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𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗡??! noo, it’s just 𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿, my favorite character!! __♡

💭… i think about 𝘁𝗼𝗺 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗼𝗿 24/7!! i love him so much

##𝖳𝖮𝖬 𝖫𝖴𝖢𝖨𝖳𝖮𝖱❕★ who is he?? hm… he is my favorite boy.

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the way i need a fic of james potter x reader inspired in The alchemy by Taylor swift

souls of the forest

or

dragon!satosugu x healer!reader - part 1.

warnings: blood, depiction of wounds, use of magic

you exclaim, “damn it!”

at the moment, you were brewing a new potion. just as you were about to finish it, you realized you’d run out of dandelion leaves. for most potions, this wouldn’t be an issue, but this one required constant stirring and focused intention throughout the entire process.

you sigh, glancing at the clock on the wall. stopping your stirring, you place your hands on your hips, calculating. it would take eight minutes to reach the dandelions and eight to return, plus five minutes to gather the leaves. twenty-one minutes until you could resume stirring. maybe if you hurried...

grabbing your gardening bag—filled with pruning shears, gloves, a small spade, a hatchet, and several pots (some filled with herbs, others empty for collecting)—you step briskly out of your cabin. to save time, you prepare to cast a small spell to clear your path and guide you to the exact spot. but the moment you step beyond the protective boundary of your cabin, something feels deeply wrong.

the forest’s magic is off.

all places have their unique magical essence, shaped by the lives and creatures within them. this forest, usually teeming with calm, vibrant energy, now feels heavy with death. but it isn’t the natural death that feeds the cycle of life—this is something darker, filled with pain and sorrow.

wasting no more time, you pick up a leaf from the ground and conjure a small flame to burn it. as the leaf ignites, you murmur, “nozle-ne we ke tyoi” (show me what hurts), and blow on it. the ashes float upward, spiraling before drifting into the forest, leaving a faintly glowing trail in the air.

gripping your bag tightly, you follow the trail. inside, you have enough supplies to treat severe injuries—assuming the creature is still alive.

the closer you get, the heavier the magic becomes, almost suffocating. whatever lies ahead, it’s not just a disturbance; it’s a convergence of two powerful presences. the magic here is so dense it’s almost tangible.

you slow your steps as low growls and whimpers reach your ears—sounds of frustration and pain. the noises suggest a large creature. the burning leaf halts above a bush further ahead. cautiously, you peer from behind a massive tree trunk, and what you see shocks you.

two dragons. both drenched in blood.

the first, a black dragon with scales that shimmer purple under the light, is nursing a mangled front leg. its violet eyes gleam with desperation as it nudges a limp white dragon. the white one, slender and elongated, bears a deep gash across its abdomen, blood pooling beneath it. the black dragon’s whimpers sound like a lament.

even in their current state, they are unmistakably dragons, though they’ve shrunk into their smaller, draconic forms—a sign of severe injury or depleted magic. dragons, the most powerful and pure magical beings, should have been able to heal themselves. whatever caused this must have been catastrophic.

swallowing hard, you step closer, clutching your bag. focused on the dragons, you accidentally step on a twig, the sharp crack echoing in the tense silence. the black dragon stumbles back, then plants itself protectively in front of the white one, letting out a feral growl. its message is clear: one more step, and it will tear you apart.

instinctively, you raise your hands and crouch slightly, trying to appear smaller. “i won’t hurt you!” you blurt out. the dragon’s stance doesn’t waver. “is he alive? if you let me, i might be able to save him!” you say, taking a cautious step forward. it growls louder.

“you can feel it, can’t you?” you plead. “my magic is part of this forest. i’m the healer of the village.” reaching into your bag, you ignore the warning snarls and pull out jars of herbs, holding them up. “see? these can stop the bleeding. let me help, please.”

the dragon hesitates, its eyes flicking between you and its companion. its growls quiet slightly, and it seems to weigh the risk.

“you can sense my magic,” you continue, your voice steady but urgent. “it’s not strong—just enough for healing and protection. he’s dying. please, let me help him.”

finally, the black dragon glances at the white one, worry shining in its violet eyes. after a moment, it huffs and steps back, though its gaze remains wary.

wasting no time, you kneel by the white dragon and begin pulling out everything you might need. the wound is still bleeding heavily. you’ll need the most potent potion you can manage with what you have.

you declare your intention aloud as you crush herbs in a wooden bowl, chanting, “bese arre asce, eprusce e tus. bese arre gmus, eprusce u renjselandu. bese arre seox, eprusce u lehvuvetu” (for this herb, absorb the pain. for this herb, absorb the bleeding. for this root, absorb the wound)

you repeat the chant over and over, imbuing the mixture with your magic. after two minutes of stirring, you pour the glowing liquid onto the white dragon’s wound, continuing to chant. the dragon twitches and lets out a low whine of pain, causing the black dragon to growl and step closer. but as the bleeding slows and the white dragon’s breathing steadies, the black dragon relaxes slightly.

the wound still looks severe, but at least it’s no longer worsening. when the potion runs out, you hover your hand over the injury, channeling a bit of your energy into the dragon to stabilize it further.

