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thinkingotherwise · 24 days

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Bofurin my new beloved.

Ways of loving

- five ways to show love, between you and the Wind Breaker characters.

First are the more notable first years (Sakura, Nirei, Suou, Sugishita, Kiryu, Tsugeura) and our dear Kotoha.

1. Words of Affirmation

Haruka Sakura - admitting love through phone when classmates can hear

You and Haruka were talking on the phone, you just had to talk with him about the depressing mood you found yourself in following the awful morning, knowing well enough that he could motivate you and make you feel much better. After talking almost the whole break your mood got a lot better and knowing that you would meet with him later on seemed to pick you up on its own.

Sakura didn’t mind you calling him and talking about your or his problems but there was always a moment he dreaded the most. No matter how many times you were talking on the phone he tried to go as far away from his classmates as he could. He loved you, he really did and wanted to tell you that even though it took so much confidence from him, but saying so in front of others was on a whole new level, which he wasn’t yet ready for. And so the whole time you guys were talking he was crouching behind one of the buildings to keep as much privacy as he could.

“Okay then, I’ll see you after school. Love you Haru.” You said sweetly and his ears coloured pink at the nickname you always called him.

“Love you more (N/n).” He replied trying to be suave with his wavering voice but then he heard the laughing and it wasn’t coming from his phone.

Sakura quickly stood up and looked back to be face to face with his whole classroom in the windows listening in on his conversation with you.

“Oh, I love you.” Kiryu started drawing out the words in a joking matter.

“Don’t worry (N/n), we will cuddle later on.” Takanashi said and started cuddling Kakiuchi who in return patted his head.

“No, love you more.” Suou joined in and later on a few more guys jokingly mocked the conversation they heard their class captain having.

Sakura felt himself boiling up, his face got all red and he wasn’t sure if it was because he was nervous and embarrassed or because he wanted to beat the hell out of the guys.

“Is everything alright, Haruka?” You questioned worriedly hearing a lot of voices from Sakura’s side.

“I-it’s fine, the idiots from my class were just listening in, clearly they want a beating.” He said firstly nervous but then his eyes darkened at the classmates.

“We will talk later, love you bye.” Sakura added and quickly hung up placing his phone back in the pocket.

He then turned fully to the guys.

“You better run.” He run up the wall and started climbing through the window to get to them as they started running away while screaming and yelling.

2. Acts of Service

Kyotaro Sugishita - doting on you during everyday activities

Filling the documents for your school club took so much of your attention that you didn't hear the people around you gasp and murmur about the moody boy standing in front of the clubroom. Only when one of your friends nudged you with their elbow did you look up and notice that everyone stared at the long-haired boy speaking to your club president.

You smirked at how uncomfortable Kyotaro looked and started packing your things. It was endearing that even though you told him he could wait outside, knowing that he didn't like socializing, he still came inside your school and even to your clubroom just to get you and walk you home.

"Can you just tell me why you are here?" Your president asked interrogating Kyotaro and you stepped beside them first turning towards you boyfriend in acknowledgment.

"Hi there Kyotaro." Then you turned towards your president. "I'll be leaving now, I'll fill the documents home and bring it to you tomorrow." You informed before grabbing Kyotaro's hand and pulling him through the halls and to your locker.

Changing your shoes Kyotaro held out his hands towards you to make it easier for you and you gladly took it. Leaving some books behind you closed the locker and followed after your boyfriend, outside the school and on the way to your home.

While walking home you got thirsty and when you reached for the juice you had in your bag you were saddened as you saw it was empty.

"Oh, it's empty." You looked inside the bottle looking at it as if it would make it full again.

A few seconds later a freshly opened bottle of tea appeared in front of you.

"Here." Your boyfriend held it in your sight.

"Huh?" You were slightly confused but when he took the empty bottle from your hands and replaced it with the new one you smiled at him.

He put the empty bottle inside his bag while you took a few sips of the tea.

"Thanks Kyotaro." You said and kissed the underside of his jaw.

Kyotaro's breath hitched at the action you just pulled. He grabbed your bag and went a few steps in front of you so that you wouldn't notice the blush on his cheeks. Your smile grew and you ran up to him to walk beside him towards your home.

Taiga Tsugeura - piggyback rides when you're tired

You were used to spending your evening with Taiga in the Muscle Power Establishment. You frequently went out with your boyfriend and most of the time it was to go to his favourite restaurant. You usually picked up one of their drinks trying to test each flavour, while Taiga was eating some high-protein meals after his training.

This evening, you had some blackberry protein shake and you sipped it through the straw. Your boyfriend sat in front of you finishing his banana pound cake as you listened to him telling the stories of recent events happening around the town.

You had your chin propped on your hand observing your enthusiastic partner. But even though his voice was always so energetic you found yourself slowly blinking more and more often with time passing.

As you started yawning, Taiga noticed your tired expression and sleepy gaze. He finished his food and started gathering his things.

“Come on, (Y/n), let’s go home.” His voice was softer when he stood beside you and you turned to him not even noticing when he came to your side of the table.

“Hmm.. oh okay then.”

The two of you said bye to the owner of the small restaurant and started your way home. Moving slowly you bumped into Taiga's side with every other step and he eyed you worriedly hoping you wouldn't hurt yourself. It wasn't common for you to be so tired after a long day and he was concerned if you would make it home.

As another yawn left your mouth you felt Taiga grabbing your hand and stopping before you. He smiled at you before squatting down.

“Go on, I’ll take you home.”

“You sure?” You asked looking at him and he sent another smile your way from behind his shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I can see you're tired. Besides, it’s like additional training for me.” He said trying to comfort you that he'd be alright.

You nodded and moved to his back. As you tried to position yourself more comfortably for him he stood up and bounced you on his back keeping a firm grip on your legs. Your hands immediately moved around his neck and your head fell on his shoulder.

"Taiga careful." You said near his ear and he laughed at your words.

"Sorry, sorry, are you comfortable now?"

"Yes, please tell me when you get tired, okay?" You asked but you knew he wouldn't tell you, still he confirmed with a nod and started walking in the direction of your home.

You felt so comfortable and warm leaning against his back that you soon closed your eyes. Taiga only noticed you fell asleep when he felt your head weighing on his shoulder. He squeezed your legs and continued towards your house with a smile, happy that he could help you when you were so exhausted.

3. Gift-Giving

Mitsuki Kiryu - giving him hair accessories and styling each others' hair

The fact that Mitsuki easily lost his pins was obvious to you and you were always carrying some spare ones in your pockets. In addition, whenever you were shopping and caught eye of some pretty hair accessories, that would suit him, you immediately bought them. With how many times that already happened, Mitsuki was used to receiving small gifts from you.

"Oh! These hairpins would match with the new cardigan Mitsu has." You muttered to yourself as you noticed the display in the shop you passed by.

Immediately you went in and looked through their accessories picking a few that you knew your boyfriend would like. With your hands full you went to the checkout and paid for everything, getting a small gift bag and placing everything inside.

You made your way towards your boyfriend's home with the package tightly held in your hand. As soon as you were close you sent him a message and when you rung the doorbell, the doors opened to Mitsuki who sleepily welcomed you and kissed your cheek.

Your smile grew and a small laugh left your lips as your eyes met his bedhair.

"Did I wake you up?" You asked as you sat down on the couch next to him.

His head fell on your shoulder and he shook his head.

"Not really, it was time to wake up anyway." Then his eyes followed to your hand and the small package.

"What's that? Did you find some new hairpins?"

"Yes." Your voiced echoed happily and he straighten up.

He took the gift you gave him and opened it checking the contents, he took everything out and laid it on the couch between you two. His fingers followed and touched each hairpin as he hummed to himself appraising them.

"Thanks, (y/n)." His lips met yours for a quick peck and you smiled in return.

"Would you like me to do your hair? We can use the new hairpins."

"Sure, babe. I'll go get the hairbrush." He said and quickly went to his room to collect the brush and comb.

When he came back he sat between your legs on the carpet. You then grabbed the brush from his hands and started running your fingers between his tresses as the hairbrush followed after. His hair was so soft and nice to touch you loved doing his hairstyles, especially after he confirmed that it felt really nice to have you play with his hair.

You spent the next couple of minutes pampering him and running your fingers through his hair styling it the way he usually wore it and putting a little too many hairpins in wanting to use as much of the ones you bought as you could.

4. Quality Time

Akihiko Nirei - thrift shopping together

You were searching through the aisles in the thrift shop looking for something that you or your boyfriend would like. It was like a habit of yours by now, every other week you'd visit some second-hand shop trying on different things and spending time together.

Moving to the next clothes hanger you noticed two colourful shirts, similar in style and kind of toned down on the patterns.

"They are perfect." You muttered to yourself and took them not even checking the size.

You then marched towards the changing rooms and knocked on one of the doors.

"Yes?" A familiar voice replied and you slowly opened the doors.

"I found the best thing ever, Aki look." Your voice echoed in the small fitting room and you shoved the two shirts in front of you.

Nirei straightened up after rolling up his pants he already noticed the shirts in the mirror but he still turned around and took one of the shirts, which was closer to his size, in his hands.

"It has nice colours, but why two?"

Your smile grew on your face as if waiting for that question. You bounced once on your feet as Akihiko took off his button-down to try on the one you brought.

"Well, it's pretty obvious. One is for you and the other one is for me." You said and he stopped when he put his hand inside the sleeve and your eyes connected in the mirror.

You observed his frozen posture and giggled as he stood in his T-shirt and half-dressed shirt. Hearing your words and giggles his face flushed red.

"Matching outfits." He softly whispered and you heard him only because of the close proximity to him.

"Yes, wouldn't it be cool?" You said as he slowly continued trying on the cloth.

"If you don't want to it's fine." You added and moved towards him to straighten the collar of the shirt and he watched your hands move.

"You look really good in this shirt, Aki."

He smiled at your compliment and muttered a small "Thanks."

"And I wouldn't mind if you were matching clothes with me." He added turning his head away from you trying to hide the red on his face but you could see it in the mirror making your smile grow fondly.

"Here, put on your jacket as well." You add taking the jacket he came in and he quickly put it on.

"Do I look like a bad boy in these clothes?" He questioned shyly looking at the mirror inside the changing room and fidgeting with the shirt.

"My handsome vigilante." Your lips touched his cheek and his eyes never left yours in the mirror while a small smile appeared on his face.

You then quickly put on the other colourful shirt and stood next to him, how lucky that it matched you perfectly. He showed you a double thumbs up meaning he also liked it on you.

"Come on my handsome bad boy, let's go pay for the clothes and go for some melon soda." You mentioned while taking off the shirt and he followed taking the clothes he chose and making your way towards the cashier.

Kotoha Tachibana - gardening together

Knowing how much Kotoha loved plants and you having a little free time decided to start gardening which seemed like a great way to relax and spent more time with her. She taught you a lot of things about the plants, including naming each plant you found cute and wanted to buy.

