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Chapters: 1/13 Fandom: LEGO Ninjago (Cartoon 2011-2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Nya/Jay Walker (Ninjago) Characters: Kai (Ninjago), Cole (Ninjago), Zane (Ninjago), Jay Walker (Ninjago), Nya (Ninjago), Sensei Wu (Ninjago), Lloyd Garmadon, Serpentine General Characters (Ninjago), Serpentine Characters (Ninjago), Pythor P. Chumsworth, Lord Garmadon (Ninjago), Skulkin | Skeleton Army Characters (Ninjago), Skales (Ninjago), Original Non-Human Character(s), Original Characters, Original Male Character(s), Original Female Character(s), Original Elemental Character(s) Additional Tags: Self-Indulgent, Canon Rewrite, Somewhat, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canon-Typical Behavior, towards snakes, Fantasy and Fictional Setting Racism, This is just Ninjago but with my ocs, also fixing some of the lore, Canon-Typical Violence, Near Death Experiences, Mild Blood, How Do I Tag, My First Work in This Fandom Series: Part 1 of The Glass Serpent Trilogy, Part 1 of The Auxiliary Ninja Summary:

"I wouldn’t be where I am today if I hadn't decided to leave the Serpentine during Pythor’s leadership. It was a difficult decision, but here as we're going over the city, I know it was a good choice. Of course I faced a lot of challenges to get here, and it all started when the Venomari tomb was opened." Takumi thinks as his thoughts go back to that day.

In other words, my self-indulgent au where Nya gets her own team with Skyler and my two ocs cause we all know she's a queen and I thought it would be cool.

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

- Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female -

FIC NOW COMPLETE. (art / clothing design by me)

click on the pic for the higher quality image

Fonts used: Sword, Gill Sans Light Italic.

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female

His Eyes Speak by forever_42 / foreverforty2

- Star Trek Fanfic - Vulcan/Human - Male/Female -

Chapter 4 - Consummation (aka THE SMUT) is up on AO3.

Stranger things AU

My note, Steve note.

Steve (Alice) Harrington (Future Hopper)

Stuck in the uspide down since he's 12 (1978)

El managed to make a mini opening years before 83 which led to Steve getting caught and stuck in the uspide down.

He was reading his favorite book Alice in Wonderland when it happened, and so he named this world after that book.

Steve friends

-3 Demodogs (He just calls them dogs) their names are, Diamond, Clover, Spade

-1 Demobats (Called Bats) Name Hearts

-The kraken at the bottom of the lake that raised Steve named Mom or Cheshire

Steve's Wonderland Reviews!

The areas and monsters that live there, with the danger level and drawings made by me!

-The lake also called neutral zone, This is mom's area, the fights are forbidden inside so it's 100% sure for me! Danger level 0/5

-The City, this is where Tweedledee and Tweedledum reign, Tweedledee and Tweedledum are not very complicated to face in 1v1 but in 2v1 it becomes complicated, if you do not kill both at the same time the other will resurrect the other one, super important area for any items or supplies! Danger level 2/5.

-The Forest, Joker Zone, constant combat, if you enter the forest it is to fight! The joker is not completely evil? But since he is more intelligent than most monsters and I can't guess his intention I can't help but be uncomfortable with him. Danger level 4/5

-The meadow, there is not really a "zone boss" in this area, just a bunch of really scary monsters, especially the cards/the voiceless, or the caterpillar, the cards just follow you silently and if you talk to them they start to imitate your voice, and if you stay too long they will start to imitate you physically. The caterpillar just hangs around in the ground, so it is advisable to stay hidden and up high in this area (I recommend trees)Danger Level 3/5

-The Rabbit Hole, over there you will find the rabbit and the hare, They both have a great hunting instinct and run super fast, unlike Tweedledee and Tweedledum they don't get along, They don't really share the area... rather they fight over it, The dormouse also hangs around sometimes, he likes to pick up the pieces of monsters scattered by the rabbit and the hare. Danger level 3,5/5

-The Hatter's Manor, down there is the second area that I recommend the least, the hatter is damn intelligent and adapts very quickly, with his dogs he is formidably scary. I do not recommend this area at all especially with me, he has a personal grudge since I stole 3 dogs from him (they came of their own free will) Danger level 4,5/5

-The castle of the Queen of Hearts, completely forbidden area, the queen is fucking dangerous and really weird, he is also very intelligent and powerful. Danger level 5/5

These were Steve's notes on this upside down world!

Steve Style

He mutated to adapt to the uspide down

Mutation: All five senses are better (especially the mouth) his heart and breathing are now super slow (almost as if he was dead) and he's faster/Stronger, and more resistant.

none of the drawings are mine, and unfortunately I don't have the artist names, because I found everything on Pinterest :( If you have them I'll take them!

People interested in a sequel? With Will's arrival, Steve's return to the normal world ?

imagined a AU where Dean leaves with Sam but he becomes a famous singer

And so it's just supernatural but

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Family of the victims : Aren't you the famous singer Dean?

Dean pretending to be an FBI agent. : Nah just a lookalike

~

Monster : I WILL KILL YOU BOTH AND- ohmygod- are you.. Are you the Dean??

Dean : Hun? Oh yes I am.

Monster : Oh my god! Hi! I'm so fan of you!!!

Dean : Well I'm always delighted to meet a fan but... You're a monster and I'm going to have to kill you, so hum sorry?

Monster : Oh no don't worry, I totally understand, can you just like sign my body before you burn him?

Dean : Sure.

~

Sam Smirking : So, is there a reason why you've only been writing love songs since you came back from hell?

Dean :

Dean hiding his new love songs about Castiel : nO-

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Dean After stealing Jo's gun : Not bad but you'll need more practice, I'm Dean by the way.

Jo has the second of the panic attack because she is talking to her Idol : yes?

