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acey-wacey · 1 year

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Hi hi! Could I order a scenario of how Jade and Floyd would react to MC hiding behind them because they’re being chased by bullies?? Maybe grabbing onto the tweels (о´∀`о)

I like to think they’d be surprised of someone hiding BEHIND them instead of FROM them lol..

I'm a sucker for platonic tweels! This is my lifeline rn!!

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Shrimpy Protection Agency

Three of the more troublesome NRC seniors decided that they weren't too pleased with all the attention you were getting, having been in Twisted Wonderland for only a few months.

The students decided to corner you in the hallway, much to your surprise and demand that you apologize for the trouble you've stirred up.

When you refused, they accused you of being disrespectful and threatened to hurt you if you didn't start respecting your upperclassmen.

Through your fear, you managed to slip between the students and make a break for it.

You knew they were older, stronger, and faster than you so you wouldn't be able to outrun them.

Your only hope was to hide.

You frantically searched for a place to hide as you sprinted into the courtyard.

You were hoping someone would be there to stop the upperclassmen from pummeling you but it was empty.

No, not empty.

On the very far side of the courtyard, hidden in the shadows, the Leech twins stood, both looking mildly bored.

"Jade! Floyd!"

They both perked up upon hearing your voice.

What was excitement to see you, quickly became confusion as you ran to them and wrapped your arms around Floyd's torso from the back, shielding yourself from your pursuers.

Jade almost never showed his emotions on his face which made it all the more terrifying when his expression darkened as the bullies followed you to the courtyard.

All three of them stopped in their tracks when they saw the intimidating look on Jade's face, worsened by the wide-eyed and manic Floyd.

It wasn't usual to see either of them, especially Jade, without their signature customer service smile on, even when threatening someone, but when it came to you, there wasn't any pleasantry.

They didn't even try to pretend like your bullies weren't in danger.

"I will give you 5 seconds of silence before I begin my pursuit," whispered Jade, though the attackers heard him loud and clear in the echoey silence of the courtyard.

The one that appeared to be the leader scoffed and nervously chuckled.

"You're just a second-year. I'm not afraid of you. And I sure as he11 wouldn't need a headstart."

"Oh, you misunderstand," Floyd laughed, his eyes still crazed. "Five seconds wouldn't help you for a headstart. We're giving you a chance to pray to every God who'll bother to listen to a pathetic bottom-feeder like you."

"You're monsters!" one of the goons screeched after a few seconds of listening to their panicked breathing. Both twins just smiled in the same unsettling form.

"That bridge was burned a lot time ago, my friend," Jade chuckled menacingly before he went back to staring into the bullies' souls. "5."

"Listen, dude! We were just messing around!"

"4."

"Okay, you're seriously starting to freak me out!"

"Better get on that praying then. 3."

"I'm gonna... tell the headmaster!"

"Oh, I'm so scared. 2."

"Guys, let's get out of here!"

"That little shrimp isn't worth this."

"Only I get to call them that!" Floyd screamed after the goons as they stumbled over themselves to get away.

You could hear the bullies leaving but you still slayed firmly attached to Floyd.

"I'm a touch offended you didn't latch into me that way. Do you trust Floyd more than me?"

You looked up to see Jade smirking at you with his usual calm composure, much opposed to his "predator mode".

"I'm sorry," you sniffled, though you all knew you didn't really mean it. "Next time, I'll hide behind you instead."

"Oh, no, no, no, Shrimpy," Floyd glared at you. You could tell it wasn't directed at you specifically but it was still intimidating. "There's not going to be a next time."

"At least we can agree on that note, brother dearest," Jade mused, brushing a hair behind your ear. "We'll make sure no one will ever mess with you again, Y/N."

"What are you going to do?"

"Well, that's a secret," Jade put a finger to his lips and you could see the angry fire behind his eyes.

"You can hug me anytime you want though, Shrimpy!" Floyd chimed in cheerily. You laughed and leaned into his chest.

"Thank you so much. I don't know what I would've done with out you," you sighed and grabbed Jade's hand, tugging him into a group hug. "I love you. Both of you."

Jade wasn't usually particularly affection and Floyd didn't often practice restraint but both of them cared enough about you to just smother you in a brotherly hug, as long as it will make you happy.

Jade and Floyd made eye contact over your shoulder, making a silent agreement to break every bone in your bullies' bodies and make it look like an accident.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #jade leech x reader #jade leech x platonic! reader #floyd leech #floyd leech x platonic! reader #leech twins

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melrodrigo · 6 months

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Wednesday Addams x G!N Reader

Summary: Wednesday gets a bad case of the late night feels.

Word Count: 600+

A/N: A short one simply for the vibes. Ty @wesstars n @mindyswhore for helping me out 🫶🏻 also i’m gonna mention @bingwriterxo simply cuz i miss her. Hope u enjoy!

It’s been a harrowing day.

After getting a presentation you’d been dreading for weeks done- which had effectively taken all your strength and social battery, you’d been hit with homework for every single class.

Which is how you ended up in your dorm, on a Friday night, sitting and stirring in a mix of damning pride and self-loath.

A knock on the door has your head shifting up and has you turning down the volume of your blasting classical music.

Classical music you’ve never cared for till you met Wednesday Addams.

Most popular loner to live. The infamous young detective. Psycho freak girl. A living black-and-white comic. All the names you can think of, but your favorite thing to call her is your girlfriend.

She’d played something on her cello one night while you were hanging out, and the music had flown through you so easily, lifting you and rattling you to the bone. It had been so magical you had to ask her what she was playing.

You saunter over to the door, somewhat unwillingly, believing you’ve had enough social interaction for one day, but speed up when another knock sounds- this time louder and more hurried.

“What.” You growl, before even looking at your personal space intruder.

“Are you playing tricks on me?” Wednesday, your girlfriend of two years, asks the moment you open your door. Her expression is stoic, as always, but a quiver in her lip tells you better.

The sight of her has the opposite effect on you as it would others.

You feel that little jump like you do every time you see her.

You cock an eyebrow at her, mouth upturned slightly on one side. “Well hello to you too.”

She ignores your comment, favoring instead to walk briskly into your dorm room, one that belonged to you and only you- perks of being the headmaster's kid.

You watch her as she breathes in deep, a display of immense emotion for the Addams, and sags her shoulders.

Contrary to popular belief, Wednesday did have emotions, and not to toot your own horn, but you were well versed in all her different moods by now.

But right now, there’s a different feeling in the air you can’t quite place. She seems…unguarded, unnaturally open.

You shut the door and lean back into the wall in time to see her turn around and walk up to you. She stops just centimeters away from you.

“What’s this about me playing tricks on you?” You question, a little hesitant, distracted by the glint in your girlfriend’s eyes. They barely show through her bangs nowadays, but today they shine brighter, demanding your attention.

She’s blinking slowly, gaze flitting between your lips and your eyes.

This was a look you were quite familiar with.

“Does someone want a kiss?” You tease, placing your hands on her waist gently. You break out in a grin when she sighs at the soft touch.

“Do you enjoy knowing you have control over me?” She asks, tilting her head up to stare into your eyes properly. You look for a joke in her eyes, but her expression stays the same.

Your heart soars at her words. You, out of everyone, would know how much depth her words contain.

Wednesday Addams never says anything lightly.

“Control?” You prod, wanting to make the most out of whatever this mood of hers is.

She nods, looking so relaxed and adoring it makes your heart ache.

“Control.” She whispers, very much staring at you like she wants to grab you by the face and kiss you.

“Yeah? Like what?” You tease further, ready for her to take back her former comment and call you an idiot.

What she does instead, surprises you. She turns her back and talks.

“Why are you turned the other way?” You inquire softly, so as to not ruin the moment.

Wednesday takes another breath that has your heart beating faster.

“It…helps me express my feelings.” She says. You see her hesitate before speaking once again.

“I want you to control me. Or something very close to that. I don’t know what this peculiar feeling is, but it’s dreadful. I’d do anything you asked.” She says, turning around to meet your gaze.

You soften, reach up to brush her face gently. As much as you’re enjoying the vulnerability, you’re a bit worried about what came over her to be so open.

“What’s happened? Are you okay?” You ask her quietly, concern seeping through your voice.

All she does is laugh lowly, shaking her head and bringing a hand up to cup yours.

“I am well, Y/N. I’ve just missed you.” She says, leaning further until she’s pressed up against you, not leaving any space between the two of you.

“We saw each other today.” You say, somewhat meekly, blushing furiously due to your girlfriend’s unexpected antics.

“I can’t stop thinking about you. Your absence leaves a hole in my heart.” She tells you, adverting her gaze like she’s suddenly overcome with doubt.

You take her chin in your hands and tilt her face back to you, wanting to get rid of any uncertainty she has about expressing her feelings. It took ages for her to even open up to you, and you never want her to go back to feeling guarded again.

“I missed you too.” You tell her, as sincerely as you can.

Wednesday’s eyes soften even more like she doesn’t believe you said it back.

Eyes all misty and cheeks tinted red, she looks good.

You lean forward and nip her lips, then pull her in harder when you feel her shiver underneath you.

She responds immediately, grabbing tight at your pjs.

You affirm your prior statements with the most tender kiss you can muster, and you know by the way she grips you even tighter that she understands.

#wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday addams #jenna ortega x reader #tara carpenter x reader #wednesday addams x y/n #fanfiction #lgbtqia #mine

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yellowjackets96 · 2 months

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the way you do the things you do / angus tully x reader — part one

summary / chaos is only natural when barton's resident misfit strikes up a bond with the middle child of the school's most despised instructor.

warnings / none

word count / 1,300+

hii! this one goes out to the very wise anon who suggested a plot revolving around angus and mr. hunham's kid, which, i must say, is an utterly brilliant concept. however, it turned out to be a lot longer than just a mere one-shot like my first one had been, so it'll probably end up being two or three parts. i hope that's okay, lovely anon. thank you for sharing your brilliance with me!

Moreso than anything else, the relationship between the two of you started as an agreement. Well, an unspoken one, but an agreement nonetheless. Somebody had to look out for the two of you, on equal footing as outliers, as social rejects, as the odd men out. No one could be better for that role than you yourselves.

