#600 hp

[aring-king-king]

[etclouie]

hey lovely, could i possibly get the below prompt from the 50 dialogue list with mattheo riddle please

28) “What time?” “Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates.”

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; “What Time?" "Wow, how romantic, I love my girlfriend and our fun dates" — from 50 dialogue prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, some innuendo towards sex but it’s not explicit, uhm possible ooc mattheo?? not too sure, but that should be it

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; it took me way too long to write this one (had a fight with christmas lights in between)

— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed

you’d met Mattheo outside the locker room after practice, quickly pressing a kiss to his lips before you walked side by side towards the library. 

Mattheo had loads of overdue assignments and homework, and you were set on helping him work through the lot. 

his right arm went around your shoulders to pull you closer, and you squealed before pulling away. 

“Matty! you’re all sweaty”

you complained, but he only smirked in response. he pulled you into him again just to hear you squeal and protest. 

his hand found its way to your chin and tilted your head back to capture your lips again, whispering against them teasingly. 

“and here i thought you liked when i was all sweaty”

you huffed, rolling your eyes at the innuendo in his words and untangling yourself from his arms again. 

he just watched you with amusement, smirk still plastered across his face. 

you were walking ahead of him, his eyes trailing your body appreciatively before you turned back to him outside the Slytherin common room. 

“oh, i forgot to ask. what time?”

that left him a little puzzled. 

he raised an eyebrow at you while guiding you throughout the common room and towards his dorm, setting his quidditch gear aside while you sat on the edge of the bed. 

quickly catching a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror, and instantly flexing his arm. just how he always did, which always pulled a giggle from you. 

he tugged off his t-shirt and tossed it aside, before he moved towards you. your eyes trailing down his body appreciatively before meeting his eyes again. 

setting his hands on the edge of the bed on either side of you. one of his knees practically on the bed between your legs as he leaned over you. 

“what’d you mean what time?”

he asked before stealing another kiss, his hair toppled in his face and the tips curling slightly. 

you had to shake your head to stop yourself from looking at him too long, pushing at his shoulders so he’d stand upright again. 

“you don’t remember? our date tomorrow, after classes end?”

you asked softly, and it was as if a light switched flipped in his head. 

a look of realisation flashed across his face, his hands cradling your face and pulling you into another kiss. 

“i remember baby, kinda forgot cause you’ve been making me study though”

he whispered against your lips, signature smirk across his which made you roll your eyes. 

your boyfriend all right. 

his lips pressed to yours again, hungry this time. his teeth nipped at your bottom lip in a silent ask for entry, but you pulled back instead. 

“i was thinking 6ish, cause it’d give me time to get ready”

you flipped back to the conversation at hand before he could get too lost in kissing you, which made something akin to a pout replace his smirk. 

he huffed and moved around his room, reaching for a towel and watching you carefully as you spoke. 

“you look good regardless, don’t need to get all dolled up f’me”

he spoke softly, his arms crossed over his chest before he quickly followed up. 

“besides, i’ll have you sprawled out on that bed before you know it”

you couldn’t even pretend to be surprised, because he was always like this. 

“wow, how romantic”

you huffed and it only made his smirk return before he flashed you a toothy grin, his eyes creasing in the corners as he took delight in the displeased look on your face. 

“Matty i’m being serious”

you told, and he was moving into your space again. easily falling into the same position as before as his lips found yours again, a soft ‘i know baby’ being whispered against your lips. 

lifting your left hand to hold his face, making sure he met your eyes and he nodded. all teasing gone for the time being before he whispered again. 

"i love my girlfriend and our fun dates"

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[underoospeterparker]

🐬 DOLPHIN “don’t apologize.” “sorry.” “name.” With Siri

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sirius black x fem!reader, 0.56k words

"I'm home," Sirius sang happily from the front door, dropping his bag on the floor in favour of wrapping you up in his arms.

