#they’re duelling

[i-was-today-years-old-when]

i learned what was the strangest execution in history

Contrary to the popular belief, people don’t always die when they’re killed.

This is Tyburn Tree, London’s largest site for public hangings from at least 1177 until 1798, when Newgate Prison became the new home for this macabre form of entertainment.

Out of the thousands executed there, one famous case was that of a William Duell. Indicted on charges of rape, robbery and murder, the 17-year-old Duell was eventually convicted of rape and sentenced to death. On a bitter winter’s day in November 1740, the condemned youth faced the noose at Tyburn alongside four others.

After being hanged for twenty-two minutes, he was cut down and his body hauled into a hackney coach, to be taken to Barber-Surgeons’ Hall, where his body would be dissected for the purposes of medical research.

The surgeon and his assistants got a surprise when they placed the corpse on the slab though… it groaned. Further examination revealed some other signs of life, so they let several ounces of blood and after a while, he was able to sit up, though it was a while before he could do anything else.

He was then transported to Newgate Prison where he was held up in a cell and given broth and covers to keep him warm. In a matter of days he was reported to be back to full health, and had developed a strong appetite. During this time, the powers that were had to decide what to do with him.

After all, he was legally dead.

In the end, to avoid making a mockery of the law and to curb the spread of the knowledge that it was possible to survive hanging, they decided to sentence him to transportation. He was sent to North America and reportedly lived out the rest of his life in Boston, before dying at around the age of eighty-two.

#today i learned #facts #truth #history #justice

[colossalsquidz]

I think my favourite piece of symbolism in rgu will always and forever be the carousel in episode 39. In the intro, you get this awesome shot of Utena and Anthy riding on horses through the sky, and throughout the whole show you’re waiting for that moment to come to fruition.

Horses, of course, are heavily linked to the idea of the prince. Dios is described as a “prince on a white horse,” Touga explicitly states that horses are part of the “prince” persona, Akio and Touga both ride with Utena on a horse when they’re trying to be her prince. And as the protagonist, most viewers will be rooting for Utena to get her own moment of heroism. To break away from Akio’s abuse and become the gallant prince she’s always dreamed of being.

However, when Anthy stabs Utena, this dream is shattered. She says, “You remind me so much of Dios when I loved him. But you can never be my prince, because you’re a girl.” An intentionally cruel jab, rubbing salt in the wound. But also showing Anthy’s mindset, fear of being abused again by someone who wants to trap her in a power dynamic. She loves Utena and believes she is genuinely trying to help her, but still can’t trust her.

This is when the carousel appears. The same motif of the white horse, but this time a crude plastic simulacrum, going around and around in circles. Utena has been sold the idea of the prince as a way to claim autonomy in a patriarchal society, but in the end the “prince” in power only wants to keep everything in eternal stasis. The flying horses in the sky were always a pipe dream, because that’s not what it means to claim power within the framework of this system. A carousel can never advance. A prince can never truly smash the world’s shell, just accumulate power within it.

The nature of the carnival ride and the children’s laughter in the background are also important here, almost mocking Utena in her lowest moment. It reminds me of Akio’s statement that she was merely “playing” at the duelling game, like all this was some childish power fantasy. But we know that’s not true. That’s why Utena is able to pull herself up and make her way to Anthy’s coffin. Dios is the one riding the carousel here, offering Utena false platitudes and beckoning her to accept the way things are, join him in going around and around for eternity. However, Utena’s desire to help her friend trumps her desire to be a hero. To help Anthy has always been her main driving force, and Akio is so cynical that he can’t understand that someone might want to help for purely selfless reasons. Ultimately, this is his downfall.

When the curtain falls and the prince is revealed to be a child on a plastic horse, Utena is disgusted by the farce and accepts the painful reality of her identity being ripped from her and discarded. Because being the prince was never Utena’s goal, it was a means to an end to help Anthy from the very beginning.

#rgu #utena #revolutionary girl utena #sku #retreading a lot of ground with the ‘prince bad’ stuff #but I just love the imagery of the carousel and wanted to discuss it

[cursedonyx]

So I had a little realisation about our favourite freckled heathen and his unending cheer and charm.

I think we can all agree that part of Sebastian’s allure is that he is so resolutely cheerful, especially in the first half of the game. He’s upbeat, charming, cheeky and extroverted, always smiling and willing to help. He loses the duelling match against you in DADA with more grace than a 15–16-year-old should reasonably have (especially considering Ominis is absolutely steaming in the background because Hecat almost made him fall over) and he’s willing to take the fall for you in the library, being cheerful with you again the next time you meet.

Sure, he has his moments, like when Solomon yells at him. But instead of engaging in an all-out brawl or screaming match, he removes himself from the situation and asks for a moment alone, presumably to calm down. A very mature thing to do.

It’s only when the relic (and likely Slytherin’s book as well) corrupts him that we see him be more on edge, snappier, more prone to temper.

Sebastian’s constant cheer and charm would lead a lot of people to think that he’s unbreakable, that he could be run over by a rampaging hippogriff and he’d just dust himself off and carry on with a smile and a laugh. And he probably would.

The thing is, that kind of constant cheer is likely down to his highly abusive childhood.

Hear me out.

We know that his parents died before he and Anne got their magic, which, according to canon, is usually around seven years old. So they would have been six or younger when their parents died, but for some reason, I think of it as being about five. Old enough to have precious memories of their parents, but still very young and impressionable.

We all know that Solomon never wanted to take the Sallow twins on, and harbours some insane resentment to the situation they’re in: an ex-Auror now living alone and essentially working as a farmer (he can be seen tilling the fields in Feldcroft) suddenly lumbered with two very small children who have just suffered massive emotional trauma, and he’s not equipped to deal with that. So he takes it out on Sebastian, who resembles the brother he presumably strongly disliked.

Whilst Anne is said to have been the most mischievous one out of her, Sebastian and Ominis, I think Sebastian is the most emotional. He likely would have been prone to let his feelings show, especially as a child, but Solomon wouldn’t have wanted to or been able to deal with that.

The thing is, resolutely tough, cheerful people have often been taught from a very young age that their negative emotions aren’t important. That their feelings are a nuisance. That they will be punished for expressing them, whether that’s through physical correction, emotional manipulation, or the removal of affection/attention. I fully expect that the grieving young Sebastian will have been told by Solomon to shut up and sit down and stop snivelling, or to behave, or to act like a man because he didn’t want to deal with it.

Sebastian will have learned to hide his negative emotions, supressing them in favour of trying to be happy to keep Solomon happy; a far preferable situation for him than antagonising the angry man who’s been angry since his parents died. It's possible Sebastian tried to be strong for Anne as well, who I expect would have withdrawn a lot, and as he loves her so much, he would want his twin to be happy, so he was happy for the both of them and did his best to cheer her up.

Being cheerful is safe. Being cheerful is a kind of protective blanket. Because if he lets himself feel all the hurt and the scary and the bad, he won't know how to handle it, so he doesn't. He just keeps smiling.

Sebastian will have unintentionally learned from a young age, or been deliberately trained to hide or mask his negative emotions at all costs, because the price for displaying them has always been serious consequences. But because he bottles it all up, when he breaks, he breaks hard. When his last-ditch attempt to save Anne with the relic fails, he breaks. Every bit of strength he had is gone, and he's left scrambling in an unfamiliar overload of pain and panic.

And when he has some time to think it through, the effects of the relic wearing off, he's truly remorseful for everything and eternally grateful that you're still his friend. Even before then, when you have to decide whether or not to turn him in, he tells you he's glad he met you, trying to fall back on those last threads of positivity that have held him up before.

That poor lad needs as much love and therapy as our lil blind bestie does.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #ominis gaunt

[ahlyasimps]

Two is Better Than One [S.S.] & [O.G.]

Pairing: Ominis Gaunt x Sebastian Sallow x GN Reader Summary: When you smell two unique scents in the Amortentia Potion, you wonder how you'll ever be able to decide between the two. But maybe you don't have to. A/N: Requested by nikathingz! I have two nostrils, one for each scent and I'll be putting them to good use. 

Professor Sharp stood at the front of the classroom, a twinkle in his eye as he surveyed the eager faces of his students. "Today, we will be learning about one of the most powerful potions in existence," he announced. "The Amortentia Potion."

Everyone murmured excitedly, leaning forward in their seats as Professor Sharp began to explain the properties of the potion. You were equally as excited, after all this was the famed "love potion". "As you all know, the Amortentia Potion is a powerful love potion that produces a scent unique to each person who smells it," he said. "It's important to remember that this potion is not to be taken lightly, and can be dangerous if misused."

You listened intently as Professor Sharp described the ingredients and the brewing process for the Amortentia Potion. Your curiosity growing, what would you smell you wondered? You spotted movement out of the corner in your eye and turned to look at one of your desk partners. Sebastian Sallow, notorious troublemaking student and an incorrigible flirt. The two of you and Ominis Gaunt who was seated to your left had been friends for years at this point. They're both handsome in their own way, Sebastian had this youthful charm to him while Ominis was more refined and cold.

You admired Sebastian's skill and determination, and the way his eyes lit up when he talked about another late night trip down to the library or recounted one of his many duelling feats. But there was something about Omnis that intrigued you too, he might have seemed colder at first but he was probably one of the funniest people you knew. Always ready with a quick retort whenever the two of you banter.

Professor Sharp's voice drew you out of your reverie. "I'll demonstrate to you all the brewing process." He said, carefully measuring out the ingredients and explaining the steps as he went. Everyone watched in awe as the potion began to take shape, a shimmering pearlescent liquid that everyone was leaning forward to get a better look at. You could hear people whispering behind your back, wondering if they would get a chance to smell it.

"Now, who would like to volunteer to smell the potion and describe the scent?" Professor Sharp asked.

Several hands shot up, and the professor selected a Hufflepuff student named Lenora. She approached the potion with trepidation, inhaling deeply as she took in the scent.

"It smells like…old books and metal," she said, her eyes widening in surprise. "And there's something else…I can't quite put my finger on it."

Professor Sharp nodded approvingly. "Very good, Lenora. 10 points for Hufflepuff. That's exactly the kind of response we're looking for. Remember, the scent of the Amortentia Potion is different for everyone, depending on what they find most attractive."

The rest of the class took turns smelling the potion, each one describing a unique and intoxicating aroma. The air was thick with excitement and anticipation. As Ominis was sat to your left, when the potion came around, he would be the first to have a go between the three of you. 

Finally, it was your turn. You took a deep breath and leaned over the potion, inhaling deeply. As you did, a rush of sensations flooded over you. You smelled the sweetness of cinnamon and vanilla, but there was something else too. A hint of musky scent that was familiar, yet foreign at the same time.

You looked around the room, trying to find the source of the scent. And that's when you saw him. Sebastian Sallow, sitting only to your right, his eyes fixed on you. Suddenly, everything made sense. You had always been drawn to him, and now you knew why. You were in love with him.