Every time Kotoha visited you, she knew you'd show off one of the plants you bought with her. But she didn't mind, she found your interest in one of her hobbies as a great and sweet gesture.

"Look at the lemon we bought last week, it already started to grow little lemons, so cute." You said excitedly bringing the big pot from the ground and holding it in front of you so she had a better view and didn't need to bow down.

"It seems like you're taking good care of it." She ran her fingers up some of the leaves and smiled at you.

"Of course, you were the one who taught me that."

You put the lemon down and took her hand walking a little further and onto the balcony.

"But the tomatoes are not doing that good." Your face fell and Kotoha thought she saw the imaginary puppy ears on your head drop down.

She stepped a little closer and crouched beside you examining the seedlings.

"Nah, I think they're good."

"They are nowhere as nice as the ones Umemiya-san has on his rooftop."

"Don't worry, you're doing great. Besides, I like your plants more." Your smile immediately got bigger and your eyes glimmered in happiness.

"Maybe don't mention it to Ume, because he'd be crestfallen." She added shortly after.

"Don't worry, your secret is safe with me." You saluted her jokingly making her chuckle.

After drinking some tea and talking about your days, Kotoha proposed to help you with your Chamaedorea, which needed a bigger pot. The two of you moved towards the balcony where you already had the soil and a bigger pot ready. She crouched beside you and started instructing you on replanting the greenery that was becoming bigger and bigger with each month passing.

"Here." Kotoha took off her glove and swiped the little patch of soil from your cheek as soon as you were finishing the replanting.

"You have a little dirt on your face."

"Thank you." You smiled brightly at her and patted the ground in the pot.

"No problem, cutie." She kissed the tip of your nose and you flushed surprised.

Yes, taking gardening as a hobby was such a good idea.

5. Physical Touch

Hayato Suou - handholding anywhere and everywhere, no matter who sees it

The most surprising thing about Suou after you started dating him was his touchiness. To say that this characteristic of your seemingly stoic and calm boyfriend shocked you is an understatement.

At the beginning of your relationship you were baffled and so so flustered whenever it happened. Of course, you just weren't used to it and as time passed by you became more confident in sharing physical contact with Suou.

You took every chance you got to cuddle with him on the couch, be it studying or drinking some new tea, and you especially loved holding hands with him or just playing with his fingers.

Now, the only thing you were still trying to get used to was PDA. You were still quite hesitant to show off your relationship, especially in front of big crowds but somehow you found yourself marching through the street hand in hand with Suou.

He was talking about this new tea blend that he bought and promised to make it for you as soon as you got back and you smiled at him saying thanks.

Suddenly your talk got cut off by some strangers that came to you.

"Hello, we are doing some street interviews in English and were wondering if you'd like to answer some questions." The girl pointed at the camera as she spoke to you.

Seeing that you instantly tried to let go of Suou hand and hide in embarrassment but he just chuckled at you and tightened the grip on your hand.

"Sure, no problem." He said confidently and you hit his biceps.

"Suou, why?" You whined and he patted your head with his free hand before turning back to the girl.

"So let's start." She switched to English and you tried to hide behind Suou but you only got to partially stand behind his left side while you became flustered at the thought of people on the internet seeing you.

Answering question after question Suou tried to include you too and when you got nervous he would caress your hand with his thumb while holding it tightly.

As soon as you finished and said bye to the two strangers you pulled on his hand and continued towards his home.

"You did really good, darling." He said leaning towards you and placed a quick kiss on your cheek making you shiver at the contact and you quickly hid your smile behind your free hand.

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boyinatown · 7 months

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Hi good day how are you? I really like Wind Breaker but I don't find smut about it. If you don't mind, won't you write about it.

BED-BREAKER

Summary: just smut about windbreakers boys.

Warning: sexual theme, oral sex, doggy style , missionary and cowgirl!

Pairing: Dom, Vinny , joker & Owen x f! Reader

Hi there, ofcourse, sorry this was posted late! I had some other works to post and started slacking off! You can always request anything here, next time please specify which characters you’d like. And I apologize if your wanted character wasn’t in this. - samii 💌

★ DOM KANG

dom 100% loves taking you about anywhere, one time he even requested having sex in his dads club.

Big fan of stomachs, no matter the size , scar , rolls , moles or any insecurities he just loves planting kisses on yours and because of your heat he often finds his self sleeping on it

During sex he’s not very loud , a few grunts here and there but nothing like whimpering or moaning unless you two have been at it for a while he would leave a few gaspy noises!

really into doggy style for some reason, he just loves how your ass slams back against his hips and how easily he can make it jiggle and red with his hand prints <3

He’s definitely big, I mean have you seen this guy? Packing about a 9/10 inch

He has a happy trail. Argue with the wall

Likes wrapping his arms around you , then continues to ravage you.

★ VINNY HONG

Despite his looks he gets embarrassed when you two have sex, but when he sees you underneath him clasping at the sheets or anything to control yourself his red eye glows with excitement to ruin you

He loves missionary so he can see your face, plant kisses on your jawline then savor the taste of your lips

He isn’t really into any specific type of body part , but he does love it when your breasts slightly bounce, and once again doesn’t care if their small , middle or huge. As long as he can watch he’s fine with it.

Vinny whimpers, I’m sorry but he does. He’s a sensitive guy and when you have sex he’s glad you chose him and cherish moments with him

Definitely spanks your ass when you walk by him or when your back is arched

Hickeys , hickeys lots of hickeys! Vinny can’t control his whimpers so he chooses to muffle them by painting your body with marks. <3

★ JOKER

this is unrelated but why doesn’t this motherfucker have a last name 😭

Joker loves cowgirl, that’s it. He just wants to hold your hips to thrust back into you and control your ever move even though your the one topping him. He can’t help it, that’s just how he is a dominator.

Speaking about dominator, he’s definetly a dom. Even if you tried to take over this mf will pin you down and just thrust harder into you not even stopping his hips for a second.

He’s fast in sex, fast and rough. Where do you think all that anger goes ?

he likes your ass, biting it , spanking it , kissing it. Anything <3 he just loves it. Sometimes he’d just slap your ass so hard you’d jolt high in the air then look back at him disappointed

He likes his arms, the way he can just choke you with them while fucking you from behind muttering stuff into your ear

When you guys fuck his earrings dangle and make noises so that’s sends you both over the edge

★ OWEN KNIGHT

he’s mean during sex, his eyes glowing in the dark and just making you whine for mercy.

Definitely fucks you in front of a mirror , just so you can see his blue orbs focused on you watching your every move even if you try to squint them he’d just force them open by pounding even harder

His favorite body part on you are your thighs , he likes having them on his shoulders while you massage his scalp while watching a movie, just holding you up in the air and to see them pressed against your chest when his cock keeps getting sucked into you

I headcannon he likes giving you oral sex more then you give him, something about you arching your upper body and thighs twitching makes him wanna pounce onto you, Ofcourse after you cum first <3

Has tried to record you two having sex before , but once he saw you looking at the camera with a fucked out look and eyes rolling back biting your lower lip he threw his phone away before smashing his lips onto yours roughly while his hips never stopped… but the recording luckily still went on and your voices were heard.

#dom kang windbreaker #dom windbreaker #Vinny hong windbreaker #vinny hong x reader #vinny windbreaker #joker windbreaker #Owen knight windbreaker #Owen knight #owen knight x reader #windbreaker smut #samii 🐈‍⬛

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blues824 · 1 year

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hi! could i request the octavinelle trio, riddle rosehearts and vil schoenheit with a “go with the flow” wise type s/o, like when they first arrived in twisted wonderland they were rather chill about it and said something about letting fate guide them and being scarily nonchalant about being taken to an entire different universe!!! they spew random advice all the time which turns out to always be helpful and because people at nrc are usually very standoffish seeing someone giving them random advice and a parting line like “ you did not ask for advice but it’s advice you needed, may you find peace in yourself” and just drifting away is so bizarre?? very much a pacifist and will try to avoid fighting, but if they have to fight they will absolutely win, clean your wounds that they caused give you a world changing life lesson, basically a oogway/uncle iroh mix s/o and g/n please! because just imagining a person from another universe basically outsmarting and out wording an entire school with meditation, tea and an hour long conversation is really funny in my head! love your work so much!

For the advice given in each character, read it aloud. It will make sense as to why I worded the phrases that way… except for Vil’s.

Riddle Rosehearts

Is most definitely concerned about your mental health and wellbeing. You were literally transported to a whole other world and your response was I guess this is where the universe has led me.

Once, Riddle was angry (when is he not) at Ace for ‘tarnishing the name of the Heartslabyul dorm and therefore the Queen herself’. You just put a calming hand on his shoulder and told him: You didn’t ask for advice but it’s advice you need for if you look within yourself, you will then feel complete.

It only became apparent when he overblotted and you packed him the f up (respectfully and out of necessity) that he was standing in his own way. He asked how you knew he needed to be told that and you shrugged, telling him that his vibes were just off but he had potential as you sat patching him up.

From that day on, he will join you in your meditation schedule because he knows that it can be very calming. He’s noticeably calmed down and became more lenient towards rule-breakers. Sure, they still get punished, but they get punished by adding more chores rather than collaring them.

Azul Ashengrotto

He is intrigued by your unique way of thinking compared to the other humans he has met. In fact, he can’t recall ever meeting a mer-person like this either. He was a bit surprised to hear you say I guess the wind shifted the sails after being teleported to Twisted Wonderland.

Once, when Azul was worried about losing profit and you just appeared out of nowhere and told him: You’re forgetting to take care of yourself because you worry about money, but it’s all for nothing. Now isn’t that funny?

It wasn’t until after his overblot that he realized the true meaning behind your words. He was just too dumb to notice. As you patched him up, he told you about his revelation and you giggled and said: Right on, man. Knew you’d get there eventually.

You will help him out with lessening his workload just so he has time to look after himself. Whenever he feels his stress levels rising, you lead him in some meditation. Your voice was just so gentle that he was having trouble not falling asleep. He tries to pay you for your efforts but you refuse, saying the universe brought you for a reason and that reason was to help a cecaelia in distress.

Jade Leech

He has somewhat similar viewpoints. He’s a go-with-the-flow person as well, and won’t often be derailed by inconveniences. However, he loves resorting to violence, which goes against your ideology.

Once, you saw that Jade was ‘hugging’ someone because they accidentally knocked over one of his mushroom planters and you came by and said: Bro, if you don’t let this go… it will drag you down deeper, more than you know

Of course, when he didn’t stop, you resorted to the last option. Absolutely smacking the shit out of him with a broom. Of course, you applied ice to the bruises and helped him, but this ordeal gave him a taste of a different side of you.

You’re actually glad to hear that he likes gardening, because it’s such a calming activity that allows you to give back to Mother Earth. You often go to his room or the greenhouse to meditate so that you can be one with nature. He joins you every once in a while, but no more than twice a week.

Floyd Leech

We all know how this man is. Mood swings left and right, ‘violence is always the solution’ mentality, the list goes on. He finds it amusing how you just randomly teleported here and your first words were: Fate has given me another adventure today.