“this will stop the bleeding and ease the pain for now,” you explain. “to fully heal him, i need to bring him back to my cabin.” you look at the black dragon, noting its bulk compared to the white one. “i can stabilize your wound too,” you offer, “but i’ll need your help to carry him. alone, it’ll take too long.”

its violet eyes narrow, but after a tense moment, it nods. you smile faintly, hoping to convey reassurance, and quickly prepare another potion. the black dragon growls softly as the liquid touches its injured leg, but soon its posture relaxes as the pain subsides.

once finished, you tear a strip from your pants, layering it with healing herbs before wrapping it around the white dragon’s torso. fortunately, the white dragon’s slender frame makes it easier to secure the bandage.

“how will you carry him?” you ask, glancing at the black dragon. “he won’t feel pain for now, and neither will you.”

without hesitation, the black dragon maneuvers beneath the white one, lifting it effortlessly onto its back. even in its weakened state, its strength is awe-inspiring.

the black dragon looks at you expectantly. gathering your supplies, you lead the way back to your cabin, the glowing path from your earlier spell guiding you through the darkened forest.

you just hope you could help him, that your magic was enough for healing a powerful dragon. you hope he would survive.

end notes: you ask i shall deliver 🫡 also the language used for spells is some sort of stone language... idk i used an online translator mwehehe

taglist: @moncher-ire , @jinjen , @frozenmallows , @shuzoku , @aqua5ky

♡⃕ xoxo mikki

Good boy, Pads

Poly!Marauders x Reader {Mostly Padfoot x Reader}

Summary: Walking home alone is always scary. Not so bad with an attack dog.

WC: ~2.2k

CW: Being followed, Walking home alone, panic, reader is almost attacked

Part two {Masterlist}

“Goodnight, all!" You called over your shoulder, pushing through the heavy diner door and stepping into the crisp London night. The warm light from inside spilled onto the sidewalk for just a moment before the door swung shut, leaving you in the soft glow of streetlamps and the quiet hum of a city winding down.

Bundled up against the sharp autumn chill, you tugged your scarf higher over your nose, the wool muffling your breath as you glanced both ways down the street. The pavement glistened faintly from an earlier rain, and leaves skittered across the ground, carried by a gentle breeze. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the solitude of the evening and the faint scent of damp earth and fading smoke in the air.

The city felt quieter tonight, slower. A rare calm that let you notice the little things: the way your boots tapped against the pavement, the golden glow of light spilling from a pub window, the soft rustle of branches as the breeze carried more leaves to the ground. You couldn’t help but savor the peacefulness, the way the streets felt like they belonged only to you.

Turning onto a quieter side street, you pulled your coat tighter around you and let out a content sigh. The distant hum of a car engine and the occasional clink of bottles from an alley gave the city its usual heartbeat, steady and familiar. But as you passed under a flickering streetlight, the warmth in your chest faltered.

A flicker of something- movement- caught the corner of your eye. You stopped for a moment, glancing behind you. The street was empty, save for the faint shimmer of rain on the asphalt. You let out a quiet laugh at yourself, shaking your head as you started walking again. "You're imagining things," you muttered, the words misting into the cold air.

But as you rounded another corner, the feeling crept back. A weight you couldn’t explain settled between your shoulder blades, pressing until you glanced back again. This time, the street didn’t feel so empty.

A figure stood at the edge of the light, a shadow against the dim glow of a streetlamp. Hood pulled low, shoulders hunched. You couldn’t see his face, but the sight was enough to quicken your pulse.

You turned back quickly, trying to shake off the growing unease. It’s nothing. Just someone walking home, like you. Still, your steps grew faster, the sound of your boots sharper now as they echoed down the street.

The figure’s pace quickened too.

Your heart thundered in your chest, your breath puffing in the cold as you resisted the urge to turn around again. Don’t look back. Just keep walking. But the sound of his footsteps- deliberate, steady, too close- sent panic thrumming through you.

You turned sharply onto another street, one that was darker and quieter, hoping to lose him in the maze of side roads. But the sound of his steps followed, unyielding.

The knot in your stomach tightened as you risked a glance over your shoulder. The figure was closer now, his face still obscured, his movements calm and measured, as though he knew there was no need to rush.

