic mingled with Loki’s illusion of the cosmos. Your beams shot into the sky as if they were wayward comets. Your light streaked across the ceiling, flowing in and around the cosmic illusion he created. Your magicks intertwined and you felt him on a physical and cosmic level. It was as if your magicks touched each other’s souls.

Your orgasm rolled over you, heaping waves upon waves of bliss. “Come with me, husband,” you managed to mutter before shaking uncontrollably.

A moment later, Loki joined you. Hot jets of come spilled inside of you as he moaned so loudly, he shook with the effort. His face was contorted somewhere between ecstasy and torture. His eyes were pinched close and his mouth was slightly open on a halted sigh.

You shivered so badly that your teeth chattered. That orgasm was more intense than anything else you had experienced. The light in your veins slowly retreated and thinned until winking out completely. He rubbed your arms, your back, and anywhere else he could get his hands on. He grounded you as you recovered from your orgasm.

He whispered sweet, loving messages in your ear as he held you close. He called you beautiful and stunning, smart and sweet, he called you the most precious creature in all of existence. You giggled tiredly as he talked silly nonsense in your ear. You focused on the cadence of his words. His words rumbled in his chest and as you laid on top of him, you felt every word.

Reluctantly, he pulled out of you. His come slipped out of you as well and you moaned from the sensation. He conjured a warm wet towel to clean you off. He conjured a new one for himself.

When done, you snuggled up in his arms. Your head was on his chest and you idly rubbed it, marveling at the way your smooth copper skin contrasted with his pale skin. He rubbed your arms and used his free hand to play with your hair.

Sleep pulled at you but you fought it, not wanting the night to end.

“Sleep, wife. I’m not yet done with you tonight,” he said. He kissed your forehead.

You fell asleep with a contented sigh, wonderfully eager to get up and do it all again.

There's more Loki to love! The Secret Loki Files

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AU in which Usopp is a storyteller who keeps telling fairytales to kids in the village, and one of his most famous stories is about a lost prince who escaped from home because of how badly his family was treating him. It has drama and death and love and everything. The prince just wanted to be a simple cook, but his past still haunted him even after escaping his fate. And so Usopp keeps drawing him over and over again, both in his sketchbook and also making sculptures of him. It's not that he's, like, obsessed. But it is his favorite fairytale.

And then he meets Sanji.

It's weird, yes. He looks oddly similar to his Sanji (the one of the fairytale) but it doesn't have to do anything with it. It- It doesn't have to be the same guy. Maybe it's just a coincidence and his drawings weren't as original as he thought they were. Besides, Sanji isn't a lost prince.

But he is exactly how Usopp had imagined him. A sweet, caring cook with a strong personality who fights only using his legs to avoid hurting his hands. A cook who feeds whoever's hungry and is fond of rats and small, wild animals without anything to eat. Blond, blue eyes and so, so many scars that he refuses to talk about. A soft spot for women, because of course there has to be romance. A gentleman. Somebody who could save Usopp if needed but would trust him with anything too. He isn't- Usopp is not in love with his Sanji. But maybe this one- Maybe this one is someone he can fall in love with because it's not his creation, right?

And then WCI happens. It would technically make everything make sense, but it doesn't. It just makes Usopp even more confused. Because he's sure it sounds exactly the same as his story. So he keeps wondering if Sanji is real or if he truly was a product of his imagination. Or maybe- Maybe he can see the future. Usopp isn't sure about it and doesn't even have time to think because he's more worried about Sanji's well-being after WCI and Wano than how Sanji was made.

Sanji says it's a destiny thing, maybe, when he sees Usopp's sketchbook for the first time. It's scary too, he also mentions when seeing the little annotations about Sanji's backstory (the one of Usopp's story) being exactly like his past. Usopp is kind of panicking, but for some reason, Sanji isn't.

"Maybe you can see the future, ever thought about that?" Sanji laughs while running his hands through a very accurate portrait of him, that's quite obviously years older than their friendship.

Usopp pouts. "Don't laugh at me! It's scary!"

But Sanji just shrugs and takes a drag of his cigarette, so calmly in comparison it makes Usopp feel like he's taking this too well. "Is it, though?" The sniper hadn't seen Sanji smile so peacefully. Not ever since they got separated. It makes him feel all warm, and he has the need to draw him. "Wouldn't it be nice?"

Usopp tilts his head to the side, frowning and fighting the urge to take the sketchbook off Sanji's hands. "What do you mean?"

"Have you ever..." Sanji stares down at the ashes falling on the deck, brushing his thumb over the corner of one of the pages. His words are carefully chosen, but he doesn't hesitate when pronouncing them. "Have you ever thought about fate?"

The sniper can just chuckle and roll his eyes at that. "You're just trying to make it romantic."