Once, when Floyd was in a depressive mood, you came by and sat next to him. He was about to send you away when you said: Dude, your chakras aren’t aligned, not like how nature had you designed.

He didn’t get it at all until he actually observed you. You were always peaceful and serene, often found in a positive mood. It wasn’t until once when you pushed him away to save a baby bird outside that you gave off a negative vibe.

Floyd then decides to tag along with you. He still plays basketball, but he meditates and always makes time to go on walks to relieve stress. You’ve even given him mint and chamomile tea bags because they had soothing properties. Nowadays, he’s usually happy save for that once-in-a-blue-moon.

Vil Schoenheit

He also found it amusing how your first words were: The energy this place gives off is totally wack, but I’m vibing with it not gonna lie. Well, in case you didn’t know, everyone picks up on your wacky energy as well.

You once saw Vil angry because Epel wasn’t complying with his skincare routine, so you came by and said: You two are completely different species. How do you expect a crocodile and an anaconda to get along?

This went for everyone he couldn’t control, and he didn’t understand until after his overblot when you were the one tending to his wounds. You had apologized for resorting to violence, but he understood because it was necessary.

Now, he incorporates meditation into his yoga. He will often invite you over as well so that you could be yoga buddies and keep the other on-track. Vil noticed that he’s become more positive recently, all thanks to you.

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owlwithanapple · 4 months

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Your Hero

He is one of my favorite characters in mha. I want to write a future version of Bakugou Katsuki, I hope you guys will like it. 😘

Part 3.

( Bakugou Katsuki X Y/N )

U.A.High School ——

U.A. is the #1 ranked high school for heroics and is considered as the top Hero Academy in Japan. Students are separated based on their abilities into specific Departments and Classes.

U.A. is renowned for having trained and produced some of the best heroes in Japan, including the heroes you worship All Might and Endeavor.

You stand in front of the gate and unconsciously miss the former you. You used to be a lonely and cowardly girl. Although you have powerful Quirks, but don't have the courage to be a hero.

But one day when you were in danger, you met a hero named Lemillion (Togata Mirio). He saved you at your most dangerous time, he encouraged you to face your dreams bravely, and you were moved by his enthusiasm.

You did not hesitate to sign up for U.A.High School and finally entered the school with excellent performance. You became a student of Class A of Hero Class, and what's more amazing is that Lemillion (Togata Mirio) is your class director.

He enthusiastically taught the students and shared his personal life experience to let you know the hero Lemillion. He used to be an inferior student, but he always faced life with an optimistic attitude, and his persistent efforts finally honed his skills, and became Big 3 in U.A. when his senior year of high school.

He teaches you how to make your body more adaptable to your Quirks. Thanks to his guidance, you completely get out of inferiority and become an optimistic person.

After that, you were selected as an intern by the Hero Office in the United States. Lemillion encourages you to try new things. You really want to try, but afraid of being alone in a strange country.

Lemillion tells you that if want to be a hero, you should look at the world more. Since you have overcome your dream, don't be afraid of the future. This is your starting point and an opportunity for you to see more.

You finally decided to accept this opportunity. Pack up your mood say goodbye Lemillion and U.A. and go to a new place. This is the beginning of your new future and the starting point of the Wind Breaker story.

"Wow. Although I graduated, haven't been back to U.A. for a long time but I'm still nervous." You walk around.

" Isn't this Wind Breaker? Long time no see. Ahhahaha. " You hear a familiar voice.

You followed the direction of the sound, and you saw Lemillion penetrating through the wall and looking at you. You looked at his face and kept silent, he noticed that you didn't laugh.

"Lemillion, you really can't get tired of playing this joke." You say.

"Ahhahaha, it's really not boring." He removed his Quirks to leave the wall.

"Long time no see, Mr. Lemillion." You bow to him.

"Ahhahaha! Long time no see! Welcome back!" He greeted you warmly.

"Yes, I'm not used to it." You said with a smile.

"Ahhahaha, it's been a long time. Come in and have a chat!" Lemillion waved to you.

You followed Lemillion into the U.A. Came back to school for a long time which made you feel so fresh. You used to be a student, but now as a hero.

You walked to Lemillion's office and opened the door. You saw Sun Eater (Amajiki Tamaki) and Nejire-Chan (Hado Nejire) chatting on the sofa.

You notice that Amajiki is a little flustered in response to the topic, while Nejire always talks endlessly. You bowed to them, and they got up warmly to greet you.

"Welcome back! My student!" Togata said enthusiastically.

"Welcome back! Y/N!" Nejire hugs you warmly.

"Welcome... back, Wind..." Amajiki whispered with a smile.

"I'm back, everyone!" You said happily.

Nejire took you to the sofa to sit and chat together. Amajiki got up to make tea, and Mirio served the tea. You pick up the tea and taste it carefully.

"Neh neh neh! How is life in the United States? Are you busy? Will it be very hard? Will you be not used to it? Has anyone bullied you?" Nejire asked endlessly.

"You asked too many questions, Hado." Amajiki whispered.

"Ahhahahaha, a friend I haven't seen for a long time!" Mirio said.

"As usual." You said with a smile.

"I saw on the news that you were alone to save the water disaster people. It's amazing!" Mirio praises you.

"I watched the live broadcast... You blew away the sea with a strong wind... It must have exhausted a lot of strength." Amajiki said.

"I saw it! That's awesome!" Nejire praised you excitedly.

"Thank you for your praise. To be honest, I was very confused and didn't know what to do. I remembered that Mr. Lemillion taught me how to use Quirks well. I released a large amount of strong wind at once and blew away the sea." You smile.

"Ahhahaha, I'm proud of you!my student!" Marui laughs.

"But next time you still have to pay attention to your own safety. If you are involved in the sea, it will not only be difficult for you to get out but also civilians will be in danger." Amajiki guides you.

"Amajiki is right! Remember this! Y/N!" Nejire said.

"Okay~Yes~. Oh yeah! Mr. Lemillion, I saw Deku having dinner with his friends last night.Deku also asked me to sign his notebook." You said shyly.

"Wow! He also looked at your news and showed a look of worship. I wanted to say loudly, "Seeing that this is the strength of my students!" Mirio laughed proudly.

"Are you showing off?" Nejire laughed.

"Proud students..." Amajiki said.

"But Y/N, which firm are you going to work in or come to U.A. teaching?" Nejire asked.

"Ermmm, in fact, I haven't decided yet." You say.

"Don't worry... You are excellent... I'm sure many people will give you an invitation letter. " Amajiki said.

"Come on! Y/N! No matter what you choose, I will support you!" Nejire holds you tight.

"Ahhahaha! I will support you, too!" Mirio said enthusiastically.

You talked about what you experienced in the United States and the memories of the past. You are always guided by Big 3 as a teacher or friend and you are grateful.

There was a knock on the door, Mirio got up and walked to open the door. You see Erase Head (Aizawa Shota) standing at the door. He has guided you in close combat, you quickly get up and bow to him.

"Can hear your laughter from the outside. It's very lively. Long time no see, Wind Breaker. " Aizawa says hello to you.

"Long time no see , Erase Head." You bow.

"I saw your news. It's amazing." Aizawa praises you.

"Thank you for your praise!" You said with a smile.

"Don't be so polite to me. Now you are also my colleague. Let's sit on an equal level. " Aizawa said.

"Hahaha, I'm used to it unconsciously." You said with a smile.

"I remember that you didn't like to talk like Amajiki in the past. Maybe you were infected by Togata and Nejire. Now you like to laugh a lot." Aizawa said.

"Hahaha, that's right. They are all pointing me out, and it is inevitable that they will be infected by their smiles." You said with a smile.

"Fortunately, she was not infected by my isolation..." Amajiki said while hiding in the corner.

"Amajiki! Come Back! The corner is not fun!" You pulled Amajiki.

"Oh, by the way, Mirio. You have a class later, don't forget to prepare." Aizawa reminded Mirio.

"Ahhahaha! I was so excited that I forgot to teach later! Y/N! Let's talk about it again!" Mirio said.

"Then I'll visit first and then go back." You say.

"Go ahead, don't get lost." Aizawa said.

"Okay, goodbye!" You leave Mirio's office.

"You have excellent students..." Aizawa and Amajiki said.

"Ahhahahaha, of course!" Mirio said.

"I'm proud of her!" Nejire said.

You walked alone in the classroom corridor, recalling that you always came to the to find Mr. Lemillion. You were still a student full of curiosity about Quirks and always asked others some questions.

You notice the bulletin board in the corridor, you look closer at the photo above. You saw a group photo of the former seniors and teachers. You also saw the photos of the peak of All Might! You pick up your phone and take a picture.

You saw the photos of the U.A. Sports Festival, you also see the group photos of the Deku class. That time you watched on the TV, which was so exciting! The battle between Deku and Shoto at that time was super exciting!

You took a glance and saw a very strange photo from the U.A. Sport Festival. It was the dark history of Dynamight. You see Dynamight is fully restrained,his arms and hands restrained with locks, his body wrapped around a wooden log, chained to the podium and a face mask.

You still remember that All Might presented the award to Dynamight. You looked at Dynamight's face so distorted and horrible. Only his expression at the award ceremony impressed you. If you were at the scene, you would laugh!

You pick up your phone and take a picture of Dynamight's award-winning photo. You click on Dynamight's chat room, and hesitant to send it to him. But it felt fun, so you sent him a message.

"Hey! Hedgehog! I see you!" You send a message.

"Hedgehog? again! Where?" He reply in five minutes.

" *Pic.jpg* " You send photos.

"Damn it 🖕🏻! Fuck this photo! Are you in U.A?!" He replied.

"Hahaha, I'm sorry, I really laughed for a long time!" You reply.

"Are in U.A. ? What are you doing?" He reply in a second.

"Are you free? So quick reply? 🤨" You reply.

"I'm on patrol so I'm free. So you are in U.A. ?What are you doing! Answer me! 💥 He replied.

"Recall the past, bye-bye. 👋🏻 " After you send a message, you put your phone in pocket.

Your story begins in U.A. and you are lucky to meet the Big 3. Otherwise, you will regret that you don't have the courage to chase your dreams all your life.

"Hello, Wind Breaker~" Someone touched your shoulder to say hello to you.

"All Might!" You see one of the heroes you admire.

"Hahaha, I almost couldn't recognize you. Become so beautiful and confident. " All Might said with a smile.

"You praise me so much. I'm a little embarrassed." You say.

"You are already an excellent professional hero. Try to learn to accept praise and build your self-confidence." All Might said with a smile.

"I will work hard. I'm just starting out." You bow to express your gratitude.

"Very good! Remember to be confident at all times. Bye-bye." All Might waved goodbye.

You stay where you are and think about what All Might just said to build your own self-confidence. He is very right. If you don't have confidence, you can't be sure of anything.

Take your time and recall your past bit by bit. Now you can proudly say that you are already a professional hero. After a lot of training finally reached that stage.