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Kevin : You're telling me that the famous rock star Dean kills monsters in he's free time?

Sam : Yeah.

Kevin : How does he even manage to do interviews and all the other stuff???

Sam : To be honest I have no idea.

~

Benny coming out of purgatory, and separates with his new friend just to see him on all the billboards in all the cities : Hun.

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Crowley wearing a Dean fan t-shirt : Hi boys~

Dean : seriously?

Castiel : Can I have one?

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Mary and Sam in the car listening to the radio

Sam : Oh, that's one of Dean's songs.

Mary : One of Dean's WHAT?!

~

I hope you liked it!

Third chapter is out!!!

we also now have an outline! Yippee!!

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Entrapta/Hordak (She-Ra), Perfuma/Scorpia (She-Ra), Mermista/Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Catra & Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Catra (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Entrapta (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Entrapta & Catra (She-Ra), Kyle/Lonnie/Rogelio (She-Ra) Characters: Glimmer (She-Ra), Horde Prime (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Mermista (She-Ra), Perfuma (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Adora (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Angella (She-Ra), Emily (She-Ra), Micah (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Beast Island (She-Ra), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Glimmer has trauma, Glimmer Needs a Hug (She-Ra), Feral Glimmer, Sea Hawk by beloved child, Best Friend Squad (She-Ra), Horde Prime Being a Jerk (She-Ra), Alternate Universe - Hordak won, Everyone need therapy, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, most people are gay, Everyone is Dead, Or at least a good 60 percent is., Glimmer-centric (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer-centric (She-Ra), Bisexual Glimmer (She-Ra), Bisexual Bow (She-Ra) Summary:

The death of Queen Angelia and the disappearance of Princess Glimmer has the rebellion in shambles. But one thing was well known.

Hordak won.

But secrets can fester and burn if you attempt to hide them. Eventually they will escape. Darkness is growing, and the planet is becoming unstable. Now its up to a Force Captain, her girlfriend, their best friend, and a ragtag group to band together alongside an enemy to fight back. (And along the chances of coincidences can give them a fight they won’t forget.)

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: She-Ra and the Princesses of Power (2018) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Bow/Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora/Catra (She-Ra), Minor or Background Relationship(s), Entrapta/Hordak (She-Ra), Perfuma/Scorpia (She-Ra), Mermista/Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Catra & Glimmer (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Catra (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Entrapta (She-Ra), Adora & Bow & Entrapta & Catra (She-Ra), Kyle/Lonnie/Rogelio (She-Ra) Characters: Glimmer (She-Ra), Horde Prime (She-Ra), Hordak (She-Ra), Bow (She-Ra), Shadow Weaver | Light Spinner (She-Ra), Scorpia (She-Ra), Sea Hawk (She-Ra), Mermista (She-Ra), Perfuma (She-Ra), Catra (She-Ra), Adora (She-Ra), Entrapta (She-Ra), Angella (She-Ra), Emily (She-Ra), Micah (She-Ra) Additional Tags: Beast Island (She-Ra), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Glimmer has trauma, Glimmer Needs a Hug (She-Ra), Feral Glimmer, Sea Hawk by beloved child, Best Friend Squad (She-Ra), Horde Prime Being a Jerk (She-Ra), Alternate Universe - Hordak won, Everyone need therapy, Everyone Needs A Hug, Everyone Has Issues, most people are gay, Everyone is Dead, Or at least a good 60 percent is., Glimmer-centric (She-Ra), Bow/Glimmer-centric (She-Ra), Bisexual Glimmer (She-Ra), Bisexual Bow (She-Ra) Summary:

The death of Queen Angelia and the disappearance of Princess Glimmer has the rebellion in shambles. But one thing was well known.

Hordak won.

But secrets can fester and burn if you attempt to hide them. Eventually they will escape. Darkness is growing, and the planet is becoming unstable. Now its up to a Force Captain, her girlfriend, their best friend, and a ragtag group to band together alongside an enemy to fight back. (And along the chances of coincidences can give them a fight they won’t forget.)

Chapters: 3/18 (Contains Glimbow & Catdora plus other canon ships.)

Catra tries to save Glimmer... But things don't go so well. Instead, Glimmer saves Catra from Horde Prime, knowing full well that Horde Prime needs her alive.

Now, the group returns to Horde Prime's ship... To go save the Queen.

Do you ever wonder if running is worth the speed? Is the pounding in your heart worth it in the long run? Because at this point, I don’t know either.

“Licorice!” a small voice cried. I turned back to see my friend, Licorice Cookie being helped up by his little brother Poison Mushroom Cookie. “Come on, Lico! You can’t die here!”

“Not planning on it, Mush! I’ll let all the jam in me spill rather than go back!” There was no arguing with the cloaked cookie. Running from Dark Enchantress was our only mission for survival. If anything, we either escape or we’ll be executed.

The two brothers, once allied with Dark Enchantress Cookie, were escaping alongside me, Red Velvet Cookie? Cake? Cookie Cake? I have an identity issue with that. Once a general of Cake Hounds and Wolves, now I flee for my life from my adoptive mother, who, right now, is fed up with failure and decided to execute us three for incompetence and uselessness. She claimed we did nothing to help her cause and deemed us worthy of death. Mother of the Year.

Either way, Licorice, the older of the two, was aptly named, for even if his locs of dark licorice strands wasn’t obvious, he carries the spicy smell of his tribal people from the Northern shore wherever he went due to the high amounts of it present in his dough. He was experienced in some forms of magic I had only heard about from meetings. He bore his usual dark cloak and necklace of skull beads while carrying his weapon of choice, a scythe made of bone? I never knew what it was. Most of the time, he’s nicknamed Lico.