To your utter dismay, ever since your parents made the decision to ship you off to Barton Academy in order to get you “the best education available” for high school (which was made possible by your father’s half-off tuition staff discount), you found yourself under a level of scrutiny that you never once faced at your old public junior high. It was not your intention to be perceived as the offspring of the most hated man there, either, but word travels quicker than a deer crossing the road at Barton. A concept introduced to the dean on a Sunday morning ends up widely-understood knowledge by a Monday evening. You’d already been written off as the ‘spawn of Satan’ before you even started your first class. Tough fuckin’ luck.

On the other hand, Angus’s isolation was entirely self-imposed. Following several years of what his mother had promised would be a “short-lived maintenance phase,” he became fed up with the entire process — the constant shifting and forced socialization and paperwork and meetings with headmasters. Lather, rinse, repeat, over and over until he felt utterly insane. He grew to resist society’s forced conditioning of him, lashing out the only way he knew how, through acts of adolescent rebellion. Due to how much you contrast from your stickler father, you eventually saw eye to eye with Angus on this. Once you had finally worn him down to the point of dragging a tragic backstory out of him, you understood why, because, of course no teenager could possibly be interested in the art of befriending their peers and engrossing themselves in a community at their third consecutive school.

But it didn’t start off too swimmingly.

He entered your life on the strangest day of the week, during the least-interesting possible time of year — a Thursday in late February. You learned of his arrival through the grapevine, mere hours before you first saw him. Perched at a seat towards the very corner of the dining hall, you had become increasingly intrigued by the nearby nonstop chatter from a group populated by Georgie Jackson, Philip McNamara, Billy Wolfe, and Teddy Kountze, a rare sight in the seven o’clock breakfast setting, which was typically chock full of half-dead, completely exhausted teenagers.

“You wanna bet it’s gonna be another freak?” Teddy had grumbled, shaking his head dismissively at something optimistic Georgie must have said. “They’re half the school, at this point.”

He not-so-transparently nodded towards you, earning him in-sync laughs from the more agreeable Philip and Billy, and a halfhearted head shake from Georgie. “Christ, dude. And you wonder why we’re the only kids who tolerate you.”

Teddy threw his hands up defensively. “Hey, I’m just sayin’! We could benefit from someone actually cool and fun.”

“God, could you imagine how cool a girl would be?” Billy daydreamed, practically drooling.

The shaggy-haired blonde smirked. “You’re telling me. That’s all I wanted since I first enrolled here. Would be nice if old man Woodrup would do what the student body actually wants, for once.”

“Instead,” Philip piped up, wearing a dejected pouty frown. “I’m hearing this guy got kicked outta three different schools.”

Your curiosity piqued, you finally jumped in, against your better judgment. “What could possibly get a teenage boy tossed from not one, not two, but three schools? That sounds utterly ridiculous.”

The energy sufficiently changed as Teddy shot you a poisonous glare, you watched the trio of his small-time henchmen sink into their seats, seemingly anxious at how angry you were about to make him. His scrunched-up face twisted into a confident smirk, like he was one-thousand percent confident he could ensure you would never speak to him again. “What’s it to you, Walleye Jr.? You think I’d lie about some shit like that? Would you tell your daddy if I did?”

A scoff escaping your throat, you leaned back into your seat, slightly dejected. “Well, no, but-”

“That’s what I thought,” Teddy said, his lackeys chuckling in unison, practically on cue. “And you wonder why you don’t have any friends, loser.”

Just like that, enforced unnecessary social hierarchy had left you right back where you were before, with more questions than you could ever get proper answers for.

Once lunch period rolled around, you figured you may as well not try your luck again.

Wrapping a gentle fist against the surface of your father’s door, you barely had to stand by for more than a few moments before he greeted you, the smile that he saved for you and the rest of your family plastered across his cheeks as he slung an arm across your shoulder, pulling you into a casual hug. Due to the academy’s policy of teacher’s children not being allowed to take their parent’s classes to avoid favoritism, you no longer spent time with him every day as you typically did with your mother back home. The reunion was definitely something you had been yearning for since you last saw him, even though it must have been no less than a week ago last Sunday. For the first time in far too long, something at Barton brought joy back to you.

“How have you been, sweetheart?” your father asked, his reading glasses bouncing slightly on the bridge of his nose as he sat back down at his desk. He pointed to the chair on the other end of it, offering it to you. You gladly accepted, tugging the seat out and sliding into it.

You shrugged at the question, trying not to pay Kountze and his gang of blockheads too much mind. “Fine. Haven’t really done anything too notable or special.”

“Well, hey,” he offered, sliding a sheet labeled roll call across the desk to you. “Maybe this’ll brighten your spirits, despite how much the prospect of it annoys me.”

As soon as he finishes speaking, you instantly know what he was referring to, your eyes catching on the highlighted name sandwiched between Neil Sweeney and Todd Wedderling, bearing an emboldened word next to it — Angus Tully (NEW). And then, like it were on cue, the door behind the two of you swung open, revealing the sight of an instantly-enrapturing bearer of deeply brown eyes.

“Ah, Mr. Tully,” your father remarked, rising from the desk to greet him. “What a coincidence. I was just introducing them to you.”

Angus snorted. “All good things, I hope.”

“You’ve yet to prove us otherwise,” the older man quipped, before quickly turning toward you. “This is my middle child, the one Dr. Woodrup told you about. They’re a sophomore like you, so even though you won’t be in my class together, I’m sure you’ll be seeing a lot of each other.”

Picking up on the hint, you offer the other teenager a hand, which he casually shakes. “Pleasure to meet you, Angus.”

The brunette offered a crooked half-smile, enough to draw one out of you, too. “Nice to meet you as well.” Everything about him seemed natural — the way he didn’t force his grin, the warmth of his palm, the distinct waviness of his mud-shaded curls. This school left you perpetually surrounded by well-off jackasses, standing where they were currently placed via generational wealth, rather than strength and perseverance, working off of their own merits as your father had. Not to say that Tully was dissimilar in that manner, but he just felt so distinctly different, like he was not even trying to cultivate a phony persona in the effort of impressing others. If only everyone were like him. Maybe Barton would be bearable after all.

#angus tully x reader #angus tully #the holdovers 2023 #ziggy writes shit #lyric from the AMAZING temptations song #go stream that if you haven't!#anon request

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royalrebelpropaganda · 3 months

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what you need to understand about duchess is that she thinks she’s a good person. to have a version of duchess that does evil things for the sake of being evil destroys the version of duchess that exists in canon, which is one who makes fun of raven for being “evil,” who “doesn’t associate with commoners,” who, when placed into general villainy, freaks out. she goes to headmaster grimm and says I’m not evil! I’m not evil at all! I’m a good person. and he says of course you are, my dear. of course you are. she has no reason to reflect on her own actions, because her destiny is that of someone who is good, and she is a royal. so she must be exactly like her story says she is. she’s a good person. she is.

#sockspeaks #ever after high #eah #duchess swan

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alice-angel12x · 1 year

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Death is always around the corner

Riddle + Death!Reader

This Death is greatly inspired by the wolf death from Puss In Boots, and Jenny-Jinya kind death. (some headcanons for some of the characters) Riddle, Leona, Azul, Jamil, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Let's set the Scene: Masterlist

Something was off about this Mirror ceremony, Crowley could feel it. But decided to shack it off and continue with the ceremony.

"Ah, my lovely Lord, The noble and beautiful flower of evil, You are the most beautiful, number one in this world. Follow thy heart and take the hand of the one reflected in the mirror. Flames that turn even stars into ashes, Ice that imprisons even time, Great tree that swallows even the sky, Don’t be afraid of the power of darkness, Come now, show your power. Mine, theirs, and yours, There’s only a little time left for us. Do not let go of that hand, at all costs," Crowley chanted as a green flame appeared in the mirror.

As the night continued, all the new students were neatly sorted into dorms. There was just one coffin left, and just as he was about to insert the key to unlock the coffin. The coffin began to thrash and shack, as puffs of blue fire spewed out from the creaks in the coffin. The headmaster quickly stepped away from the coffin when the lid suddenly blasts off its hinges in a blaze of fire.

From the coffin, a grey cat creature with blue fire ears skitted across the ground. The crowd of students stared in confusion till something caught their attention. An eerie whistle could be heard from the smoking coffin. Out from the smoke steeped a mysterious figure. A figure dressed in the school's ceremonial robes stepped out into the chamber. They stood unnaturally still as the hood of their robe completely obscured their face as they continued to eerily whistle.

"U-Um, excuse me young...Um... You could have waited a few seconds longer till I opened the gate. Anyways please present yourself to the dark mirror," Crowley stuttered as he hurried the stranger.

The mirror awakened to look at the figure, and only stared in... fear?

"Ugh, I can smell... a disgusting amount of blot," The figure spat.

💗Riddle Roseheart💗

Riddle didn't really know what to think of this strange student. He never got a good look at them at the ceremony. The only thing they could tell was that they were a wolf beastman of sorts.

And his only other source of info was word of mouth around the school. And hearing that they were a part of the chandelier incident. Riddle already doesn't like them.

luckily he had the fortune to see this mysterious. Upon seeing this student, they looked strange, but he wasn't sure why. Maybe it was cause of how they just stared unblinkingly at him. With an ominous smile on their face.

When Riddle tried to scold the first-year group for all the trouble they have caused. Yet the student who went by Y/n, simply smiled, unfazed by his words.

This greatly annoyed him and he pulled out his magic pen, but in a blink of an eye, Y/n swiped it out of his grasp. He stood in shock as Y/n chuckled and took a sip of their drink.

Freaked out, Riddle decided to just leave. Yet for a week he felt watched, and whistling followed him no matter where he went. And Y/n's silhouette is always just on the edge of his sight.

One late night, Riddle had to drop off small books at the library, when the whistle filled his ears.

"Are you stalking me?" Riddle glared, as he turned to see Y/n resting against a pillar.

"Just observing. It's been a long while since I got a good look at the Roseheart family. And it's a shame to see how far they have fallen," They growled.

"How Dare You! Off with-'' before riddle could even finish his spell. Y/n swiped the pen from the boy's hand. And then quickly pinned him to the wall.

Riddles's heart started to beat insanely fast as he stared into Y/n's blood-red irises.

"Listen very closely, your life is crashing toward a terrible end if you don't change your tune," Y/n growled softly into Riddle's ear.

Riddle shut his eyes tight waiting for the next attack, but nothing came. As he slowly opened his eyes, he gasped when he found himself in his room.

When morning came, riddle ran to the library to apologize for losing the books. To only learn that Y/n had returned them for him.