The whole time has passed, and it's already class time. You decide to leave U.A. first and find a place to have lunch to fill your stomach. You take out the phone and search for the recommended place for lunch.

There was an unread message 30 minutes ago, and you remembered that your phone was in silent mode. You see that the sender is Dynamight! Holy shit! It's this guy's message! Hurry up and click on the message to read the content!

"I'm in U.A., where are you?💥" The message he sent.

"Ha?! He is in U.A.?! Where! Why didn't I see it?!" You didn't reply to the message but looked around.

You looked around as you walked, but you didn't see him. Is this guy lying to you? It should be impossible to come all the way to U.A. look for you...

Your stomach is rumbling. You ignored his message and prepared to leave U.A. You wear a hat, glasses and a mask to cover yourself up. Although professional heroes are public figures, you still have to keep some of your private lives.

You prepare to go downstairs, you hear someone coming. He also wears a duck-billed hat, glasses and masks. Wearing a white coat with red sportswear, black punk trousers and black boots.

Don't know who he is, but you are sure that he is a professional hero. In U.A. is common including yourself dressed up like this.

He went upstairs and walked straight in your direction, you politely prepared to make way for him first. But he stopped in front of you , two steps away from you. You thinking that this guy is on your way?

"Ummm..... Could you please get out of the way?" You say.

"You are very bold! I waited for you 30 minutes, but you didn't reply to my message. " He said.

"Hedgehog!?" You are surprised.

"That's right! Otherwise, who do you think it is? Tchh!" He stamped his feet.

"You really come to U.A. ?" You say.

"Otherwise, you think I'm joking with you!" He said.

"Hahahaha, you guy is so serious." You said with a smile.

"Oh! Fuck! I've been looking for you for a long time! If All Might hadn't told me that you were still on campus, I would have gone back." He said.

"Wow, so why are you looking for me?" You asked doubtfully.

He was silent for a moment, you wondered why he came to you after finishing his work. You poked him on the shoulder he raised his head, you both looked directly at each other's faces. You not used to it. The first time saw him, he was wearing a hero's suit.The second time was a sportswear, and now the third time, maybe the style he often wears.

In order to resolve the current delicate atmosphere, you ask him, "Ummm... Do you want to have lunch together? "

He kept staring at you and said nothing. You feel very nervous, and there is a feeling that he is going to scold you. Did you make too much fun of him? Is he angry? Usually he is a little terrible, but now it's even more terrible not to talk!

You hurriedly wanted to take a step back, but you accidentally stepped on the air and fell down. He directly grabbed your arm and supported you. After you stand firm, you look up at him, and the distance between you is very close!

"Thank you for catching me, or I will definitely fall down." You bow to express your gratitude.

"The second time." Dynamight said.

"Ha?" You are confused.

"The first is the explosion case, and the second is the stairs." He said.

"Right! That's because I always believe that Dynamight will catch me!" You said with a smile.

"Tchhh! Be careful next time! Idiot! If you break your leg, I will laugh you to death!" He went downstairs.

"Ah~Dynamight is very worried about me, why don't you be honest?" You followed him and laughed.

"Shut up! Woman!" He yelled at you.

"Bastard, the famous Dynamight, at least I'm your colleague or comrade-in-arms. Don't always call me a woman. I have a name and a Hero Name. At least remember it for me. " You hit him hard in the back.

"Fuck, you...!" He stared at you.

"Are you dissatisfied? The arrogant idiot, Lord Dynamight!" You said angrily.

After you shouted at him, he was stunned and didn't give you any reaction. You sighed helplessly and ignored him and left U.A. building, you stand at the gate want to look back to see if he followed, but you are very upset about his attitude.

Forget it! Feed your stomach first! When you turn on your mobile phone to search for a delicious lunch, one hand takes your mobile phone. It was the Dynamight idiot who took your phone.

"I warn you to give me back my phone..." You reach out to him and ask him for you phone back.

He sighed, pulled down his hat and said to you, "I'm sorry, Y/N."

"What?" You were surprised that he apologized to you.

You listen to his apology, it's cute and contrasting! That Dynamight actually apologized! You glanced and noticed that his ears were a little red. Is he shy? It makes you soft in an instant, but it's also good!

"Didn't you hear that? I'm apologizing!" He gave you back your phone.

"I can't hear you. Someone apologized to me?" You look the other side.

You noticed that his expression seemed to be distorted. Although this guy is a famous professional hero, he is very famous for his work efficiency and temper. It's likeable and annoying.

"You...!" Dynamight is close to you.

"If you want me to forgive you, take me to lunch! I'm hungry~" you said with a smile.

"Tchhhh...come with me." Dynamight walks next door to you.

You followed him to the next door of a black Ferrari 812 GTS. You were stunned. Is it his car?

After he showed the car key to unlock the car, he said to you, "Get in the car."

"Oh! All right." You get on the car and sit in the co-driver's seat.

You fasten your seat belt and look around at the cool structure in the car. How rich is this guy and his own car! He started the car, stepped on the accelerator and turned the steering wheel to start driving the car.

You heard from Red Riot that although Dynamight has set up agency and work alone. He can always maintain the ability to complete the work alone. It can also maintain high efficiency and arrive at the scene at any time.

"Hedgehog, where are you taking me?" You asked curiously.

"Sold you." He said.

"Your expression... It's really not like you're joking with me. " You said with a smile.

"Hahaha! Are you afraid? But unfortunately, I just took you to the place where I often go for lunch. " He said.

"If you really want to sell me, remember to make a good price!" You said with a smile.

"Tchh, shut up." He laughed and said.

"Hedgehog, ask you. How do you maintain your work efficiency? " You are curious.

"What?! You also a professional hero. Do you ask me?" He said.

"I'm just curious~ Let's talk about it." You said coquettishly.

"Tchh... Okay, okay, I'll barely tell you. Keep in touch with other agency, pay attention to live news at any time, and maintain a stable mood to deal with various emergencies." Dynamight explains.

"At that time, you could react immediately to the explosion case. In fact, you had seen the live news before you left..." You asked.

"Right, my office also nearby so I can go directly to the scene." He said.

"Hmmm~ If you change your bad temper, maybe I will become your fan and worship you." You complain.

"Believe it or not, I'll kick you out of the car. You'd better worship me!" He complained.

"I admire All Might, Endeavor and Lemillion. If Dynamight, I'm thinking about it." You said with a smile.

"Heh! They are already legends. Now it's the era of Dynamight, Deku and Shoto." He said.

"I know, Top 3!" You say.

After he parked the car, he took a deep breath as if he was ready to say something. Did you say something wrong? Are you going to be scolded? I really want to get off the bus~

"I'm in the Top 1 now. You'd better just worship me and look at me with your eyes." Dynamight looked at you and said with a bad smile.

"I refuse!" You shout.

"You'd better tell me that Dynamight is the strongest and the best, or I won't let you get out of the car." He pinched your cheek with both hands.

"You are forced to make me worship you! Bastard Dynamight illegally attacked the hero! Let go of me!" You shout.

Suddenly found that you were so close to his face, and his body was so close to you. Although you have been close, this is the closest time to you and him face to face.

He noticed that you were very close to him, he loosened your cheeks and returned to his seat then looked out of the window. To relieve the tension, you also look out of the window and don't talk to him.

"Forget it, I'll let you go this time. Next time I will definitely ask you to say that you admire Dynamight very much. " He whispered.

"If you have that willpower, it's better to use it at work..." You whispered.

You two glanced at each other, and you both blushed!

"Why are you blushing, idiot!" He said you.

"You blush, too!" You said nervously.

You two were silent for a moment--

"Ermmm, hedgehog... I'm hungry." You say.

"I know... get out the car." He said calmly.

You arrived at a ramen shop, and you walked in together. Dynamight greeted the owner of the ramen shop and took you to the corner seat. The owner said that the corner seat was dedicated to Dynamight, because he always sat alone in the corner while working and eating ramen.

After you sit down look at the menu and think about what kind of ramen you want. Dynamight ordered spicy ramen, you ordered the signature pork ramen and added two cups of warm tea. Look the environment here and the smell makes you salivate.

"A dull face." Dynamight said that he turned on the live news on his phone and then turned down the volume.

"You are an idiot workaholic." You complain about him.

"As long as Villain is not completely eradicated, we need to work every day." He said.

"That's right." You say.

You take a sip of tea and wait for ramen. It's a little embarrassing for Dynamight to work in front of you. Suddenly, you two have nothing to say. It's really strange. You twojust had a quarrel.

You take out your phone and check the email. Many invitation letters from the Hero Agency you haven't been read yet. You click in one by one to see who sent you the invitation.

"Neh, whose agency do you recommend?" You ask.

"Ha? Why don't you choose by yourself?" He looked at you and asked.

"I haven't figured it out yet." You explain.

"Which agency are you interested in?" He asked.

"Fatgum, Hawks and Shoto." You say.

"Ha?! That icy-hot guy gave you an invitation letter?!" He stared at you..

"Yes... Don't you name your friends?" You are curious.

"Tchhh...so? Which way are you going?" He asked.

"Hmmmm, I haven't decided yet. Maybe I'll visit and understand the environment first." You say.

Your phone now shows that you have received a new email. You click in to check it.

Title: Dynamight Agency Invitation Letter.

"Why?" You look at Bakugou in a panic.

"Are you not satisfied?" Bakugou looked at you and said.

"Aren't you acting alone?" You asked doubtfully.

“I think if the strength of Wind Breaker, it shouldn't slow me down..." Bakugou flirted and said.

"It feels like you are mocking me, but I will consider it. Of course, it depends on your attitude towards me." You mock.

"Let you wait for a long time! Here comes your ramen!" The owner served it enthusiastically.

"Finally! I'm so hungry!" You take a pair of chopsticks and hand them to Bakugou.

"Thank you." Bakugou took the chopsticks.

"Dynamight, is it your girlfriend? A gorgeous." The owner asked quietly.

"Unfortunately, I'm not his girlfriend. I won't fall in love with a guy who can't remember my name." You spit out your tongue.

"Tchh... Shut your mouth and eat your ramen." The corners of Bakugou's mouth rose slightly.

"Take your time." The owner left.

"Y/N." Bakugou said.

"What's the matter?" You ask.

"Y/N." Bakugou said again.

"So what!?" You stared at him.

"Your name very beautiful. I always remember your name and Hero Name." Bakugou flirted and said.

"Shut up... Bakugou..." You lowered your head and whispered shyly.

The atmosphere is so ambiguous. Obviously, you just came to eat ramen. Now it makes you and Bakugou seem to be flirting. He also looked at you with a proud face. You took the meat from his bowl and put it in your own bowl.

"Hahaha, childish. If you still want to eat, just order it. It's my treat." Bakugou laughs.

"Okay~." You laugh.

You two laugh naturally after looking at each other. You chat with him while enjoying your ramen. You know this guy is not bad, but he likes to play with you. You can't do anything about him.

Part 3 end.