But as you turned to ask Ominis what he smelled, you caught a whiff of a new scent in the potion. It was his scent. While different from Sebastian's, it was equally as alluring. It was the scent of freshly cut wood, mixed with a subtle hint of cologne and was.. that peppermint? Your heart skipped a beat as you realized that you were in love with him too. But this was a rare case, normally people only smelled one scent belong to one person. You smelled two unique scents in that potion.

You looked back and forth between Sebastian and Ominis, feeling torn. How could you choose between them? They were both so different, yet both equally amazing in their own ways. Ominis was still staring off looking contemplative but as if sensing your eyes, he looked in your direction.

"Is everything alright?" he asked, his voice low.

You hesitated, unsure of what to say. How could you possibly explain what you had just realized? But before you could respond, the bell rang, signalling the end of class.

"Alright everyone, that's all for today. You're dismissed!" Professor Sharp said, breaking you out of your thoughts.

You gathered your things, still feeling a bit dazed from the experience. As you walked out of the classroom, Sebastian and Ominis fell into step beside you, both looking at you expectantly.

"So, what did you smell?" Sebastian asked, grinning.

You looked at him, then at Ominis, and finally back at Sebastian. "I smelled cinnamon, vanilla, freshly cut wood…and cologne," you said, trying to keep your voice steady.

Sebastian's grin widened. "Interesting. I smelled cologne and wood too, but also a hint of [your favourite shampoo scent]."

Ominis stayed quiet, but you all continued walking in silence for a few moments, he spoke up. "I smelled vanilla, cinnamon and [your favourite shampoo scent]."

Silence once again engulfed the three of you as you all took time to process this new information. You couldn't help but feel like everything had changed.

"I don't know what to do," you admitted, feeling lost. "I don't want to hurt either of you." How could you possibly choose between two people that you cared about so deeply? It didn't seem fair to either of them.

"What if... you don't have to?" Sebastian said cautiously. "I mean I'll just come out and address the troll in the room since none of us want to say it out loud. We all smelled each other in that potion, didn't we."

"We did." Ominis replied, understanding where Sebastian was going. He made a move as if to reach for your hand and you met him halfway before grabbing Sebastian's hand too.

"3 people dating each other? This is really going to piss off the Gaunts." You said feeling laughter bubble up inside you.

"An unexpected perk." said Ominis, his lips forming a small, but fond smile.

Sebastian look at you both with obvious affection in his eyes, glad you were all on board with the idea.

And as you felt the warmth from both the boys beside you, you knew this is where you belonged. Where the three of you belonged. In each other's arms.

#ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt x reader #ominis x reader #ominis gaunt imagines #ominis gaunt imagine #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow imagines #sebastian x read #sebastian sallow imagine #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagines #hogwarts legacy imagine #sebastian sallow x ominis gaunt x reader #sebastian x ominis x reader #sebastian x reader

[h0nkch0c0late]

ahhh stop ur gen v fics are too good. Maybe could you write abt reader having some sort of like super scream powers and they’re dating Jordan

You're too nice, anon 😭😭🫶🫶 also when you said super scream powers I immediately thought of the girl from Danger Force so that's kinda funny.

Scream Queen

Jordan Lee x Reader

SUMMARY: you've always hated your powers. Sonic screaming to you wasn't as cool as being able to teleport or moving things with your mind. To Jordan, your powers were amazing.

WARNINGS: swearing, a very supportive gushy Jordan.

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You felt like out of everyone, your powers were the most boring.

Now, to the normal human eye, your powers were awesome as fuck. With just a scream you could knock someone against a wall or paralyze people by making their eardrums bleed.

Jordan, although not a normal human being, absolutely adored your powers. It was one of the many things that made you unique. Not to mention it was fun watching you throw Rufus around when duelling for one of your classes.

The only problem was that your powers absolutely fucked with your throat afterwards and you would go hours without talking just to make yourself feel better, that or Jordan would stick you in their bed and make you lay there so they could take care of you.

And today was one of those days.

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"Jordan, babe, really I'm fine." You tell her, voice scratchy, trying to lift yourself from her bed.

She gave you a knowing look before pushing you back down, "you are definitely not fine, I can hear it. Now just lay there and wait." They demanded.

You sighed before clearing your throat, flinching at the pain that shot through your body at the action.

"Where the fuck are you gonna get the tea anyway?" You ask, regretting your choice of speaking as your throat felt like sandpaper.

Jordan smirks, "I have my ways. Now just lay there, do not move or speak while I go grab it." They retorted before rushing out of their dorm door.

You huffed, crossing your arms as you waited.

And while you waited, you thought about the events that had lead you to that moment.

Rufus had been his usual, creepy dickish self, and had chosen you as the main target that day.

Unfortunately for you, Jordan wasn't at your side to save you, so you had to save yourself.

So, as Rufus continually tried to get into your pants (more so you into his), saying things such as "I'm much better than Jordan" and comments about how his dick was bigger and better, you had just about enough.

Turning to him, and screaming as loud as you could, sending waves at the boy so loud that it had began to make his eardrums bleed. He had fallen to the ground paralyzed, his eyes frozen wide.

You smirked at him being defenseless as you rubbed your now-sore throat, just in time for Jordan to find you, ans that's how you ended up in his room for the millionth time.

They were fine with taking care of you, after all it was part of the job description of being your partner, and all.

In fact they absolutely loved it, because it meant that they're attention was on you and only you. And she loved those moments where it was just the two of you.

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Jordan came back shortly with a mug of tea in her hand, sweetened with mostly honey to the point where you couldn't tell what flavour the tea was.

Your favourite.

It also meant endless Jordan snuggles so you weren't much of a complainer when it came to that.

It was the fact that you constantly needed care. Yes, it was only a sore throat, but Jordan continuously refused to tell you what her sore throat remedy was BECAUSE she wanted to take care of you.

"Be careful, it's hot." They warned as they handed you the mug, then climbed into the bed with you.

"Yes, yes, I know. I'm careful." You reply hoarsly before taking a sip of the drink, enjoying the feeling of the tea going down.

Jordan turned their body towards you, wrapping one arm around your torso and the other to entangle their fingers in your hair, kissing your shoulder as they snuggled close to you.

"You're too nice to me." You tell them as you take another sip of your tea, one of your fingers circling the rim of the cup as an unconscious fidget.

"Please, im the perfect amount of nice. You're just not used to this much attention, which I get." She noted, resting her head on your shoulder.

You rested the mug against your legs as you leaned your head against their's.

Jordan was right, you weren't used to all the attention.

Your parents had always been distant with you, making your nanny or a made take care of you whenever you got sick or when you used your powers because they were too busy living their own lives to take care of you.

And even then, those who did take care of you were absolutely terrified of you and your powers.

So when you had met Jordan, and first got into the relationship, the immediate switch of having no one to having someone was a big step.

"I love you, Jordan." You said after a moment of comfortable silence, your cup of tea half finished as you put it on your bedside table.

"I love you too." They replied, pulling you closer to them as you wrapped your arms around their waist.

Even during the times you hated your powers, Jordan somehow managed to make you love them.

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BOO another Jordan fic for you thirsty gentlebitches <3

#x reader #imagine #jordan li x reader #jordan li #gen v fanfiction #gen v

[hadesrise]

can’t help falling in love.

summary ➳ no matter what tragedy strikes, you and jason can’t help falling in love with each other. based on “can’t help falling in love” by elvis presley.

pairings ➳ jason peter todd x addams!male reader

warnings ➳ fluff, angst, very suggestive in the beginning, foul language, death and resurrection, mentions of violence, brainwash, hurt/comfort, destined soulmates, possessiveness if you squint, blood

author’s note ➳ okay, i take back what i said. i probably won’t stop writing addams!reader anytime soon. by the way, i don’t have specific jason in mind so any universe can be imagined for all my jason fics.

Wise men say

Only fools rush in

But I can’t help falling in love with you

The chilly air makes goosebumps appear on Jason’s skin as he hugs himself to shield away from the cold. Dark shine of the moon bringing peace to the silence completely surrounding him, Jason admires the statues littered across the graveyard behind Addams manor in honor of your fallen ancestors. Despite darkness lurking behind every shadow and spirits wandering around tirelessly, this place held utter peace and comfort, warming Jason’s heart by embracing it tightly in their arms.

Each ancestors had extraordinary headstone that fits them best with their statue standing tall and proud, it truly shows how Addams honor their family members the right way. None of their headstones were simple or boring, each having unique traits that Jason was certain they used to have when they were alive. Each Addams have unique traits that differed from one another, but all of them are undeniably extraordinary. They aren’t like any other, much like how his lover’s not like any other.

Jason feels a coat being wrapped around him before two arms sneaks around his waist, shoulder weighing slightly from where you rest your chin on it. He fights back a smile.

“You could’ve called for me, mon chéri. My siblings wouldn’t have minded one less duelling partner.” You softly say, pressing a kiss on his shoulder.

Jason instinctually leans back, snuggling to your neck. “Yeah, but you should spend more time with ‘em. Always with me, they’re gonna start thinking you’re forgetting your own siblings.”

“I assure you, they would not.” You start slowly swaying your bodies together to a non-existent music as Jason follows through with you. “They’re going to start thinking you’re forgetting them. Wednesday and Pugsley prefer you more than me, sweetheart, especially Wednesday.”

“Oh, really?” Jason smirks.

“Yes, really.” You nod with a sigh, though he could tell you weren’t annoyed at all. “She pushed me down the stairs last night after we’ve gotten back from our date.”

Jason throws his head back with a laugh, “Sorry babe. She might or might not have invited me to throw an axe at Pugsley and I turned it down.”

“No wonder she was beyond annoyed with me,” Amusement fills your tone as the corner of your lips twitch up to form a subtle smile. Jason looks at you over his shoulder and you immediately lean in for a lingering kiss, butterflies erupting in his stomach as his heart skip a beat. You then kiss his cheek and forehead before resting your chin back on his shoulder with eyes closed.

Jason sighs in content, admiring your captivating features that somehow reminds him of death. but your presence weren’t as cold as death, it’s warm and engulfing despite your touch rivaling that coldness of an ice. He leans closer for a moment, only to lift your arms that were around him so he could face you while still being embraced by you, burying his face on the crook of your neck.

“I really love you.” He sighs, arms secure around your back.

“I would do everything for you,” Your reply was instant, resting your head against his. He felt your arms squeeze him as if to emphasize, and he chuckled.

“Would you still love me if I was a worm?” The silly question slips from his lips, half-joking and half-serious, pulling his head back to look into your nearly lifeless eyes. He’s reminded of how it’s only alive because of him.

Your eyebrows raised slightly in mere question and amusement, but you take his hand and press a tender kiss on his palm.