Assuming it must have just been a dream, he didn't take Y/n's warning seriously. As blot continued to accumulate. Unaware of Y/n watching from a window across the courtyard, as they polish their sythe, with sad eyes.

They watched as Ace fail to properly apologize to Riddle's liking, and quickly banished the 1st years from the dorm. Which lead to this conflict.

As Y/n stood before Riddle and his overblot as he rampaged across the garden. Reading their weapons, preparing to claim Riddle's life before the blot does.

Suddenly, Aduece, Grim, Cater, and Trey stepped forward wanting to save Riddle. Y/n smiled softly as they dashed toward the blot creature to Find Riddle's soul.

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As Riddle slowly came to his dream of memories, he found himself sitting at a party table floating in the darkness. In front of him was a book with his name as the title, and the silhouette of his profile was on the cover.

"Not a good start to life huh," said a voice, causing Riddle to gasp and look up at the source. at the other end of the table was Y/n, dressed in black silk robes. "Strict mother molding you, all the while claiming it is for your own good."

"S-she didn't want me to be a failure like father. He was lazy and couldn't handle the work of a doctor," Riddle said.

"Did your mother tell you that?" Y/n asked as Riddle nodded. '' Then you might want to read this.''

Y/n slid a tray over to Riddle, on it was a book that read Mira Rosehearts, his Mothers name. Riddle looked back to Y/n for an explanation. "Everything your mother had said, done, thought, felt, and heard is documented in this. I recommend reading pages 9131 to 9134."

Riddle quickly read through said pages but slammed it down in anger and disbelief. It read how Riddle's father began to outshine Mira, and when people started to praise him more than her. She divorced and made sure she had full custody of Her son. She vowed to mold him and make him the perfect Roseheart, to outshine everyone else, no matter the cost.

"That is not my mother! You're trying to trick me! Who do you think you are?!" Riddle growled as he stood up from his chair.

"I Have a Beginning, But No End, and I End All Things That Begin. Who Am I?” Y/n asked simply.

"What is this rubbish, the answer is... The answer is," Riddle said slowly as his eyes widened in horror.

"I am Death, straight up," Y/n said as their eyes glowed, causing the boy to fall back into his seat.

"S-so I'm dead?" Riddle asked slowly.

"No, you escape me this time. You are very lucky that some people came to your rescue. Or else you would have died here today," Y/n said as they flipped riddle's book all the way to the back. On the inside of the back cover was a "wanted" Poster.

In bold words on top was Wanted, with Riddle's face printed in the middle. And Dead or Alive is printed at the bottom.

" I would have had you sign, right here,” Y/n said as they tapped over the word Dead. Causing Riddle to gulp nervesly.

"But You attend our school, have I truly escaped you?"Riddle asked nervously.

"Just because I am Death, doesn't mean I enjoy everything it entails. I do not enjoy having to separate families and loved ones. It's just a job that needs to be done," Y/n explained. " And I came here to collect an arrogant little boy, who thinks himself as law and order incarnate. But I can't seem to find him anymore.

Riddle watched as Y/n collected the books and turned to leave, as a door of light appeared.

"You were given a second chance Riddle. Live your life your way for yourself, not how your mother wants you to," Death Y/n said as they stepped through the door.

Riddle finally came too, much to everyone's relief. When everything was set and done. Riddle apologized to everyone and promised to improve on his behavior.

Yet as the days went by, Riddle noticed that Y/n for the most part vanished. He would see them around every once and a while, even Ace, Deuce, and Grim don't seem to hang out with them much.

Grim already spilled the beans on Y/n's identity, and of course, most kept their distance. For who would want death hanging around them.

One day at the reunbirthday party. As All of Riddle's new and old friends gather around his table. Enjoying tea and baked goods, the young dorm leader noticed a lone figure at a table.

Y/n sat alone at one table at the very back of the party, even the tables next to them were empty. As everyone wasn't really comfortable being near them.

Riddle watched sadly as Y/n sat with no snacks, tea, or even company to enjoy. So with a wave of his pen, Riddle levitated a fresh teapot with cups and a large tray of baked goods. As he proceeded to pull out a chair himself at Y/n's table.

Much to everyone's surprise and slight fear. Even Y/n was surprised by Riddle, but they smiled softly as the two began to chat and enjoy the unbirthday party.

But sadly their job here at NRC isn't over yet.

#disney twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twistedwonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #riddle rosehearts #riddle roseheart x reader #riddle x reader #twst riddle #Death!reader

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the-broken-truth · 3 months

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The Prince's Precious Brother [2] - Leona Kingscholar [Platonic Yandere] [Male Yuu]

Summary: Yuu Arisugawa is actually Feore Kingscholar, the Prince of Sunset Savannah who was kidnapped 16 years ago. However, Yuu refuses to accept his true identity and insists on living as Yuu Arisugawa. His friends are shocked to discover that the Prefect of Ramshackle is actually the younger brother of Savanaclaw's Dorm Warden. But why is Leona so angry about Yuu's Choice?

[After The Reveal - Crowley's Office]

The golden glowing eyes of the Headmaster of Night Raven College seemed to have widened behind his ask as he looked at the new body of the Prefect of Ramshackle Dorm, Yuu Arisugawa - who recently found his true identity as Feore Kingscholar, 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah.

Yuu's hair was dark brown and shoulder length with white tips on the ends of his hair; it was currently tied in a back ponytail, thanks to Vil tying his hair back for him since Yuu wasn't as used to having long hair but he didn't have time to cut it at the moment. Unlike the genetic Kingscholar Emerald Eyes, Yuu's eyes were Sapphire Blue instead of the Coal Black that Yuu had when he first arrived at Night Raven College. Yuu's bare chest and abs were on full display since his shirt was too small to fit after transforming, but his pants were still on, just tighter than before.

Crowley looked Yuu up and down before realization hit his face; he'd been overworking a Prince like a slave. He inhaled and exhaled before speaking to Yuu.

"Well, Mr. Kingscholar, it would seem that..." Yuu stopped Crowley from speaking for a while.

"I am not a Kingscholar. I am Yuu Arisugawa, not whoever the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah is or was. Nothing about me, other than my appearance has changed. I'm just here because I need some larger clothes that would actually fit me. and where I can get a pen of my own to funnel my magic properly." Yuu said before lowering his hand with a soft glare in his eyes.

"Well... There are some larger uniforms in the closet behind you; as for a possible pen, I would have to send in a request for some blank pens into which you can funnel your magic. I'll send the letter and the pens shall be here within 3 days. Can you use your magic without a pen?" Crowley asked.

"It's possible but I am going to need some practice to better control my magic. I can keep my magi under wraps, however, so you don't have to worry about me lashing out at students and possibly hurting them. See you later, Headmaster." Yuu said as he turned on his heel, walked over to the closet in Crowley's Office, and took some larger Savanaclaw Uniforms; they appeared to be the only ones that would fit him but he could do something about the color later when he arrived at Ramshackle. He hoped that Grim wasn't freaking out at the moment to find out he had the blood of a certain cat the chimera couldn't stand.

Yuu walked out of the Headmaster's and instantly bumped into someone, he looked up to apologize and came face to face with the green eyes of Leona.

"Sorry about that, Leona, I wasn't looking where I was going." Yuu said before tucking the clothes under his arm as Leona looked at him with a tender smile; which is weird since Leona would always look at him with a teasing smirk ever since Yuu arrived at Night Raven College.

"It's alright, Feore. I was just coming to speak to the crow about some business." Leona said.

"Yuu." Yuu said, causing Leona to look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" Leona asked.

"I explained it to Crowley and I shall explain it to you: I am Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar." Yuu said.

"What are you talking about You are Feore Kingscholar, The 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah. That's who you were born as." Leona said.

"Yuu Arisugawa is who I have been for the past 16 years and that is who I am going to stay as until the day my heart stops beating. I have no intention of changing my name or who I am just because I found out that I am originally from this world and I happened to be linked to the Kingscholar Family by blood. I need to head back to Ramshackle See you later, Leona." With that, Yuu walked down the hall to reach the Hall of Mirrors to reach Ramshackle, leaving Leona standing there with his fangs locked in anger and his fists balled before turning to Crowley's office and slamming the door once he was inside, startling the Headmaster who looked up to face the very pissed off prince.

"Mr. Kingscholar! What can I...?" He was cut off by Leona slamming his hands on the surface of the desk and glaring into Crowley's Golden eyes with his Emerald Green ones; anger evident in his eyes.

"I want you to start a Dorm Transfer, now! My little brother is coming to Savanaclaw with me and he is going to be my Vice Dorm Warden! I want his identity on all of his paperwork and I.D.s to be changed to his real name and I want him to have access to the Kingscholar Account; I have a letter, send it to my home, and have a card delivered here for Feore!" Leona demanded.

"Hm... Welll... I would love to do that, Mr. Kingsholar, but I cannot do that." Crowley said, making Leona even madder.

"Why?" Leona growled out.

"In order for a transfer between dorms to happen, there are several parties involved: the current dorm warden, the possible future dorm warden, and myself. Mr. Arisugawa has indicated that he is not interested in changing anything about his current situation. He has only come here to acquire larger clothes and place an order for a Magic Pen. Although Mr. Arisugawa holds the title of Prefect, he is still technically the Dorm Warden of Ramshackle. If he has no desire to change his position, there is nothing that I can do about it, even if his older relative requests it." Crowley explained.

"Then do something about it! I want Feore in Svanaclaw as soon as possible and if it doesn't happen sooner rather than later, I shall take matters into my own hands, Crowley. Do not test me." Leona said before removing his hands from the desk and marched out of the room towards the Hall of Mirrors to get to the Old Dormitory.

He needed to speak to Feore himself and make him understand that he was the younger brother and needed his older brother's guidance.

He lost Feore once.

He wasn't gonna let that happen again.

[Ramshackle]

"I have to admit, Trickster; altering the Golden Color of Savanaclaw into that lovely shade of Blue really brings out your eyes." Rook said as he watched Yuu use his magic to change the golden color of the Svanaclaw Outfits to a deep blue that matched his eyes,

Yuu looked at himself in the mirror before exhaling and turning around to face the people in the sitting room of Ramshackle; after everything was said and done, all of the other dorm wardens with the exception of Kalim and Leona, along with some of the Vice Dorm Wardens like Rook and Jamil arrived at Ramshackle to check on the one who helped them for so long.