"Maybe I am." And Usopp's heart stops at the sound of Sanji's dreamy voice as if he is asking for Usopp to grant him a wish. "Maybe you made me." He moves his free hand to link his fingers between Usopp's, right on top of the grass tickling their skin. Usopp lets him, even if he feels his heart is right in his throat. "Maybe you saw me before even knowing me." Sanji speaks softer now. Quieter. Even if there's nobody around to see them right now. As if it was just their secret. Usopp closes his hand around Sanji's and lets their shoulders bump against each other, taking in a painful breath. Sanji is too close. "Or maybe it was all by chance. Coincidences happen." Sanji shrugs and goes back to staring at the sketchbook one more time. He rests the cigarette between his lips so he can turn to another page, one where a little boy who looks too much like him dreams of sea creatures, oceans, and freedom. Sanji smiles in a nostalgic, achingly way that can only be described as appreciation. "But I like to think you saved me, somehow. You gave me- Him. Freedom. A family."

Usopp feels a pang in his chest at his words. "That wasn't me, though."

The cook rests his back on the wall behind them, turning his head around to look at Usopp with the brightest, softest of grins. "But wouldn't it be nice to think your heart knew me before meeting me? I think it's..." He sighs, resting his head on Usopp's shoulder. The sniper can only squeeze his hand back and lean his head on top of his. "Maybe my heart knew you too, back then. Somehow. I've always liked shitty, cliché fairytales like this, you know?"

"But-"

"Let me have this." A please goes unsaid. "Even if you didn't save me back then, you did now. So who cares if I want to say you've always been with me?"

Usopp grits his teeth and holds back a frustrated noise. He's aware his hands are shaking, remembering everything he has drawn and everything Sanji has gone through. "I wish I met you sooner. Maybe that way you wouldn't have-"

"You can't change what's already happened, love." Sanji presses a small kiss on his shoulder, which somehow melts every bone in Usopp's body. "But you can keep drawing our future, right?"

The sniper thinks of bright blues and soft yellows and a lot- No. A ton of drawings of Sanji's grins, because he refuses to portray his sadness in one of his drawings ever again. He dreams of a blank canvas filled with Sanji's eyes, hopes, and dreams.

"Right." He kisses his head back. "I can do that."

Usopp knows his hearts are linked together. Whether it's fate. Coincidence. His drawings. Because if thinking so saves Sanji once again, he won't hesitate to capture his happiness in different shades of blue for as long as it takes.

#i got poetic #my last sanuso post made me emotional okay #i should be writing my fic instead of this i'm a disgrace #sorry people i got too intense there but i like this #i mean you could just make it magic and say usopp did create sanji and it's really beautiful and stuff like- artist falling in love with ar #but have you considered the romance of not knowing if they're destined or not and choosing to believe they are #one piece #black leg sanji #usopp #sanuso

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lavender-000 · 1 month

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The Black Cat Part 2

might continue this short series and if you guys like it I'll eventually write it out properly and post it on AO3.

"I'm telling you, Sirius!" James exclaimed loudly drawing the attention of half of the Great Hall to his group,

"There is a stray here and I'm worried" he noted sadly. He couldn't help but wonder if he got enough food, if he was cared for, and if other students were nice to him. Perhaps that's why the cat continues to merely look at him from afar- the fear as a result of past cruelty. The idea brought tears to his eyes.

"Please James" Sirius scoffed. "And how do you know it's not a student?"

James wanted to laugh at the possibility. Although rare, he would be ignorant to think the marauders are the only illegal animangus to walk the halls of Hogwarts.

Although the idea was cool, he quickly dismissed it with a roll of his eyes and a flick of his wrist. "As if, it's been months a person wouldn't randomly observe me from afar for this long" he laughed at the idea.

Remus seemed to disagree with a doubtful look in his eye but otherwise remained silent.

"Going back to the topic-" James continued, "I want to adopt it, can we start leaving food for it?"

"Where do you plan on doing that?" Peter asked amused by his friend's antics.

"I don't know, our dorm? Corridor near it?" James listed.

"There are so many things wrong with that plan I don't even know where to begin" Remus sighed exasperated resulting in Sirius' loud laugh.

As their group continued to plan they failed to realize a certain black-haired Slytherin with piercing grey eyes that was listening to their every word. With a hidden smile and rosy cheeks, he had an idea.

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Prompt 28 - Skinny Dip

@jegulus-microfic March 28 Word count 1058

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Regulus woke with his legs tangled with James’s. He’d left a note for his parents telling them they’d had a lead in the assignment Voldemort had given them. In fact, he was certain that Remus was extremely close to their quarry.

James stirred. He pulled Regulus closer to his body and buried his face in his chest.