When he picked you up, you went gladly, wrapping your legs around his waist. "Siri!" You greeted, an excited squeal escaping your mouth as you pressed yourself closer to him.

He grinned in response, then kissed the top of your scalp, pressing his chin on top your hair. You sighed in happiness when he tugged you closer to him. "I missed you, lovely girl," he crooned, his voice sticky with the endearment.

You gave him a smile when he set you down and he mirrored it on his lips. "I missed you more," you said, suddenly shy. "Wait here, I baked you something!"

Sirius chuckled, a sound that you wanted to bury yourself in. "You did?" He called after you, an obvious smile in his voice.

The smile disappeared when he heard a scream and the sound of glass smashing to the ground. He was quick to make his way in the kitchen, finding you with tears in your eyes, staring at the mess you'd made on the floor.

"Sweetheart," he whispered, drawing your attention to him. He noticed your feet were bare, and he stepped over quickly to pick you up, setting you on the counter as gently as possible.

A tear fell from your waterline onto your cheek and Sirius frowned, reaching up to thumb it away. "I'm sorry," you murmured, voice barely audible.

"You didn't do anything wrong, baby. Accidents happen, alright?" When another tear escaped, Sirius let out a sympathetic noise and wrapped you back in his arms. He pulled away after a second to survey your face. "Just stay here, I'll clear it up in no time."

You interrupted, "but it's my mess, Siri, I can clear it up."

"That's okay," he said softly, a finger under your chin to tilt your teary gaze to meet his, "you're all good. Sit here and keep me company?"

You nodded while he got the broom, sweeping away at the flecks of glass and at your ruined brownies that you had made just for him as soon as you'd come home from work. The thought made you want to cry again.

Sirius checked up on you every so often while he cleaned up. Your bottom lip trembled and he felt his heart clench painfully. He made quick work of it, though, then picked you up lightly to set you on the sofa.

He sat next to you, and you placed your head in his lap while he scratched at your scalp lightly. "I'm really sorry," you murmured, and the corner of his lips tilted down.

Sirius looked down at you. He pressed a kiss to the tip of your nose, then said, "please don't apologise."

"Sorry."

"(Y/N)." His voice was stern. You giggled wetly, the sound brightening up Sirius's face.

"Sirius." You imitated him badly, and Sirius almost cackled in laughter. "No, but really, I'm sorry you didn't get to try my brownies. I even made them with extra chocolate in case Moony came over."

His face softened. "That's sweet of you," he acknowledged. "But I'm sure Moony will be fine. He can get his own girl to bake for him, as far as I'm concerned." Sirius pecked kisses all over your face. "Because you're all mine."

[lepusrufus]

Sometimes I wonder how Done my companions are with Vesta being a useless lesbian

[aro-in-danyl]

HP X HH AU - Alastor is Harry Potter and Voldemort is his Shadow

I've got a whole concept idea for how Alastor time-traveled to early 1910s New Orleans and how he trapped Tom Riddle as his shadow- but that's a separate post entirely. This is about what happens if they get de-aged in Hell following their retreat from Adam. Because I want to see the Hazbin crew's reaction to Harry and Tom.

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When Adam slashed him with his guitar, it purified both Alastor and his shadow to an age when they were still innocent.

Alastor, Harry, to age 11 -- moments before he'd disintegrated Quirrell to death.

Voldemort, Tom, to age 10 -- days before he led his fellow orphans into a cave to torture them.

They awaken in a crumbling radio tower covered in blood and a broken radio staff clutched in Harry's hands.

Tom, being raised Catholic and carrying all the trauma that comes with being able to talk to snakes from a young age, is the most terrified.

Harry still hopped up on the adrenaline of facing his parent's murderer from what he believes is only minutes before, manages to hear the creaking of the radio tower and get them out before it fully collapses.

They wander Hell and quickly come across various demons, all of which have nefarious intentions. They try to escape but even with magic there's only so much 2 human children can do against demons until-

"HEY!" Something hits the back of a hellhound's head, knocking him out and giving Harry the chance to run to stand in front of Tom.