“I adore you in every universe. I love you just as much as Icarus has loved the sun — even more than he’s loved the sun. I would shatter the ground and raise hell just to find you wherever you go. I would paint the sky with shooting stars to fulfill your wish. I would tear the world apart and watch the universe collapse if you are ever taken from me, for a life without you is a life full of unquenchable thirst and eternal hunger unworthy of surviving. I would worship every ground you stand and walk on to an extent which I wish not to touch the ground you haven’t touched yet, for it hasn’t been blessed with your divine greatness. I would offer you my eyes if your vision fails, my voice if yours can no longer function, my heart if yours cease to beat, my hands if you can no longer hold the world in yours, my legs if yours fail to take you to places you’ve dreamed of. Only death shall keep me away from you, and even so, it would merely be enough to prevent me from either clawing the dirt apart and rising alive to hold you in my arms, or dragging you down with me to rest for all eternity together.”

By the end of your speech, Jason was already crying ocean of tears as his eyes twinkles in overwhelming happiness, extremely touched.

Both of you always make long and romantic declaration of your love for each other in most random times, and while his speech makes you smile from ear to ear and giddy like a high schooler, yours often never failed to reduce him into nothing but a sobbing and crying mess. He hates it, but could never bring himself to hate you for making him cry.

You smile gently at him and press very soft kisses on both of his eyelids before continuing, “Therefore, the answer is yes, my love. I would still love you if you were a worm.”

Jason chokes out a chuckle, sniffing. “Fuck you for always catching me off guard and making me cry.”

Your hands cup his red face as you coo, “Do not be ashamed for shedding your tears, Jason. Quite frankly, I find them very captivating.”

“Yeah?” He smirked. “You like seeing me cry?”

“Ah, yes...” A flirtatious smirk appears on your lips, one arm pulling him close and the other hand sneaking up to gently clasp your fingers around his throat. “Indeed, I do. Especially in bed.”

Jason resists his urge to moan when you squeezed slightly, tilting his head back a little to give you more access. “Why in bed when you can make me cry right here and now?” He whispered, rather lusciously as you stare into his lustful eyes.

You lick your lips before smashing your lips on his hungrily and Jason quickly reciprocates, no longer feeling the chilliness of the graveyard air.

Shall I stay?

Would it be a sin

If I can’t help falling in love with you?

Jason loves you more than words can express. He loves you oh so dearly that he would turn back to the God that his heart stopped believing after he came back to life just so he could recite prayers for an eternity with you. Jason never thought it was possible to love someone so much so that he’d be willing to both give up everything for you and give you everything you want.

But sometimes, love makes him afraid.

Afraid of losing you. Afraid of seeing you hurt. Afraid of knowing anyone and anything can take you away any moment. He hadn’t thought about what you feel everytime you see him injured, but when you walked into the living room all bloody, bruised and slashed, his heart stopped and the mug he was holding just slipped from his hand to shatter on the floor.

You laid down on the large expensive sofa with a slight wince as Jason ran off to find some medical kits available in the Addams manor, being helped by Thing to locate its whereabout, before running back in with the necessities. He almost got a heart attack when he saw you had your eyes closed, seemingly not breathing, looking paler than usual. Dropping the medical kits on the carpeted floor below the sofa, he quickly checks on your pulse and sighs in relief when he feels it, just then remembering that an Addams is very unlikely to show any physical signs of breathing unless letting out a sigh.

You open your eyes and admire his face twisted in worry and fear, moving up a hand to pat his head twice. “It’s not necessary to be overly concerned, my dear. Nothing to fear of, these are mere injuries that can easily be treated.” You wave it off with the same hand, somehow very calm and nonchalant despite how intense your injuries looked.

Sadness now replacing the look on his face, Jason wordlessly shakes his head and begins to treat the bruises and cuts on your face with careful and soothing hands. You stop him gently to remove your vigilante suit before letting him continue, comforting silence filling the almost grim atmosphere. Jason doesn’t realize you’re watching every bit of his expression, seeing the way his perfect eyebrows furrow and his lips frown slightly every time he moves from one injury to another. It feels like the injury’s getting worse the more he moved to the next, and it made his heart heavy.

Your gaze softens, knowing he was having second thoughts about speaking the things that bothered him.

It seems Jason has quickly gathered the strength to speak because before you can throw encouraging words, his quiet voice interrupts the comfortable silence. “I know you’re not afraid of dying or anything with your culture and all, but it makes me worry a lot.” You nod to let him know you’re listening. “I sound like a real hypocrite ‘cause I go out on mission then come back here like a fucking zombie more than I want to admit, so I don’t have the right to say anything like this, but you almost gave me a heart attack.”

The corner of your mouth twitched, silently encouraging him to speak his thoughts more as he cleans your wounds. You don’t miss the way Jason’s hand trembled.

“You’re not...” He trailed off, hesitant to continue as he bit his lip as if to contemplate whether or not to say it out loud. He followed through it, anyway. “You’re not gonna leave me, right?” Jason tries, looking up and meeting your eyes. His emerald irises were wavering in worry and hint of fear.

Your hand gently caress his face, Jason leaning on it immediately. “As I’ve said before, mon amour... Death is merely enough to prevent me from crawling back to you.” Ignoring your freshly bandaged wounds, you pulled Jason on your lap and tugged at the back of his neck to kiss his lips passionately and comfortingly. “Leaving you only means leaving my heart and soul behind, darling. We wouldn’t want me to feel incomplete, would we?”

Jason sighs in content against your lips, before carefully shifting on the big sofa so he could squish beside you and pull you to his chest, initiatively big-spooning you.

“ ‘m just really scared to lose you,” He whispered, burying his face on your hair and hugging you close, but not tight enough to hurt. It’s not like you’re capable of feeling pain, but you appreciated his kindness nonetheless.

You press a tender kiss on his chest, looking up at him and frowning softly. “I sincerely apologize for frightening you, my love. I’ll make an oath to be careful next time.”

Jason nods, basking in your warmth, your scent, your presence.

Gods, he loves you too much to let you go. He could never, would never. You belong to him just as much as he belongs to you and even death has no right to take that away. You were his, and only his — in life and death.

You feel Jason’s arms tighten around you, and resisted the smile spreading across your face. Death can never intimidate you as your culture revolves around it, but the thought of losing Jason was always triggering for you. It made you dive into insanity and quickly get rid of the problem at hand, as if you’ll suffocate if you’re not quick enough to eliminate the threat. Handling Joker physically, handling Bruce mentally, handling those irrelevant crime lords who nearly hurt Red Hood off the streets violently, all things of sort.

Fall down with me further, mon chéri.

Your mind shall be filled with me and only me, even if it’s utter fear of losing me.

A dreamy look flashed across your eyes before disappearing fast, burying your face in his chest and embracing him tighter. If you’re both too afraid for the other to die and lose them, then maybe dying together would not sound so bad at all.

You had read once on a book that falling in love is a curse, for you’ll drown in it before you even realize and fail to resurface once you fall too deep, unable to ever get out again.

However, if that is the case, you disagreed. Because it was never a curse, it’s only ever been a blessing.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

“Where the fuck is he!?” Jason yelled in rage, red clouding his vision as he threw the mug on a wall. Panic, anger, and worry filled his chest that made his frustration grow even more.

Bruce sighed, worry also plastering his face as he attempted to grasp your location with the computer. “He’s only been gone for an hour, Jason. Be patient.”

“Anything can fucking happen in an hour!” He growled back, glaring harshly before the worry and panic began to overthrow his anger, one hand slipping through his hair and tugging at it. “I— fuck, what am I gonna do? I shouldn’t have let him go alone, I should’ve went with him—”

Dick quickly approached his little brother when his breathing started to grow uneven. “Jay, hey... Breathe, calm yourself first. He’s going to be okay, he’s an untouchable badass.”

“No, you don’t understand,” Jason shakes his head, rubbing his face. “I wouldn’t know what to do without him— I can’t live without him, Dicky. I can’t.” His voice broke as he trembled, silence filling the air with everyone frowning in sadness and worry.

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

Jason felt his heart thumping loudly against his chest when he saw you fighting enemies with only sustaining little injuries, relief flooding throughout his body. It’s like the world brightened up again, ironically.

You made eye contact in the middle of the fight, smirking at him. “Can’t get rid of me easily, love.”

A light-hearted chuckle erupts from Jason as he joins you along with the Batfam in fighting the League of Assassins, you and Jason moving in sync as if dancing through the violence. Both of you moved swiftly together, fitting each other perfectly like the pieces of puzzle, using each other occassionally as a leverage against them.

“This is like dancing in our graveyard,” Jason grinned under his Red Hood helmet, adrenaline rushing in his veins.

“Indeed, it does feel like it.” You responded with subtle enthusiasm, only noticeable by your lover. He laughs at your answer, enjoying the moment even when it was violent.

Take my hand

Take my whole life too

He doesn’t know why he got distracted. He doesn’t know why he didn’t pay attention more to his surroundings. But before Jason knew it, Raj’s Al Ghul’s sword was nearly piercing into him.

Until your firm and cold hand pushed him away, everything feeling like a slow motion in Jason’s eyes as the sword pierced into your chest and through your back, directly striking the heart. Jason’s eyes widened, anguished call of your name slipping from his lips. Blood dripping from your mouth, you tightly held onto the sword before driving one of your sais on Raj’s Al Ghul’s throat, where a vital point is.

The League of Assassins member fell on the ground first, clutching his throat and choking on his own blood.

Amusement flickers in your eyes, even at the graveness of the situation. You looked back at Jason and smiled, grabbing the sword’s handle and pulling it off your chest despite Batman’s loud protests. Loud metallic clank echoes within the warehouse as you dropped the sword on the concrete, stepping forward once towards your lover, but your legs giving away made you almost tumble down.

Jason immediately catches you in his arms and lays you on his lap, tears stinging his eyes as his breath quickens, removing his helmet to throw it beside him. Heartbeat rapid and restless, heart dropped to his stomach, nausea forming in the pit of his stomach due to the sight of blood flowing outwards to your vigilante suit from the hole on your chest. He could feel a panic attack nearing, but couldn’t be bothered to care when the blood kept pouring out even when he applied pressure.

“No— no, no, no, no.” He chokes up, swallowing the lump that formed in his throat, trembling hands continuously putting pressure on your chest. “Stay with me, please. Stay with me. I can’t—” He sobbed. “I can’t lose you.”

Your breathing was shallow yet no fear plastered your face. There’s your usual calmness, the nonchalance that Bruce used to be so unsettled when he first met you, your almost dead eyes still sparkling in love and adoration for Jason. You don’t seem to care about your injury nor the outstretched arms of the Grim Reaper.

Your bloodied lips stretches to form a weak smile, captivated by Jason’s beauty under the moonlight. “You’re still magnificent, mon cherí… A sight to behold… under the moonlight…”

“Baby, now’s not the time.” Jason whined pathetically, tears flowing endlessly from his eyes. Dread, fear, devastation settling in his chest. “Please, baby. Please. I don’t know— fuck, I can’t live without you.” He cried, uncaring that you two were surrounded by his family. “I don’t… I can’t, baby. I— I can’t lose you, please.”