You kept promising yourself it was all in your head. Every rationalization you’d ever heard about nights like this ran through your mind. He’s just trying to get home. You’re overthinking it. You’re being dramatic. The words looped, each one louder than the growing knot of fear in your chest.

In some lapse of judgment- or sheer stubbornness- you forced yourself to slow down, determined to prove your paranoia wrong. Your footsteps softened, your breath puffing out in measured exhales. See? Nothing’s wrong.

But the figure didn’t slow. His pace stayed steady, deliberate, and for a heartbeat, your stomach clenched.

Then, he walked right past you.

Your breath left you in a rush, relief crashing through you as you watched him slip into an alley just a few yards ahead, his dark silhouette disappearing into the shadows.

You’re so bloody dramatic, You scolded yourself, shaking your head as you tried to laugh off the tension still clinging to your spine.

Your legs felt heavy as you started walking again, still shaking off the tension that clung to you like the autumn chill. The sound of your boots echoed faintly against the damp pavement, the streetlights casting long shadows that seemed to stretch further with each step.

You’re fine. You’re fine. The mantra pulsed in your head, soothing your nerves just enough to keep moving forward.

But as you passed the mouth of the alley, a sharp sound- the scrape of a boot against concrete- made your heart stutter.

Before you could fully process it, the figure stepped out of the alley, sharp and purposeful. He moved with a predator’s focus, his hood still pulled low, but his intent painfully clear as he strode toward you.

Your body froze, fear locking every muscle in place as your breath hitched painfully in your throat. Your mind screamed at you to move, to run, to do anything- but before you could even find your voice-

A deep, guttural snarl tore through the night behind you, vibrating through the air like a clap of thunder.

You stumbled backward, your knees nearly buckling as something massive pressed between them with startling force. Looking down, your breath caught again.

A black dog- no, something far larger than any dog you’d ever seen- stood between your legs, its massive head low and its body tense, muscles rippling under its sleek fur. Its glowing eyes locked on the man in front of you, and its lips curled back in a snarl, revealing sharp, gleaming teeth. The beast exuded menace, an attack dog waiting for the signal to strike.

You didn’t dare move. The sheer size of it, the raw power in its stance, and the intensity of its focus made you feel as though the tiniest twitch would snap the tension in the air.

The black dog let out another terrifying snarl, its teeth snapping together with a ferocity that echoed in the quiet street. The man in front of you stumbled back a step, his hands flying up defensively as if the gesture could ward off the beast.

The force of the dog's lunge had nearly sent you sprawling, but you instinctively clung to its thick black collar, fingers curling around the studded leather as if it were a lifeline. Its massive frame remained steady beneath you, grounding you in a moment that felt anything but stable.

“Easy, easy,” You whispered, your voice trembling as you tried to calm your racing heart. It was ridiculous, you realized, trying to reason with a creature that clearly wasn’t just an ordinary dog.

The dog didn’t flinch at your voice, its glowing eyes locked on the man with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. Slowly, the man began to retreat, his movements jerky and hesitant as he kept his gaze darting between you and the snarling beast.

“I- I wasn’t doing anything!” He stammered, his voice shaking as he took another step back.

The dog lunged again, snapping its jaws just short of the man’s retreating figure. The motion was controlled, calculated- a warning that left no room for doubt about what would happen if he didn’t leave.

The man’s nerve broke. With a muttered curse, he turned and bolted down the street, his footsteps echoing in the stillness until they faded completely.

The dog didn’t move for a long moment, its body still taut, ears pinned back as it watched the man disappear into the night. Only when it was satisfied he wasn’t returning did it finally relax, its snarling lips settling back over sharp teeth.

The air around you hung heavy with tension, your trembling fingers still clinging to the black dog’s studded collar. Its massive form didn’t waver, muscles coiled tight as its glowing eyes remained fixed on the direction the man had fled. You could feel the sheer power radiating off of it, its focus terrifying, its snarling lips now pressed firmly together.

Just as you began to catch your breath, a calm voice- low, steady, unfamiliar- broke through the night.

“Padfoot, heel.”

Your head snapped toward the sound, and from the shadows stepped a tall man, his figure shrouded in the dim glow of a nearby streetlamp. He moved with quiet confidence, his amber eyes soft yet sharp as they flicked from the dog to you. His presence was both reassuring and unnerving, as though he had always been there, watching from the edges.

The dog didn’t immediately obey, its ears twitching at the command but its gaze still locked down the street. A moment of silence stretched between the man, the beast, and you.

Then, another voice rang out, softer, almost playful. “You did good, mate. It’s okay now- she’s safe.”

The second figure emerged from the opposite side of the street, his dark hair catching the faint light that his glasses reflected- as he strolled closer with a casual ease. His hazel eyes glinted with sympathy, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he approached.