They both look warily at their savior: a tall heavy-set demon with imp-like horns and bat-wings. In his hand was the broken guitar he'd used to smash over the hellhound's head. He looked angry.

"BITCH! You owe me a new guitar!"

----

Adam sees these kids and assumes they're the reason he's in hell. That he has to save them and then he can return to heaven - how else would 2 human children who reminded him of his own just happen to wander into his path?

So he takes them in and re-learns what it means to be a father responsible and care have empathy for his descendants. He meets other sinners who are not the worst and it makes him feel guilty confused.

For 3 months, he tries to find a way to get these 2 children back to the human world. They're both so bright and kind but absolutely fucking traumatized. He's going to have to find them better parents when he takes them back because they were under no circumstances going back to whoever they were with before.

Everyday he's with them, the kids open up just a bit more. What does it say about their homelives that they feel more comfortable in Hell living with what they think is a demon? They have so much potential like Abel and capacity for goodness like Cain before he-.

He tries -oh god how he fucking tries- to get them out of this hell-hole, but eventually he has to man up and ask for help.

HA! Sike. No, he obviously was supposed to demand Lucifer send them back. After all, it must've been his fuck-up that got these kids stuck here so it was his responsibility to fix it. Not Adam's!

Yeah that sounded right.

He marches up to the Hazbin Hotel with the kids behind him he wasn't scared shut up and knocks on the door.

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Lucifer contacts Ozzie to open a portal.

Problem #1 The moment Harry touches the tear in realities, he hits a brick-wall. Or at least what feels like one. The portal is nothing more than a 2-way mirror for him. He can see but not cross-over.

Problem #2 Lucifer takes a closer look and realizes that their souls are already marked for Hell. But they're full of holy energy even after 3 months.

Adam refuses to believe this and demands to talk with Heaven.

Problem #3 ...No one has heard from Heaven since the failed Extermination.

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Adam stays at the Hotel since it's safer for the kids cheaper than renting his overpriced studio apartment that smells like piss and cheese. Niffty fucking hates him though, he hurt her favorite bad boy! He's not dead she would feel it but he's gone again because of him!

Over the next 3 months, the kids grow. Not normally though, every time they make even a minor sin, they age rapidly before Adam's eyes. Sometimes he swears their nails seem claw-like, their teeth sharper when they smile, and their eyes seem to glow when he's looking out of the corner of his eye.

They eventually get in contact with Emily who first informs them that Sir Pentious was redeemed. She then takes a look at the kids with Lucifer. They discover that the children had been de-aged to a period of innocence due to the holy-light that had flooded them.

Lucifer tells Adam it was likely his holy-light wave that sliced the hotel in half that did the deed. They must've gotten caught too close to the blast-radius.

They hypothesize from their rapid age growth and behavior, that sinning will eventually revert the children back to their original demon forms.

And Adam-

Adam, for once in his immortal life, refuses to give up on his children.

[manofthepipis]

Tiny question! When Clicks said “I don't understand…! It didn't have that reaction with the rest of us.” When referring to the side effects Spamton got when drinking his own tea, then does this mean that the other addisons tried Spamton tea to get an opinion? If yes, what where the HP benefits and descriptions each Addison would have when drinking Spamton Tea? I’m curious!

ofcourse! So it had happened off screen, and a scene i won't be writing (but definitely pictured thus it being referenced with a one-off comment), but while spamton was still in snoozetown post-neo attack, clicks made it to try and gauge if they were rlly cut out for this whole helping-spamton-out shtick, but for their own sakes. so i'm glad you're curious about it so i get to elaborate! :D

spamton's tea doesn't heal any one of them all that much, due to the complicated relationship, being that Clicks' conditional healing teas aren't pure healing magic like Spamton's F1 spell, but in order, it would be Sponsor the most, Banner and Clicks about the same, and then Survey in last.