Adrenaline rushing through your veins and motivated by your sheer love for him, you reached up to wipe his tears and grab his other hand to intertwine it with yours. Jason’s heart drops further down the abyss when you then used it to pull out his dagger — the one you gifted him — out of his holster. “You would not lose me, by other’s hands, my sweetheart… I made an oath, to only offer you my life and soul, with no one else to have the privilege of ending me.”

“No— please, baby, no.” Jason weakly shakes his head, sobbing.

You gripped his hand that held the dagger. “You ought to, cherí… It is an honour for me to die by your hands. Please, allow me… to love you, one last time.”

Jason whimpered your name, crying heavily as he leans down to rest his head on yours. You were so cruel, wanting to die by his hands, wanting him to live forever with his hands stained in your blood— but Jason knew that’s how extent your love was for him. He could never deny you, not when it was your greatest wish.

Croaks and sobs escaping him, Jason finally drives the dagger through your chest, right where the sword pierced you. It is only then you slumped against him, hands slowly dropping to your sides with mouth slightly turned up in a smile of peace and satisfaction.

The greatest proof that you love him. Carving yourself deep into his heart, so he could never be alone even when you’re physically gone.

Jason wailed in anguish and sorrow, hugging your now lifeless body close as he brokenly recites the speech you gave him in the graveyard.

You hurt him badly, loved him too cruelly, but it was still better than losing you forever. He would’ve driven the dagger into his own beating heart if only you allowed him.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Jason lost the brightness he had in him. Emerald eyes lifeless that seemed as if you took his soul with him, still functioning yet lacking in human emotions as if he was a robotic being.

Sometimes, he breaks so suddenly.

Utters your name like a curse, sobbing and weeping in his room, scar so deep in his heart he scratches at his chest in attempt to get it out to stop the ache. His emotions were too unstable that left him unqualified to continue the vigilantism, which he agreed emotionlessly when pointed out by Bruce.

Sometimes, he’s shattered too much and far too gone in grief that he sleeps on your grave. Covers himself in blanket and nuzzles on your headstone, as if it would give him the warmth you always radiated despite being as cold as death. He could only sleep that way; the sleeping pills don’t help, but being close to your body does.

He holds his dagger close to him all the time. Stained in your dried blood that he never got the nerve to wash off, afraid that his mind would someday choose to forget your existence to block out the trauma.

He wears everything you used to wear. Uses your weapons, things, accessories. His favourite is your sunglasses. Having your possessions close always made him feel like you were embracing him.

No one ever attempted to get them away from him in fear of shattering his soul furthermore. His entire being seemingly dependent on everything that reminded of you, they didn’t want to trigger something inside of him any more than the scar in his heart did.

“Love truly is the greatest twisted curse in the world, Mr. Wayne.” Morticia mutters in sorrow as she looks out the window of the Addams’ manor, watching Jason curl up against your headstone with tears silently streaming down his face.

Bruce looks down in dejection, nodding his head.

His boy was beyond repair, and no one could do anything about it because you were gone.

Like a river flows

Surely to the sea

Jason’s eyes were wide in shock and horror. Emotions swirled within his chest; anger, disgust, sadness, grief, disbelief, and joy battling one another that overwhelmed him all at once. His family stood with him in front of the monitor, their expressions just as horrified as him, the familiar situation causing dread to settle on the pit of Bruce’s stomach.

The monitor showed you, alive and well with the exception of your eyes seeming more dead and lifeless than before. Everything was the same from your emotionless face to your vigilante suit that you died in, but Jason could see right through you. This wasn’t you. This you wasn’t his.

Not when you were standing in the same room as the Joker who you’d immediately kill if you were put together.

Jason was even more certain you weren’t his when he sees you up close, your personality different from that sophisticated, nonchalant yet wonderful one you had before. You’re just… blank. A dead person living without humanity and following orders. You don’t follow orders, you hated being controlled.

The familiarity makes his chest clench and hurt. He’s been through this exact thing, he never thought you would experience it too.

“I don’t want to fight you, baby.” Jason whispered, voice cracking. His helmet hiding the heartbroken look on his face that you were standing in front of him with your sais pointed dangerously in his direction.

You scowled. He’s somehow familiar, your chest erupting in unknown emotions that Talia never taught you about. The urge to hold him close was tugging at the strings of your heart, but you stay glued to your spot. “I do not know you, fool.” You emotionlessly remark.

Hurt flashed across his face. There’s nothing he wanted more than to be held by you and hold you close, but how could he when you don’t recognise him? Did they brainwash you? Your memories lack, but they could come back, right?

“Red Hood,” Batman warningly calls his name when you lowered your stance.

Jason still didn’t pull out his guns.

“Baby, it’s me.” He whispered weakly. “Please, you said you’ll hold me again. You’ll crawl out of dirt to hold me or pull me under with you, remember?” Jason tried again, tears shimmering his eyes. His throat burned.

Your eyes narrowed, brows furrowing. You feel like you’ve told him that, but couldn’t remember. Something was banging on your head from the depths of your mind that made it throb. Gripping your sais, you desperately ignored the pain to focus on your task.

“Ignore it,” Talia’s voice entered your ears. “Kill him.”

Darling, so it goes

Some things are meant to be

“Fuck!” Jason yelps when you managed to slash him on his leg, dodging your next attack quickly. “Wait— please, listen to me!”

“Red Hood, watch out!” Red Robin shouts just as Jason narrowly avoids your sai flying towards his head.

He couldn’t find any other way to get you to listen. The way you attempted to tune him out makes him believe you were feeling something, but there’s nothing he could do when you keep coming at his throat. Desperation runs through his veins, heart still bleeding out for you even as you try to kill him. The coldness in your eyes was foreign that carved another scar in his heart, but he can’t hate you no matter what.

Jason’s heart jackhammered against his ribcage when you finally caught him by the throat and slammed him harshly on the floor, your murderous look that he always loved plastered over your face. He stops struggling after realising he could never hurt you again, and slowly hovers his hand over your wrist. Your grip on his throat was tight, but Jason couldn’t be bothered to panic.

He finally had you again at last. Why should he panic when the source of his life was so near to him?

“Have you gotten exhausted of fighting back?” You calmly tilted your head, curiosity in your eyes. Jason doesn’t miss the split seconds of conflicted look.

“I can’t,” He replies quietly. “I love you, baby. Never stopped.” His other hand raised to remove his helmet, ignoring Bruce’s protest, and your grip on his throat faltered as soon as you make eye contact with the emerald eyes that you adore too much.

“I don’t want to fight you, (Y/n). So kill me,” Jason mumbled with a soft voice. “Allow me to love you one last time and stab my heart with your sai. For a life without you is a life full of unquenchable thirst and eternal hunger unworthy of surviving.” He recited your own quote back to you with a tearful smile.

Closing his eyes, peace overtakes Jason for the first time in a long while since losing you as he waits for the abrupt pain of being pierced through the heart. However, all that came was softness attaching itself to his lips.

Take my hand

Take my whole life, too

Jason snaps his eyes wide open in shock at your lips pressing against his, the death grip on his throat loosening just to hover affectionately over it. His body naturally reacts, moving on its own to reciprocate your kiss and relish in it, arms flying up to wrap around your neck.

You pulled away when he yearns for oxygen, a sob nearly escaping him again when he sees the love and warmth in your eyes. You smile gently at him, brightness returning to your previously dead eyes. “I’m deeply sorry, my love. I’m back.”

Jason tearfully chuckled and crushed you in a hug, heart rapidly beating against his chest. Relief wasn’t enough of a word to describe the happiness he felt. The feeling of being embraced tightly by you causing tears to stream down his face for the nth time, his longing and yearning finally being fulfilled. He missed this, he missed you, he missed his only home.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

Neither you nor Jason had left the bedroom since returning, having locked yourselves up in his room that you shared to obtain privacy for yourselves. None of the Waynes were bothered too much as they understood how much Jason yearned for your presence, the only comfort he’s ever had in his life.

Jason’s been holding onto you for dear life with the fear of you vanishing out of nowhere, his face buried on the crook of your neck and hand resting on your chest directly above your heart to feel it beating through his palm. Your arms securely wrapped around him in reassurance makes him feel more safe and at peace than he ever did. He pulls away slightly to look up, seeing you already staring at him with fondness and comfort.

“Don’t leave me again, please.” He croaks like a lost child, voice cracking.

You kissed his forehead. “I’d return to you in a heartbeat, my Jason.”

Jason stares into your gentle eyes, snuggling closer to you and intwining his legs with yours to feel every part of you. “Can’t live without you, baby.” He whispered.

You smiled. Perhaps, it was time to tell him.

Even death can’t severe the emotional bond and love you have for each other, which leaves one option; together. Falling out of love was never in either of your vocabulary, anyway.

For I can’t help falling in love with you

© ᴀʟʟ ʀɪɢʜᴛs ʀᴇsᴇʀᴠᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴅᴇsʀɪsᴇ. sᴛᴇᴀʟɪɴɢ, ᴘʟᴀɢɪᴀʀɪᴢɪɴɢ, ᴏʀ ᴜsɪɴɢ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ғᴏʀ ᴍᴏɴᴇᴛᴀʀʏ ɢᴀɪɴ ɪs sᴛʀɪᴄᴛʟʏ ᴘʀᴏʜɪʙɪᴛᴇᴅ. ᴀsᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ʙᴇғᴏʀᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏsᴛɪɴɢ ᴏʀ ᴛʀᴀɴsʟᴀᴛɪɴɢ.

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[vigilskeep]

another thing abt isabela and the arishok duel that i don’t think gets discussed enough is that duelling is her thing. you accompany her to a duel in her recruitment quest. in dao, the duellist specialisation is the distinctive fighting style she honed herself that can only be learned from her. she even says to the arishok, “no! if you’re going to duel anyone, duel me!”

if you ask her “why a duel?” in her recruitment quest she just laughs and says, “i like duels. it’s what i do.” as well as demonstrating a streak of her own unpredictable brand of honour—she’s experienced enough to prepare for it, but she’s definitely irritated by her recruitment quest opponent refusing to play fair—and having an obvious preference for the bravado and showmanship of the style, i think the main draw for isabela has to be the one-on-one nature of a duel. it lets her have the independence she craves, the end result determined by her and her alone

the arishok duel is the defining moment of her arc and her relationship with hawke, not just because she (approval permitting) returns for them with the tome of koslun, but because as someone who chafes at any mention of reliance, she’s forced to stand back and watch as her fate is left entirely in someone else’s hands. (as an aside there’s also a super charming implication that anything hawke knows about the art of duelling, even if they’re not a rogue or duellist, they probably learned from isabela)

#none of this is exactly ground-breaking but i am just thinking abt Her #isabela

[bridenore]

HD Something made them do it fic recs

Here are a few drarry fic recs where, of course, “something made them do it”. Listed in alphabetical order, as always.

