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Chapter One - The Chase
Summary: You see him again on your first day of college. Fuck. Toji Zenin has been the bane of your existence since your first day of kindergarten. Over the 15 years you’ve had the “pleasure” of knowing him, he’s made it his personal mission to make your life a living hell. From chopping off your hair in kindergarten to pushing you into a pond on your first day of high school, Toji has done it all. You’d always thought he would choose a college far away from you, but as it has always been, fate came to kick your ass. Hard.
{introduction} ; {Chapter 2}
Warnings: Cursing, Sexual language, mentions of suicide, toji being an ass, angst (???)
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You don’t look back as you dart through the party, weaving through clusters of people and dodging poorly placed furniture. The music thumps in your ears, but it’s not loud enough to drown out the sound of Toji’s footsteps behind you. He’s faster than you remembered, and the realization sends a jolt of panic through you.
“Keep running,” his voice calls out, low and sharp. “You won’t get far.”
You bite back a curse, turning a corner and slipping out through the back door. Cool air hits your skin as you step onto the patio, your eyes scanning for a place to hide. Your heart is pounding, but adrenaline keeps you moving, your legs carrying you toward the garden. The party lights fade behind you as you push through the bushes, stumbling into a secluded clearing surrounded by trees.
You pause, catching your breath, thinking for one hopeful second that you might have lost him. But then—
“Gotcha.”
His voice is closer than you thought, and before you can react, Toji steps out from the shadows, his hands stuffed casually in his pockets, like he wasn’t just chasing you at full speed. His dark eyes glint under the faint moonlight, and the smirk on his face is nothing short of infuriating.
“Running away doesn’t really work when you’re this predictable.”
You glare at him, backing up slightly as he closes the distance. “What do you want, Toji?”
He shrugs, the picture of mock indifference. “Just making good on my promise. You said something stupid—again—and I had to remind you who you’re dealing with.”
“Oh, please,” you snap, straightening up despite the burn in your lungs. “Is this what you do for fun? Chase people around because you’re too boring to enjoy a normal party?”
He steps closer, and you instinctively take a step back, only to feel the edge of a low stone bench behind you.
“I don’t have to enjoy anything,” he says coolly, his voice sharp enough to cut. “Especially when you’re around.”
The words hit harder than you expect, and for a second, you can’t think of a clever retort. He notices your hesitation, of course, and his smirk deepens.
“What’s the matter?” he taunts, leaning slightly closer. “Cat got your tongue? Or maybe you’re finally realizing you’re out of your league.”
The heat of anger snaps you out of your silence. “Out of my league? Please, Toji. You’ve spent 15 years chasing after me just to be annoying. What’s that say about you?”
His expression hardens for the briefest moment, and you can’t help but feel a small sense of victory. But instead of biting back, he just shakes his head, his smirk returning as he turns to walk away.
“You’re not worth it,” he mutters over his shoulder, his tone dismissive.
The words leave you standing there, heart pounding, equal parts angry and unsettled as he disappears back into the party.
You get back to your dorm around 4 a.m., already regretting going to that stupid party. Thinking about Toji and his stupid face only makes you more agitated, so you head straight to bed after quickly taking off your makeup and getting ready. As you lie in bed, your phone buzzes with a text from Leiri, letting you know she’s on her way back to your shared dorm with some guy she met at Gojo’s party. You reply with a thumbs-up emoji, then place your phone on the bedside table with a heavy sigh.
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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Hermione Granger/Pansy Parkinson Characters: Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger, Pansy Parkinson, Albus Dumbledore, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, Blaise Zabini, Vincent Crabbe, Gregory Goyle, Ginny Weasley Additional Tags: Love, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Slow Build Draco Malfoy/Harry Potter, Established Sirius Black/Remus Lupin, Internalized Homophobia, the Dursley’s suck, Godfather Sirius Black, Godfather Remus Lupin, Sirius Black Lives, Remus Lupin Lives, (but there is still a war so some people still die), starts in third year, finishes after the war, (this may be a monster), brief mentions of past abuse Summary:
Everything changed in third year.
It really should have been insignificant in the grander scheme of things. Magic was real, Harry was the Boy Who Lived, and He Who Must Not be Named was back. There were so many more important things to think about.
So why was Harry so hung up on the fact that Sirius Black and Remus Lupin were in love?
Or how Harry accidentally fell in love with Draco Malfoy. (And it might have been the best thing that ever happened to him … or the worst)
The Slave
Chapter 1: The Shop
Takashi Shirogane was a man who enjoyed the finer things in life. As an alpha from a moderately wealthy family, he had always known that he was destined for greatness. He had achieved just that early on when his parents had passed away, leaving him in charge of the family business. At the age of seventeen, he took Shirogane Industries from a small family owned business to a multi-million dollar company with ties to several other countries and a hold on the stock market . His net worth was estimated to be anywhere between 20 to 30.3 billion dollars, and at eighteen, he was hailed as a natural businessman.
