Juh thank you so much for reblogging my messy stuffs all the time😂 and I really, really, really love your tags^^💙 This comic is definitely for you!!
This unexpectedly turned out as a Modern Cinderella AU where the prince finds the other prince(not princess) in less than 5 minutes (since they’re neighbors) with a lost slipper(not crystal shoes) and some help from his elite doggo(not fairy godmother) lmao
Yeah so I though this was just going to be a little thing but it got longer than I expected it to. I was going to end it with Draco seeing the mirror in his final year (8th year), and Harry being with him and then him confessing, but I kept rewriting and it wouldn’t come out right so I left it at this. Sorry! But if anyone’s willing to give this a happier ending please feel free. I’d love to read it!
an idea: amnesiac!loki who's been rescued by the grandmaster from the void between worlds and groomed into a pet as docile as he is deadly and who doesn't understand why the "thunder god" in the arena is looking at him with such desperation. and just for funsies, the grandmaster lets loki fight thor in the arena :-)
Loki laughed brightly from his perch on the arm of the long sofa
where his master sat, one bracelet covered arm stretched out along the back of the
couch behind the Grandmaster’s head. The other hand lazily played
with the edge of his gauzy silver-edged lavender cape.
master looked up at him with his usual fond, indulgent smile.
“There’s a new fighter in the arena tonight. Could be quite the
contender,” he teased. “He might be able to beat your
tossed his elegantly arranged hair with a smirk. “Unlikely. The
beast will kill him as easily as he does the rest.”
Grandmaster casually caressed the bare leg closest to him. “I
don’t think the Hulk cares to be referred to as the beast, my darling
shrugged, uncaring. The beast was of no concern. As long as he kept
Make a fanfic where tj gets mad at reed for flirting with cyrus
Okay I don’t really agree with Reed flirting with Cyrus but I do think he was making fun of TJ’s crush, so here’s my take on your request and that, if you will.
TJ was walking to his locker when he spotted two people together he absolutely never expected to see: Cyrus and Reed. He frowned, forgetting about his English assignment and making his way over to the two boys, who were chatting by Cyrus’ locker. Reed was leaning over him, so close it made TJ uncomfortable. He was grinning down at Cyrus with an expression which either meant he was teasing, or he was flirting; TJ couldn’t tell. As he got closer, it became more and more obvious: He wasn’t blatantly teasing him.
“Cyrus,” TJ said, approaching the boys. Cyrus smiled at him and then TJ turned to his best friend. “Reed,” the name came out more testing than he had expected. Reed gave him a subtle wink.
“I was just telling Cyrus how cool it is that he’s running for class president,” Reed explained. “You definitely have the face for it,” Reed said quieter. Cyrus half smiled, half frowned, unsure of what Reed was really saying. TJ completely frowned. “A lot of the kids running are average looking, you know? But you’re pretty. You’ve got great hair, your eyes, like,” he leaned in closer, “sparkle, and you’ve got an amazing smile. I’d vote for you just based on your smile,” he grinned. TJ wanted to push him. He wanted to grab him by his jacket and yank him down the hallway. Wanted to slam him into the lockers and tell him to back off. But he didn’t, he grit his teeth and watched Cyrus.
He had gone pink, and started playing with the stars of his backpack. “Thanks,” he said lightly, his eyes darting to TJ quickly, then back at Reed. TJ tried to make himself seem unbothered, but he was sure it was obvious.
“I mean it. I like watching you talk, you could be a really great class president.” He was so close to Cyrus, TJ’s nails were digging into the palms of his hands.
“Thanks,” Cyrus replied, still blushing, “I hope I do too.”
“You’re really smart about politics and stuff,” Reed continued. “You wanna meet up outside of school sometime? You could teach me about politics, why some people feel certain ways or do certain things,” he said.
Cyrus frowned, “That’s psychology.” He looked back at TJ for a moment.
Reed shrugged, “Yeah that’s like political though, right? You can teach me that stuff, you’re smart,” he grinned. “Doesn’t really matter though, I’ll just listen to you talk. I’ll tell you if your speech is good, if you look good, maybe pick out your outfit?” He looked down, “You should definitely wear khakis, they look great on you. And a red shirt, the one with the white collar? You wore that last week and I—” That was it, TJ stepped in, slamming his hand into Reed’s chest. He stumbled back slightly, laughing.
“Sorry, Cyrus, I forgot Reed and I had a project due next period that we haven’t finished,” TJ lied, probably very poorly, as his voice was thick with anger. He didn’t wait for Cyrus to respond, or even look at him, he pushed Reed down the hallway by his chest. When they were around the corner, he grabbed his shirt and spun him around, “What the hell,” he hissed. Reed was smiling at him. “I’ll punch you,” TJ warned.
“No you won’t,” Reed replied.
“Why were you flirting with him?” TJ pressed.
Reed faked a gasp, “Flirting? No!” TJ pushed him against the lockers, causing a few people to turn their way. “Relax, man,” he had finally stopped smiling, “I’m just messing around.”