Sponsor definitely will be elaborated on later, as they've still been rather silent about their perspective on spamton, despite being the one that's more accepting of Neo. It's not a lot of healing by any chance, but it's healing nonetheless. A familiar taste that they tried a long time ago but they'd like to have again, properly this time. Maybe with a 40 Hp boost

Banner and Clicks are healed about the same, and while clicks finds the tea bitter with a bad processed flavor, both are healed the same cuz they're at that same stage of still being wary around spamton, with clicks less so after Ch15. Banner finds the flavor unfamiliar, but not all bad, still not one he'd go to for a first pick. 30 Hp boost

Survey is barely healed, and doesn't like the flavor, but wants to, like it's a flavor of something they used to like a lot but has fallen off in recent years. It gives off the same vibe of a recipe that they've known very well that's changed, and it's distinctly wrong now. Maybe changing the recipe manually would fix it? Or would it ruin the entire thing? Who knows. 5-10 Hp

None of the addisons really hate spamton, so the hp-draining effects of Spamton tea is unique to himself, but the Hp can fluctuate with strengthening friendships :)! like post Ch15, the tea would taste better to Clicks, not significantly, but enough to make a difference from first impressions.

[thefloatingwriter]

33, 36, 37, 40?

for this ask game!!

33. do you prefer silver or gold jewelry?

gold!!

36. do you paint your nails?

sometimes. i also get them done, but that’s on very special occasions because it ruins my nails. usually they’re just bare. i’m trying to grow them out right now 💕

37. what’s an uncommon/specific /obscure topic you’re interested in?

outside of fandom specific things it’s the american revolutionary war. yep. no idea why.

besides that, there’s greek and roman mythology, ancient and medieval history, hollywood, royal families and monarchies, book collecting, and fashion, sometimes fashion history.

40. what’s the most interesting item you own?

hm. probably all of my hp stuff honestly.

[elisedonut]

trick or treat? :]

When it’s finally time for his shift to end for the night Stan’s elated. It’s been even busier than it normally is for over a month now and Stan is starting to lose his patience with it, to be blunt. The recent Floo shutdown being both a boon to business and a hindrance at the same time. Shaking the thought out of his head as he heads up the stairs Stan switches to another topic, specifically if Percy will already be home or not.

He would be normally or well before everything but ever since the shutdown Percy’s been working hard at trying to figure out what’s going on with it and having no luck. Anytime Stan asks him, Percy just groans and starts rambling annoyed at not having figured it out yet. Everytime he thinks he gets close to the solution it's like something changes suddenly, the colour of the fire changes or the network comes back on by itself just to send people to the wrong place. 

Stan thinks someones sabotaging him and he thinks Percy agrees, even if he won’t say it aloud. It’s just too much of a coincidence, Percy becomes the head of magical transportation and now suddenly somethings wrong with the Floo and no one seems capable of figuring it out? No, there has to be more going on then they're seeing.

When he makes it into their flat and sees Percy sitting passed out on the couch he’s happy that he’s finally letting himself rest a bit. Even though it was probably unintentional by the looks of it. Papers all over the table in front of him, his glasses sitting skewed on his face, not to mention the way he's draped over the arm of the couch, doesn't look very comfortable.

Deciding it’s going to be in his best interest to get him to move, Stan starts walking over to the sleeping man and tries to make as much noise as possible while doing so. If this were one of those romance books Percy likes so much he’d go right up to Percy and pull him into his arms to carry him to bed himself, even if his height would make it a bit difficult. it’s not though and he knows how badly Percy is likely to respond to that after everything he’s been through. The last thing Stan wants is for Percy to wake up scared again. Once he’s only a few steps away Percy finally opens his eyes.

Stan stays still while Percy comes back to the world of the living only moving closer when Percy reaches out towards him. Wrapping his arms around him and letting Percy pull him down onto the couch so Percy can rest his head on his shoulder.