Upon arriving at Ramshackle, Yuu brewed some tea and made some desserts to entertain his guests while he changed his outfits to his liking. Upon arriving into the room, he could smell Jamil in the kitchen [Yes, there is a kitchen in Ramshackle. Small but Functional], while Riddle and his Dorm Mates were enjoying the tea and desserts that Yuu had prepared for him. Vil walked over to Yuu and ran his fingers through Yuu's long dark brown hair.

"I have to say that long hair suits you better now; I have some lovely hair care products that would best aid you in the upkeep of your lovely hair and skin, First Potato." Vil said.

"I thank you, Vil, however, I shall need your hand in learning how to properly use them." Yuu said before sitting on the couch beside Cater who was on MagiCam while recording himself and Yuu's new appearance, telling everyone at Night Raven College that the 'Prefect got an upgrade'. Yuu pinched the bridge of his nose but smiled nonetheless at the fact his friends still saw him as Yuu Arisugawa, not Feore Kingscholar, the 3rd Prince of the Sunset Savannah, or the Younger Brother of Leona Kingscholar. They still saw him as himself and he thanked the Great Seven for that.

Jamil walked out of the kitchen with a plate of food that was composed of meat and vegetables and placed it in front of Yuu before folding his arms and glaring at the Prefect, "You have too much frozen food in there; you need proper meals in your diet, not just the already made stuff you can buy from Sam's Place."

"I know. I know." Yuu said as he stabbed his fork into some of his salad before lifting it to his mouth; just before he could take his first bite...

There was a massive pounding on the surface of the front door of Ramschakle before Ace went to answer the door, before he could ask who it was, Ace was pushed out of the way and Leona stood there with all eyes on him but his eyes were focused on Yuu.

"Feore. We need to talk. Now."

#twisted wonderland #yandere leona kingscholar #platonic yandere #beastman yuu #magic yuu #yandere

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{The Tripple Cone Cup!}

《The royal of the renowned cookie kingdom has arrived!》

"Your highness, we've arrived." Raspberry Cookie states, her chest slightly puffed up in pride for being chosen to protect you and your fellow cookies. What an honor for House Raspberry!

Gingerbrave stood beside you as the two of you watched the clouds fade away and the air blimp slowly falls to the landing area.

"Wow... Everything looks so amazing!" The younger cookie announced. You let out a chuckle, full-heartedly agreeing with him.

With the aid of Raspberry Cookie, your court, and company help you get off the air-ballon. The garb you wore, was hand-made by Mont-Blanc, who had to choose the colors of the outfit to represent your kingdom.

"Sweet mother of dough!"

"No way!"

"Who is that cookie?"

"They look like royalty!"

Other cookies whisper as they see your group.

You do your best to have your head held high, but all you wanted to do was hide.

Ignoring the whispers or glares some of your cookies throw at passersby. You all head inside the arena.

"My goodness, it's been some time, your highness." Elder Sugar Cookie greets you, you nod to her and Financier Cookie.

"It has, it's nice to see you again!" You reply as she smiles at you.

"You must join me later for some scones and such, it would be an honor, truly."

"Of course, but I'm only here as a spectator with my.." You wanted to say, friends, but you remembered the etiquette lessons you forced yourself to learn to appease the elder cookies of the Crème Republic "Court."

"I see, well, please consider my offer when you have the time."

Financier bows respectively at you, holding in her smile as she accompanied Elder Sugar Cookie back to her chambers.

"Ah! The great ruler of the cookie kingdom, I bow to you with the utmost respect!" A new voice states, turning your head, you see a cookie with a microphone in hand.

"Hello, Gelato Tripple Cone cookie, were you the one that sent the invitation?"

"Yes, indeed! I'm surprised, but utterly great full you accepted."

You wave your hand dismissively, "no I should be thanking you. I've never been to such a place before, the island is beautiful."

"I thank you once more, your highness! Please allow me to escort you and your guests to your rooms."

After dropping off the luggage in your chambers, Gelato Tripple Cone takes you and your friends to the spectator's lounge.

(What you didn't know was that it was specifically made for only your group instead of the other cookie attendees.)

Gelato Tripple Cone cookie finishes his speech before he pays tribute to... Well.. You.

"Many gracious thanks for The Royal of The Cookie Kingdom! [Title] (Y/N) Cookie! May we have a few words, your highness?

Gelato Tripple Cone comes to your both, holding the microphone out to you.

You take the mic carefully, the anticipation in the audience could be cut with a knife.

"M-may blessings be upon you, all of you. Whether you win or lose, just know, that you are still the pride of your school. You worked hard to be here, never lose sight of that. G-good luck to you!"

You wanted to hurl, that speech wanted awful.

Excited cheers and scream were heard all over the arena.

The champions of the event bowing to you with respect. "Th-that was beautiful your majesty!!" Tripple Cone cried dramatically.

"Did you see that!'' "I can't believe it!?"

Parfeadia Principle, Crème Kights Preceptor, and Headmaster of Scovilla all stand before you. They bow their heads as their chosen cookies do the same.

"Your majesty, may we humbly request your blessings for our representatives."

Shocked by this, you do your best to not freak out and figure out how to give a blessing without making a fool out of yourself.

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Hazbin Hotel Hogwarts!AU

Tags: Hazbin hotel, Harry potter, The marauders, possible angst, Human AU maybe?? TW opinions. Not proof read.

(may contain unpopular ships)

CONTAINS SPOILERS

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AN: The marauders and Hazbin Hotel are two of my biggest hyper fixations rn. Writing this really knocked me out of my writers block.

feel free to debate about it!

Reminder: I sorted the characters based on the values of each house (it is completely okay to disagree!)

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Hogwarts House Values

Gryffindor - Courage, Daring, Nerve, Chivalry.

Hufflepuff - Hardwork, Patience, Loyalty, Honesty.

Ravenclaw - Intelligence, knowledge, wit, observation.

Slytherin - Ambition, Cunning, Cleverness, Resourceful.

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Hotel inhabitants:

Charlie

Slytherin

Reasoning: Charlie has proven time and time again throughout the series that she is ambitious when achieving her goals. She is always resourceful especially when figuring out how to help others (EX: recruiting the cannibals from cannibal town).

Sixth year. (17)

Has been dating Vaggie since Second year.

Constantly lending out her notes and homework for those who need it.

Everyone in Hogwarts knows her by name because of how well respected and adored she is.

Consistently defends the younger years (first and second years) from the older students.

Attends every single one of vaggie’s Quidditch games.

Vaggie

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: Vaggie is viciously loyal to her girlfriend (Charlie) and always puts her needs in front of her own. Vaggie is also Hardworking when trying aiding Charlie in her crusade.

Sixth Year (16)

Has been dating Charlie since Second year.

Never seen without Charlie.

Has a rough history with Lute, especially because of Second year.

Quidditch Beater

Hufflepuff Quidditch captain.

Alastor

Professor (Previously Slytherin)

Reasoning: I struggled to place alastor between Ravenclaw and Slytherin. However i leaned more towards Slytherin as he is cunning and resourceful enough to manipulate the main cast into making deals with him.

He gives Professor snape vibes idc.

Loves to learn the student gossip so he can later tell Professor Rosie.

Definitely Teaches Defense aginst the Dark Arts

A complete potions master, knows almost every single potion by memory.

Teaches the male students how to be true gentlemen.

Angel dust

Slytherin

Reasoning: Resourceful. He survived Valentino. come on.

Fifth year. (16)

Never seen anywhere without husk.

In this AU him and valentino are Ex’s.

Best friends with Cherri Bomb. He tries to keep a respectful reputation to get her out of trouble when he can.

Has started to Crush on Husk but after what happened with valentino he needs to learn to trust agian.

Husk

Ravenclaw

Reasoning: Has incredible observation skills. He also knows when to keep his mouth shut.

Fifth Year. (16)

After Angel told him about Val he never left Angels side.

Enjoys Cherri but can sometimes find her annoying

Would die to protect Nifty.

Sir Pentious

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: Loyalty. He literally died for the main cast.

Sixth Year (17)

Has a huge crush on cherri bomb but is convinced she doesn’t think he exists.

Enjoys talking to Vox about muggle technology.

Constantly experimenting with magic.

He views Nifty as a younger sister. However he knows damn well Nifty can handle herself.

Nifty

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: Hard worker at the hotel, she keeps on top of making everything clean. She’s also exceptionally patient.

Third year (14)

Complete clean freak. especially within the Hufflepuff dorms.

Constantly getting caught sneaking around after hours.

Chaser (yes. it is terrifying.)

Lucifer

Headmaster (Previously Gryffindor)

Reasoning: He fought for change in heaven, even after falling he showed bravery when taking on his position as the king of hell.

Honestly just wants what’s best for his students.

Constantly talking through problems with his students to aid in anywhere he can.

Close with Rosie so he can get all the gossip.

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Hell inhabitants

Vox

Ravenclaw

Reasoning: It’s vox.

Sixth year (17)

Vox has a fascination with muggle technology.

Alastor used to be his favourite teacher now he’s constantly skipping or ignoring his lessons.

Dating Valentino but is constantly worried Valentino is still in love with Angel.

Finds Angel annoying and whiny.

Valentino

Slytherin

Reasoning: Cunning, Ambitious. This man knows how to get what he wants.

Sixth year (17)

Dating Vox, However he’s only doing it to get back at Angel.

Huge ego.

Excels in potions class (love potions duh.)

Velvet

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: Loyal to Vox and Valentino. She’s hardworking on project she’s passionate about.

Fifth year (16)

Views Vox and valentino as her older brothers.

Vox and Valentino adopted her into their friendship during her first year.

Used to be incredibly close with Angel dust, they would both bitch and gossip. It hurt her a lot when Val and Angel broke up.

Envy’s the friendship between Cherri and Angel.

is actually friends with vaggie.

Carmilla

Professor (Previously Ravenclaw)

Reasoning: In the series she runs her own weapons company. i think that is self explanatory.

The youngest of all the other professors.

Teaches N.E.W.T and O.W.L preparation.

Deeply cares for all her students like a mother however she would never admit it.

Could never have children of her own so she turned to teaching.

Has a soft spot for velvet (i’m a firm believer that velvet is her daughter in the actual series)

Cherri

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: She is insanely loyal to Angel. She’s also always brutally honest with anyone and everyone.