Burning the Ground by @lqtraintracks [10k]

“Strap him down,” someone said, and Harry felt the rage thicken inside him – the viscous fear.

 Magical bindings pulled taut around his wrists … He felt a wand touch his arm and then a sharp bite as something punctured the skin, and a sweet, cool tonic rushed his veins.

 His breathing slowed. His eyelids drooped. The ceiling went grey and dark. And then he heard a woman’s voice sigh, “Someone, get Healer Malfoy.”

The Company of The Rose by @lower-east-side [31k]

Six years after the war, Draco Malfoy has been restoring magical estates, while sidestepping his mother’s plots to marry him off and resolutely avoiding his issues. An advert in the Prophet takes him to a remote island, where a mysterious stranger has purchased an abandoned retreat. But the house has a few secrets of its own, and Draco will be forced to deal with not only his past, but the possibilities of the future.

The Destiny You Sold by @tryslora [58k]

In which Draco knits, Harry makes wands, and things get very tangled up between them.

Fall on the Earth by @dodgerkedavra [15k]

Harry Potter hates being separated from Draco Malfoy. Not because he’s in love with him, for Merlin’s sake! Because they’re Auror Partners. One time is all it takes for Draco to be attacked with an illicit potion. Until it wears off, Harry’s job is taking care of his partner. Harry thinks the effects of the potion can’t possibly be as serious as Robards says. He thinks wrong.

The Great Magic Sex Mushroom Fiasco by Magnolia822 [6k]

Lost in the Siberian wilderness without food, Aurors Potter and Malfoy are forced to improvise, with unexpected consequences …

If It Takes All Night by @tackytigerfic [10k]

It’s not the first time Harry’s been the victim of a botched curse (that’s one of the reasons he doesn’t like crowds), but he feels bad that Malfoy had to get caught up in it too.

So they’re bonded. That’s ok, they just have to make sure to be touching at all time. No problem. Because Malfoy smells so nice, and has such lovely shiny hair, and his skin is so very warm.

But this isn’t going to be a problem for their friendship at all.

Is it, Harry?

In the Interest of Interhouse Cooperation by @firethesound [11k]

Organizing a Duelling Club was supposed to be a fun extracurricular activity for Harry’s 8th year. But add in Draco Malfoy and a malfunctioning Room of Requirement, and things can’t help but get complicated.

Incident Reports (That’s Not How May Queen Works Remix) by megyal [5k]

Only you, mate, Ron says, and doused with May Queen, honestly, and can’t wait for this report.

The Light More Beautiful by @firethesound [81k]

Thirteen years after Draco accepts Potter’s help escaping the horror of his sixth year, he returns to England where he makes the unfortunate discovery that Potter is still as obnoxious as ever. And worse, more than a decade overseas hasn’t been enough to dim Draco’s obsession with him.

Lubido Mendax by @malenkayacherepakha [17k]

When Harry is hit by an old and alarming sex curse while on a job with Malfoy, he’s faced with an agonising decision. But it turns out that curing the curse was easy compared to everything that came next.

Men Who Love Dragons Too Much by @fencer-x [479k]

[Extensive re-telling of Deathly Hallows] As in Half-blood Prince, Draco is charged by Voldemort with killing Dumbledore—only instead of trying to do his best with the challenge, he realizes he’s been set a futile task and instead focuses on finding a way to save both himself and his parents. He eventually decides to spend his sixth year studying Animagecraft, convinced it’s his best shot at escaping the impossible situation he’s found himself in. But just his luck, his Animagus form turns out to be a dragon, and a rather randy juvenile at that, intent on finding its mate: one Harry James Potter.

Of Mouslings and Men by dornfelder [14k]

Harry encounters the Subspecies of Doom. He also realises he likes chocolate frogs a lot, despite his greatest efforts to convince himself otherwise.

The Only Magic Left Between Us by @lqtraintracks [24k]

Harry goes to the market and ends up having to save Draco Malfoy’s life  with sex. He saves Draco’s life with sex and ends up with a husband. The  last thing he expects in all of it is to fall in love.

Sealed with a Kiss by @faith2wood [46k]

Harry Potter will fall in love with the first person who kisses him. Draco knows what he must do. A Christmassy Hogwarts fic, this.

Sex and the Art of Castle Maintenance by birdsofshore [14k]

“Come on, boys,” Zabini drawled. “You’re only delaying the inevitable.”

Trouble always had a way of finding Harry, and eighth year was obviously going to be no exception.

Strange Bathfellows by @bixgirl1 [27k]

It started with a bath.  Or a potions accident.  Or maybe it started before that, but who can tell anymore.  

Featuring: Uncomfortable wanking, more comfortable wanking, mutual wanking, bath sharing, inappropriate betting, secret shagging, those secrets at Hogwarts that everyone knows, and oblivious Harry who knows one thing: he’s falling in love.

That Old Black Magic by @bixgirl1 [77k]

Centuries ago, marriage contracts were the norm — ready-made alliances between families, expected and complied with, without complaint. But norms have a way of changing, and when a long-dormant contract flares to life, Harry has to navigate an unexpected splintering of the path he’d thought would be easy after the war… with Draco Malfoy.

Tug-O-Want by @dysonrules [16k]

Harry is back at Hogwarts minding his own business when he finds himself magically drawn to Draco Malfoy. Over and over again.

Twice as Much as an Earthquake by @firethesound [18k]

Accidental bonding. Breaking and entering. Conspiring, however unwillingly, in the strange one-man war Malfoy’s waging against detention. This isn’t the normal school year Harry anticipated having, but at least it’s not boring.

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I did!

#my recs #drarry #drarry recs #theme rec

[fulcrum-art-fox]

You guys were not kidding about the absolute insanity going on between Mizu and Taigen and Akemi. Like never in a million years would I have guessed they were gonna be just this unhinged about it. Like, the way that Akemi uses all her wiles to get her father to agree to let her marry Taigen, who is not a noble but is an undefeated samurai, and Mizu just totally ruins that, almost incidentally, and then Taigen fucks himself over extra hard when he’s already lost to Mizu bc he decides it’s a good idea to call him a dog to his retreating back. Taigen and Akemi having sex to a description of duelling and killing Mizu was pretty insane also. That’s a set up for a massive complex between those three of I’ve ever seen one. And then Taigen leaves Akemi to go get his revenge - wait sorry, his rematch with Mizu, but because he’s got a honour complex just killing Mizu isn’t what he’s here for he needs him back to full strength but Mizu just so happens to be a walking disaster who is constantly injured and constantly courting death so he has to delay it almost indefinitely cue the whole “no one’s allowed to kill you but me” shenanigans and the insane degree of loyalty Taigen shows to that even under torture. And Mizu does actually agree to a date (joke intended) to a fight to the literal death but only after revenge. Then Akemi tracks Mizu down, recognising him not just by the blue eyes but by the fact she has snagged Taigan’s scarf and is actually wearing it. Akemi “no one says no to me” compliments Mizu on her eyes to get close to try and lower his guard while Mizu knows exactly who Akemi is and is extra on guard and also fucks with her about it “anyway he’s dead now” Mizu you can be a real bastard you know that (and I love it). And the way that as Akemi attempts to kill him the others at the brothel hear the crashes and immediately go “oh she’s good” because they assume they’re fucking?? Like oh my god. Mizu pinning Akemi to the ground, like she did with her husband and does again with Taigen?? The way that last time Mizu playfully sparred with and pinned a man to the ground she got called a monster but Taigen gets turned on by it??? And immediately tries to play it off as missing Akemi?? But he also calls her a demon over Mizu’s decision to let the guards take Akemi and the way that Taigen sets off to the city long before Mizu but because he’s honourable and a loyal samurai he focuses on saving the whole royal family, so Mizu is the one who actually reaches Akemi first, to try and right the fuck up and protect and get Akemi her freedom and honour his word to Ringo and during all this Mizu describes Taigen to Akemi as “not a good man, but he could be a great one” in a big long speech where she also says “he thinks he loves you very much.” Like I’m sorry Mizu come back here, what is that phrasing you are making me insane here. These three are insaner than insane and I just love watching them but like. something like how you watch a shipwreck

#blue eye samurai #blue eye samurai spoilers #sorry this was a long post I am still bouncing off the walls #bes spoilers #also I’m aware I’m using the pronouns loosely it be like that

[aroanthy]

thinking about nanami and touga both telling utena not to trust anthy at the end of the series. whilst nanami and anthy being friends is something that makes me bawl like a little baby and overjoys me immensely, ive never bought a reading of nanami post-32 that is anthy positive. like idk how you could get that impression when all she does is talk about how anthy is a terrible and dangerous person. she’s scared of her. and you know she shouldn’t be, but it’s understandable why a 13 year old living in ohtori academy might be scared of someone she already didn’t like after finding out something deeply traumatic regarding them and not having the tools to make sense of it in a compassionate way. and it makes me want to eat drywall

what’s really interesting about all this to me tho is how both kiryuus tell utena not to trust ‘the chairman/end of the world or himemiya anthy/the rose bride’. anthy and akio are a package deal of toxicity and harm to both of them and if that isn’t just the most fascinating thing ever. also the difference between nanami’s ‘chairman/himemiya’ and touga’s ‘end of the world/rose bride’ (nanami giving her warning during the badminton scene, touga giving his at the end of his duel. so much going on here wrt roles and settings and rituals and reality). but getting back to my real point isn’t it so cool (agonising) how nanami and touga are incapable of extending compassion or understanding to anthy despite the fact that they’re the two people who know the most about her other than utena and akio. and like. they don’t know a Lot, but theyve both had a smidge of insight into an abusive relationship that mirrors aspects of their own lives in myriad ways

idk something about the rose bride as a symbol who bears all of humanity’s hatred. and in the end all girls are like the rose bride yes, but key word here is like. an approximation; all trapped, all agonised, yes, but not all literally fucking crucified for eternity by a million swords that shine with human hatred. not abstracted in such a particular and insidious way. i always find anthy/kiryuu parallels compelling wrt issues of race and class and mannnnnn. nanami takes a step away from the duelling game. she’s not out, but she’s not actively partaking, not actively being exploited. touga, whilst a little more overtly involved in stuco business and still meeting with akio, does also take a step away. like, they’re both able to do that. it’s a bit of an artifice, sure, they’re still here, but oh my god oh my god oh my god. theyre not anthy. am i making sense can anyone hear me holy shit

i think what im trying to say is that for everything that both nanami and touga learn about ohtori academy and the people living in it, for everything that forces them to self-reflect and question the ground that they stand upon, they fail to break the chain with it. like, they too contribute to anthy’s abstraction. she’s an idea that they secretly embody/emulate (not sure which word works better for what im trying to say just yet), and not a person who shares experiences with them but is still wholly separate from them. this kind of compassion is like. it’s too hard, when you’re in the situations that all three of them are in. anthy too perceives both of them as nonhuman, but there is a crucial power dynamic at play here. how can you stomach such a kindness to someone you can only see as a poor imitation of the worst parts of yourself, whom you loathe??