* If you have any ideas, you can leave them in the comment section, and I will try to add in the story.*

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unverified-mawa · 11 days

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There's something about WIND BREAKER that really taps into a neanderthal desire to get protected from predators in exchange for food.

Like god I wish I could be that specific cafe lady, listening to hot-headed delinquents with hearts of gold argue about their stupid, stupid problems.

Also if anyone tried to cause me grief the vigilanteens could turn on them like a pack of wolves.

#anime #wind breaker #wind breaker anime #windbreaker #delinquent anime

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mallowsweetmiri · 1 month

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Peaches - Part One

~ A Fred Weasley Fic ~

“God I’m so fucking tired of this shit,” you groan as you let your head fall onto the table. It was going on hour three of doing homework and studying for your charms exam.

“The fact that you’re probably the best in our class and even you’re struggling with this exam is not making me feel better,” your friend Lucy sighs. You continue to groan as you shift your head back and forth in your hands and rub your eyes. You weren’t even talking about the exam.

“Think I’m gonna go for a walk, care to join?” You ask your friend, but she shakes her head and says she’s too nervous and has to continue her studies or else she’ll surely fail. You shrug and begin to pack your bag. You wanted to be alone anyway.

It was your sixth year at Hogwarts and you were arguably one of the best students in your class. The only issue was that this year you were finding it hard to give a single fuck about studying or doing your homework. For starters, the Tri-wizard Tournament served for an easy distraction. With swarms of new and interesting faces, it was hard to focus on a potions essay. Secondly, you had no idea what you wanted to do. When you were younger, you wanted to be a curse breaker like your dad. You had even completed your owls last year to pursue this career and now you were stuck taking some of the most difficult courses at the school. But that was before it happened.

You sighed, shoving your hands in your pockets as you wandered out of the south exit. The brisk November air struck your nose making you sniffle. You always preferred the fall. The cold air cleared your head and the rapid changes in the landscape peaked your interest. You wandered over to a browning tree and took a seat on its roots. You let your eyes lock onto the shore of the lake and finally let your mind wander.

It had happened over the summer. You were an only child born to two powerful wizards. Your mom had died in the first war. Both of your parents had spoke out against dark wizards. Both had fought for the good side. Only one had died. Your dad did his best to raise you on his own, but losing the love of his life took its toll on him. It didn’t help that you were the spitting image of your mother. Darkened curls falling over your petite frame with the face of a vixen. But you had your father’s hazel eyes. You finally broke out of your stare as you let your head fall with a broken laugh. God, you missed his eyes. The career that he had dedicated his life to had taken it. It didn’t matter how skilled he was. His fate was sealed the second he touched the object. At least that’s what the curse breaker department had told you that day. Now both of your parents were dead.

The upside, you scolded yourself for even calling it an upside, was that you were now left a fortune and a house. All to yourself. At 17 years old.

“Fuck!” You yelled into the wind as you let out an exasperated groan. This walk wasn’t helping you at all. Nothing seemed to help these days. Your head jerked up as you heard a chuckle from behind you. He was strolling towards you with that stupid smirk that was always plastered on his face. Fred Weasley. You rolled your eyes. “Just my luck,” you muttered turning away to face the lake again.

“Hey, don’t mind me. Sometimes you just gotta let it out,” he chuckled, continuing to walk towards you. Soon he reached your tree and he leaned up against it, his body towering over you as you sat on the ground. You look up to see his brown eyes looking down at you, that stupid smirk still covering half his face.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your voice cold and emotionless. Fred raised his eyebrows, the freckles on his nose moving with them.

“I was just using the owlery… are you alright?” He asked. He seemed genuinely concerned. You guessed yelling fuck at the top of your lungs didn’t exactly paint the picture of mental stability. You sighed and clenched the inside fabrics of your pockets.

“Just peachy,” you spat. He chuckled again at this and pushed himself off the tree.

“Well, just peachy, I’m going back to the castle if you care to join me. It’s cold out here,” his arms clung closely to himself as he said this, shivering. He was only wearing a thin long sleeve. Your mouth curved up into a little grin. For some reason this had made you laugh.

“Maybe ‘cause you’re daft and came outside without a jacket. I’m fine staying out here. Like I said, I’m just peachy,” you say with a sickly sweet smile before dropping it completely and turning away from him again. You don’t even see him smile at your sarcasm.

“Alright have fun freezing out here, just peachy. Hmm, peach. That has a ring to it,” he ponders as he lazily strolls back to the castle. You watch him as he continues through the bridge. It was very rare to see him without his other half, what was he doing in the owlery without George?

You sat outside for a little while longer. You let your mind wander over the possibilities of what the prankster could’ve been doing. At least the exchange had taken your mind of things for a bit. You pushed yourself off the ground and began the journey to the great hall. It was Sunday, and tomorrow you’d have to burden yourself with classes and a charms exam. But for tonight, you’d stuff your face and maybe laugh with your friends and get a goods nights sleep. Hopefully. You hadn’t been sleeping well.

Soon you pushed through the doors of the hall, the smell of roast and potatoes filling your nose. Your stomach growled. You strolled over to the Slytherin table.

“Y/N! You had me worried, that was a long walk,” Lucy frowns as you sat next to her. You waved her off and began to fill your plate with dinner. She pouts and pushes her short brown hair behind her ear. It was so sleek that it immediately fell back in front of her face, making her huff again.

“Oh come on Luce, you should know better than to worry about Y/N by now. She’s a strong, independent woman,” Cassius smirked, taking a sip of his pumpkin juice. You rolled your eyes.

“Oh, fuck off Cass,” you huffed, but you couldn’t help but smile a bit.

“Ah, there’s that smile we love so much,” Cassius gushed at you from across the table. You chuckled a bit and continued to eat. Your smiles were few and far this year.

You finished up dinner with your friends before you all headed down to the dungeons for some much needed sleep. Cassius bid you goodnight as you and Lucy trudged up the stairs into your dormitory. You immediately threw your stuff onto a chair and began to undress.

“Can we please wake up early for breakfast and study for the exam? I could really use your help Y/N… please?” Lucy begged with a cute pout. You chucked. You couldn’t say no to your best friend. Especially when she looked positively precious.

“Of course, Lucy darling. I’ll make sure you’re awake too,” you say as you cross the room to hug her. She brushes her fingers through your hair as you snuggle into her. You’d always been affectionate with each other.

“Aww my little Y/N,” she kisses the top of your head, “go on and get some sleep now. I need my tutor to be well rested!” You chuckle as you climb into your bed and she does the same. Lucy had been there for you through everything. You drift into sleep with the comfort of having your best friend in the bed next to you.

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The next morning, you and Lucy had woken up early and made your way down to the great hall. The two of you sat with your notes sprawled in front of you beside two cups of coffee and some toast. You were taking a bite of your food when Lucy raised her head at something from across the hall.

“Weasley incoming…” she said wearily. You furrowed your eyebrows and whipped your head forward, only to confirm that a Weasley was in fact approaching the two of you.

“Mornin’ peach. I couldn’t help but see you from across the hall. What are you doing down here so early?” He asked, sitting down at the bench across from you as if it was normal. Both you and Lucy looked at him with confused expressions, but his lazy grin stayed stubbornly on his face. Why was he here?

“Um, we’re studying for our charms exam…” you said flatly. He folded his hands together.

“Funny! I’m doing the same exact thing,” his smile was lopsided as he leaned across the table to peak at your notes. You instinctively covered them quickly with your arms and pulled them towards your body.

“Funny! Maybe that’s cause we’re in the same class, Fred,” sarcasm oozed from your voice. Finally his stupid smile was replaced with furrowed brows.

“We’re in the same class?” He asked, dumbfounded. Lucy laughed into her cup of coffee, looking at me with knowing eyes. It was my turn to smirk now.

“Yes, Fred, we’ve been in the same class quite a few times. Oh wait! I forgot, your heads always shoved up your ass! That must be why he’s never noticed us before,” I gasp, turning to Lucy with a positively cherry smile glued to my face. Fred throws his head back and rubs his hand over his tired eyes.

“Fuck I’m sorry… and you even know my name…” he trailed off, looking only mildly embarrassed. You’re surprised he has even an ounce of shame in him.

“I think the whole school knows your name. And your brothers.” Lucy says, chuckling at him. Is he really that daft?

“Well since you both seem to know my name, may I ask yours?” He asks all gentleman like. You just know Lucy is eating this shit up.

“I’m Lucy,” she chuckles and they smile at each other. He turns to you, eagerness in his eyes. You roll yours.

“Go back to your table Weasley, I’m not giving you my notes or my name,” your response makes him pout slightly but that stupid smile pops right back as he begins to stand.

“Alright, alright,” he throws his hands up in defense, “I hear you loud and clear, peach. See you in class,” he waves at you two before walking back to the Gryffindor table. You spot George cracking up at the table with their other friend.

“Peach?“ Lucy laughs hysterically. You groan and pull your notes again.

“The last thing I need this week is a Weasley bothering me…” you grumble, but Lucy just kept giggling.

“I don’t know, he’s kind of funny. He is a prat though for not knowing our names,” she lets out one last chuckle before turning back to studying.

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Fred’s POV

I can see George and Lee hysterical as I retreat back to the gryffindor table.

“Wow! That looked like it went great,” George cracked up, slapping Lee on the shoulder.

“Well, those Slytherins are known for their kindness,” Lee choked out. I roll my eyes but I couldn’t help but join the laughter.

“Well her friend was nice enough,” I shrugged as I took my seat, “but apparently they’re both in our charms class.” George threw his head back with a fit of laughter.

“Yeah, no shit Freddie! When you pointed her out as the girl you saw yesterday I thought it clicked in your head that it was Y/N.”

My jaw dropped. Are you kidding me?

“I didn’t even know her name…” I couldn’t help but laugh at myself. This only made George and Lee go into more hysterics.

“Well good luck befriending her now, mate,” Lee clapped my shoulder as we continued to eat and study.

I glanced over my shoulder again at her.

Y/N… How had I never noticed her before? She’s not like any girl I’ve met at Hogwarts. I suppose I had never really given a second thought to Slytherins…

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I hope you guys enjoyed this first part of my new Fred series! Also sorry I have visuals described for Y/N but I have a certain character in mind for this one hehe.

I have the first few parts written out so I’ll post them rn!

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babybatgrimm · 4 months

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New Year's Party, Invitation

Summary: head cannons for the 141+ boys, how they ask you out to the new year's party.

Warnings: None, fluff, GN!Reader,

A/N: Hey everyone! Glad to be (hopefully long term) back! This is part 1 of 2, the night of the party itself I will post on new year's eve.

The Question:

It’d been a long mission, everyone was enjoying their downtime while they could. You'd decided that the best place to wind down was on the balcony overlooking a mountain range.

The fresh air blowing past in gentle waves, the smell of clay and oncoming rain in the air. You say on the edge, legs dangling off the edge of the balcony through the fence, arms gently resting on a rail.