“Mmmmm, I could get used to this.” He peppered kisses all over Regulus’s chest. Regulus didn’t put up any fight, enjoying the moment far too much.

“Come on. We’d better get up. We have a lot to do today.” He pulled away from James and stretched his whole body, which just brought James right back to him. “James, get off. We have to go.” He giggled as James snuffled into his hair.

“No, don’t want to. I’m just gonna keep you here in this bed with me.”

A loud banging at the door soon stopped them.

“Come on, love birds. We’ve got priceless heirlooms to destroy.” Evan called as he banged on Sirius and Remus’s door and his sisters.

It took a while for all of the Thestrals to gather that morning. But eventually, they were apparating into the caves outside of Hogsmeade.

They followed the Gryffindors into the forest as they knew where they were going. It had made more sense to go together this way than to walk up to Hagrid’s cabin, seeing as how they’d all ended up at Evan’s last night.

Regulus held the small chest tightly in his arms. He wasn’t about to lose them now, not after everything they’d been through to get them.

It took less than an hour to get to the part of the forest the Marauders wanted to use. They stopped in an almost perfectly round clearing. You could feel the magic thrumming through the area. It was ancient and swirled around them. Regulus placed the chest in the centre of the grassy circle and unlocked it. The ancient magic reacted to the dark magic within. It became hostile. The forest around them darkened, blocking out what little light there was.

Remus stepped forward, pressing his hands against one of the trees that lined the clearing. Regulus stared in awe as the magic slowly backed off and formed a protective barrier between them and the rest of the forest.

Remus smiled as he took his hands away from the tree.

“Thank you.” He whispered.

“What was that?” Lily asked the question the others must have been thinking. Well, Regulus, Barty and Evan. Everyone else didn’t seem so shocked.

“Werewolf,” Remus shrugged. “I’m more in tune with the natural magics than most. The forest knows what we have, and it isn’t happy. I told it we have come to destroy them, so the forest is going to keep us contained in here until the Horcruxes are all gone. So please don’t try and pass the border, or you’ll be sorry.” He looked pointedly at Barty when he said the last part.

Regulus tuned out whatever Barty had replied. He took the Gaunt ring out of the box and laid it on the grass.

“Are you ready then?” He asked. They immediately formed a circle around him and watched as Regulus poured Basilisk venom from one of the vials onto it.

A thick black liquid oozed out of it, and a blood-curdling scream. They all ducked for cover, pressing their hands to their ears. But nothing happened. When they looked back, all that was left of the ring was a twisted mass of blackened metal and the stone. Regulus cast a few spells over it.

“The Horcrux is gone, but I don’t understand why the venom didn’t destroy the stone.” He handed it to James to take care of while he set up the next Horcrux. They could deal with that later.

Next up was the diary. It reacted much the same as the ring had. There was, however, a lot more of the inky liquid seeping out, as though the notebook had been filled with writing that they just hadn’t been able to see.

Regulus was glad they’d managed to gather as much Basilisk venom as they had, as it looked like they’d be using most, if not all, of it.

Hufflepuffs cup twisted and melted into an unrecognisable blob, the fragment of soul shattering and dissolving into nothing.

He held the diadem in his hands. It was truly beautiful he didn’t want to destroy it. But for the sake of the wizarding world, he had to.

More Basilisk venom dropped onto the delicate tiara, and it spilt and cracked into three pieces before it melted as the wailing scream pierced their ears again.

Regulus reached into the chest and took out the last Horcrux. The Locket. He placed it on the ground and looked at his friends, who stood around him in a loose circle, pointing their wands at the Horcrux.

“Last one. Are we ready?” They nodded, and he raised the final vial of venom. But before he could let a single drop fall, the locket opened, and his mother appeared before him. He stumbled backwards, somehow managing not to spill the venom.

Walburga sneered at him. Her mouth opened, and Regulus knew whatever she was about to say would devastate him.

Sirius blocked his view, grabbing the vial and pouring the entire thing into the open locket.

“Piss off you evil bitch!” He snarled. Walburga screamed in a vortex of black smoke before vanishing into nothing. The locket was gone. Obliterated by the amount of venom poured on it.

They’d done it. All the Horcruxes were gone. Shakily, he got to his feet and was barrelled over by his friends as they all whooped and cheered in triumph.

The forest’s magic let them pass, now happier. It pressed close, almost like a hug, before releasing them.

They came upon a stream that fed a large pool of water as they walked back to the edge of the forest.

“Well, I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m going to skinny dip in that pool!” Barty cried as he vanished his clothes and dove into the clear water. “Come on, it’s refreshing, especially after that madness.” He jabbed his thumb back towards the clearing. The others looked at each other and, after a collective shrug, joined Barty in the pool.

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