^ THIS GUY loves it when characters commit acts of extreme violence against one another that they themselves have experienced. the nanamianthytouga brand

#big ramble tldr i am compelled by stabbing. lots of it. of the self and others (which are muddled by your misperceptions) #yum yum yum #dais.txt #obfuscation abventures

[omgrachwrites]

What a Catch, Sirius - Chapter Two

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Summary: You come back to England after a long stint abroad, you soon realise that your brother’s best friend never grew out of his childish ways. You may stand to lose more than your heart.

Warnings: fluff, angst, everyone lives au

A/N: Thank you for your love on the first chapter everyone! I hope you enjoy this one, please let me know if you would like to be tagged and let me know what you think! xxx

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Chapter Two

It was a beautiful Sunday morning when you awoke on the day of the Quidditch trials, as the Quidditch coach, James would be coming up to Hogwarts in the afternoon to help Oliver Wood make his decision. You smiled as you looked out of your dormitory room window at the clear day, watching how the sun caught the water of the Black Lake. You missed being a student, you had loved Hogwarts but looking back it was possible that you didn’t appreciate it fully. Though, that could be said about a lot of things.

You were intending on having a late and leisurely breakfast, unfortunately it seemed as though Sirius had had the same idea as you met him in the corridor.

“Mornin’ Y/N,” he spoke, only barely managing to conceal a yawn, his voice wrecked with sleep.

“Morning, wild Saturday night was it?”

“Ha, ha,” he said drily, trying to glare at you but he failed, shooting a lazy grin your way.

You ignored him with a shake of your head and you stared at the Transfiguration courtyard as you passed it. There was a ruckus further up the corridor which caused you and Sirius to share a glance as you quickened the pace of your walking. It wasn’t until Hermione came running towards you that you got worried.

“Professors!” Hermione gasped nearly out of breath, “it’s Harry and Draco, they’re fighting!”

You and Sirius quickly followed Hermione to where the two second years were fighting, the students gathered around them where egging them on to fight. You had expected them to be duelling but they were actually fist fighting. Harry had a bleeding nose while Malfoy had a bruise high on his cheekbone and his usual slick backed hair was a mess.

“Hey!” you and Sirius shouted in unison as you rushed forwards, pulling the boys apart. Harry was still fighting to get at Malfoy even as you pulled him away.

The two boys were yelling at each other but you couldn’t make out what Malfoy was saying because Harry’s voice was louder, “be quiet,” you said softly.

At your words, Harry smirked over at Malfoy, “yeah, Malfoy. Be quiet!”

“Harry, I wasn’t talking to Draco,” your godson looked up at you with a look of shock and horror on his face.

Sirius looked pained as he glanced between you and Harry, “why don’t you have a word with Harry?” he suggested, “and I’ll sort this little toe rag out,” he muttered under his breath so only you could hear.

You laughed and nodded at him, “that would be great, thank you.”

“Of course,” Sirius smiled, “let’s go, Malfoy.”

Sirius led Malfoy away in the direction of his office while you led Harry in the direction of yours. Before you could get any words out, Harry threw himself into a chair and looked at you sullenly.

“You didn’t have to take his side, you know.”

“Harry, sweetheart. I wasn’t taking any sides,” you sighed as you pushed a box of tissues over to him so he could staunch the bleeding, “what happened? I know your parents certainly don’t encourage fighting.”

The young boy looked at his feet before he glanced back up at you, “he called Hermione a mudblood, it’s not the first time he’s called her that either. And, then he was bullying Neville and I just lost it.”

You couldn’t quite believe that a twelve-year-old boy could be so cruel, “I know you and Malfoy have had an unhappy relationship. I know you practically hate each other and I think it’s very commendable that you’re looking out for your friends but it’s never been physical before, Harry,” you desperately wanted him to talk to you, you wanted to help him.

“What do you think people see when they look at me?” his green eyes were glassy and he furiously rubbed them before any tears fell, and he didn’t wait for you to answer, “they see my parents. Every single time. How could they not? My parents saved everyone when they won the war, I just want to be like them.”

For a long moment, you just stared at your nephew and for the first time you realised just how much he felt like he was in James and Lily’s shadow. He didn’t have to be like them, he just had to be a kid. That was all he had to be.

“You don’t have to be a hero, Harry. Just enjoy your time at Hogwarts with your friends.”

Harry shifted his eyes away from yours, “speaking of, I should probably go,” he said as he stood up from his chair and you nodded.

“You know, I have to take points from Gryffindor, right? No matter how much it pains me, I have to be fair.”

“I understand; you won’t tell dad will you?”

You almost laughed at the nervous expression on his face, “you know, it will be going around the school,” you paused, “but he won’t hear about it from me.”

Harry grinned, “thanks, Aunt Y/N.”

About 5 minutes later, Sirius knocked on your open door, “hi,” you nodded at him to come in.

“How is he?” he asked, slowly stalking over to you.

You sighed, “he’s living in James and Lily’s shadow. I mean, I get it, I’d feel the same if my parents were big time war heroes. What happened with Malfoy?”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “only managed to take a few points from Slytherin. Was going to give him detention but someone tipped Snivellus off.”

You laughed at the displeased look on his face, it took him a couple of moments but he quickly caved and started laughing too. He bit his lip and put something wrapped up in napkins on your desk.

“What in Merlin is that?”

“You missed breakfast, I only just got there in time.”

“Oh,” you started, it was kind of him but you felt slightly awkward, “you didn’t have to do that, I would have just gone down to the kitchens.”

Sirius grumbled a little, “then don’t eat it, Y/N,” he rubbed a hand over his face and you felt a little guilty, “are you coming to watch the Quidditch try outs? There’s a few of us going,” he stuffed his hands in his pockets and you looked up at him in surprise. His eyes widened and he quickly corrected himself, “Remus is going too, I’m not asking you to come with me.”

You smirked a little at his nervous expression, “sure, as long as Remus is going to be there.”

Sirius rolled his eyes as he backed out of the room, “see you later.”

The weather was still glorious when you went to go and meet Remus and Sirius in the Quidditch stands. Remus greeted you with a beaming smile and a hug while Sirius merely greeted you with a nod of his head.

“Did I miss anything?” you asked and Remus shook his head.

“No, it’s just started,” he pointed at the pitch with an excited look on his face and you saw all the hopefuls lined up.

It was clear from the beginning that Harry was the best choice for a seeker but of course you knew that everyone had to have a fair chance. A couple of times you caught your brother’s eye and offered him a wave which he didn’t return. You frowned but you thought nothing of it. By the end of the trials, it was abundantly clear that Gryffindor had a formidable team. When James walked up to where you were sitting in the stands you were about to congratulate him but stopped short when you saw the expression on his face. He had a face like thunder.

“and, what’s up with you?” Sirius laughed.

James ignored his best friend, instead he turned to glare at you, “how could you not tell me about Harry’s fight? It’s spreading through the school like wildfire, Y/N.”

James already seemed pissed off so you decided to tell him the truth, “he didn’t want me to,” James scoffed, “he was worried about what you would say! You need to talk to your son, James.”

James groaned as he rubbed a hand over his face, “you had no right to keep this from me, Harry is my son. Maybe if you had children of your own you would understand.”

James’ words were like a blade to your heart and they were almost unforgivable. Almost.

“James!” Remus scolded.

“Prongs, don’t speak to Y/N like that!”

“Shut up, Sirius,” you huffed and you could see the hurt in his eyes which you chose to ignore as you got up from your seat, squeezed past the boys and disappeared into the castle.

You took a drag of your cigarette as you leaned on the railings of the Astronomy Tower with a sigh. You were so lost in your thoughts that you didn’t hear the gentle footsteps. That’s why you were startled when you heard a voice from the doorway.

“When did you start smoking?”

You laughed as you glanced over your shoulder at Remus, “are you kidding, I lived in Paris for over 10 years, there’s more cigarette smoke in that city than oxygen,” you laughed again but it fell flat as Remus came to stand next to you.

“Your eyes are red,” Remus sighed as he reached out and touched the red skin, making you wince and he gave you an apologetic look.

“Wow, nothing gets past you, does it Remus?”

Remus rolled his eyes at your sarcasm, “James didn’t mean it you know.”

“He did, I suppose that it wasn’t entirely his fault.”

“Maybe you should tell him abo- “you cut Remus off before he could even finish the sentence.

“What good would that do now?” you cupped Remus’ cheek, your nail gently running across one of his scars, “oh, sweet Remus, if you hadn’t been there to see it you wouldn’t know either. No one would know.”

Remus swallowed as he looked away from you, “Sirius is a good man, he means well.”

“I imagine that he does but I’ll never forgive him, I blame him for what happened Remus.”

“I know you do,” Remus sighed.

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Taglist - @rainy-day-lady @queenofthedreaming1 @moonlightwonderlan

#sirius black #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #sirius black x y/n #fluff #au #james potter #remus lupin #angst #harry potter #draco malfoy #everyone lives au #you x sirius

[8um8le]

Wait, what did cat just do that almost killed comet?! What did he do?!

Basically he was duelling him to see what he’s capable of, he usually does that to people he recruits, and doesn’t realize that not how normal people make friends

They’re both socially awkward in their own ways 💀

#sc comet #sc cataclysm

[damn-it-a-hogwarts-legacy-blog]

NSFW alphabet with Sebastian please?? :)

YESSSS I was secretly hoping someone would request this 💚 Sebastian is such a cutie and I adore writing him, even in short blurbs like this. I am very nervous about getting his characterization down accurately because I don't want to disappoint all his lovely fans, but let’s do this :)

NSFW Alphabet: Sebastian Sallow x fem!MC

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Sebastian is really good at giving back and shoulder rubs, and MC might want one after the workout she has in bed with Sebastian. He would be extremely happy to take a bath with MC, too, since things might get a bit messy. Also, one word: snacks. Sebastian is quite happy to share some candies with MC afterwards while they're basking in their afterglow. He will tell MC they taste best after sex. Finally, MC can expect tons and tons of compliments on how she was amazing and what Sebastian really liked, how much he loves her and how he feels so lucky to have her. All of this is said while Sebastian is cuddled up as close to MC as possible.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

The spot where MC’s neck meets her shoulders is one of Sebastian's favorite spots on her body. It smells nice, is really soft and perfectly fits his forehead/lips. Sebastian is constantly enchanted by how perfectly his body seems to fit with MC’s. He also loves how kissing and nibbling at it makes MC moan his name. The delicate sheen of sweat on her skin in this spot is so pretty to Sebastian. He appreciates having sex somewhere with enough lighting so he can see it. He's proud of his own slightly muscular build, especially around his chest and shoulders. He is all smiles and blushes when MC sees him shirtless for the first time and she can't help but stare, mouth slightly agape (I don't care what kind of MC you have—if you ship her with Sebastian, this moment is a given :) /lh).