“Oh, you are tired if you’re acting like this.” Stan says laughing quietly when all he gets in response is a mumbled hum.

“Why are you still in your uniform?” Percy asks groggily.

“I just got in, ‘aven't even showered yet.” Stan responds, running his fingers through Percy hair. Percy doesn't respond to that just letting the silence fall. Stan would think he fell back asleep if he wasnt moving every once in awhile.

After a few minutes of letting him cuddle up to him Stan pulls away far enough to leave a kiss on his cheek. “Alright up, I need a shower. Are you coming with me or do you need ‘elp into bed?”

At that Percy sighs before trying to turn back towards the table, replying, “I really need to finish–”

“No, you literally fell asleep on the couch, love. What you need is to rest.” Stan says, turning Percy’s head back towards him.

Pouting at him for a second, Percy seems to weigh his options before giving in, “Shower then, i didn't get to take one this morning.” 

“Shower, it is then.”

[carmello-matcha]

If you're wondering how much you need to get all 4 mystery wheel items its roughly 75 keys total or around the 40 mark if you're really lucky but my math is shite so take it with salt

[fischerfrey]

hphl; ot4, grown up

"come mothers and fathers throughout the land and don't criticize what you can't understand your sons and your daughters are beyond your command your old road is rapidly agin' please get out of the new one if you can't lend your hand for the times they are a-changin'"

primrose gray ( @endlessly-cursed ), henry of alderly, elian goldcrest ( @potionboy3 ), malcolm stolberg-burke

[acnelli]

I reached 600 followers that are not spam bots, so I thought I try to write something for it. What would you like to read? Comment or reblog if you want to see another pairing.

[etclouie]

hi love, was hoping to get 14 and 34 smut prompts from the 150 dialogue prompts with sirius black. lots of love for your writing <33

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 14) "i could do this all day" and 34) "i've been waiting all day to do this" — from 150 prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; established relationship, smut, oral (f receiving), sirius eats pussy like his life depends on it, uh that’s it i’m pretty sure

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; wanna tangle my fingers in his hair and call him a good boy while he does it😇

— thank you for celebrating 600 with me || submissions are now closed

you were lying on your bed in your dorm, having had a free period at the end of the day while your boyfriend Sirius had potions last. 

the sound of the door creaking open pulled your attention towards it, and in came Sirius. 

his bag quickly discarded by yours, and his hands caught your ankles to pull you closer to him. a yelp of surprise left your lips, while his pressed kisses across your neck and down your chest—across the swell of your breasts. 

“what has gotten into you?”

you asked, brushing his hair out of his face as his eyes flicked up to meet yours. his eyes softening ever so slightly, despite the sheer amount of lust that shined behind them. 

“i've been waiting all day to do this"

he mumbled back, continuing to kiss and nip across your skin. 

your back arching up into him as he flattened his tongue against your nipple through your shirt, a breathy moan falling from your lips which earned a triumphant smirk from him. 

his hands deftly worked off your bottoms and underwear, leaving you almost bare beneath him. 

taking a step back, he admired the sight between your thighs. cunt drooling just for him. 

“most beautiful thing ever”

he breathed out, his mind running on the height of his desire. 

slowly, he sunk to his knees. his big hands holding either one of your thighs and keeping them spread for him, he paused for a moment to simply admire your core despite for your protests. 

each time you tried bucking your hips towards him, he just held you down. which made you whine and ache for him, and he could tell—he could always tell. 