“Messing around? You’re fucking with him, fucking with his feelings,” He hissed.
“Oh really? Am I?” Reed pushed TJ off of him, but stood his ground against the spot TJ had trapped him in. “How can flirting with a straight guy fuck with his feelings? He’s straight, right? That’s why you have no chance?” Reed tested.
“You’re a dick,” TJ said, pushing him back into the lockers and then letting go.
“Seriously, TJ, why are you mad?” Reed brushed down his shirt, “All you do is rant about how he’s definitely straight, think about it,” he pushed.
“Are you high?”
“You’re mad. You watched him react to the things I said and it made you mad,” Reed explained.
“You were repeating shit I’ve said,” TJ shot back. “His smile? That red shirt? Dumb shit I’ve said.”
“Funny shit you’ve said,” Reed laughed. “So? It’s not like he knew that. It’s how he reacted.”
“Which was what?”
“He got nervous, he blushed, he kept looking,” he poked TJ in the chest, “At you.”
TJ shrugged, “So what?”
“So he’s not straight, you idiot,” Reed concluded.
“That’s not proof,” TJ said. Reed shrugged and turned to walk off but TJ caught him, pushing him up against the lockers once more. “And if you flirt with him,” TJ pushed him harder, “Ever again. I will hit you.”
Reed rolled his eyes and pushed him off, “Make it so I don’t need to.”
yeah, but you can only access it if you’ve snapped.
Like you have to learn how to snap? With your fingers?
no like you undergo a trauma so intense it breaks you in your soul. And it has to happen before you reach adulthood
And there are...a lot of magic people?
I guess relatively yeah, but once people figured out the soul breaking thing they would have their kids beaten & stuff to try and snap them. I’m not saying it was a great system, but it produced results
shit, OK but after you snap then you can just be magic?
No then you have to figure out what metal to eat and that metal will give you a power.
you guys have to eat metal?
Yeah. Or you can stab yourself full of spikes but that option is way more complicated. Why, what do you guys have?
I think you have to say some words, and then you have an invisible friend who can turn into any kind of weapon at any time. And some other powers too but it depends on the words and the friend.
…some words? That’s it?
Yeah. But I’m not magic so I don’t know exactly. We just kind of figured this stuff out like in the last year
Um, your magic people. Do they all have kind of tragic backstories?
I mean I doubt they would all tell me
but you don’t, right?
well my mom died when I was a kid wait why am I telling you that?
I’m trying to figure out if you guys have snapping too
Well my dad...and my brother...and my aunt...and my wife… shit you think they all have broken souls? Like my whole family?
Bro i didn’t know you were like the only person in your life who’s not magic
So like… nobody asked for this. I didn’t even ask for this. But somehow I just got… really involved in the Tangled!Au. I did some sketches of it, but I also really wanted to recreate the healing scene. So hope you enjoy! <3 The fanfic is just below the read more!
seren, you should know i laughed out loud when i saw which prompt you’d gone for because yeah this tracks.
25. “My nightmares are usually about losing you.” (Taako and Kravitz)
Taako’s had dreams like this before, with unfortunate frequency. He’s got no shortage of nightmare fuel and yet somehow it always comes back to this—to Kravitz, gone.
It happens in different ways—Kravitz leaving after a fight; Taako unable to open a gateway to the astral plane on the Day of Story and Song and leaving him trapped; the Hunger taking Kravitz out while Taako is aboard the Starblaster, consuming him. There are a million ways he could have lost Kravitz, a million ways he could still lose him, and somehow this wasn’t one of the possibilities that lingered in his mind. After defeating the Hunger, it seems silly to think an attack from some other being could take Kravitz from him. When he wakes from dreams where a necromancer gets the better of Kravitz and Lup and Barry, they’re easy to laugh off—easy to forget. Taako losing Kravitz because of something Taako does or some stupid fight they have seems far, far more likely. Kravitz is functionally immortal, his existence is bound up with a god, half-celestial and half-astral all at once.
So this shouldn’t be happening, Kravitz shouldn’t be in danger and Taako’s heart shouldn’t be in his throat, but he is and it is.
Lup and Barry come to Taako after Taako spends hours trying to call Kravitz’s stone of farspeech, after the dinner he made them is long-cold, after Taako rang Lup and Barry’s stones incessantly because eventually someone has to take his call and tell him what the fuck is going on, tell him where his husband and his sister and his brother are.
Lup and Barry come, and they stand in Taako’s kitchen, and Taako can hear the exhaustion in Barry’s voice, can read between the lines of the careful language he uses to explain the situation and knows that there’s plenty out there for him to have nightmares about still.
There’s a cult of necromancers in Neverwinter. Powerful ones. A cult that wanted a reaper as part of a ritual. There’d been a fight—one Kravitz should have won easily, except he was thwarted by the cleric the cult had working with them, thwarted because the house the cult is working out of was suddenly blessed so strongly that Lup and Barry were blasted back to the astral plane instantaneously.
Kravitz is trapped. Kidnapped. And Lup and Barry can’t help him, but Taako can.