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Sebastian loves seeing his cum on MC. Looking down at MC on her back, out of breath with her hair splayed out all around her in a messy halo with his cum decorating her stomach and chest is a sight to behold for Sebastian. Being told to clean it up without the use of his hands will very likely lead to round two. He loves the taste of MC's cum, too. He will try to describe it exactly, even though he struggles to do so; it's very cute to listen to him try. He will comment if MC is especially wet. Knowing he has such an erotic effect on her drives him wild. He loves coming up from between her legs with her cum on his chin.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

After their first duel, Sebastian was fantasizing for weeks about MC shoving him up against the wall, still sweating and out of breath, and demanding he take her right then and there. This was a secret he thought he would take to the grave. Meeting someone who could be his match both intellectually and in duelling was, according to him, the best thing that ever happened to him.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Sebastian has slept with others before, but nothing was anywhere near as serious as his relationship with MC. He's ready to take what he's learned in the past and give it his all. He wants to satisfy her, and he will do everything in his power to do just that. Despite his experience, however, he still wants to know what MC specifically likes and will hound her with questions in the beginning. Does this feel good? Do you want to try something different? Are you hurting right now? What do you like? Should I go slower? What if I touch you here? On and on he will go, and MC might have to tell him to just relax and do what feels right.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Sebastian has equal love for many positions and he would be hard-pressed to choose just one favorite. But when MC rides his cock as he's lying on his back, her hands on his chest, he doesn't last long despite his best efforts. Watching her breasts bounce as she buries his cock as deep as it will go is just too much for him to handle. He loves squeezing her thighs in an effort to hold off coming as long as possible. Another favorite of his is when she's riding him in his lap. Being so much closer means more access to MC's body, which is never a bad thing. His soft, messy hair tickles her neck and only excites her further.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Sebastian loves to see MC’s infectious smile and laugh, so he will be playful and often initiate with something cute like tickling her or telling her a dirty joke. Other times, he's simply overwhelmed by how attracted he is to her. He will stare deep into MC's eyes and tell her point blank how much he needs her right this moment. In their afterglow, he will often be playful again and pepper MC in kisses, flop his whole weight onto her as he tells her he simply won't ever be able to move again because he loves her too much, and play silly games (this is absolutely the time in which he would ask "if I were a worm, would you still love me? 🥺").

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Sebastian is proud of his chest hair. He's never felt the need to do much in the way of grooming and probably doesn't need it anyway. His dark pubic hair is a bit dense, but he wears it well, so to speak, and doesn't want to change how he looks too much. Going a little off the rails here, but Sebastian is a real fan of hair pulling. If he's fucking MC from behind, he will be sorely tempted to pull her hair. He loves when she does the same to him while he's giving her oral. Yanking his head back by his hair to tell him he's doing very well is one of his (many) favorite things.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Sebastian may be playful, but he will also enjoy being romantic for MC. Which way he goes depends greatly on his mood. He loves MC fully and unconditionally, and it’s very important she knows that while they’re having sex. When he's in a romantic mood, he's constantly touching her and holding her face, looking deep into her eyes and telling MC he loves her. He will pledge his undying fidelity to her in the throes of passion, and hearing MC do the same is very important to him. Their bond of trust and loyalty is unbreakable, especially in those moments, and Sebastian can think of nothing more romantic than that.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

While it's not his favorite, Sebastian will make the best of whatever situation has led him to pleasuring himself alone. If MC is a bit mad at or annoyed with him, MC might tell him that if he's aroused, he should go pleasure himself. In those situations, she usually watches, to his delight. He likes to imagine MC giving him oral, her pretty eyes looking up at him. As long as it’s anywhere secluded, Sebastian’s imagination is more than enough to carry him through to climax. Cleaning up by himself makes him a bit lonely and, if applicable, is usually enough motivation to go apologize to MC for whatever he’s done wrong.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Sebastian has a few kinks he's eager to share with MC. He loves a bit of degradation, like telling MC she's such a naughty girl and needs his cock as punishment. Orgasm control on MC is very fun to him, but he doesn't want to have to inflict it upon himself. Spanking is another favorite; something about MC's ass while he has her on all fours is simply too tempting. He loves how MC jumps and squeaks when his hand makes sudden and unexpected contact. If he's feeling a bit jealous for whatever reason, he feels some possessiveness and growls to her about nobody else is allowed to so much as think about MC. To that end, Sebastian might take it a step further by indulging in his breeding kink. If/when he and MC really do want to have a child, he will be constantly driving himself mad with this kink.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Sebastian knows of a certain corner of the library that is always deserted. He will promise to take MC there if they can both keep their voices down. If they can't stay quiet, Sebastian is happy to hear his name echo loudly off the walls of the Undercroft or the Room of Requirement. He's also thrilled if he can have a home with MC all of their own after graduating, because Sebastian (with MC's input and help) will turn their bedroom into the coziest nest imaginable and make it perfect for lovemaking. A safe little hideaway he and MC built together will always be his first choice.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

MC matching wits with Sebastian will be a really important part of his attraction to her. Getting into a heated intellectual debate will inevitably end in Sebastian all but tearing MC's clothes off out of both frustration and admiration. He has endless respect for her pride in her education and wisdom. Another aspect of his insatiable attraction to her is her duelling abilities. As the only other person besides Ominis to ever beat Sebastian in a duel, Sebastian will be eager to spend time practicing spells and duelling with MC. The pair will get so wrapped up in aggressively trying to beat one another that they end up on the floor all over each other. Seeing MC practice dark magic is also a huge turn-on for Sebastian. The combination of the deadly look in her eye and the conviction needed to cast such magic is irresistible to Sebastian.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Very little is off-limits for him, but Sebastian would prefer that the aforementioned dark magic does not follow them to the bedroom. He has no issue with violence against dangerous enemies, but his loyalty to MC and his instinctual desire to protect her means anything with MC that gets a little too violent or dark, even as a fantasy to which they would both fully consent beforehand, makes him uncomfortable.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Sebastian will prop one of MC's legs up and get on his knees to worship her. He will beg her to sit on his face. He will dedicate entire lovemaking sessions just to getting her off with his tongue and refusing to let MC get him off in return. He cannot get enough of his head between MC's legs. He is thrilled by the idea that this is arguably the most private and protected part of MC, and their absolute trust in each other means he gets to experience it. Whatever MC needs, Sebastian will do it for her. He will make pleasured moans and sighs while he gives MC oral just to show her how much he’s enjoying pleasuring her. Getting oral from MC is the best oral he's ever had. The way she looks up at him while her lips are wrapped around his girth makes his heart melt. With MC's permission, he will grab the back of her head and fuck her mouth. He especially enjoys the feeling of his cum pumping into her mouth, and watching her swallow every last drop.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Sebastian's passion and enthusiasm means he's typically closer to the fast and rough end of the spectrum. He has a lot of energy to give to MC, and he expresses his love best with unbridled emotions and urges. Going too slow means he loses some of the momentum he's built up, and it will get a bit boring for him. He loves to thrust hard into MC and listen to her groan for more. He will ask if she likes that and if she likes being a slut for him. Her positive answers will only spur him on to be rougher.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sebastian is the king of quickies. He knows how to pack an hour of pleasure and fun into 10 minutes. If he wants to sneak off somewhere private with MC for a short while to release some pent-up energy, she can be sure she will be in for a fun time. Quickies leave Sebastian a little disheveled, but much more relaxed. He might need MC to fix his tie or push his hair back into place, because he will be too relaxed and happy to notice. A typical quickie usually involves getting somewhere sufficiently private, opening shirts, pushing up MC's skirt, letting her ride him in his lap or setting her on the edge of a table, running hands through hair, messy kisses and moans as soft as the two can manage, as they are usually somewhere with a bit less privacy.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Sneaking off to quiet, deserted places where they shouldn't be is already Sebastian's specialty, so adding sex to the mix makes it doubly thrilling to him. He keeps a list of places he and MC have successfully had sex, and their goal is to grow that list regularly. Sebastian and MC are constantly studying spells and potions of a more intimate variety, and they will enthusiastically use them on each other. Sebastian likes to try unusual positions, just to see what they like and don't like. He ends up liking anything in which he can look deep into her eyes.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Sebastian is good for a couple rounds, but he gets very tired with all the enthusiasm he puts into the endeavor and will fall asleep quickly after round two. Sebastian is more concerned with the quality of his and MC's orgasms than how long they can last, although he does place a little bit of importance of duration. If he comes in five minutes but it's the best climax he's had all week, he considers it worth it. He also feels better when he has more cum. Shooting blanks doesn’t feel as good to him. He can also tell when MC is getting tired and needs to rest, and he feels bad pushing her too hard. If they stop after one very satisfying round, he will consider his work done and happily curl up with MC to rest.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Sebastian doesn’t have experience in this area, but if MC has any favorites, he is more than willing to try it for her. As he constantly tells her, he trusts her completely. Even if they end up not sharing the same taste in everything, he will be glad to have at least tried something new with her.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Teasing MC is half the fun of sex for Sebastian. He will get his hands and/or mouth on anything just to make her moan his name and grab his hair. He likes to pick a spot and tease her relentlessly until they both have an intense, fiery look in their eyes. His favorite spot to tease is her nipples. Sucking, licking, nibbling, massaging and tweaking are all fair game, and he has to end it with a satisfying pop as he takes his mouth away. If he can stand to go so slowly, he delights in stripteases. The smoldering look in his eyes paired with the agonizingly slow motion of pulling down his trousers will have MC whining for more in no time at all. Another favorite of his is rutting against her through his clothes. He tells MC that all he has to do to tease him is lie there looking pretty on their bed, and he has to make up for his share by spoiling her.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Sebastian loves to be loud and encourages MC to do the same. When he's really getting into the foreplay, he will loudly moan and tell her exactly what he likes about whatever she’s doing. During sex, he will be talking a lot. He loves to tell her how good she feels and how much he wants her, how much he needed this and what he wants to have happen. His climax has him gasping and shouting MC’s name. If they’re trying to be quiet, Sebastian will snarl and bite MC’s shoulder to stifle his voice. The face of total desperation he makes in that moment is enough to make MC come twice.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

As someone who always wears his heart on his sleeve, his face is very expressive and always betrays what he’s thinking. He can’t keep any secrets from MC when it comes to his desires—not that he would want to, anyway. He can flirt nonverbally, and if MC can do the same, they have entire lust-filled conversations while holding each other without ever saying a word. At the end of the day when he just wants to unwind with MC, he will wrap his arms around her waist from behind and sigh against her neck, his signature mischievous smile on his face with heavy lidded eyes.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Sebastian’s freckles aren’t just on his face; he has freckles on his shoulders, arms, chest and back too. He knows they’re part of his physical charm. He has a good amount of natural muscle mass. His fully-grown height is about 172cm (5'8")—this is rather tall for the time period. :) He's roughly 15cm (6") when hard. I feel like wizards probably never got on the circumcision train like their muggle neighbors had during this time period, so he's uncut.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High sex drive is the name of the game with Sebastian. He’s ridiculously passionate about everything to which he’s dedicated himself, including sex. He can read MC very well and knows better than to ask for sex when she's not feeling up for it. But under normal circumstances, he will be quite insistent with MC when he's in the mood, often going as far as trailing kisses down her neck as his hands run down her sides and telling her how beautiful she looks. He will pout if MC tells him to go cool off or wait a while until she's finished with something else. Waiting is not his strong suit.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Sebastian is liable to fall asleep while lying on top of MC, much to her chagrin. It wouldn't be so bad, except that he is heavy and she needs to breathe. Attempting to shove him off will usually just result in Sebastian shifting to wrap his arms around her, nuzzle his face between her breasts and happily sigh back into deeper sleep again. She's just so comfortable and warm, even if she's small compared to him. He will be smiling wide when he's sleeping off the exhaustion of sex with MC.