Poison Mushroom Cookie was the same. A toxic mushroom was implanted into his dough, giving him a natural defense should anyone dare eat him. He would smell or taste like a cortinarius mushroom, sweet but deadly. Luckily, his power is to throw mushrooms that make someone experience hallucinations. Not that he is immune though. He has them himself at times. In our rush to escape, he wore his tiny purple robes and his favorite purple cap with violet polka dots on it. His nickname is Mush.

“Red, move! MOVE!” Contrary to his boney appearance, Lico shoved me hard and fast as we heard the baying of Cakewolves.

My beloved Cakewolves, the ones I have raised from puppyhood, had turned on me and were now seeking my jam. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them suddenly bark and snarl at me like I was an intruder. In fear, I ran with some still loyal Cakehounds in my wake, forcing me to leave my sword behind. Which was probably for the better since I don’t want to hurt them.

Licorice slung his scythe over his back and scooped up Mush as we ran from those ever so close howls. I could feel my heart pounding to deliver more energy to the cells in my muscles. Even so, I was not as fast people would think. The Tower of Sweet Chaos was one singular place. The Berry forests, however, were not. I could traverse them, yes, but not when I was already weak from hunger and scared for my life.

“We have to find those other Cookies!” I yelled to the brothers over the howls. “It’s our only chance for survival! The wolves will keep hunting for us if we stay in the open- Whoa!”

Out of nowhere, a cliff opened up over the sea at the edge of the forest. Luckily, Lico, my still loyal cakenines and I stopped before we tumbled and became soggy cookie dough corpses. Lico held his little brother close to his robes as we inspected the drop. 2,000 feet. We’ll die on impact.

Mush whimpered and clung tighter to his brother. Licorice and I panted heavily as we tossed some ideas.

“Should I summon some servants or that black thing from the Cacao Kingdom?”

“Too risky. Should I become my dragon form?’

“Do you even have control over that thing?!”

“Well, I don’t have any other ideas!”

My dogs whimpered as the howls grew closer. The puppies jumped into my arms and I hid them in the multiple pockets of my jacket. I couldn’t think of anything other than surrendering and praying for the best or jumping and risk trusting my dragon form.

Suddenly, a flash of blood red light appeared out of nowhere and a roar like that of a lion was heard. I’m pretty sure even the far northern Cacao Kingdom heard it.

“Dragon?” I cautiously asked Licorice.

“Do it,” was the reply.

I sigh and breathe out all the air in my cookie lungs. The adult cakehounds scrambled behind Lico’s robes and bit them nervously. I focused on picturing myself as the Red Velvet Dragon, a creature most assume was a creation of mine, a child I made out of the same baking materials as I was made. However, that wasn’t it. Dark Enchantress cast a spell on me that let me become the dragon. And I needed it now to ironically escape her tyranny.

Pain exploded around my body, letting me know it worked. My right arm became more vicious and cruel, my left becoming a mirror of it soon enough. My body expanded, changing from a small tiny cookie to a dragon the size of a witch’s cat. In other words, big. To better describe it, imagine a dragon. Now paint it white and red like a red velvet cake, with red sprinkles on the white. Red spikes on my spine that run from my head to tail, jutting out of the white cream. All while smelling like freshly baked red velvet cake with vanilla creme with cocoa chocolate in my dough. Again, the size of a real cat.

I shook my head and roared as loud as I could, unfortunately, not as loud as my soon-to-be opponent, but I accidentally gave away our position. Some General I am.

I lowered myself so the brothers and remaining hounds could climb onto my spine. I was so very unlucky to be brightly colored like my namesake cake/cookie. White and red weren’t stealthy on a full moon clear night! 

Licorice tried digging his heels into my scales to make me fly as if I was a horse to make me go.”Fly, you buffoon, FLY!!!” 

As if that worked. I was still woozy from transforming on an empty stomach and running beforehand. Actually, transforming in general, whether I ate or not (same with exercise), was disorienting enough for a multitude of too many reasons. I was so exhausted. I just wanted to lay down and nap in either form. But then again, luxuries were rarer than blue moons in my life. I didn’t get them often to recognize them in their glory.

My wings were slow to unfurl. As they reached their full length (the length of a casual open book that a witch would own), the earth began to shudder at a sudden, steady rate. They’re closing in on us! I flapped my wings to get momentum, tired, but determined to escape this mess. I peek over the cliff…

… And jumped over it. Just doing it was enough to make me glide away from the coming Cake Witch, away from the betrayal of my dogs, away from my sadistic sister who tortured others for fun, away from my dead emo brother who took his own life, away from the ancient tower, away, away, AWAY!!! I couldn’t take anymore drama!

The scent of the sea was torture, salt and fish in one massive cauldron of water. Seriously, how can one cookie control all of this?! I was disgusted, even when I tried to focus on the wind flowing around me as I flew.

Flying! Not too often I did this form and even after so many years, flying was always a wonderful experience! Wind, which would often tangle my long dark hair, would now part for me and allow me to forget what made me so scared of others. Just the feeling of freedom through the smooth currents of wind made me feel weightless and liberated from expectations.

The roars behind us faded away to white noise the farther away I flew. If I could talk like a cookie in my dragon form, I would have screamed “Sayanora, jerks!”

Luckily, Licorice did that for me with an extra fist shaking. I let out a chuckle, which sounded like a throaty growl due to my current form. My loyal cakenines growled and snarled behind me, howling at their former members of their pack, shaming them for what they did. Even Mush threw a shroomie, though it fell way short of its mark into the moonlit mess of sea. The message was still sent though. I could only imagine the anger painted on Dark Enchantress Cookie’s face watching this.

I don’t regret my actions. I don’t regret leaving. I don’t regret anything.

AU where Loki and Adam are regular civilians in the marvel universe 😈🙏

"done." I say through tears as I pick out yet another fanfic of the same people but this time they meet at a carnival.

I don't care about canon, I want The Gay TM

"that ship isn't canon! that character isn't gay!" well thats not what the voices told me

I’m making a new Trolls fic called Different Path, Different Troll (I’m still workshopping the name).