Fifth year (16)

Best friends with Angel, consequently she became really close with husk as well.

Constantly pulling pranks.

Really wants Sir Pentious Help with her pranks but thinks he dislikes her.

Paints her nails in class.

Always gets detention from Zestial. She hates him.

Zestial

Professor (Previously Slytherin)

Reasoning: Zestial was hard to place between Ravenclaw and slytherin but in the few scenes we’ve seen with him i think he embodies cleverness and ambition. (he must be good if Alastor respects him)

Teaches English language (i do NOT care he convinced Lucifer that these young witches and wizards needed a basic education)

Strict yet somehow is one of the favourite teachers (just below rosie)

Incredibly skilled wizard yet the students have never seen him use his wand.

Rosie

Professor (Previously Ravenclaw)

Reasoning: Rosie has proved throughout the series that she is intelligent and has a keen sense of observation. i felt like Ravenclaw really fit her.

Matchmakes students constantly. every seating plan is meticulously arranged.

Will listen to any students problems and aid in the best way she can.

Teaches Herbology and the study of mythical creatures.

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Heaven Inhabitants

Adam

Gryffindor

Reasoning: His ego is way too big to be placed in any other house. (also he ‘sticks it to the man’)

Views Emily as a younger sister.

Best friends with Lute.

Will always defend Lutes actions no matter how drastic.

Gryffindor Quidditch Captain.

Lute

Slytherin

Reasoning: I struggled between Slytherin and Hufflepuff for Lute because of her loyalty. However i feel slytherin fits her perfectly. she’s ambitious, clever and resourceful.

Best friends with Adam.

Used to be best friends with Vaggie up until second year, now she hates her.

Quidditch Beater

Sera

Ravenclaw

Reasoning: Does this one need explaining??

Seventh Year (18)

Top of her classes.

Has a promising career within the future of the ministry.

Sera is very protective of Emily and does not approve of her friendship with Vaggie and Charlie.

Prefect.

Mature for her age, she grew up raising Emily.

Emily

Hufflepuff

Reasoning: Emily is patient and hardworking. She’s especially loyal with her friends and to sera.

In this AU i imagine Emily as a younger sister to Sera.

Emily is only in Second year and is already held to an incredibly high standard because of her sister.

Social butterfly, everyone knows her because of her sister.

Close friends with Charlie and Vaggie, However she also hangs out with lute a lot.

Views Adam as an older brother.

Childish, immature for her age. she didn’t have to grow up.

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Always There - Chapter Ten: S.Snape

Summary: Y/N Potter was left with a baby to care for after her brother and sister-in-law were murdered by Voldemort. One person was there for her, a person she didn’t expect but soon became her comfort person, Severus Snape. During Harry’s third year at Hogwarts and her third year as Herbology professor, a few old friends come around again. Y/N has to handle the feelings of these old friends being around again as well as handle her feelings for a certain potions master all while she tries to hide these things from her godson.

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Pairings: Severus Snape x Female Professor Reader, Potter!Reader x friend!Remus, Sister!Reader x James Potter, Potter!Reader x Friend!Sirius

Chapter Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader(No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, Harry growing up in a loving home, Happy Snape, sappy Snape, not proofread, death, mentions of sad Snape, Voldemort, death eaters

Series Warnings: Female Reader, Potter Reader (No physical description of reader) probably shitty writing, OOC Snape, Harry grows up in a loving environment, mentions of death and murder, poorly written angst, Remus is a shitty friend, poorly written pining,

Please let me know how I can improve my writing and being more inclusive to POC as I am whiter than white. Please also let me know if I have to add more to the warnings! My messages are open as well as my asks!

I am starting a taglist so leave either a comment or something in my asks if you would like to be tagged in any of my works or just this series!

Author's Note: I am going through a bit of a writers block at the moment so please bare with me. If anyone has any ideas they can give me I will gladly take some to see if I can get over this writers block.

Please let me know how I can improve or if you find any errors! Correct me, don't be afraid to! I want to improve my writing and become a better writer so any feedback or advise is welcomed!

Word Count: 1961

My asks are open for questions, suggestions and feedback!

Feedback is welcomed and encouraged!

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Y/N was still anxiously waiting, the sun had set and it had gotten dark and still, none of the Hogwarts champions had emerged from the maze. Finally after what seemed like forever, Harry and Cedric had returned, landing in the middle of the arena for everyone to see. She knew something was wrong right away so she went rushing down to her nephew who was holding Cedric and not letting anyone touch him.

“Harry, my love, what happened?” She asked her nephew softly, knowing if she spoke in a different tone he’d probably freak out. Dumbledore hovering over her shoulder to listen in.

“He’s back, Voldemort is back! He killed Cedric!” Harry cried. Her heart stopped beating for a moment, she nearly collapsed at the news. “Cedric wanted me to take his body back, my parents were there helping me get away.”

With that, everything went black and her body slammed into the ground. Upon seeing this, Severus rushed over asking the headmaster what had happened and why Y/N had fainted. Once Albus told him the news, he nearly fainted himself, the gryffindor boy was merely a child yet he had to witness one of his classmates die right before him, he had to see his dead parents guide him into getting away from the dark lord. And Y/N had to listen to all of this happen to her nephew and there was nothing she was able to do, she wasn’t able to help her nephew and spare him from seeing such a sight.

Severus understood that life wasn’t fair, however, he felt as if the remaining Potters had a worse life than anyone. Y/N had to see her brother and sister-in-law dead as she retrieved her nephew who had been attacked himself, she had all of her friends ripped away from her in a day, she had a child sprung on her when she needed someone the most and she felt like she had nobody until Severus came along. Harry had to grow up without parents or even a parental unit, he was raised as a legend even though the child had no recollection of what had happened to him as a mere 1 year old, he was targeted in some way every year since he started at Hogwarts, no matter what Y/N and Severus had tried to do he was still targeted, a boy of mere 14 having to witness a classmate die right before him and watch as the dark lord rose once more.

Y/N was rushed off to the hospital wing, Severus following after her, Moody taking Harry to his office to calm him. Severus was anxious until Poppy had told him that Y/N was going to be okay, her body was just overwhelmed as her adrenaline dropped quicker than it should have. As he sat at her bedside, he began to wonder why Moody had taken Harry to his office and not the hospital wing. He shot up out of his chair, running to his store, grabbing veritaserum and running to Moody’s office. Albus was already there questioning Moody and knew that the potions master had grabbed the truth serum.

After Severus handed the serum over, he grabbed Harry in a protective manner and pulled him as far away from ‘Moody’ as he could.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Severus questioned the boy, concern laced in his voice and visible on his face.

“I have a cut on my arm,” Harry replied, his voice seeming distant. Severus performed the healing charm on the boy’s arm before pulling him into a protective embrace.

“I was so worried about you my boy, let’s go to the hospital wing, your aunt is there.” The two set off for the hospital wing, allowing Dumbledore and Minerva to deal with Barty Crouch Jr., as they approached, Madam Pomphrey immediately began fretting over the boy, insisting he go lay down on a bed and let her look him over. Harry was about to deny but with one look from his uncle, he backed down and followed the woman. She set him up on the bed next to his aunt, who was still unconscious.

“She should be waking soon, I was able to give her a calming draught a little while ago, it should be kicking in any minute,” Pomphrey told Severus, noticing the worried look on his face.

“Thank you, Poppy,” The man replied, sitting between the Potters and allowing the healer to do her work. As she was finishing her work up on Harry, Y/N began stirring in the bed to the left of him, making both their heads snap in her direction. Harry got out of bed and waited beside Severus, waiting for her to wake up. As her eyes fluttered open, she was met with the only two faces she cared about at the moment, her nephew and her partner.

“Sevvy, Harry! Are you boys okay?” She woke up worried about the pair even though they were sitting right next to her, physically okay.

“We should be asking you that question, love. How are you feeling?” Severus retorted, more worried about her than anything else, Poppy had already cleared Harry telling him that he was physically okay and would only have some bruising for a few days.

“I’m tired, what happened? Did I pass out again?” Y/N asked.

“You did. You really need to stop passing out on me at the end of the school year, this is the second year in a row my love. You need to take better care of yourself,” He lectured.

“Harry, my love, are you okay? Come lay with me,” She brushed off Severus’ comment but took it into consideration seeing that he did have a point. It was the second year in a row where because she wasn’t taking care of herself she ended up passing out at the end of the last term. After suggesting to Harry to come lay with her, the boy did just that and laid beside his aunt who held him to her side tightly. She didn’t want to let go anytime soon and both of them knew that. They were her boys, no matter how old they were, they would always be her boys.

Severus excused himself to go talk to Albus, leaving the aunt and nephew alone in the hospital wing. It was here that Harry felt safe enough to tell her the events of the graveyard, who was there, where the cut had come from and seeing his parents for the first time since the Mirror of Erised. The pair talked about everything, Y/N trying her best to soothe her nephew's worries until they had fallen asleep. Harry being held protectively by his aunt and Y/N holding the boy who always had a special place in her heart, no matter what.

Harry continued to struggle and come to terms with witnessing Cedric’s death. He began to have nightmares every single night, repeating the events of the graveyard. It had gotten so bad that his aunt had taken to staying in his bedroom or he staying in her bedroom every night, so when a nightmare did happen, she was right beside him to help him come out of it. Severus had noticed the dark circles around their eyes, he had noticed that Y/N looked haunted and Harry had seemed dull. It was the first night Severus actually had the chance to stay with the Potter’s since the summer began, helping get the Order back up and running. The three of them having a good day together, Severus taking the pair out to lunch and then going to see a muggle movie after.

Once the trio had gotten back home, Harry put himself to bed, leaving Y/N and Severus up to finally have a chance to catch up. “Have you been sleeping?” Severus asked her bluntly.

“Of course I have, why do you ask?” She replied, confused as to why he asked the question.

“You just look so tired, like you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a while.” And he had a point, she hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in a while. She was already having a hard time sleeping once the triwizard tournament had started, it only continued to get worse.

“I’m fine, I promise, I took a sleeping draught the other night when I couldn’t sleep and you know how those affect me,” She lied to him.

“Don’t lie to me, I know you like the back of my own hand to just tell me what’s going on,” Severus pleaded. Before she could even say anything, Harry began screaming in his sleep.

“No! Don’t kill him!” Harry wailed as Y/N and Severus rushed up to his room. She was the first one in and went straight to his bedside where she gently woke him.