“Sirius, please quit teasing”

you pleaded, his eyes slowly flicking up your body to meet yours. his pupils lust blown, which sent a shiver down your spine. 

he leaned in, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh while his breath fanned across your core. another whine fell from your lips and your cunt fluttered around nothing, desperate for him. 

the look in your eyes told him all he needed to know, and a smirk tugged at his lips. 

he moved closer, running his tongue from your entrance to your clit. practically moaning as the taste of you flooded his mouth. 

your fingers tangled in his hair and kept him as close as possible, watching him through hooded eyes. 

his tongue continued to flick through your folds, lapping up your arousal and humming against your cunt. he continued his ministrations, almost as if on loop until he sucked your clit between his lips. 

flicking his tongue against it eagerly, just to hear your pretty moans. your fingers fisting tighter in his hair, while breathy cries of his name fell from your lips. 

he knew how to work your body perfectly. 

he knew exactly which buttons to push, what strings to pull and exactly how to crook his fingers to make you cum. 

he smirked against your cunt as he let go of your clit, sliding his hands across your thighs and closer to your centre. 

his left thumb drawing figure eights tightly against your clit, while his other hand moved to your entrance. one of his fingers sliding home until it was buried to the last knuckle, your hips canting towards him at the intrusion. 

“so pretty baby”

he purred, slowly pumping his finger in and out of you before adding a second. 

your walls fluttered around his digits, and your grip on his hair tightened ever so slightly. pulling him back to your core and moaning lewdly as his tongue flicked against your clit again. 

he was in heaven and you could tell. 

Sirius loved to be between your legs, making you cum as many times as you’d let him. 

his fingers continued to move inside you, crooking them so they’d rub against that one spot just right. 

the heat in your belly crept up your spine and filled your body, your climax teetering closer to the edge than you’d even noticed. too lost in the feeling of Sirius between your thighs. 

“Siri—‘m close”

you whined, feeling him smirk against your clit before he sped up the flicks of his tongue against it. 

his fingers speeding too, hitting that one spot over and over again until your climax hit with a shuddering cry of his name. cunt clamping down around his fingers and your clit throbbing against his tongue. 

cresting over the edge and falling limp against the bed, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. loosening your hold on his hair as he lapped up the remnants of your release, kissing softly across your thighs in return. 

“that’s it baby, did so good for me”

he praised, smiling up at you as you hummed in response. breathing evening out and a dopey grin plastering itself across your face as you basked in the warmth your climax brung. 

his lips pressed another kiss to your thigh before his tongue flicked against your clit again, pulling a surprised yelp from your throat. 

“Siri, it’s too much”

you tried to protest, but he stayed put. his tongue flicking across your clit as a new pool of desire bubbled in the shadows of your climax. 

he chuckled against your core at your attempts to push him away—fingers in his hair to tug him back, your feet on his shoulders to push him away. but he stayed exactly where he was. 

"i could do this all day"

he told, and you just knew he’d be at it all night. pulling orgasm after orgasm from you until you had no more to give. 

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[drabsyo]

Big fan, dig your fleurmione art!!

Thank you anon!! 💙

[underoospeterparker]

CONGRATS ON UR MILESTONE BABY!!! i’d like to request 🪸 CORALS !! with the idea of cowboy!james and innocent!reader in mind teeheeee <333

YAY babe thank you so much ily!!! challenged myself to use some slang hehehe

join the celebration

cowboy!james potter x innocent!fem!reader, 0.9k words, hurt/comfort, angsty

tw: (slight) violence, blood mention, toxic ex, swearing

James strolled over with the confidence of a man who'd already won his race. "How're you ladies doing tonight?" He asked you and your friends, leaning over to plant a kiss on your forehead.

"Well, bless your heart for asking," Mary Rose blushed, "we're fairin' just fine," she added, a huge smile on her face. James reciprocated it, but it wasn't as pleasant as hers had been.

When she turned around, you rolled your eyes and James chuckled, taking a seat next to you. "No need for jealousy, darlin', you know I'm all yours," he said, his voice deep and quiet. This time you were the one blushing, forced to hide your red face in the crook of his jacket.

It was a second later when you pulled away, and you noticed Mary Rose's glare from across the bench. James surveyed your eyes quickly, a touch of concern in his big brown eyes. "You alright there, sweetheart?"

You were quick to nod at him. Giving him your best smile, you asked, "when's that race of yours happening?"