The gist of it is:

Branch is worried about the safety of the village and sick of how he’s treated as an outcast. He doesn’t trust them to not lead a Bergen straight to Pop Village. Since his bunker won’t keep them safe permanently, he goes off to search for a new home that the bergens will not find. With an unexpected tag-along (Cooper), Branch encounters other trolls that he never knew existed. Some of these new trolls include a couple of well known bounty hunters.

Im still making the outline of the story, but I’m working on the first chapter. Hope I can get out the first chap in a week or so!! As per my last fic, I’ll have around 1,000 words per chap and my uploading schedule will be mostly random but at most I’ll have a chapter every 2-3 days.

Since I plan to add songs into my fic, I’ve created a Spotify playlist called “Different Path, Different Trolls” on my Spotify acc “Hookfang”. There you’ll see some songs that will potentially be added. It is not a definite list.

My AO3 acc is Brickory if you’d like to read my 2 other fics while you wait for my newest fic!!!

I have discovered I can copy paste screen clips into tumbler and im going to make this everyone's problem.

I also discovered this nifty thing called Character hub so Check me out

Short logline for this AU:

Strilok and Bayun accidentally walked into a strange anomaly — and came out as one. Now it’s on Ghost to deal with it, all while his doubts keep growing day by day: is the one next to him still Strilok, or just a mutant?

My fanart of Alternate Apocalypse

Okay, but hear me out:

Murder baby Damian, but for whatever reason, his first attempt at Tim's life is put on pause, so they never have that interaction. Instead, before Damian can come up with a new plan, Tim (who's kinda excited he now isn't the baby of the family) offers to train him in detective work for when Damian finally gets the mantle of 'Robin' as a way to bond with him.

"Why train your enemy, Drake?"

"We're brothers, not enemies. Besides, Robin has always been a mantle to pass down. I'm certainly not going to keep it in my twenties or thirties. And other than Bruce, I'm the best detective in the family."

"Very well, Drake, I shall accept your tutelage for the time being."

Damian accepts, of course. Not only can he study Drake for his weaknesses, he will also improve his own skill set. It's worth the wait for Robin. By the time Damian's done, there will be no doubt that he is the superior bat.

Unfortunately, he actually grows fond of Timothy. While he will inevitably get close with Richard, just like in canon, Timothy is a breath of fresh air for when Richard is being too overbearing, especially when it comes to things like 'socializing,' and 'making friends.'

When his father dies, and Timothy declared him actually lost to time, Richard doesn't believe him, can't believe him, because the hope is too painful. Timothy still gives Damian Robin, because, "I'm barely holding on as Batman as it is. I can't handle Robin being gone for potentially months at a time, halfway around the world."

During his partnership with Richard, truly becoming his brother-son, Richard introduces the ideas of pets to him. Damian loves animals, and having and taking care of a creature that could potentially survive on its own, but will have a much better quality of life under his care, speaks to him. He has Alfred and Titus and about half a dozen other stray animals that usually stay for about a week while he nurses them to health at any given moment, but he feels like he should officially have another pet.

Que the whole thing with his grandfather, and Timothy getting kicked out of the top of a skyscraper. He comes home with proof, and the Justice League brings his father home. And as Dick basically refuses to let anyone leave the mansion for the foreseeable future, Damian realizes several facts:

1.) Timothy is a human, and humans are animals.

2.) While Timothy has somehow survived until now, he wouldn't recognize self-care if it slapped him in the face.

3.) Timothy's quality of life will improve if someone is taking care of him because he cannot be trusted to do it for himself. (Is it a coincidence that he loses organs when he is away from the family? Damian thinks not.)

4.) Damian has gotten good at taking care of animals.

Ergo, Timothy is now Damian's pet. Tim doesn't know what to do and simply humors him. Besides, it's nice when someone actually bothers to give him a plate of foods that he likes when he gets hyper focused on work and forgets to eat. That, and while he is exasperated every time Damian tranqs him, those are still the best sleeps of his life.

Jason finds it hilarious. Damian doesn't understand Richard or his father's reactions.

"Damian, Tim can take care of himself."

"Barely. Father, now that I am in charge of his sleep schedule, there aren't as many dark circles under his eyes. Even Alfred has commented that Timothy consumes less caffeine."

"Damian, he can't be your pet."

"Why not?"

"Tim's your brother; he's family."

"So are you saying that Alfred and Titus aren't family?"

potentia

The first months at Hogwarts are equal parts disorienting and exhilarating. The castle itself is a marvel—vast, breathing, alive in a way no place you've ever known could be. The classrooms are strange, the subjects stranger, and the rules seem to change depending on who’s watching. It's quite a lot to take in.

But like they say: one bad apple spoils the bunch.

And, apparently, that apple is you.

Being raised as a muggle—a word spat more often than spoken—has a way of turning wonder into sourness. Professor Fig filled your head with stories, and maybe that’s what set you up for disappointment. You expected awe. Instead, you got thinly veiled condescension and a rotating cast of classmates who smile at you like you're part of a long-term charity project. You have acquaintances in spades. Friends, not so much. You’ve stopped being picky.

One of the few who seems indifferent enough to treat you like an equal is Sebastian Sallow. Whether that’s a blessing or a curse depends entirely on the day.

You met him on your very first afternoon, partnered off for a Defense duel. You followed Professor Hecat’s instructions to the letter—protego, stupefy, disarm, repeat. You broke his shield, lifted him clean off the floor, and just as your next spell formed on your tongue—

A red spark flew towards you, exploding in your face with a loud, deafening bang.

You don’t remember hitting the ground. Only the jolt of stone against your spine and the copper tang of blood at the back of your throat. Somewhere above you, Hecat’s voice snapped through the ringing in your ears, full of fury and disbelief.