“Harry, you’re okay, you’re safe. It’s time to wake up my love. Wake up,” She repeated this mantra gently in his ear until the boy woke with a start. The second the boy’s eyes opened, he grabbed onto his aunt and cried into her shoulder. “It’s okay Harry, it’s okay.”

“He’s dead because of me. If Voldemort had just killed me, Cedric would still be alive,” Harry cried, his voice muffled by her shirt.

“Don’t you dare talk like that, Harry James Potter! You gave people hope in a time where the wizarding world was hopeless!” She scolded the boy.

“I wish I just died that night with my parents.”

“Please stop talking like that, you deserve the world Harry, you always have,” Y/N was on the verge of tears hearing this come from her nephew’s mouth. Severus touched her shoulder in a silent request to let him take over so she could calm herself down. She nodded, kissing her nephew on the head before leaving to go to her own bedroom. Severus sat with Harry and allowed the boy to tell him everything he was feeling. Once he had all of his feelings off his chest, Severus took over the conversation.

“I understand and know how you’re feeling but please don’t say stuff like that to your aunt. I want you to know that for these nightmares and these feelings, you come tell me, tell me everything that’s on your mind. I felt the things you are feeling now and I get it, and you can trust me when I say that these feelings will pass. You will be happy again, it takes time but you will get there,” Severus explained.

“Will it pass? How can you be so sure?”

“Because I watched people die before me too, I was in your position once, Harry. I saw your mother and father dead and I was upset for a long time. You and your aunt helped me get through that, I may still be a scary professor still but I’m happier now than I have ever been. That is thanks to you and your aunt, you two are responsible for making me happy.”

Harry had thrown his arms around Severus’ shoulders and hugged him tight. The man hugging the boy back just as tight.

“Come on, your aunt is worried about you, let’s go lay with her.” Harry nodded, following his uncle into Y/N’s room where she was curled up on the bed, half asleep. She held out her arms to the pair and waited for them to join her in the bed. The two climbed in with her, Severus behind her and Harry in front of her. She fell asleep sandwiched between her boys, Harry being held tightly by his aunt and Y/N being held tightly by Severus.

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iamyouknow-yours · 6 months

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Marcel is a Mikaelson. He does not have to call himself a Mikaelson as he is fully within his rights to denounce the very toxic family but he is one.

I hate the way the show treated him, I hate the way the characters treated him, and I hate that he is involved with Rebekah. I hate the way he and Hope are only kinda sorta siblings.

1. The show:

So we know Julie Plec is very much a white liberal. We know this. We know she has sexism issues, we know she has racism issues (black women will save us all, really Julie????). I don't know which of her multitude of biases made her (and the rest of the writers) think that the way they wrote Marcel and the Mikaelson's relationships with him, was normal (or like normal in the context of the show). But boy howdy.

The plantation house. We're just going to have the Mikaelsons move into the house where Marcel was owned as a slave????? That's what we're gonna do?????? And where his abusive biological father lived and y'know, abused him. Fucking what the fuck?? I feel like this just epitomises the way the show treats Marcel.

2. The characters:

The family never treats him as part of the family unless they want something from him.

They did not raise him as a son and it is weird and terrible and he was a child!!!!! Why did you adopt him if you didn't want a child???

Why is Klaus so scared of having Hope if he's already had a child?

Why does Klaus treat Marcel the exact same way Mikael treated him just because they're not blood related?? (if they actually explored this it could have been interesting but no they just only half treat Marcel as a Mikaelson).

YOU'RE TELLING ME THEY DIDN'T CHECK?? THEY DIDN'T CHECK HE WAS DEAD????? Not once in the 80+ years did Klaus or Elijah go back to New Orleans or even send someone to fucking check that his SON was really dead??? Didn't think to do that???? No???

3. Rebekah:

Oh my god what do I even say about Rebekah?

They could have at least made her be daggered for the time when he was a child and only meet him when he was already an adult and a vampire because that way she's only technically his aunt and not a full fucking adult who saw him grow up!!!!!!!!

Hope:

Idk man, they were siblings. Let them be siblings. The whole thing in Legacies where the Mikaelsons just kind of left Hope alone? Weird. Bonkers. Batshit. I know it's because they couldn't get the actors but maybe think about that before writing your fucking show my guy.

Or in TO where Hope was just left alone and Klaus was not there as a dad for like 5(?) years.

Hayley was the only good parent on The Originals or Legacies canon, fight me.

(side note, you're telling me Caroline would leave Alaric, Alaric, an alcoholic, vampire-hating, weirdo (Caroline and Alaric being romantically involved briefly WAS WEIRD GUYS, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK HE USED TO BE HER FUCKING TEACHER) in charge of the school for supernatural children??

You're telling me she left him in charge of parenting Lizzie and Josie?? Yeah okay sure.

And look how well that turned out. Locking teenagers in goddamn prison worlds, excellent headmastering there Alaric well done. And just swell parenting of the twins. Favouring Hope over them at all times and letting them bully each other weirdly for years and allowing your mentally ill children to just get more mentally ill from your parenting. Great moves. Very good.

Okay Legacies rant over)

Yeah okay my whole rant is over I think.

TL;DR: Marcel deserved better.

(and so did the kids on Legacies.)

Also PSA, the only reason I have so many feelings about this is because I like the freaking shows okay? I like the characters (except Alaric and Damon and the ones we're supposed to dislike like Mikael and Esther).

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kingschclar · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY SIX — sounding with floyd leech

contains :: gn!reader, sub!floyd, mean!reader, bondage, punishment, overstimulation, edging, vibrators, third year floyd, cock slapping (once)

kinktober mlist!!

Exam season was approaching, and while you weren't overly worried about it, you still had to do revisions for all the topics tested. The third year in Night Raven college was one of the most important years, after all. That combined with being Crowley's helper and taking care of Grim, you were running dangerously low on time to yourself. Floyd, as your boyfriend, wasn't helping much either. In fact, it's almost as if he's been getting more frustrating recently, even going out of his way to get in yours. What happened today, however, was the straw that broke the camel's back.

"Floyd, I'm not in the mood today. Please return that notebook to me," you tried to be patient, knowing that it'd do none of you good if you were to get mad at him. You've already lost at least 3 hours today on the headmaster's stupid errands, and he was just messing around. You also didn't want all the other students around the courtyard to witness your possible outburst. Floyd pouted, the hand with your notebook still raised up high. "Please, I have to study."

"Awww, you're no fun." He sighed but lowered his arm anyway. You thanked the heavens above that he was cooperating with you today, feeling some of your stress dissolve at the act.

Until his fingers loosened their grip.

You watched in horror as the notebook fell backwards, and Floyd spun around quickly, his action unexpectedly pushing the notebook away from him and right into the old well. He looked at you with panic in his eyes, only seeing anger and hurt in yours. A million thoughts raced through your head, but you just grabbed his hand tightly, a visible sneer on your face. "Do you just want my attention? Is this what it's all about?" He tried to tell you that it was an accident, that he wouldn't have done that to you, but you tugged on his arm harshly before he could. "I'll give you my damn attention then, Floyd."

The merman knew where this was going. Obviously, he did, and though he felt bad, he was just a little excited. What would you do to him? How would you act when you're angry? Would you be rougher? Or manhandle him and make even the walls shake?

The moment you got into your room, you pulled out your chair and pushed him onto it, seething as you looked around for something. Probably rope. Bondage wasn't his favourite thing, but it wasn't really up to him to decide what you were going to do at this moment.

As expected, you pulled out a familiar red rope, walking over to Floyd wordlessly before wrapping them around his wrist, then tying them to the back of the chair securely, hard enough to leave marks on his pale, perfect skin. He stayed mostly still the entire time, save swaying just a little and hands trembling just slightly. You took more rope, tying his ankles to the legs of the chairs as well.

“I didn’t want to take this out yet, but…” you grumbled, pulling out a set of rods. Sounding rods. Floyd gulped as he eyed the rods, then you. “These are sounding rods, and they’re supposed to go up and into your urethra.” You almost sounded bored as you moved to unzip his pants. You pulled his cock out, staring at it for a moment as it twitched in your hand. You scoffed, slapping it and drawing a yelp out of the tall man and causing pre to dribble out of it. “You’re a freak, Floyd.” He winced, watching you contemplate for a few seconds before selecting a rod of medium thickness.

You decided that you were feeling generous, practically covering the rod with lube before placing it at the slit of his dick, pushing it in slowly. Floyd let out an awful noise, hands struggling against the rope as he felt the unfamiliar feeling spread through his body. He cried out your name, squirming around like a worm. “Hurts! It hurts!” He complained, yet his cock only got harder in your hand. You spat on it, stroking him harder as you continued inserting the rod till it was all in.

Floyd’s head was thrown back, panting and shaking as he tried to get used to the feeling of the rod in him. It was so foreign, and he didn’t know if he loved it or not. He felt so sensitive, so exposed under your gaze, but it only made him ache for more pleasure. He repeated your name over and over, continuing to jerk around as he pouted at you, hoping that you’d do something instead of standing there, staring at him.

His calls for you finally worked as you got down between his legs, ghosting your fingers over his cock before starting to stroke it once again, watching as your boyfriend tried to thrust up into your hand, sounds that can only be described as pathetic flowing freely from his lips. Such a masochist. “Ah! I’m going to cum!” He sniffled as he met your eyes, seeing that cruel glint in them that he knew too well. You withdrew your hands from him almost immediately, making the eel tremble and whimper. You held back a smile as you leaned up, pecking his cheek.

You pulled out a vibrator out of your pocket, quickly attaching it to his cock before turning it on. Floyd screamed unabashedly, pulling on the ropes harshly and making the chair rock slightly. “I’ll be back soon, Floyd,” you cooed, and he looked at you, eyes wide.

“W-Wait! I-”

“See you later.”

#; — ares’ kinktober 2022 !#; — sealed w a kiss. ares #dom reader #sub twisted wonderland #sub twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland smut #twst #twst smut #sub floyd #sub floyd leech #floyd #floyd leech #floyd smut #floyd leech smut

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bloofinntoona · 1 year

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THE ONE WHERE THE READER JUST DECKS THE GUY IN THE FACE IS SO FUNNY

I don’t want this to be repetitive but could you do one where they’re doing a practice duel in class and she does the same thing?? Like the person the reader is dueling uses expelliarmus and the teacher is just like wait!!! No!!? and the reader questions the difference between hurling a fire ball at a guy vs. punching him

MC did come from years of not knowing how to properly battle using wands so makes sense if they think physical assault combat is prohibited lmaoooo. I'm gonna do a hc pointers and sorry leander stans I'll make him the victim this time.

not copyedited he he he

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Honestly, Defense Against the Dark Arts is one of your favorite subjects. The spells that Professor Hecat teaches you are super helpful in defeating poachers and enemies that stand in your way.