There was one area in which he was regrettably lacking, however, and that was relationships. His father had often told him that whatever omega he were to chose would have to be worthy of being his mate. Now in his early twenties, he was still single, and if he was being honest, he was starting to lose hope that he would ever be able to find one. That’s what had brought him here, to the sleazy little slave shop downtown.
He pursed his lips as he entered the building, taking in the musky smell of sex and distressed omega pheromones. Wrinkling his nose in distaste, he slowly glanced through the cages, examining each slave carefully. Most of them were beaten and beyond help. Having suffered through years of abuse, these second hand slaves no longer were capable of independence and would require around the clock care to even survive. A few mumbled dully to themselves and others just stared blankly off into space, none of these held his interest. The alpha had always been competitive and he enjoyed a challenge, so having a slave that still had some fight in them was ideal, that being said as he neared the back of the shop, disappointment welled inside of him. He had been wanting to come here for quite awhile, but from the looks of things, this place was a waste of his time.
Just as he was about to leave, his eyes fell upon a much younger slave. He was beautiful, with brown hair, sun kissed skin and long slender features. Maybe eighteen or nineteen at the most, he lay motionless on the floor of his cage, wearing nothing but a tattered pair of shorts. His eyes were closed and for a moment, he wondered if the slave was dead and he tapped experimentally on the bars to see if he would respond.
At the sound of tapping, the boy’s startling ocean blue eyes snapped open and he glared up at Shiro, baring his teeth defensively. Obviously still full of life, the young slave backed up against the bars and growled, keeping his eyes locked on Shiro.
Before the situation could progress any further, a large muscular man stepped out from the back, wiping his hands on a black apron that hung around his waist. Noticing Shiro, he strode over to him, “To what do I owe the pleasure of having Takashi Shirogane in my humble shop?” He asked in a deep voce, eyes flickering between him and the boy.
Shiro took a step back and narrowed his eyes, irritated that he had been recognized. “How much is this one here?” he asked, motioning to the still growling omega, “if possible I’d like to purchase him today, discreetly,” he said, adding emphasis to the last word.
The man laughed, turning his attention to the boy who hissed, pressing himself further in the corner. “I know the idea of a unbroken slave is ideal, but he’s been returned to me four times already. You might want to sleep on that decision. However, if you insist on buying him, he is quite expensive, you’ll want to keep him nice and stuffed, his energy level is quite high, and he is very aggressive for an omega. I will allow you to take him home today - for fifteen thousand dollars, that is.”
Shiro eyed the slave once more and nodded, “A trouble maker huh?” He laughed dismissively. “I’d like to purchase him right now. I’ll even throw in an extra five thousand, consider it a tip for your service…and your silence.” There was a hint of a threat in his tone and the shopkeeper picked up on it almost immediately and he nodded apprehensively.
“Of course sir,” he replied tentatively, “I’ll go grab his paperwork and a collar.”
Shiro nodded, watching the man leave the room. When he was sure that he was gone, he knelt down to address the boy. “Do you have a name?” he asked, eyes taking in the slave’s slender frame. Without warning, the boy lashed against the cage, growling ferociously, and reached between the bars in an attempt to wound his new master, who backed up just in time. Returning in time to catch the omega in action, the shopkeeper stomped over, drawing a blunt wooden instrument out of his belt. “Don’t you ever do that again!” he roared spraying the omega with spittle and thrusting the wood between the bars of the cage. The boy jumped and retreated further into the back, breathing heavily and glowering at both of them.
Offering Shiro a hand, the shopkeeper helped him up and returned the instrument to his belt. “Sorry about that. What set him off?”
Shiro looked back at the omega and rubbed his wrist, “I asked him if he had a name,” he replied, “I heard that most slaves are stripped of their names and kept so drugged up that they don’t remember them, and I wanted to see if he remembered his.”
The shopkeeper pursed his lips and shook his head, “His name is Lance, but he won’t answer to it. You can rename him yourself but I doubt it will do you any good. Not even a proper beating will get him to speak and at this point, I often wonder if he’s a mute.” He shook his head and faced Shiro, changing the subject, “now, as for the price, write me a check and I’ll hand him over.” The boy cautiously approached the bars of the cage, aware that he was in the process of being purchased again.
“Lance,” Shiro mused, pulling out his checkbook and hastily scribbling out the allotted price. He could tell by the way the omega was staring at him, that he could understood what they were were saying and though the omega had never spoken to the shopkeeper, something in his gut told him that Lance was just holding out on them.