#hogwarts legacy #Sebastian sallow #Sebastian sallow x mc #sebastian sallow smut #sebastian smut #going from Ominis to Sebastian is giving me whiplash I keep having to remind myself that Sebby is not blind 😭 #you can tell I’m super mad this morning because I’m distracting myself by writing this instead of working lmaoo #headcanons #requests

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Well everyone, it's been a bumper final week for Dronarry fest! Here's your chance to catch up on everything you've missed before we post the masterlist. Thank you all to everyone who has been reading along - keep your comments and kudos coming!

[FIC] Snowdrift || E || 8k || by @wolfpants

London is drowning in snow, and Draco and Ron get more than they bargain for when they comfort Harry after - another - bad break up.

💭 Joining in the love for your established Dron here - oh my god. I loved seeing Draco through Ron's eyes, the way they were so in tune throughout all of this. You write atmosphere so well - I felt like I could see this unfolding. - dahlliances

💭 Absolutely brilliant, fantastic dynamic between the three of them, with poor old unlucky-in-love Harry (it wasn't serious 😭) and long-suffering Dron, loved the snippets about them getting together and the late night vibes, and the sex was just gorgeous, really soft and tender but scorching hot (also, let him show you what a real Weasley can do??? HELLO) <3 <3 - sweet_sorrow

[FIC] Stuck In The Middle With You || E || 18k || by @peachydreamxx

“You want a job here?” Ron finally asks, “Taking orders from us?” Malfoy nods shortly. “You want to be beneath Harry and me?” Amusement flashes across Malfoy’s face. “You could say that.” ~ The one where Draco Malfoy walks into Weasley's Wizard Wheezes in need of a job, and Ron, and his co-partner Harry, decide they can show Draco the perks of working there.

💭 HELP MEEEE I FEAR I WONT RECOVER. Gorgeously hot, the POV switches were so fluid and well-done, I loved getting to be in each of their heads. Absolutely incredible! - citrusses

💭 wow wow wow what a stunning take on their relationship. i love the harshness of it at first, and the way they had to work through all of their feelings via sex therapy to get to the love they were all too afraid to give. the sex scenes were SO well thought out, and really didn't hold back on the Dom/sub. i loved seeing draco in a truly subby role, and following ron's journey, and then harry's compassion… really well thought out on all accounts. thank you so much for sharing this with us!

[PODFIC] Silhouettes by sweet_sorrow || E || read by @cailynwrites

Draco's trying to fix the Burrow, Ron's trying to grieve, and Harry... well, just what is Harry actually doing, anyway? A tale of grief, gardening, and ghouls, bad memories, bad puns, and bad flirting, and nudity both accidental and very, very deliberate.

💭 This is one of my FAVORITE Dronarry fics from last year, I'm so glad you decided to record it! Your voice is magnificent and the quality is amazing. I love how you did the voices, too! Thanks so much for sharing it, I have all the feels now 🥰 - Schmem_14

💭 This is top tier Dronarry for me. Thank you so much for recording it and reading a beautiful story so beautifully. - wolfpants

[FIC] Borrowed Time || E || 8k || by @the-starryknight

Harry woke in someone else's bed, sleeping beside someone else's lover. Leaning in is the worst possible solution, right?

💭 oh starry, this is simply gorgeous. I love harry's sensitivity, and his tender feelings towards them, like a bruise, not wanting to hurt them and instead hurting himself in the process. romantic and stunning and hot (and funny, too, esp. the roleplay near the beginning). I don't think you've forgotten anything <3 - thehoneybeet

💭 Gosh, this was such a wonderful and sexy read. I love the way you characterised all three of them, the way they’re so gentle with each other, the way they’re all so clearly smitten. “ I don’t think,” Harry started, “I could survive that.” - this is such a great line!!! I could not put this down once I started this. It was SO good. Thank you for writing this for us ❤️ - sleepstxtic

[FIC] All This On Display Like That || M || 4k || by @elskanellis

Draco is good at: hosting; drinking; drinking games; duelling; controlling himself when Harry Potter is around; earning a chance to ask undeniably fit Ron Weasley on a date.

💭 This is sexy, funny, beautifully paced DELIGHT. Thank you for that. Can’t possibly say how much I enjoyed it in sort of an evil, chin in my hands sort of way. 😈 - shealynn88

💭 Good golly gosh! You can’t see but I’m gleefully kicking my feet with how delightful this was to read. I remembered your snippet of Draco’s declaiming and I’m so delighted to finally read it in situ! This was so fun, so sweet, so descriptive, so sharply narrated - an absolute delight AND a triumph. Thank you! - rainstormradish

[FIC] Bike Dream || E || 27k || by @dodgerkedavra

Draco’s going to learn to ride a bike if it’s the last thing he does.

💭 god i love your writing. your worlds are so FULL. so much love and struggle and support and HAPPINESS!! i laughed at so many different points in this fic but i also absolutely cried, and those are my favorite kind of fics. thank you so much for sharing this!!! - pocket-lin

💭 Your characterizations are incredible- as always, such a treat to read your writing. Thank you for sharing!

#dronarry fest 24 #dronarryfest #dronarry #draco malfoy #ron weasley #harry potter #week 3 roundup

[the-graves-family]

Once a year, the theatre Donovan’s contracted to performs an ensemble of acts to fundraise its maintenance and renovations. Ballet, theatrical performances, opera, and anything that could be done on a stage was performed to squeeze blood out of glittering stones. The arts are underfunded just enough that they don’t mind the slightly dubious figures who donate. Among the medley of acts is his showcase, one of his younger students and the other his own performance. A duelling piece from the Nutcracker, as the toy soldier fights the rat king.

A backstage party is arranged, and a few notable names and donators are allowed in alongside the numerous cast. All thanking them under the direction of the theatre techs and manager, lest they see their bonus disappear from tonight’s show. Donovan is still in his costume, replacing the ballet shoes with regular dress shoes to avoid ruining his best pair.

@murdersinthemaking

Ace loves social events such as these. He’s the face of the Family's more reputable ventures, and keeps himself totally separated from the underworld in which his father and brother dwell. As such, he often gets invited to dinners, galas, parties, fundraisers, all sorts of high class parties. Places where he can socialize as much as he wants, always under the watchful eye of his team of bodyguards.

Father has a soft spot for the arts, and Ace is glad he's allowed to help theaters like this one. The performance had been incredible. Visual arts are not his strong suit, truthfully, but dancing is different. One can watch bodies dance and think they’re beautiful without going into the philosophical nature of beauty.

Backstage, he looks around gleefully, a young man amidst old socialites. He listens to conversations and talks to anyone who he finds interesting. Out of the corner of his eye, he catches a glimpse of one of the performers he'd particularly admired, and smiles gently as he approaches. "You were wonderful. What’s your name?"

#(ask) #ask (murdersinthemaking) #murdersinthemaking #(mafia prince) #(mafia prince: donovan and ace) #(ace)

[soup-of-the-daisies]

i’ve talked about this before but i just LOVE the sheer potential of a james-sirius-severus trio?? especially with the three of them in the same hogwarts house.

they’re all geniuses and they’re all feral and they’re all a bit cruel. they’re canonically SO smart it’s annoying. they become animagi three months after first opening a book about it—not for remus necessarily, but just because the three of them are bored and wanted to challenge themselves (severus becomes a fruit bat and sirius suggest they call him ‘count snapula’). they’re inventing new spells left and right by their fourth year. the map is more interactive than it is in canon because they just really enjoyed continuing to tweak and improve it as they continued to learn.

having (at least) two frighteningly loyal Boy Buds behind him, one of whom has incredible parents, severus doesn’t end up falling down the far-right pipeline. severus also never ends up losing lily, so he’s not particularly bothered by james and sirius’ soulmate-ish behaviour. he gets included in their shenanigans so much that it’s rather stifling anyway, and he invents muffliato solely because their dormmates are completely done with the unhinged, evil cackling coming from their side of the room when they’re figuring out a new prank.

the potters are a safe haven for severus, just like they are for sirius; and severus adores his mum, he really does, but after she dies young the potters are the people he flees to. euphemia hugs him and kisses his temple, takes him into the backyard to practice duelling. fleamont is ecstatic to have a potions prodigy under his roof and they spend many a days brewing away. james doesn’t mind, is happy to share with sev and later sirius, then gets infuriatingly smug when lily visits and emerges from the potions lab with flushed cheeks and bright eyes, because i bloody told you she’d love my old man, sev, didn’t i? (no james, i told you that)

i’m not entirely sure where remus and peter fit into this au, mainly because i imagine that this trio is more possible if james and sirius are sorted into slytherin and i don’t think remus and peter would willingly end up there. i also don’t want to ‘replace’ remus with severus here; they’re very different people, though fanon!remus is similar to how i imagine severus here.

regardless, harry (should he come to exist) ends up with another uncle—reluctant, yes, and strict as all hell, but endlessly protective. also nobody dies because sirius and severus together? nothing will happen to james and lily.

like?? i think those three would’ve made such a good fit under different circumstances. both sev and sirius have an acerbic sense of humour, and james seems to have that as well. sirius is shown to respect intelligence, something that sev has in spades. the three of them as friends is, from the outside, just a rapid-fire exchange of witty barbs, interwoven with academic theories and seemingly devastating insults. nobody understands how they became friends because james is so annoying and sirius looks so mean and severus seems to dislike literally everyone, but they are friends and not one person can do anything about that.

if they’d joined forces they would’ve been unstoppable. voldemort is annoyed that they won’t join him. dumbledore is annoyed that they won’t listen to his orders, because apparently they ‘know better than him’. severus calls lucius an unbearable pasty white slug during a battle and james, hyped up on adrenaline, cackles so uncontrollably sirius has to yank him out of the way of spellfire. they’re that ‘on a leash’ meme in no particular order and it’s so great

#james potter #sirius black #severus snape #hp au #harry potter #marauders era #the bullying is 100% friendly in this au because that’s just what they’re like #lily joins the fray at some point and has the best possible time #walburga & orion have a conniption about sirius befriending a blood traitor and a half blood