"Absolutely not—Bombarda is prohibited, Mr. Sallow!"

From the ground, the world spinning, you wondered if this “Hogwarts Welcome” was improper without a possibility of being shipped home in a casket before the first week was out.

Hecat kept him after class, though not before he sauntered over to where you were still catching your breath.

“Sorry, mate,” he said, his brow furrowed in a cartoonish imitation of concern. “You’re practically a first year. Would’ve looked proper shite if I lost.”

He was strong—you couldn’t deny that, and strength was what you needed. That’s why you begged Professor Weasley to let him come with you to Hogsmeade, yanking him out of detention with Hecat. He repaid you by inviting you to some underground dueling club as if it were a fair trade. With Sallow, it’s always a transaction. Always one thing for another.

The boy is proper insane, you quickly learn —charismatic in the way a collapsing building is: destructive and impossible to ignore. The girls gawk but never approach, the professors uphold the rules but don’t provoke. Even his own house keeps its distance.

On the pitch, he’s no different. A Beater with a blunt weapon and no restraint, he barrels through players with no regard if they are opponents or teammates. The team’s been winning more since he joined, though whether that’s due to skill or sheer intimidation is anyone’s guess. You wonder if the matron gets paid extra on match days—she probably spends half the afternoon restocking potions and preparing for broken bones when she knows Sallow’s playing.

Still, his grades are pristine. It’s less an accident and more a calculated offering—his way of buying just enough tolerance to stay enrolled. But the patience of the staff is wearing thin. You once overheard the Deputy Headmistress warning him, after a particularly nasty fight with some seventh-year Gryffindor, her voice clipped and barely restrained, that from that point on, he’s on probation. One more outburst, and he’s done. No appeals. No indulgence.

Some compare him to Headmaster Black. You disagree. Black is pompous, yes. Unbearable, often. But at least he's grounded—chained by his name, title, reputation. Sallow is a different kind of scum. He is feral, unburdened by pedigree, unrepentant in every way that matters. Dangerous not because he’s cruel—plenty people are—but because he doesn't see cruelty as a problem.

Better with him than against him, that’s what you keep telling yourself.

Which is why it surprises you when he finds you after fall break, shoulders slouched and that ever-present smirk nowhere in sight.

“Oi, a word?” he calls out, catching you halfway through a paragraph in the common room.

You glance up from your book. “Sure.”

He waits until you’re standing, leans in close—his tall frame towering over you, as you straighten your back to the best of your ability in attempt to level with him. His robes reek of cigarette smoke—an unpleasant, and yet oddly nostalgic reminder of the world you left behind.

“It’s about my twin. Anne,” he says, voice low, unusually serious. “Saw her over the break. She’s in a bad way—worse than before. I don’t know how much longer she has left.”

Sebastian doesn’t like many people. He barely tolerates most. But Anne—you know enough to understand she’s the exception. His better half. He’s mentioned her only in passing, just enough to paint a vague picture: a dark curse, cast last summer, left her bedridden ever since.

“How can I help?” you ask, watching his hand fiddle with the wand at his side.

He doesn’t answer right away, eyes darting around the room to make sure no one’s listening in.

“Have you heard of Slytherin’s scriptorium?”

You shake your head. “No.”

“When Salazar was still headmaster, it was his private chamber—or so the rumors say.”

“And you think it has something to do with Anne’s condition?”

“I think it might have answers,” he says, finally meeting your eyes. “I don’t know where it is, but Ominis might. His family knows the Slytherin house from the inside out. If the Gaunts know anything, he does.”

“Right,” you deadpan. “But Ominis is your friend. Why not ask him yourself?”

“I did,” he says, a twitch of annoyance flickering across his face. “He said he didn’t know anything about it.”

Sebastian’s eyes glint then, sharp and certain. “But I know he’s lying. So—please? Hm?” He tilts his head, a caricature of innocence curling at the edges of his mouth.

There it is. A favor. You know this dance all too well.

Even in sadness, he scares you. Not in the way monsters do, but in the way nature does—a storm you see forming but are too late to run from. His stare is heavy, calculated, like he’s already carved your answer out of you with nothing but willpower.

And he has.

“Okay,” you say.

· · ·

You wait for Ominis at his usual spot on the staircase landing, fidgeting with the hem of your sleeve. When he finally arrives, you reach out and awkwardly tap his shoulder.

He startles slightly—then calms as his wand twitches once in your direction.

“It’s you,” he says, sounding both relieved and weary.

“Hi, Ominis,” you say, desperately hoping your voice doesn’t give out your anxious mood.

You and Ominis are hardly close—acquaintances by proximity, maybe, but Sebastian is the only link you have in common. More often than not, you feel like the third, distant point of a crooked triangle—an outsider looking in.

You wouldn’t mind you two becoming friends, if only Sebastian didn’t make Ominis so hard to approach. There’s something strangely possessive in the way he treats him—like a child with a precious toy no one else is allowed to touch. You’ve seen it. The sharp glances he casts across rooms when Ominis speaks to someone new are way too obvious. Their relationship is hard to define. They are friends, yes—but calling them that feels like trying to describe a wildfire as simply warm. Where an untrained eye sees tenderness, those who truly observe see a parasite and its victim, tangled in an unbreakable symbiotic bond.

Ominis isn’t stupid. He knows you wouldn’t have sought him out unless you were put up to it. Before you can even open your mouth, he exhales through his nose, as if bracing himself for the inevitable. He sits with a tired sigh, lowering himself onto the stairs and smoothing his robes across his knees like a man preparing for bad news.

“Did Sebastian send you?” he asks, and his voice is already frayed at the edges.

You shift under the weight of it—of the truth behind your ribs, guilt blooming sharp and sudden. “No,” you say. “It was my decision.”

A pause. He turns his head just slightly in your direction, his sightless eyes blank and unreadable, though his expression betrays no such mercy.