He checked his watch on his wrist, then got up to stand. "Reckon it's about to start in a blink of an eye," he replied, grinning at you. "I'd be mighty honoured to have you by my side, darlin', will you come to cheer me on?"

Mary Rose was quick to speak up. "You bet your spurs we'll be there, cowboy!"

James looked at her with a small smile, then turned to you as she began getting her things ready. "I'll be front and centre," you reassured him, and his face brightened. "Wearin' my finest cowgirl hat," you added, giggling softly. "Now go show 'em how it's done."

Your boyfriend saluted you and head off to the races. "Yeehaw," Nellie squealed, tugging at your arm as you laughed along with her. "Let's mosey on down, ladies!"

While you climbed down the stands, hand-in-hand with Nellie, Mary Rose pulled you aside, her grip tight on your arm. "Don't think for a moment I didn't notice you cozying up with my ex. You better watch your back, partner!" Mary Rose's nails dug into your skin, drawing blood. She pulled away when Laura called her over, waving with a fake smile on her face.

You winced as you looked down at your arm, crescent moons left in her wake. You covered it up as best as you could, pulling your jacket on although it was mighty hot outside. Then, you returned to the race tracks to watch James ride.

"Ladies and gentlemen, gather 'round," the announcer clapped his hands excitedly, "we've got a lineup of fine cowboys ready to tear up that track. Among 'em, we got James Potter!" The crowd roared with enthusiasm as James made his way onto the track, a massive grin on his face. You waved happily at him when he blew a kiss to you good-naturedly.

Mary Rose turned around to look at you, glaring. "Say, (Y/N), I need to make a trip to the outhouse. Would you be so kind as to join me?"

You couldn't refuse, not with all of the girls surrounding you, so you nodded, even though James was about to ride. Mary Rose would have done much worse if you hadn't.

She gave you a smile, then pressed a heavy hand to your back, leading you to the bathroom. James, however, noticed your disappearance soon after, and swiftly mounted his horse. He quickly rose over to where the girls were stood. "Where might I find (Y/N), ma'am?" He asked Nellie pleasantly.

Nellie pointed over to the outhouse, and James nodded, saying, "much obliged, my friend."

He climbed over the fence, although the announcer was yelling at him to get back over and on his horse. James started to jog over to the bathroom, starting to get worried. "Shucks," he said under his breath, swinging the door open to find you cowering in a corner, a bruise blossoming across your face.

You managed to gain some confidence, however, and you struck a painful punch across Mary Rose's face, so hard that she stumbled backwards. "You bitch! I'm gonna-"

James stepped between the two of you. "Hold your horses," he said, his face hard. "I'd never lay a hand against a lady, but you raised a finger against my sweetheart. So I'd suggest you keep your distance."

With tears in her eyes, Mary Rose nodded and stepped out of the way. James turned to you, nothing but care and worry in his eyes as he surveyed the damage.

"James," you murmured softly, "any reason you're lingering 'round here instead of hittin' the track?"

He smiled, "I gotta take care of my girl, y'know? She's my top priority." James cupped your cheek, face softening when you grimaced in pain. "Shhh, I'm sorry, sweetheart," he crooned over you, wrapping you up in his arms, "don't you worry. I'm gonna take good care of you." He paused, making sure you were listening. "And I ain't one to make empty promises, darlin'."

You smiled up at him. "No doubt in my mind, cowboy."

[mars-ipan]

btw i was Really Smart in communications today :]

[six-improbable-things]

The panic I felt when I saw that the Toll Collector had 604 HP, and after she downed my Tav in one hit... I knew there had to be a gimmick, but I was still so worried, until I got through the first round of combat and she lost her first layer of gold. I was like "There is no way they're actually gonna make me fight this bitch with six hundred HP who can one-shot me, at level 8. No fucking way." But then I saw how the fight worked, and everything was fine.

(That one-hit downer ability, tho. That's something else. Luckily she can't use it all the time.)