Pocketing the check, the shopkeeper approached the cage again, fitting the key into the lock. “Alright, he’s all yours.” Grabbing Lance’s arms, the man hooked a leather collar around his neck and pulled him out. The cage was rather small and it had been quite some time since he had been able to stand properly, so while leaving his prison was an exciting thought, Lance’s legs instantly screamed in protest and gave out underneath him. Before the shop keeper could make another move, Shiro strode forward and held the slave up under his arms, allowing him to get used to his newfound freedom.
“I’ll take it from here thanks.” Shiro said as Lance stretched out his legs in order to stand. The shopkeeper nodded and walked back towards the counter as Shiro led Lance out of the shop and away from his old life.
Standing in the blinking sunlight for the first time in ages, Lance wasn’t exactly sure what to do. He could try to run, but his legs were still rather stiff and he knew he wouldn’t make it very far. Lance was startled out of his thoughts when Shiro finally stopped in front of an expensive looking car.
Rearranging his grip around Lance, the alpha dug through his pockets and pulled out a set of keys which he used to unlock the car. He carefully placed Lance in the back seat, and closed the door, before walking around to the otherside of the car and settling himself into the front seat.
There was a few moments of silence before Shiro finally spoke, addressing the omega through the rearview mirror, “So, according to the man in the shop, your name is Lance.” When the omega remained silent, Shiro paused, abruptly starting up the car and pulling out of the shadowed driveway. “My name is Takashi Shirogane, I know this all must be a huge blur to you, and I understand that it will take some time for you to get used to me.” Shiro said, casually glancing back through the mirror. “But do try to behave, will you? It would be a shame to start off our new relationship with hostility.” When the slave didn’t answer, Shiro felt a wave of frustration wash over him. Though he started off almost every morning repeating the mantra, “patience yields focus,” to himself in the mirror, he wasn’t an extremely patient man, and one of his many flaws was that he was quick to anger.
“Will you not speak?” he asked gripping the steering wheel tightly, resisting the urge to yell.
There was another moment of silence before Lance finally opened his mouth, “I’ll speak when I feel like it, not because you order me to,” he said, voice cracking from lack of use.
Shiro was silent, he had to admit that he was surprised enough that the slave had even answered, so much so that he wasn’t immediately angry. “I see,” he responded after a few moments. “Well, I guess we’ll have to change that.”
Mulling over his new master’s words, the slave once again fell silent. He had no idea what was in store for him, but there was something that set this man apart from his previous owners. He was confident and well groomed and something in Lance’s gut told him that if he wasn’t careful, he might just end up like the rest of those nameless slaves back at the shop. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence as Lance tried to picture what fate had in store for him this time.
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Stay With Me ; Morpheus
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Summary: Before Hobs Gadling, Death granted immortality to one other mortal. And like Hobs, this mortal yearned to live, to love. Death liked this woman, the one so passionate to love the world offered to her. Death, ever the matchmaker, knew that if anyone was in dire need of love, it was her pathetic, sweetheart of a brother; Dream of The Endless.
Chapter 1: A Fated Meet
Chapter 2: Hello, Again
╰┈➤ ❝ [coming soon] ❞
Chapter 3: Welcome to The Dreaming
Chapter 4: Perhaps, Friendship?
Chapter 5: Take my Heart
Chapter 6: Stay With Me
Chapter 1 is out!
Chapter 1 of the bad ending N au is finally out! This chapter is carrying the most of the graphic violence in this fic, so...
yapping under the cut, but there will be spoilers so read after the chapter :) also @neo91502 idk which blog u wanted to tag so i hope ur main is ok? ;;
This chapter is the first one, so of course things are just getting started here. The reason I moved the end of B2/W2 to the end of B/W is partly because I wanted Hilbert to be there, but mostly because N's loyalty would still lie somewhat with Ghetsis in this situation.
Ghetsis's death is violent for a reason. N is very sheltered-- he's only shown what Ghetsis wants him to see. N sees Pokemon as victims, so it drastically effects his worldview to see one lash out so violently and maim a human being to death. He knows that Kyurem was lashing out at the abuse it faced at Ghetsis's hands, but N also genuinely was traumatized by a Pokemon. As far as he knows, it's been humans traumatizing the Pokemon. The funeral may be cliche but it is symbolic. Pokemon Black and White is about how things aren't...black and white. But at a funeral, everything is black. Everyone wears black. It's very clearly alluding to the undeniable truth that nothing good awaits Team Plasma beyond this point...especially not for N. Speaking of Team Plasma, the fact that the symbol is engraved on the lid of the casket is foreshadowing that Plasma dies alongside Ghetsis. (N is not suited for a position of power). N's speech at the funeral shows that he really has no idea how he feels about Ghetsis, but he knows for certain things can never be the same and that he will forever be changed by a past he cannot unsee. He also....really doesn't know what to do at a funeral. This chapter also leads up to a growing separation between N and his sisters, ouch. On a lighter note...at least he can maybe befriend Colress? There's a lot of clashing views there, though...