“Really.”

“I want to help him,” you say. “Anne’s getting worse.”

“But there must be ways to cure her that don’t involve dark magic,” he snaps, all softness gone. His hands curl into the fabric of his robes. “I know it feels impossible right now, but there are other paths.”

You see his patience exhausting by the second—likely already worn thin from Sebastian’s attempt to probe the secret out of him. And still, you push.

“Ominis, please—”

“I don’t know!” The words detonate, louder than he intends. They bounce off the stone walls, sharp and startling. Color surges to his face, blotching his pale cheeks with hot, humiliated red. You can see Ominis bite down on the inside of his lip, furious with himself for the outburst. “I don’t know where it is, alright? Leave me alone.”

Your head turns instinctively, scanning the corridor. But the air here is still. Silent. Deserted. You have learned that this tucked-away corner of the castle is nearly always empty—maybe that’s why Ominis favors it. Intended or not, it’s the only place you can speak at without fearing who might be listening.

You steady your voice. Try a different tack—a gentler one.

“Then let’s go together,” you say, quiet but firm. “Just you and me. We’ll look, nothing more. If there’s anything useful, I’ll tell him after.”

He flinches. “No.” The word is clipped, immediate, as if scorched into his throat. “If Sebastian finds out we went without him, he’ll kill you.”

You hesitate—then lay down the last card you have.

Your next words come slower, heavier. “He was in tears this morning, Ominis. Wrecked. He begged me. I’ve never seen him like that. It—” Your voice hitches. “It really feels like Anne’s out of time.”

And that does it.

Ominis’s entire body seems to crumple inward, like something inside him has snapped quietly in two. He draws his knees up, wraps his arms around them, and bows his head with a sigh that drains the air from the room.

“Fine,” he says. The word is small, frayed, almost lost in the hush of the hallway. “We’ll go together. You and me. He can’t know.”

“Okay,” you say softly, but do you really mean it? Now that the secret is yours, it feels like a betrayal simply waiting to hatch. If Sebastian finds out you went behind his back—even for his sake—it won’t end with just a wound.

Ominis straightens slightly, voice returning with brittle resolve. “Meet me after curfew. By the Slytherin entrance.” He tilts his head toward you, the air between you thickening. “And don’t tell him I told you anything.”

“I won’t,” you say, your voice quick and too ready.

“I’m serious,” he says, turning toward you sharply. Even without sight, his gaze has weight. “You don’t understand what you’re getting into. And if you breathe a word of this to him—”

“I won’t,” you repeat quietly. You glance away—you can’t face him. “I promise.”

Ominis rises without another word—his rest ruined. His footsteps fade, and soon all that’s left is a loud slam of a heavy wooden door.

A quiet rustle from above prompts you to look up.

There he is—Sebastian—at the top of the staircase, one elbow resting on the railing, chin lazily propped in his palm. His posture is relaxed, casual. His lips are curled into a smile—the kind that doesn’t reach his eyes.

He nods to you slightly, satisfied with the outcome. See?—you can read from his expression—I knew he’d say yes.

You wonder if he ever left you alone with Ominis at all.

· · ·

You pace restlessly in the dim corridor, veiled beneath the shimmer of a Disillusionment Charm. The torches flicker low against the damp stone walls, casting long shadows across the floor.

Then it happens—the sound of shifting stone. A massive serpent, carved into the wall, slithers mechanically across the surface, revealing the hidden entrance to the Slytherin common room. The heavy door grinds open, and Ominis steps out into the corridor.

“Come,” he says without missing a beat, his wand twitching subtly toward your presence. He doesn't stop walking. His pace is quick, tense, purposeful—he clearly wants this over with. You jog to catch up, trailing a few steps behind, struggling to match his stride.

The route he leads you on is narrow and winding, a twisting maze of passages that seem to fold in on themselves. You lose track of direction quickly, landmarks vanishing into shadows. You try to keep mental notes, but it’s hopeless. Wherever he’s taking you, it’s nowhere you’ve been before.

Finally, you reach a dead end. The silence feels louder here.

“We’re here,” Ominis says, his voice low. “Wait—”

You feel it before you hear it—the unmistakable presence behind you. Your pulse spikes as you brace yourself for what is about to transpire.

“Sebastian,” Ominis says. It’s not a question. It’s an accusation wrapped in disappointment.

Then he turns sharply on you, his eyes finding yours with surprising ease. “How could you?” He hisses out.

“I pried it out,” Sebastian cuts in before you can speak. “I’m sorry, Ominis, but I can’t let the two of you go alone. What if something happens?”

“That was the entire point!” Ominis snaps, voice echoing harshly in the stone tunnel. “For you not to go!”

“It’ll be fine,” Sebastian says, more force than comfort in his voice.

“No, it won’t be fine!” Ominis shouts. “This was a mistake. I’m done. I’m leaving.”

You feel the need to step in, a desperate instinct to stop this from unraveling completely.

“I’ll supervise,” you say. “I’ll make sure nothing happens—”

“Shut up!” Ominis whirls on you again, voice shaking with fury. “You know nothing! I should’ve never agreed to this.”

Sebastian tries again, his tone firmer now, more grounded. “You think I don’t know what’s at stake? You think I’d let you get hurt?”

Ominis’s voice trembles. “I know what dark magic does, I’m already involved. I won’t let you drag yourself in it too. Not even for Anne.”

You say nothing, but in your heart, you agree with Ominis. It isn’t Sebastian’s safety you fear—it’s what he might become. He’s already volatile, already dangerous. If he gets his hands on the wrong manuscripts, you worry not just for him, but for the wizarding world. Had you thought it through more carefully, you doubt you would have agreed to any of this.

You stand, helpless, as the exchange of words turns into an argument. Sebastian is calm, but Ominis is quickly losing control of his emotions.