After about an hour of letting your mind go blank, listening to the remaining birds chirping on the wind as the sun goes down, the harsh sound of the heavy external door interrupts the tranquillity.

Johnny ‘Soap’ Mactavish

He'd stepped out into the fresh air with a deep breath and a sigh, taking in the crisp air of the dusk.

Scanning the surrounding area, his eyes land on you, staring off into the distant mountains. He pauses for a moment before closing the door behind him with another harsh clunk. “Mind if I join ye’?” He asks, surprisingly quietly for the generally loud man.

With your gentle nod as permission, he walks over, his heavy boots thumping against the metal balcony before he sits beside you, mimicking your pose with his legs off the edge. He feels his heart start to race as he stares off into the distance with you, his mind following suit with doubt and wanting.

He clears his throat, gaining a sideways glance from you which heats his cheeks to a light red. “So uhh…” he says, louder than he intended, with a short pause he asks, “are ye’ going to the New Year's party next week?”

Your eyes drift to his already on you, clearly trying to hide the impatience in his eyes as he waits for an answer. A soft smile graces your lips before you answer. “You trying to ask me out, Mactavish?” A playful edge to your voice as you tilt your head to the side.

His face flushes a darker hue, glancing away at the question but wanting to stand his ground he puffs his chest out a little. “If I am?”

You give him a small smirk, pausing to feign thinking for a moment before replying, “I'd say you should pick me up at seven that night.”

Johnny is stunned by your words, blinking as you get up and dust off your pants. “If not-” you say, taking steps to the door inside, “-I guess I'll have to ask someone else.”

“I am.” He replies quickly, a little louder than he expected to.

With another small smirk you pause after hauling the door open. “Then you already have your answer, don't you?”

With another clunk from the heavy door, Soap is left alone on the quiet balcony, flustered but grinning to himself from ear to ear.

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

His boots echo thuds up the side stairs leading to the balcony, hands shoved in his pocket as he rummaged for his pack of cigarettes. Finally pulling one out and lighting it, he puffs out a cloud of smoke into the gentle flowing breeze.

His eyes snap to you as he takes the final steps up the balcony, watching you stand from where you were sitting and wave away the smoke from your face.

He stops a few metres away from you, glancing down at the smoke trailing from his cigarette before he locks back onto you giving him a small glare.

“Got a problem with smoking?” He asks gruffly, his voice gritty against the quiet.

“I'm not exactly a fan.” You reply with a snippy tone.

“That a deal-breaker?” He asks, raising a brow at you, waiting for a response.

You roll your eyes, folding your arms across your chest with a small huff. “I suppose it is. Why, you wanna ask me out?” Your tone is sarcastic as you level him with a glare.

To your surprise, he lifts the cigarette and puts it out on the back of the packet before he tosses it into the bin on the corner of the balcony. “Yeah. And I am. New year's.” He states, stepping closer to you and towering over you a small bit. “Eight o'clock?” He asks.

With a stunned blink you stare up at him before replying. “I'll be there.” You nod, voice quiet in the breeze.

John Price

He was on his way onto the balcony, a cigar perched on his lip as he attempted to light it. The breeze proves a difficult opponent in that task as his eyes wander their way to you sitting on the edge. “Something on your mind, kid?” He asks with a quiet huff of relent, stuffing his cigar away for later.

“Just trying to relax a little after that mission.” You reply with a soft sigh, languid eye trailing over to him.

“Don’t blame you on that one.” He hums quietly, taking a lean against the railing, standing beside you. “You did good kid.” The quiet praise on the breeze as he stares off to the mountains with you.

His words ring in your ears for a moment before you reply. “Thank you, sir.” You reply calmly, a small smile pulling your lips.

“You going with anyone to the party next week?” His question is stark in the silence, but his tone is so calm and casual it catches you off guard.

“No, I was gonna go by myself-” you reply after a moment's pause, “what about you cap?”

“I was hoping you would, if no one had asked you yet.” he says bluntly, looking down at you sitting beside him.

A small giggle and a smile spill from your lips. “Well how can I say no to that?” You ask sarcastically, teasing lightly back at him. He gives a warm chuckle at your words. “Shall we say, seven?”

A confirming nod from you as you smile at him. “Sounds good.”

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

Trudging his way up the stairs to the balcony he sighs, feeling the breeze hit his face and quickly catching sight of you. “I see I’m not the only one with a fondness for the view up here.” He says calmly, a small smile on his face as he takes steps closer. “Mind if I join you?”

You smile back at him, glancing his way before nodding. “Of course.” You reply simply, leaning into the rail slightly more. With a small grunt he sits down beside you, leaning his weight back on his arms with a sigh.

After a few minutes of calm silence, Gaz finally speaks up. “hey uh… you going with anyone to the party next week?” His question is hesitant but convicted, like he’s psyched himself up to ask.

“No, nobody has asked me to go with them.” you reply simply, not thinking too much about the question.

“Well-” He begins, glancing occasionally over to you. “Will you go with me?” He asks with a bit more confidence in his voice. A small smile pulls your lips as you lean back to look at him.

“I think you could persuade me.” You reply with a soft giggle, Gaz can’t help but smile at your words.

“I’m all ears, as long as it ends in us going together.”

The pair of you share a small laugh as the sun sets.

Konig

He’d come looking for somewhere to get away from the team for a quiet moment alone. He hadn’t expected to find anyone on the balcony, least of all you. sitting alone on the edge with a wistful daze in your eyes. “You needed a moment alone too?” He asks gently.

a small sigh escapes you as you nod. “Long mission, needed the quiet.” You reply simply.

“I understand.” he replies, walking over with thumping boots. “May I sit with you?” He asks, peering down at you from his towering height. As you reply with a small nod, he lumbers his way down to the floor with you, taking in the scenery with a deep breath. “Too many people inside, no?” He smiles down at you kindly.

You return his smile, nodding slightly. “You’re not so bad though.” you say softly, looking up at him for a moment before focusing back on the landscape.

“Then maybe you’ll join me at the party next week?” His voice cracks ever so slightly on the word ‘join’ before regaining his composure.

You smile up at him. “I'd love to, Konig.”

Despite his mask, the squint of his eyes shows just how big his smile down at you is before he turns back out to the scenery.

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Dangerous and Delightful — Chapter 3 — The Three Broomsticks again

— PAIRING: Sebastian Sallow x F!Reader

— SYNOPSIS: Sebastian is a purveyor of forbidden artefacts, a dark arts researcher, and a curse-breaker for hire. Ominis, desperate to save him from himself, hires Reader in secret to persuade him, by any means necessary, to leave his illegal activities behind.

— WARNINGS: a bit of angst and awkward flirting

— WORDCOUNT: 3.4k

— A/N: Follows right after the previous chapter. This is just one big exposition of adult!Sebastian's thoughts and feelings about the dark arts. Enjoy!

— TAGLIST: @micheruhime @sarcasticpluviophile

Having a butterbeer at the Three Broomsticks was not what she expected to do that day when she met Sebastian in London, but after getting over her grouches and complaints at having to walk all the way to Hogsmeade in her nicest dress, she could allow herself to appreciate the calm and quiet atmosphere of the place. It felt like being back in school. The wooded area had not changed at all in the years since she’d last been there, and neither had the village and its people.

The Forbidden Forest had dominated the horizon the whole while as they approached, standing tall and dark to their left, and the little river whispered as they crossed it on the little stone bridge. They walked by little packs of students heading back to Hogwarts before nightfall, and in the village found the same old vendors she used to stop at for supplies and sweets.

By the time they were sat at a table in the inn, the hem of her dress was brown with mud, and even her broad lady’s hat could not save her hair from the gusts of wind that ravaged them as they walked there, and the things it carried on it.

“My treat,” said Sebastian, putting their drinks down while she picked stray fluff and flower petals and insects from her hair.

“I see you are very skilled at escaping,” she said with a smirk. “Had a lot of practice in it?”

“It’s a skill that keeps one alive,” he shrugged with false modesty, leaning casually over his seat. His shirt collar had come undone and his hair looked even messier than usual, but the look suited Sebastian very well. The adventure had even put colour in his cheeks, and a healthy blush now covered his freckles.

“I must say, I never knew a wizard to Apparate at such a distance. Your range is impressive.”

“This region is one very close to me. I’ve come here often, by magical means or otherwise… I suppose that makes it easier.”

She didn’t inquire about the little house they had appeared before, although it didn’t escape her how the very sight of it had softened him. She took a drink and quietly regarded the man in front of her. The thought that Sebastian had grown up there, in that quiet little farming village, only endeared him more to her. She drowned the feeling with another drink.

“You do realise, I hope, that we should be expecting a Ministry inquiry after today.”

“Why?” he shrugged, twirling his wand. “There’s at least two dozen cursed items in the British Museum — that they know of. Warnings on ancient tombs are rarely heeded, and before you know it, you filled your muggle museum with corpses that don’t want to be there and all of their funeral effects… That something should move untowardly is hardly an unusual occurrence for them.”

“And the Ministry just lets that be?”

“Sometimes,” he grinned, downing half his drink.

She looked him over as she thought about what he just said. Suddenly, his familiarity with the place, his ease in the middle of so many muggles, and even his skills at navigating that enormous building, all fell into place.

“Have they hired you before, to… retrieve items from the British Museum?”

“No,” he said with a charming smile.

“Is that the official answer?”

“It’s the only answer.”

She nodded and smiled back, cupping her hands around her mug to cool her skin. The darkness and quiet rumble of the inn helped calm her heart after the excitement of the day, and she could finally feel her mind catch up with everything. She had learned a lot about Sebastian that day, and was disturbed to realise she’d learned a lot about herself as well — how easily it came to her to play along with him, to do irresponsible things in irresponsible places, and to offer herself as a vessel for his worries and regrets... And she didn’t expect him to feel so deeply about his sister, to carry such tender and vulnerable emotions, after the image he put up of a daring and thoughtless adventurer and dabbler in curses, but she knew now that there was a devastatingly soft side to him… and she knew exactly what to do with it.

“Mr Sallow,” she started after they sat in silence for a while.

“I told you, call me Sebastian,” he smiled.

“S-Sebastian… If my brother really is missing because he’s just sick of me, then… what would you advise I do?”

He took another drink and thought about it. “Accept it,” he finally said, looking somewhere over her shoulder. “You can’t force someone’s affection, not even that of a sibling. We might think we’re entitled to it, but… if they choose to take it away, there isn’t much one can do.”

“I don’t think I could accept it,” she said, looking into his eyes, waiting for him to look back.

Sebastian shrugged. “Well, that doesn’t leave you with many options,” he said, finally looking at her.

“I would take anything other than abandonment.”

“So would I,” he smiled sadly. Then, after downing his drink, he added as an afterthought, “Though I suppose the operative word is take. Speaking of which, how about another drink?”

She smirked and looked him up and down, their earlier conversation running through her mind while Sebastian brought over another pair of butterbeers. It was risky, but she wanted to broach this subject…

“You spoke of dark magic with quite a touch of admiration before,” she whispered.