(Plus it's Seb's favorite class too)

Today, the class is revising the Incendio spell, as Professor Hecat put student on a 1v1 dueling battle.

Unfortunately, you got Leander Prewett as your dueling opponent. The Gryffindor boy didn't make a good impression on you during the Herbology class, when he rambled about 'Slytherin using cheap tactics' and that 'he almost bested Sebastian'.

The dueling stage levitates under you, highlighting your duel with Leander

You know it will be a breeze, but you don't want to obliterate your fellow classmate, no sir that will be a ticket to the Ministry

You glanced to the audience and you saw Sebastian's gaze fixated at you, winking as if he's sending a signal -- "You got this!"

The duel starts with basic spells, and heated up as both you and Leander used various charms

Leander had to shout nonsense like, "I'll beat you this time!", "Us Gryffindor fights with valor and pride!" (Pretty sure Seb threw up in his mouth because of this)

Perhaps you've belittled the duel, as a sudden "Expelliarmus!" from the redhead took you by surprise, flinging your wand from your hand, landing just under his feet.

"Looks like I've won! Better than Sallow, I suppose. Maybe I can take you out on a date now, then?" taunted Leander

Before anyone got to utter a single word, you stomped and sucker-punched the boy, giving him the good ol' knuckle sandwich -- knocking Leander out from the stage

The class erupted in a collective gasp

Seb's face was like:

Professor Hecat FREAKED

She rushed to Leander, who was now muttering heinous curses at you. If you are a Slytherin, he definitely doubled-down the insults

You stood there confused, "But I won?"

"Wizards and witches do not fight with combat!"

"But what if I'm cornered?"

"If you are keen on not using your wand, I'd be happy to inform Headmaster Black to send you to a regular school instead. Minus 20 points from (your house). Detention after classes today."

Some of the Gryffindor kids escorted Leander out, still rambling on and on about how you are an "obscene girl"

You won the battle but you lost the war

Sebastian patted your slumped shoulder, "That's my girl"

;) ;) ;) WINK WINK

#hehe #thanks anon for asking me #i had fun #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow fanfic #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow x f!reader #ask

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mysteryshoptls · 1 year

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SR Grim Ceremonial Robe Personal Story: Part 1

"Together like this forever."

Part 1 (Part 2)

[Ramshackle Dorm – Anniversary Party]

Grim: Maan, that crazy long ceremony's finally over…

Grim: The Headmaster's speech was longer'n usual, bleh. How can he talk that much?

But weren't you sleeping the whole time anyway?

Grim: That's ‘cause I'm not interested in anythin' boring.

Grim: 'Sides, I wasn't the only one sleeping during the Founding Day Ceremony.

Grim: Leona was over there, totally passed out.

Grim: Since he's a Dorm Leader, he had to sit in the special row up at the front, but he still just napped through it…

Grim: And you saw how he ignored it when anyone tried to tell him off, right? So I did way better than him.

Grim: ...And when it came to the Dorm Leader greetings, all he said to everyone was "Glad you all could make it. That is all."

Grim: I know I hate long speeches, but that was waaay too short. I wonder why'd they let him get away with that?

Grim: On the other hand, Vil's speech wasn't too long, and it wasn't too short. It was juuust right. But…

Grim: When he was saying, "This year, we all should strive to not bring shame to our standing as a Night Raven Collect student!" he had that really scary look on his face.

Grim: But all the Pomefiore guys were just star-struck, hanging on to each of Vil's words.

Grim: Like Rook, when Vil finished his speech, he just stood up and applauded.

Grim: Vil looked like he didn't really like it, saying "Don't be so dramatic," but Rook didn't care at all…

Grim: He just threw flowers onto the stage Vil was standing on.

Grim: And maybe he didn't throw flowers for the other Dorm Leaders, but each time, he'd shoutout, "Beauté!"…

Grim: And he just kept going on and on praising them with real big and difficult words. How can he even come up with all those things to say?

He really livened up the ceremony.

Grim: You think…? Rook's a real weird guy.

Grim: Ah. But if we're talking weird, there's Idia, too.

Grim: There was a tablet on his chair, so I thought he wasn't gonna show up, but then…

Grim: Just as the ceremony was about to start, did you see how Ortho was dragging him in? I couldn't stop laughing!

Grim: He was flailing, all, "I don't wanna!" but then Ortho said somethin' to him, and he calmed down after a while.

Grim: Then he curled up on his chair and didn't look up once, but hey, at least he sat up front, I guess.

Grim: …And it looks like he just played a recording for his speech.

Grim: But Ortho just looked so happy, yanno. I was sitting near him, and…

Grim: He'd just keep boasting, saying, "Isn't my brother cool!?" I don't see it!

Grim: Me 'n a few others were snickering about it, and all of a sudden, there was this purple light on Ortho's collar that started to glow…

Grim: Some kinda countdown started, it kinda scared me!

Grim: Everybody else also freaked, so we all said sorry, and it disappeared, but… What was that countdown for, you think?

Might be better to not think about it…

Grim: You're probably right…

Part 1 (Part 2)

Requested by Anonymous.

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst grim #twst yuu #twst translation #mention: leona #mention: vil #mention: rook #mention: idia #mention: ortho

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wreckingtickles · 3 months

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The Tree (NSFW)

A "sequel" to @sallage's ask. We could also call it "The Plagiarism" because the inspiration for this one is transparent lol

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Bakugo watched the wheel spin with powerless horror. It had only been a few days, but he'd already memorized the words on every single slice, as well as their order, and they were cryptic enough to let his mind run wild. The Hug? The Egg? The Machine? He doubted they'd be better than the sessions he'd already endured, but he had to hope they wouldn't be worse.

The wheel began to slow down, so the tags became readable again. It inched past The Kennel... past The Box... and stopped on The Tree.

Bakugo immediately glanced at Deku, but his deranged face had the usual ecstatic expression when the wheel spun.

"The Tree it is," he announced. He mirthfully strode towards Bakugo, who lunged at him, fully knowing it was useless. With superhuman speed, Deku dodged, unhooked Bakugo's chain, and dragged him out of the room. Bakugo dug his heels, fought with everything he had, but he already knew there was nothing he could do against the villain's superhuman strength.

"Even after All Might gave me his Quirk," monologued Deku, casually dodging a kick from behind, "I kept believing you. That I was worthless, and unworthy of UA. Remember when you said that even a hamster could have a good enough Quirk to become headmaster, which made me worse than a rodent? You made me eat the class hamster's sawdust after that. I know you don't remember and are not sorry, I'm a psychopathic freak after all, isn't that what you said? Anyway, that incident made me curious about non-human Quirks. Animals can have them, sure, but I wondered, what about trees? So I got myself one."

Deku swiped a badge in front of a metal door, which lifted to reveal an underground greenhouse. Amidst a plethora of illegal plants, what stood out the most was a large tree stump, roughly 8 feet tall and 10 feet wide. But the unnerving thing was that the tree stared back: two thin fissures opened on its trunk, resembling a pair of eyes regarding Bakugo with cynical amusement. A third crack below the other two arched slightly upwards in a mockery of an eerie smile.

Distracted by the creepy sight, Bakugo didn't notice Deku attaching his chains to a hook until a machine started buzzing and the chain began to be pulled upwards, and, despite his struggling, Bakugo with it. He kicked and thrashed, but he couldn't stop himself from being hoisted off the ground, some 15 feet up. Deku just watched him dance, sensitive bare soles swinging wildly, his chiseled, ticklish upperbody stretched out and made vulnerable by mother gravity.

As he rose through the air, Bakugo got a view of the evil stump from above, and noticed that it was filled to the brim with red goo. Was it... was it acid? Had Deku finally decided to do away with him? His fighting and muffled cries doubled as the winch positioned him so he was dangling directly above the tree.

"Take it easy champ, it won't hurt you... not in the conventional way," assured Deku. "But I'm feeling merciful today. If you apologize for shattering my self-confidence and denying me UA, I will leave you alone for today."

Bakugo yelled into his gag.

"No? Oh, what a glutton for punishment you are. If you change your mind, just say so!" trilled Deku before pulling a lever. With a clanging sound, Bakugo began to descend towards the stump.

Deku slapped his forehead. "I almost forgot!" He walked over to a camera mounted on a tripod and turned it on. "Wouldn't want to disappointed the viewers at home!"

Bakugo's curses were muffled by his gag, but the general meaning transcended language. He contracted his abdominal muscles and began to swing back and forth while rapidly descending towards the goo, swinging a little farther each time, until he hooked his big toe to the very edge of the trunk, struggling to regain his balance, but ultimately succeeding. With a triumphant bellow, he turned toward Deku. He was smiling.

Suddenly, Bakugo felt a grip on his ankle, which pulled him towards the goo. He lost his precarious balance and his foot broke the surface of the goo. And the goo shifted to welcome him, extending tendrils that wound around his ankles and tried to pull him down into itself, but the chain held fast, the winch having stopped its descent. No matter how hard Bakugo pulled, he couldn't break the goo's grip.

Wrapped up in the effort to escape, he didn't see them at first, but he certainly felt them: an onslaught of ticklish sensations originating from his soles and crawling up his nervous system, burrowing into his brain.

He froze for an instant as he fought the overwhelming urge to laugh. The goo had extended a myriad of tiny hands which scratched, gently but furiously, at the entirety of Bakugo's feet, heel, arch, ball, under and between his toes, the sides, the tops, up to the ankle...

The sensation was horribly intense right off the bat, targeting one of Bakugo's worst spots without Delu's usual build-up, aiming to break him as quickly as possible. His crinkled eyes shot a hateful glare at Deku, who was enjoying the view with an eager smirk.

"Had I been in your shoes, I would have said anything to spare myself another round of torment, but I guess you're too headstrong or too stupid for that. Enjoy!" taunted Deku as he pulled the lever again, restarting Bakugo's slow descent.