Chapter 1
I'm finally working on it
Wait What?! Snape’s Daughter Chapter 1
Note: So I started writing this a while ago but never got round to publishing it. A.k.A I forgot about it. Then I remembered about while reading a fanfic and thought you know... fuck it I’ll finish it and upload it. So that's where we are now! Also sorry for spelling a Grammar. Also I know Snape is kind of OC in some parts but it works better.
Title: Wait What?!
Fandom: Harry Potter Obviously
Rating: M- Swears, Mentions of abuse.
Summary: Two years after Severus Snape started teaching at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry he was in a relationship with a muggle trying to move on from Lily. Didn't work. Unfortunately the relationship only lasted a year before the two went their separate ways. All seemed normal for Snape after that. the only problem was that only days before the two split a child was conceived. Snape never knew he had a child. What happens when he discovers the truth the summer before her first year and her troubled childhood.
Isabelle Jones/Snape (I don't own the pic right to owner)
To say Severus was irritated would be an under statement. It was the summer between Gryffindor's Golden-Pain-In-The-Arse’s second and third year and all he wanted to do was relaxe, and do potions research, both things he couldn't do in the school year because he was either teaching or searching for Slytherins monster. But no! the old man wants to discuss something important Snape ranted in his head I swear to Merlin and back if it just that he has run out leman drops or Potter has some how gotten into trouble he is not going to like the consequences.
“What is it Albus? Have you run out of those horrid muggle sweets?” Severus asked the headmaster of the school as he entered the office.
“No Severus, I plenty thank you! Would you like one?” The old man offered the youngest professor.
“No Albus, you know I don't like them.” Severus turned down the offer pinching the bridge of his nose “Why exactly am I here?”
“Well my boy, as you know around this time in the school holidays Minerva visits the Muggle-born student who will be joining us this year to answer their questions-” Albus started but was interrupted Severus.
“Spit out man! What does it have to do with me?” Severus snapped, his impatience clearly showing.
“You have never been very patent have you Severus” Albus sighed “Minerva discovered something that should come to some interest to you” Albus explained indicating to the Head of Gryffindor House, who was standing by the fire place, to take over.
“I was just about to visit a Muggle-born student by the name Isabelle Jones when I hear something very disturbing inside the house.” Minerva paused looking for the words the mother used “The mother was yelling at the child ‘you are just like your father a freak worthless piece of crap! Its because of him that you can do things you can. You look just like his you ugly bitch! You even have his huge arse nose! He hated you before you where even born! He left when he found out I was pregnant with you! He couldn't even stand you then and no one will ever be able to stand your presence-”
As Minerva recited the hateful words the mother was yelling at the child Severus felt his stomach drop. Please don't let it be true, Severus pleaded, the time fits the child could of been conceived shortly before we split, but Jones is a popular last name it could just be a coincidence... Besides I would never would of never of left the mother and child to fend for themselves I would of helped even if I was no longer with the mother.
“Then the yelling stopped and I heard the whimpers of a child followed by crack of a belt and a child's cry.” Minerva's voice showed her increasing anger “It was all I needed to hear to know I had to get the child out of that woman's care. I opened the door and quickly binded the mother and checked on the child to see if there were any injuries that needed to be healed on the spot. the poor thing was shaking like a leaf! I did my best to calm and sooth her as I could before bringing her to the infirmary. I remembered what the girls mother said about her father and asked Poppy to cast a spell to identify the girls parents.” Minerva paused as she walked towards Severus her anger increasing. “Gust who’s name appeared. None other than our very own Severus. Tobias. Snape!” Minerva poked Severus chest as she said his name clearly angry with him.
Severus felt his hole world crumble down around him. I have a daughter... a daughter! Not only did I not know about her but she was abused by her own mother! “Shit” Severus whispered as he ran a hand down his face.
“Oh yes shit, young man! How dare you leave your own child! Not even-” Minerva started to scold Severus but he cut her off.
“Do you really think me so low Minerva? To leave a Pregnant woman to fend for herself! I didn't even know she was fucking Pregnant! Even if I was no longer with her and she told me I would of been there! I would take responsibility! I would of been there. Every. Single. Day. If I knew” Severus exclaimed pain evident in his voice. “You would think if I knew you two would be the first people I would turn to. I consider you two my parent, you care more than my real parents ever did... Imagine how it feels finding out that you have a child you never new about who was also abused, and in the same day having people who you consider your own parents accuses you of abandoning that child-” Severus’s voice cracked, the tears threatening to spill “you know what, forget it, I’m going to check on my daughter.” Severus said exiting the office to equally teary eyed professors behind.