“Just a touch?”

“A full-body caress...”

“That’s more like it,” he grinned and took a drink.

“But how can you? A curse is what took your sister away, isn’t it?”

“I hope you don’t read too much into it. It’s purely an intellectual curiosity.”

“I don’t believe that at all,” she said, leaning back in her seat and looking into his eyes.

Sebastian gave her a teasing smile and held her gaze. It was with some difficulty that he had held himself back, especially as he so rarely had the opportunity to speak to anyone at all about these things. Certainly, he had his clients and his colleagues, all manner of people who had very deep interests in the topic, but speaking about it to someone new, someone innocent, had a certain appeal to him no matter the risk — of exposure, of liability, of driving her away only as he’d just begun to draw her in…

“In that case, for my part, I will say that in spite of what you said to me that first night, I don’t believe you truly like brutal truths, Miss.”

She swallowed the knot in her throat and paused to think for a moment. Looking down at the table, she avoided his eyes as she gathered her words.

“Do not mistake my reservations for revulsion, Mr Sallow —Sebastian. I can recognise how something that is on the surface so hazardous can, nevertheless, be… stimulating. Like what we experienced earlier at the museum,” she finished with a smile, looking up at him again.

“I doubt you do understand.”

“Perhaps, but I’m beginning to.”

“And would you like to understand more?” he asked, biting his fleshy lower lip.

“Only as much as you are willing to share…”

How much of himself could he afford to reveal on what was only their second meeting? He had a love-hate relationship with curses, a strange balance between fascination and disgust, and he saw no reason to deny it, or so he told himself. Besides, she needed him — she’d said so herself. She would not cut contact with him if she believed him to be the only one who could help find her brother. And if she thought him more experienced with this dangerous side of magic, all the better to demonstrate his credentials…

“Curses are an art form,” he began. “We saw among the exhibits items that held, like a real thing with real power, the malice of their maker for hundreds of years — fierce things to their targets, but fascinating to stare at in a little glass case. The curse that took my sister from me, for instance, was a masterpiece… in its own evil way. It was a magnificent creation. The way it used the body of its victim against it, the way it manipulated the soul to destroy the mind… And it did destroy, so much more than its caster intended it to.”

She listened patiently, taking in the shadows of feeling that moved across Sebastian’s face while keeping hers impassive. He needed to talk about this, whether or not he realised it. The flow of his words showed it — a torrent of precise and detailed ideas that he had refined over and over until they reached this, their final form.

“There can be, indeed, a beauty to a curse,” he said with a tired grin. “Once released, it is a power all its own, with the capacity to destroy anything in its path — like a force of nature, borne from a wizard’s mind. If you can't break it, and you can't escape it... what is there left to do but admire it? Even the most vile curses, the most horrifying, the most evil... they are all wonderful in their own way.”

As if just remembering that she was there, Sebastian looked up, gave another of his charming smiles, and took a deep drink. He looked at the mug with dissatisfaction as he put it down — he should have ordered something stronger than butterbeer. Leaning back in his seat, he let his fingers tap a nonsensical pattern on the table.

“Some might find that to be a terrifying opinion,” he said at length, and she couldn’t fail to notice a touch of regret in his voice — how many friends had he lost to this forbidden fascination? “I suppose that should come as no surprise. A distasteful string of ideas, isn’t it, what I’ve just told you…? Ideas that should not be thought, thoughts that should not be spoken. Polite wizarding society fears such ideas and with good reason. But… I believe fear is a useless thing. Don’t you agree?”

When he finally dared to look up at her, he found her smiling. It was a tight-lipped, modest smile, but it seemed to have a lot behind it. When she spoke, her voice was softer than her eyes intimated.

“Well, I do not know enough about your philosophy to agree or disagree. I… can only respect your determination to follow it, wherever it leads.”

“I wish you could understand it,” he said. “What it feels like to… to throw yourself into this field. It is the greatest adventure.”

“Probably because each item you encounter could be your last.”

“Well, yes, that has something to do with it,” he smiled sheepishly.

“But why would you want it to be your last?”

“It’s about more than that, it always has been, it’s about… about…” His hands moved, trying to form the words that wouldn’t come to him. When he looked up, he found her gazing at him with a quiet calm that troubled him — perhaps he’d said too much. “Well, I am happy to see you are still here with me, nevertheless.”

“Of course,” she said, nodding modestly. “It’s the least I could do, after all your help…”

“I’m glad to hear it,” said Sebastian in a low voice.

“Although certainly, you must face many dangers in your line of work. You, and your colleagues too… Are you never concerned that you might be wounded, or worse? Have you, in fact, ever been seriously hurt?”

Sebastian waved his hand dismissively. “I've been lucky enough to never be seriously affected by a magical construct. Of course, I've had my fair share of cuts and bruises, but all that is a small price to pay when dealing with fascinating things.”

“Lucky, you say? Is it luck, or more?”

“You must be thinking about your brother again…”

“Naturally.”

“In this line of work, one has to be modest. You can be prepared, you can train, you can hone your skills, but all the skill in the world is worth nothing without a bit of luck. Still, even in the safest profession, death is inevitable. I know I'll meet my end eventually, one way or another, so why not give my life towards my calling?”

“And is the breaking of curses your only calling? The only joy you have in life?”

Her words gave him pause. Did he have any other joy in life besides his books, his research, and exploring the depths of dark magic?

“I think I am at risk of giving the wrong answer,” he said, laughing awkwardly. As his eyes crinkled, she could see once more those dark circles she’d noticed the night they met. “Let's just say that my love for my work far outweighs my love for anything else.”

“I don't think there is a wrong answer to such a thing,” she said, looking at him curiously. “It’s just that I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged, grinning at her apologetically. “I don't think I have any other talents. I'll likely live and die in the service of my clients. That’s noble enough, isn’t it?”

“And your family?”

“As I said, I don’t have any family.”

“None at all?”

“Not anymore.”

She nodded, extending a sympathetic smile to him — the most sincere one he’d seen from her yet.

“It is never too late to find a new one,” she said, so quietly he almost didn’t hear. “Or to make one.”

He laughed at that. “I doubt any woman would have me.”

“How can you say such a thing?” she smiled gently, almost as if speaking to a child. “I’m sure you do not need me to list your qualities, Ominis has been singing your praises ever since we met: clever, daring, loyal, and fiendishly talented with all forms of magic... You would be a wonderful match for anyone. Although… a career as a curse-breaker might scare off certain ladies who prefer their husbands intact.”

He looked down at the ground, slightly embarrassed. “Ominis is a good friend who has a talent for making other people seem better than they are.” He looked up, looking straight into her eyes. “Besides, if I were to have a family, I'd want a wife that can see past the dangers of my vocation. And I would want her to be just as dangerous as I am.”

She hadn’t expected to hear that from him, and she didn’t like the way he looked at her as he said it. It was almost as if he was challenging her, or pointing out what were, in his eyes, her flaws.

“Such a woman can be hard to come by,” she said coolly.

“I hope so,” he chuckled. “I enjoy dangerous things, discomforting things... My ‘philosophy’, as you call it, allows for only the rarest, the choicest of companions. I want a lady who thinks the way I do, and feels the way I do, and is fierce and frightening and merciless and, at the same time, the most tender being imaginable.”

“You are demanding,” she smiled, leaning back to rest her hands on her lap.

She was the furthest thing from dangerous, and at the same time, she could not recall a moment where she had expressed real tenderness — at least, not in the way he probably meant it.

More and more, his gaze unnerved her. She suddenly felt very inadequate not only compared to his dream girl, but also compared to him. Sebastian Sallow was a man who knew exactly what he was, what he wanted, and what he wanted from others. He had a frightful clarity of vision.

“I have to be demanding,” he grinned, then leaned forward to rest his elbows on the table. “And don’t tell me you aren’t as well.”

“Not at all,” she said with mock seriousness. “All I require from a suitor are good looks, a strong body, a modicum of wealth, a propensity for violence, and a bit of intelligence.”

“And in that order, I’m sure,” he laughed.

She only levelled a quiet smile at him in reply.

The more she learned about Sebastian, the more this mission from Ominis soured on her. His ideas were monstrous, his line of work was a nightmare, and worst of all his taste in women was something unachievable for her. In only one day he put her at risk of breaking the Statute of Secrecy in the middle of a crowd of muggles, Apparated her halfway across the country, sang the praises of dark magic, and did it all with a smile — expecting, no doubt, for her to find him impressive.

After all of this, she was ready to leave Sebastian to his fate. An early death at the tendrils of some curse gone awry, or at the end of a wand on the other end of which was a dissatisfied customer, or something equally meaningless…

Ominis had promised to pay generously if she could sway Sebastian away from such a fate, something even he could not accomplish. The sum had left an impression on her when all of this was just a hypothetical exercise, but suddenly it didn’t seem nearly enough. She should write to Ominis first thing in the morning, letting him know that he should try someone else. Perhaps a talented Obliviator, to wipe the evil desires from Sebastian’s mind…

“Well, I hope you find companionship that fulfils you, Sebastian,” she said, finishing the remainder of her drink and getting up. He looked at her with surprise and a hint of disappointment, and it broke her heart for one brief second — had he expected her to feel validated by his description of his ideal woman? “I believe I should go home, it is rather late. But thank you for everything you’ve shown me today, truly.”

Sebastian rose to his feet and came to her side again, taking her gloved hand in his one last time. He wanted to beat himself up over it — he’d ended it too soon, he’d said too much, and now he had scared her off. Just like any other woman he met, outside of a few mad witches, she recoiled from him as soon as he offered even a glimpse of his real interests. It had been that way ever since he was at Hogwarts, and it only got worse over the years. It didn’t help that the only consolation he found, he found in his work.

And what a pity, because she really seemed to understand his feelings for a moment, and earlier that day at the museum, she had been the perfect student — no, the perfect partner. But…

“I think you're right,” he smiled gently. “I’ve kept you long enough, considering I promised this would just be a little field research. Nevertheless, thank you for listening,” he said, kissing her hand lightly, “and for... well, for everything else, too. You'll find your way back?”

“Oh yes, I see they have a fireplace here, I’m sure they’ll allow me to use their Floo powder. And you?”

“I’m well accustomed to making my way home from the unlikeliest places.”

“I believe that,” she grinned.

They walked slowly to the end of the room, neither daring to touch the other anymore. Sebastian was lost to his own thoughts again, while she looked tired but determined.

“And I shall keep an eye out for anything coming out of the Aeolian Islands,” he said as an afterthought. “Likewise, do let me know if you hear back from your brother. After spending time with you today, I feel as if I know him myself.”

“I would be very grateful. Thank you.”

He had told her only some of the things he thought, and practically nothing of the things he’d actually done, and already she grew distant toward him… This development disappointed him more than he wanted to admit. Serves you right, he thought to himself. Never learned to keep your mouth shut, Seb...