The tendrils crawled under his sweatpants and up his calves, a bearable form of tickling compared to the inferno that was ravaging his feet, but Bakugo knew he couldn't hold it much longer. He'd normally be screaming insults at this point, but the muzzle only allowed him to fill the chamber with wrathful moos.

But if he was still able to fight the surge of hysteria bubbling up inside him when the tiny hands reached the top of his calves and his knees, he had no choice but to let out one last desperate howl before breaking into a staccato of muffled hysterics as the hands climbed up his thighs, the gentle, quick, omnipresent touches wreaking pure havoc on his inner thighs in particular.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHH!!!! MMMHMH!! MHMH MHMHHHHHHH!! MHHHH MHHHHHHH!!!"

The stump must have been able to hear, because it seemed as though that's what it had been waiting for: it produced larger hands that ripped the pants off Bakugo's madly struggling form, leaving him completely naked.

The noise behind Bakugo's muzzle grew even more shrill, not because his private parts were particularly ticklish - at least that he'd been spared - but because they didn't quite feel private enough when taken by storm by an army of arms, with a few cellulose brushes and feather-like appendages thrown in for good measure - oh yes, apparently the gooey fucker could create those too.

As soon as it realized that Bakugo's sunflower wasn't ticklish, the tree enveloped it in a layer of good that proceeded to massage and suck, giving the defeated hero war flashbacks from the Milkman.

"To think that you could put an end to this if you only apologized..." tutted Deku. "Or maybe you have come to like it. Could have fooled me."

Bakugo knew Deku's game, he knew that if he tried to apologize (not like he'd ever stoop so low), Deku would pretend not to understand him and keep doing exactly what he was doing. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction.

So he kept sinking as the tree kept ravaging all accessible areas, latching onto his hips, sides, and abs, cruelly testing out the methods that would ensure the highest percentage of hysteria; meanwhile, the goo around his shaft kept working its magic, and Bakugo's body began to respond accordingly - a matter of hydraulics, really.

"Right, you're a grower. Come on, you can at least hold out until you're fully inside, can't you? 'Cause you know you'll be even more fucked afterward. It's just friendly advice, really."

Bakugo could no longer see Deku through the mist of ticklish tears, and if he could, he didn't know whether to try to hold his gaze or to look away to keep him from seeing the torment reflected on his face.

"MMMMMHHHH!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMHH MHMHHHHH MHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

It was too much. The tree had latched onto his ticklish feet from the get-go, but the copious attention to his thighs was new and unwelcome. Between the hands, the arboreal brushes, and vegetal feathers, there must have been 20 appendages tormenting his inner thighs alone, from the spot where the decent man's boxers ended to the very intimate juncture of leg and crotch, to say nothing of the myriad more cupping, titillating his balls, his firm glutes, going so far as to feather his crack, the rising mound of his ass, the groin creases, none of which helped him resist the suction's charm, and up, up, crowding his abs, crawling up his sides...

And then they reached them.

"MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! MMMMMHHH MMMHHH MMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Deku had schooled Bakugo in just how ticklish his body was and where in the most hands-on way possible, so Bakugo knew to fear it: the moment the goo would get a hold of his ribcage.

The despair in his shriek when the hands began scratching at and pressing into his lower ribs was complemented by the tears that streamed freely as he shook his head, a ferocious rejection of an inescapable reality.

That muffled scream was Bakugo's admission of defeat, though he hadn't realized it yet. Time was measured in ounces of hysteria as he kept sinking ever so slowly, more and more of his ribcage accessible to the degenerate stump, unbearable, unbearable!!

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHH!!!! MMMMHHHHOOOOOO!!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!”

And yet he kept sinking, allowing the goo to reach his chest, work his nipples, and finally invade his armpits, feather his neck…

Bakugo was too overwhelmed with full-body tickling to notice how close he’d gotten, and suddenly his whole body lit up with pleasure, each slight touch contributing to his agony momentarily blossoming into choking bliss as the tree drained him…

And then it was gone, leaving in its wake a mantle of hypersensitivity that broke what little willpower and cognition were left in Bakugo.

“MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! MMMMMMMMHHHHHWWWHIIIIII!!!! MMMMMMMMMMMMWWWWOHHHHHHHWWWWWWWWIIIIIIIIIIHIHIHHIHIHI!!!”

He fought so hard against his muzzle for the privilege of apologizing, turning compliant as his nervous system was overloaded, forgetting it was all a ploy, that there was no chance his torment would end for many, many more hours.

Deku smirked. He reached for the control panel and pressed a button. The winch released Bakugo’s chains, causing him to sink fully into the goo.

“I know you can’t understand me, but regretfully, I have to go, got a full day of scheming ahead of myself. I’ll be back in… oh, who can tell? I’m such a busy man! But don’t worry, I’ll find the time to watch the stream. Hope you enjoyed your climax, ‘cause you’re going to get a loooot more.”

Deku had to yell to be heard over Bakugo’s demented hysteria, but he knew that his former bully was in no condition to make sense of his words. He should have been annoyed, maybe he should punish him for it? But how delightful to know he was so unberable ticklish, and to put that knowledge to the test.

Deku reluctantly made his way toward the exit, but stopped before the automatic door closed behind him. “I forgot to mention that touching that goo makes you more sensitive… like, much more sensitive. But I’m sure you’re beginning to figure it out for yourself.”

But Bakugo was too far gone to notice that, yes, his thighs felt just as ticklish as his ribs, to say nothing of what was going on ever further down, and he would be horrified if he could ponder that meant that his ribs would also get more sensitive, and not just that, that his entire body would grow so maddeningly responsive that a single finger running down his back could reduce him to ticklish tears, but it wouldn’t be one finger, no, thousands, everywhere, for hours upon hours, past the brink of madness, and still barely the beginning of his expiation.

#mha tickle #bnha tickle #tickle content #tickletorture #tickle fic #spicy content #ticklish!bakugo #ticklish!bakugou

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patrophthia · 7 months

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part 2 of meowtoos please!!!!

i didn’t expect people to actually like meowtoos 😭😭 but here you go!!

does it pawther you? | regulus black

pairing: regulus black x you

genre: fluff, love confessions, stupid pranks TT

part of my 1k celebration event !

It’s as you’re sneaking into the announcer’s booth, with the help of Regulus’ brother did you second guess yourself. This was a bad idea, right?

You glance at the fake tattoo on your hand, the orange cat staring back at you with its large green eyes. You’re an actual idiot. But you’re at the booth now, so you might as well do what you came to do.

The game is ending soon, the entire pitch watching the seekers chase after one another with bated breath. The crowd watches as Regulus dives for the snitch, a hand outstretched as you find yourself in front of the announcer’s microphone.

There’s announcer’s breath hitches, and suddenly everyone’s cheering; hoards of green and silver excited clapping with bright smiles.

“And it looks like my beloved fiancé has caught the snitch!” You say loudly, and mentally prepare yourself for what’s to come next. “Regulus, how proud I am to be able to call you the love of my life.”

Regulus’ eyes are wide when they find you standing at the booth. Him being your fiancé was not what he signed up for. And he definitely did not agree to you calling him the love of your life.

Sirius is cackling with James somewhere in the booth, finding the situation all too amusing. “They’re so stupid,” Sirius laughs loudly, clutching at his stomach as you cringe at your own words. “They’re worse than us.”

There’s commotion from outside the booth, Regulus flying over to you; and with what little adrenaline he had left from the game. Regulus pulls you onto his broom with him, a hand reaching to wrap around you securely as you try not to freak out. What the fuck was going.

Regulus flies to the middle of the pitch; all eyes on the two of you and began proclaiming his love. He was not going to lose to you of all people. He grabs at your hand and winks at you before dipping his head down to kiss at your skin, right above where the tattoo sat.

“My love,” he starts, and you fight the urge to knock him off his broom. “How glad I am to forever be binded to you.”

Yuck! Disgusting.

“And I; you,” you retorted and when Regulus rolls his eyes at your word, a bashful smile lingering on his lips, you’re glad no one notices it.

The aftermath of your ‘prank’ is not as funny as you’d hoped for it be. The two of you being called to the Headmaster’s office for a long —and you mean long— scolding before being let out.

The sun has set when Dumbledore finally lets the two of you go, a disappointed look clear on his face as finally dismisses you. Okay, maybe you went a bit over board with your prank.

And when you eye the spot where the tattoo previously resides to find it now empty; everything feels just a little too much.

The school is still alive in the dead of night, rumors being spread through every corner and it seems as though the consequences of your action were catching up with you.

As if it wasn’t bad enough you got yourself into this mess, you just had to drag Regulus into it with you.

It’s quiet as you trekked back to your dorms. “I’m sorry,” you began, voice low, “I really should’ve thought it through. If I had just— backed out, you wouldn’t have gotten in trouble.”

“Don’t be,” he tells you, “for what’s it worth, it was the most fun I had in a long time.”

You’re holding yourself back from saying something, from apologizing again, and again, and again. And he appreciates your efforts, especially when there was no reason for you to apologize to him.

“Really?” You ask him instead. “Even if people think we’re engaged to one another now?”

“Mhmm,” he hums, a small smile appearing on his lips. “Especially so.”

You’re quiet for a second. “Especially so?” Regulus hums again. “It doesn’t bother you?” You ask him and he shakes his head ‘no’. “Not even a bit?”

“No,” he says. “Should I be?”

“Maybe,” you mutter, “girls might— you know, not ask you out because they think we’re together and stuff. That doesn’t bother you?”

“No,” he tells you, focus fully on you, “I’m not really interested in any of them so it’s not really any of my concerns.”

“Oh.”

“I’m interested in someone else.” Oh.

The lines are easier to read when it’s laid out in front of you. Each syllables, waiting to be spelled out to form a sentence that is easier to understand that it is to breathe.

You swallow thickly, eyes meeting his. “Really?”

You’re not asking for much, just a word, a confirmation, a confession.

“Yeah,” he says, and it’s airy; as if it was stuck in his throat, only slipping for the purpose of you hearing it and you only. “Is it obvious?”

“It never was before,” you tell him, “but it is now.”

Regulus contemplates his words for a good minute before he settles on: “does it bother you?”

“No.” Your voice is faint, soft, intimate; just barely above a whisper and it’s dull compared the rapid beating of both your hearts. “Not even the slightest bit.”

— from bee: not sure if i like this v much, maybe ill comeback to this in the future :/

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