“Padfoot,” The second man coaxed, his tone softer now, almost affectionate. “Come on, you’ve scared him off. Time to let the lady breathe, yeah?”

The black dog- Padfoot?- finally relaxed, its tension melting away as it let out a low huff, almost as if in reluctant agreement. With one last glance down the empty street, it turned toward you, pressing its massive head against your thigh in an almost protective gesture.

The motion nearly knocked you off balance again, but you steadied yourself, your fingers still curled around the thick collar. You glanced between the two men, your mind racing to make sense of what was happening.

“What- what is this? Who are you?” You asked, your voice unsteady but edging toward firm. Still trying to calm down from the earlier events.

The first man, the one with warm amber eyes, stepped closer, his gaze flickering briefly to the dog before settling on you. “We’re just here to make sure you got home safely,” He said gently, his tone soothing.

“This… thing?” You asked, nodding toward the dog, though you couldn’t bring yourself to let go of its collar.

“Not a thing,” The second man interjected, his grin widening as he crouched next to the dog, running a hand through its fur. “This is Padfoot. And he did bloody brilliant, if I do say so myself.”

As if understanding the compliment, the dog let out a soft woof, its tail giving a single thump against the pavement.

The man looked up at you, his hazel eyes twinkling. “And I’m James, by the way. This,” He gestured to the amber-eyed man, “is Remus. We didn't mean to scare you, but thought a bit too quickly.”

The boys seemed to sense your lingering unease, their expressions softening as they exchanged a glance. Remus stepped forward slightly, his calm demeanor grounding the strange tension still hanging in the air.

“We’ll let you head home now,” he said gently, his voice low and soothing. “But if it makes you feel safer, Padfoot can walk with you. He’ll stay by your side until you’re safely inside.”

You glanced down at the massive black dog, still pressed protectively against your leg. His glowing eyes had softened, but the quiet strength in his stance told you he wasn’t going anywhere until you were safe. “He’ll… come back to you?” you asked hesitantly, your voice quiet.

James stepped closer, offering a warm, reassuring smile. “Always,” he said. “Just tell him to go, and he’ll know where to find us. He’s got a knack for it.”

You bit your lip, torn between wanting to dismiss their offer and the lingering unease that crept up your spine. The thought of walking home alone again made your stomach twist, and the steady presence of the dog at your side was a strange but undeniable comfort.

Remus’s amber eyes met yours, steady and kind. “You’re safe with him,” he murmured. “Padfoot won’t let anything happen to you.”

The dog huffed softly, as if to emphasize the point, and you felt a small, tentative smile tug at your lips despite the lingering fear. Slowly, you nodded. “Alright. I’ll take him. Just… until I’m home.”

James’s grin widened, a glint of relief in his hazel eyes. “Smart choice,” he said lightly, his tone warm but not overbearing.

Remus nodded, taking a step back toward the shadows. “Just keep him close. And when you’re inside, tell him to go. He’ll find us.”

Your gaze lingered on the two of them for a moment before you glanced down at the dog again. “Padfoot,” you murmured softly, testing the name. His ears perked up at the sound, his massive body shifting slightly closer to you as if ready to move.

James gave a small wave as he began to follow Remus into the shadows. “Take care, love. You’re in good hands- well, paws.”

You let out a shaky laugh, the tension in your chest loosening slightly as you turned to continue your walk. The dog- Padfoot- stayed close to your side, his presence a silent but steady comfort. Each step felt lighter, the earlier fear ebbing away with every reassuring glance at the hulking figure beside you.

The streets still held their eerie quiet, but you didn’t feel so alone anymore. London was still beautiful.

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best friends (older brother) sukuna! (completed) ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

sukuna's had every intention to stay away from you, ever since he met you. naturally, it would be very wrong for him to date his little brother's best friend. but picking you up from the bar one night, after finding you in a puddle of your own tears, snaps the very thin reasoning he had into shreds - and he finds himself unable to stay away from you after the fact

content: best friends older brother trope, ooc sukuna, fluff, angst, TW SA insinuation, TW suicidal thoughts, TW family abuse/trauma, FLUFF, grief, complicated sibling relationships, the best friends ever, the most healthy commuication based relationship ever??? idk this fic is super self indulgent LOL

TW: suggestive content, talk of insecurities, obsessive behaviors, complicated family/sibling relationships, suicide, parental abuse, grief

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pretty girl

french toast

meet and greet

sleepover

intimacy

secrets

heart to heart

core memories

obsessions

dinner party

the lore

picnic

sisters

the moms

love of my life

roommates

world war sibling

sweet irony

middle name

sharing

weekend getaway

water lillies

extras:

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