She parted from him with a polite smile, her tight silhouette softened by the glow of the fireplace. Sebastian stood at attention gripping his cane as they wished each other a good evening, and he watched her vanish in the green flames.

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spiritshaydra · 2 months

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Oh yeah funny story

So I went on a field trip yesterday out to this field station on an island out in the hyper-saline lagoon that’s like,, right down the road to collect botanical samples for my wetland ecology lab.

Left a little while after 2pm.

We were on the island for about two hours collecting plants (and finishing the trip off with some king cake) before hopping back on the boat. It was about 4:30pm

So,, normal lab field trip right?

WRONG.

Our boat stops suddenly and a big plume of mud is sprayed out from behind the skiff. Not a good sign. Four guys hop out of the boat and start trying to push the boat free- Laguna Madre is VERY shallow, especially in this area since we weren’t where they had dredged it out for the larger ships, so the water was about knee deep where we got stuck.

We started moving again. Kinda. I see the guys get these poles out and start using them to turn the boat like those gondolas in Venice. (Sadly no accordion) Also not a good sign.

THEN the guy who was sitting at the wheel gets up and walks up to the front where we were sitting and pulls the anchor out, and then drops it out into the water. NOT A GOOD SIGN.

Then I hear my professor talking about calling the biology lab coordinator to figure out what the fuck to do, and then she’s on the phone with someone talking about how we need someone to come out and tow us back to the boat ramp. 💀

It’s 5:30pm now and the sun’s beginning to set. (And my other lab back on campus had just begun, which I obviously wasn’t able to attend unless I could teleport) My brother also happened to call me which I answered with a “hey you won’t be able to guess where the fuck I currently am.” Never a dull moment.

Another hour passes and FINALLY the lab tech guy shows up with another boat to tow us back (while wearing his Iron Maiden shirt like an absolute legend, we love lab tech guy) it’s now sunset and we’re finally moving. Slowly, but moving’s moving.

The sun set completely and I had dozed off a little as there really wasn’t much else to do. It was also COLD with the wind blowing off the water and the lack of sunlight. Thank GOD I decided to wear both my hoodie and wind breaker, along with a bandana to use as a scarf. Eventually we made it back to the boat ramp at around 7pm. So I’d finally be able to go back to my apartment and have some warm hot chocolaty goodness right?”

HA if only it was that easy.

It probably took them an hour to get the boats back onto their trailers because they kept loading them incorrectly and would have to retry. Me and some other classmates stood out in the cold for about fifteen minutes before we realized that we could hop in the van where it was warm, and wait in there. So that’s EXACTLY what we did. Luckily I packed some snacks because I thought it wouldn’t hurt to bring them along, so I just kinda,,, passed around a bag of trail mix.

Something something hour later we get back to campus at like 8pm where I was finally able to go back to my dorm. (My wonderful roommate brought me hot chocolate bless her)

Anyways I’m tired <33

TLDR: Went on what should’ve been a three hour long field trip for hehe swamp science fun times and our boat's steering went out so we were strANDED FOR TWO FUCKING HOURS IN THE LAGOON. We were out in the sun for like five hours and gone for six. I love being a stem major <333 yippee!!

(For those biology nerds out there we saw mullets jumping out of the water, sea grass beds, black mangroves, various salt flat succulents, stupid plant with wickedly sharp thorns that ripped apart the sample bag it was in, wolf berries, mosquitoes, a tiger moth caterpillar, turkey vultures, dolphins, brown and white pelicans, mosquitoes, a crested caracara, tons of laughing gulls, great blue herons, mosquitoes, egrets, white ibises, cormorants, and black tipped skimmers.)

#spit takes #weird science

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p4latinus · 2 years

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toots [part 2] | genshin characters [crack headcanons]

characters: bennett, fischl, venti, raiden ei, dainsleif, scaramouche, kamisato ayaka

genre: crack/fluff/humour (sfw), headcanons

tw: the entirety of this is purely fart humour lol, mild references to shit

part 1 available here .

bennett ✰

i have 2nd hand embarrassment

his farts r an earthquake

like a richter scale would be off charts

gift him a pack of diapers

pls i’m begging

on a lucky day he gets caught for farting

but doesn’t shit himself

smells like eggs + salmonella

no but do u guys know how bad egg farts are

like how much they stink???

bennett’s farts sound like eggs boiling in a shell.

fischl ✰

farts in soprano

talks over her fart to cover it up

“why yes, it was the divine flatulence of prinzessin der verurteilung. one shall experience such satisfaction & serendipity aft a SPLENDID BANQUET TO BE FEASTED UPON WITH THE MOST EXQUISITE members of court.”

yells to suppress the volume

oz’s last words: mein frauline… *tanjiro disgusted face*

no but it’s like gacha

sometimes her farts are loud

but sometimes they are quiet

or they stink like a mf—

either way she will over explain & complicate her reason to fart or wtv

venti ✰

… there’s a reason why dvalin beefs w venti

barsibatos more like barsiba-no

he’s drunk most of the time

so his farts gotta be nasty

poor diluc probably hates his job

as a god, he could renew his organs anw

no big deal am i right?

but his farts smell like he held them since the archon war

i’d rather throw myself off the cathedral than to smell venti’s silent wind breakers

probably would use his anemo power to prank others

smell a sudden whiff of diffusion? he blew it to u.

raiden ei ✰

bro i’m laughing my ass off over this

she is so used to farting w every yoga pose in her euthymia

plus no one heard her farts for centuries

the puppet shogun was not programmed to fart anw

ei … oh ei…

her diet consists of junk food & desserts so it’s inevitably horrendous

no pun but her farts would be thunderously loud

plus it can go on for so long bruh

even yae miko would turn to her like

‘this mf hitting the third gear’

dainsleif ✰

his pants r so tight, i just know that the gas particles r suffocating

like father free me pls… *chokes*

doesn’t seem smelly tho

just kinda high pitched

idk his farts seem cowardly to me

like they are too afraid of ripping a hole in his tight ass pants

if he wiggled his ass, his pants would rip & then his farts would be unleashed

like an abyssal roar

BAAAAADDOOOOMMMM PROOOOOOOTTTTT PRAAAATTATATATATAT PREEEEEEET BOOOOM PRAAAAAATT POOOOTTTOTOTOTOOTT PRETRETRETE PREEETTT

probably why those husks couldn’t forget dainsleif

like if u heard *that*, i don’t think u would either…

scaramouche ✰

oh god lol

it smells like pencil shavings & taco bell

a puppet has to clean its system ok

no but srsly what was ei thinking

considered to use his fart as a medieval torture device ONCE

then figured it would be too embarrassing if the culprit lived

instead he farts leisurely in his own room

kinda short & snappy like his temper

some what high pitched & airy farts

ayaka ✰

good lord she is good at holding her farts

but when she goes back to the kamisato estate

thoma secretly wishes to quit his job

loud whirling farts echoing down the hallway from the bathroom

everyone would suspect it’s ayato

until some uwu chick comes out like “delighted to make ur acquaintance”

nah man u gotta run

if only her farts smell like sakura petals

but they smell like powdered collagen induced mala hotpot

ok but if she was desperate to fart in public, she would hide in a cryo sprint

so the floor would be a wet puddle of ice and a slight bubble cracking the surface

it probably sounds crunchy

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Wait do the fandom actually believes that the Alpha Pack is there because of Stiles, and for Stiles???

Derek, i get it. They got wind of him turning Alpha mode and biting teenagers left and right without care n making his own army of deranged angst wolf teens with questionable morals (+ a deranged post-burnt uncle)

Stiles, on the other hand? Bro could've had his death story earlier if he wasn't friends with Scott. He got targeted because he's friend with Scott the lone wolf who defied his alpha(s). He's also alive because of Scott's weird tendency to befriend enemies. The reason Scott became a werewolf at the first place is because, canonically, Stiles doesn't give a damn about "killer on the loose, might show body later ttyl" shenanigans 😭

In this claim, I was referring mostly to the period of time between Season 2 and Season 3 (September 2012 to June 2013) and the Tumblr meta and AO3 speculative fiction that was produced then. There is plenty of content where the creator said "this is how I think Season 3 will go" and it has the Alpha Pack focused on Stiles.

But this was no surprise to me, after the fact. During every hiatus (until 6B and the movie) fandom content was filled with straight-up fantasizing about how the next season was going to be Stiles's season, by which they meant that the show would make him its incontrovertible focus. And when it came to 6B and the movie, when that option was no longer on the table, suddenly the show that they had spent so much time writing meta and stories about turned into, to paraphrase a vast majority of fandom, a sh*tshow.

Think about the contradiction there: the show became terrible and unworthy of their time only when it finally became impossible to imagine it being ultimately about a white male character.

But you're right, there was simply no indication that Stiles was destined for greatness in the first two seasons, though it was not because he was inferior to anyone. He had opportunities to go to the forefront and he chose not to. In Code Breaker (1x12), in Ice Pick (2x02), in Raving (2x08), in Battlefield (2x11), and in Master Plan (2x12), he had opportunities to take on the role of lead protagonist, to seize the narrative, and the writers had him make the very deliberate decision to remain where he was. This is not a negative criticism of the character. Stiles may have been written as insecure but he was also written as deliberate. He defined his own role in the first two seasons, the same way Scott did, and he never decided to do what was necessary to become the lead protagonist. He was never going to abandon his friends, he was going to use the talents he possessed, but he didn't want to transform himself in order to help others, the way Scott chose to do. Anyone who watched the show understood exactly why Stiles chose that.

Just as we understand that it is Scott's choice to become something other than he wanted to be for the good of others, made after experiencing the terrors of Season 1 and manifesting it through his decisions during Season 2, that makes him the target of the Alpha Pack in Season 3. The writers clearly intended for him to demonstrate something extraordinary, and Stiles, for all his cleverness, didn't. This was constantly displayed in the narrative and in acting choices, again and again and again.

So where did this idea that the show would eventually turn to Stiles for its lead protagonist come from? Well, if you've followed me for any length of time, you already know the answer I am going to give you. It's the same reason that a significant part of the fandom invests, with laser-like focus, in Stiles's dead mother, in Stiles's barely-mentioned ADHD, in Stiles's supposed super-intelligence, in his possession by the nogitsune, in the "chemistry" but not the content of his interactions with Derek as the only things worth paying attention to in the story. It's the same reason that the fandom disregards, often coupled with vicious dishonesty, Scott's strained relationship with his father, Scott's established disability, the way his heroism impacts his education, the sustained horror of Scott's repeated physical and mental violations, and the heart-felt content of his developing relationship with Derek. It is this reason that their reaction to the show is absolute hatred of a protagonist of color and the weird, bizarre, and twisted mutation of a perfectly fine white male character into a spectral avatar of entitled fandom resentment. (What else could produce the amount of fury we see because a 31-year-old Scott doesn't drive a 46-year-old Jeep?)

BUT IT'S NOT RACISM.

#scott mccall #stiles stilinski #teen wolf fandom problems #scott mccall defense squad #fandom racism

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