You can see it happening—Ominis is spiraling, unraveling by the second. His breathing shortens. His fingers twitch. His expression crumbles beneath the weight of fury and dread and helplessness.

“Hey—” Sebastian’s expression changes—you could have sworn you saw a flicker of concern on his face. Quickly, he closes the distance between the two of them, cupping Ominis’s face gently in his hands. “Ominis. Hey—”

His thumbs brush across Ominis’s cheeks in a slow, grounding motion.

“Hey, listen to me, alright?”

The gesture catches you off-guard, too intimate to comfortably observe. You quickly avert your eyes, the weight of the moment pressing against your chest. You take a few steps away, giving them space—giving Ominis the chance to breathe, giving Sebastian time to calm him down.

You only approach when Sebastian gives you a slight nod, signaling that it’s safe. Ominis is calm again, or calm enough, and this time, he's ready to enter the Scriptorium.

Wordlessly, he raises his wand and lights the three braziers in succession. As the flames flare to life, the wall groans open, stone folding inward to reveal a hidden passage. What lies beyond hardly resembles an office. The room is dark, damp, and impossibly cold. You turn to check the door behind you. It’s sealed shut.

Together, you deduce the purpose of the chamber—some kind of test, a trial meant to weed out the unworthy. A puzzle.

Ominis doesn’t contribute much, but you don’t blame him. He’s pale and rigid, his silence edged with dread. You take the lead, methodically working through the relief on the wall, its once-broken patterns slowly beginning to form under your hands. Piece by piece, you repair it, fully absorbed in the task.

But when you look up—ready to share your progress—neither of them is beside you.

Following the low murmur of voices, you find them at the far end of the room, tucked into a shadowed corner.

You freeze.

Sebastian has Ominis pinned, body pressed flush against him, murmuring something into his ear. His back shields Gaunt’s slighter frame entirely, but the intimacy is unmistakable. He isn’t helping. He’s rutting.

You inhale sharply through your nose. Trapped in a sealed, black tomb, and he’s preoccupied with that?

Disgusted, you turn away, focusing instead on the final piece of the relief. Whatever game Sebastian is playing, you want no part of it. Good Lord. What an animal. You don’t understand him at all.

Eventually, the last piece clicks into place, and the next door creaks open—leading you into a narrow corridor, barely wide enough to fit all three of you. The moment you cross the threshold, the stench hits you like a wall. Thick, rotting, unmistakable.

You gag.

Looking down, the source becomes clear. A pile of corpses—some still rotting, others long-since reduced to bones—lies heaped in the center of the floor. The dampness in the air has quickened their decay, turning flesh to sludge, puddled beneath brittle limbs. You step over them gingerly, trying to fight the rising nausea, and try the door.

“I presume it’s locked,” comes Sebastian’s voice behind you, dry and sharp. “Otherwise, why would there be a welcoming committee? Or do you think they just came here for a nap and forgot to leave?”

“What?” Ominis’s voice wavers from behind. “Sebastian, what’s going on?”

You scan the room quickly, pulse hammering in your ears. You can’t end up like them.

“What do we do?” you ask, trying not to sound as panicked as you feel.

Sebastian nods toward the far wall, where a word is scrawled in what can only be blood: Crucio.

You blink at it, then look at him. “Crucio? What does that mean?”

He half-smiles, wand already raised. There’s no time to react.

The pain is instant—like a thousand knives driving into you all at once. Your limbs seize, your body convulses, and then collapses. It’s sharp, numbing, then dull and throbbing, rolling through you in awful, lingering waves. The sounds blur, distant and suffocating—until suddenly, Sebastian’s voice cuts through.

“—ey! Hey!”

You blink your eyes open. He’s crouched beside you, shaking you by the shoulders.

When you finally move, he hauls you upright and props you roughly against the wall.

“Here,” he says, slapping your shoulder in encouragement with enough force to bring the pain rushing back. You wince.

“The door opened. Come through when you feel better.”

No apology. No explanation. Just like that, he’s gone.

You press a hand to your forehead—and freeze. It’s wet. Sticky. Your fingers come away coated in something slick and foul. Corpse remains. Smeared across your face. Your robes are soaked too—Sebastian struck you while you stood directly in the middle of them.

Bloody hell.

You swallow a gag and force yourself upright, legs shaking as you stumble toward the chamber.

· · ·

Rolls of mysterious parchment and countless books on dark magic from the scriptorium seem to have consumed Sebastian entirely—you barely see him anymore. In fact, you can hardly remember the last time you did. You sometimes wonder if anything he found in that crypt of a chamber helped Anne at all—if any of it was worth it.

Garreth Weasley—your partner in Potions—is a surprisingly perceptive character.

He catches you staring blankly into your cauldron and nudges you with an elbow. “What are you thinking about?”

You hesitate before answering. “Have you seen Sebastian lately?”

“Sebastian?” He raises an eyebrow. “What do you care?”

“I wanted to ask him about his twin—last time we talked, he seemed wrecked.”

“Anne? What about her?” Garreth makes a half-hearted attempt to brush his wild hair out of his face, only for it to fall right back into place.

“I just feel bad. I wish I could help her.”

Garreth gives you a look—somewhere between confusion and amusement. “Help her with what?”

You sigh, irritated by the endless back and forth. “Are you daft? She’s unwell. Cursed by a goblin.”

He blinks. “What are you on about? She’s at Ilvermorny. Transferred last year. My family helped sort it—Aunt Mathilda’s got connections in America.”

You stare at him. “What about the curse?”

“Oh, that? Wasn’t even that bad,” Garreth says with a shrug. “They took care of it straight away at St. Mungo’s, I reckon. Her uncle got spooked, though—shipped her off the first chance he got.”

Well, you think to yourself, shit.

Trash Of The Mafia

Summary: mori arrange a meeting with dazai to meet his 'special student' and his soon to be mentor plus friend?

Warning: mori itself is a warning (Pedophile/Grooming/ETC)

Genre: dazai meet someone stable? Unstable. but healthy enough to give dazai a better view of the world...?? unhinged reader?? canon divergence?

Pairing: osamu dazai x male!reader

Part: 1/?

"AND THIS IS MY OFFICE-" Mori stood in the middle of the room and turned around, spreading his arms apart. A smile planted on his face as he then crossed his arm over his chest. "What do you think, Dazai?"

The boy in question, blink and point at himself. "Me?" He grown quiet and glance around for a second before coming into conclusion. "Well, it's better than mine, I guess..."

"Great...!" He nodded accepting dazai's answer. "Do you know why we are here, Dazai?"

"You mention that we gonna meeting 'precious' surbodinate of yours?" Dazai pursue his lips, "Thus that mean you want me to meet that person right?"

"As precise as ever, Dazai." He smile and turn around, looking at his office chair that is facing away to the wall. "You can come out now."

...

"Eh?" Mori blink and approach the chair, "[Nickname]?" He turn the chair around and see no one there. "[Nickname]!?" Mori started panicked looking around the room.

Lifting everything in the room in sight.

"[Name]!" He shouted, "Where are you?!"

Dazai who has been quietly watching thought, 'Is this a game?'

He nodded his head at his assumption and started walking around to search for the certain person as well. His eyes carefully look at every place.

'There is no a single trace of the person left behind, it's almost like the person never enter the room at all but...' He glance at the still frantic Mori looking around the place. 'That [Name] should be here. Right here, right now base of Mori reaction.'

Suddenly he went still from walking, his eye dilated and look up to the ceiling, "Found you."

A wide grin appear on [Name]'s face, "You found me."

He giggle excitedly and jump down from holding onto the candelier, "How exciting! Someone actually found me!" He clap his hand and put his hand on air, celebrating.

"[Nickname], here you are." Mori approach the boy hurriedly and let out a sigh, "Didn't I tell you to stay seated on the chair...? I was planning for you to have a strict appearance, you know."

[Name] stop celebrating and smiling before a pouted appear, "You are out way too long! I got bored."

"Ah, really..." He smile fondly.

"it's your fault Mr.Mori!"

"Ah, yes. You are right." He nodded to the boy word, going along. "It's my fault, sorry."

Dazai blink at the interaction happen infront of him, 'Mori being too nice right now. He even said it's his fault.' He glance at [Name].

'What's their relationship with each other?'

"Dazai," Upon hearing his name called, Dazai look back at Mori to see he one sidely hug [Name] by his side. "This is [Name] [Last Name], he will be your mentor from now on and help you get comfortable in the mafia."

"Mentor...?" Dazai uttered out, looking at [Name], " He literally look younger than me."

Mori laugh at that statement and while he do so, he stroke [Name]'s head.

Suprisingly [Name] not even mad at the word Dazai's said. "We actually the same age, Dazai!" He beamed with sparkle surrounding him as he jump up then down excitedly, "I never meet someone the same age of me, they usually 20+ or 40+ older than me!"

"How exciting!" He clapped his hand happily.

"[Name] here having a malnourished problem, that is why he look younger and smaller than what his age actually is." Mori explain once he stop laughing.

"Oh." Dazai look at the still laughing [Name], '...That is why he sound annoying, we are the same age.'

"Hello~!" He waved his hand excitedly, "Ah, Aso how's your son doing at home?!"

Dazai is quietly following behind [Name], who is walking and skipping on his step while greeting everyone in his line of sight.

"Doing great! By the way, my wife and I are excited about a twin soon!"

[Name] gasped and squealed, "Oh my god, congrats! Name them after me, will you?!"

"Of course, that's the plan!" The guy laughs happily and strokes [Name]'s head.

[Name] leans into the palm that strokes his head, humming, "I was kidding but thank you, I'm honored!"

After a bit more of chitchat, Dazai and [Name] continue their journey walking to somewhere.

"The ants marched one by one, hora hooray~"

"...." Dazai stared at [Name] continuously behind his back and did not even bother to hide it.

"My student~!" He turns his head over his shoulder to Dazai, "You should speak up instead of staring, you see, you almost make me flush, shy~!! With that stare, hehe~" He declared with a bright smile clasping his hands together.

Dazai scrunched his face in disgust.

[Name] continues acting like a shy maiden nevertheless as he sways his body side by side.

"That guy earlier."

[Name] stand straight with a smile, giving Dazai his full attention. "What about him?"

"You are absolutely an important person to the point even the physician and the port mafia boss right handman, Mori-san seems to show a lot of respect to you." Dazai started and took a step forward to [Name] who didn't give any reaction to his statement.

"Why are you being a puny dog to your subordinate? Even letting them use your name to name their child."

[Name] throws his head back and bursts out loud laughing at Dazai's words, "Oh Dazai," He wipes his tears, "You, will get in trouble saying much thing bluntly."

Even though he said that he shook his head fondly with an amused smile. "I don't have any answer to your question, I just love people. They make me happy, give me serotonin, and give me something to do when I interact with them."

He spins around and starts walking ahead again.

Dazai followed behind and spoke up again to [Name], "Because it's not boring when you have entertainment isn't it? You talk with them like you care about them, ask stories and such."

"How childish." He sneered.

"Bingo!" [Name] admits, not even trying to deny anything. "You really get me, Dazai, I like you!"

"Please don't."

[Name] giggles, "Aww, you say that but I will make you like me~" His eyes shine with an unknown glint as he says, "Anyway, any more questions?" He jumps and clap his hand.

Dazai closes his eyes and opens them back, "You, who are you?"

[Name] tilts his head and starts tapping his finger on his chin in thought, "Hm," An eerily smile curl on his lips.

"I am Doctor Mori's temporary assistant and The Port Mafia, son that soon to be the heir...!"