#I'll just sit there with it and Stare disapprovingly

[oldmanlusting]

A corollary from the earlier ask also: I am worried about the voice actor for Scrooge because while appearances are all well and good I also expect him to sound like an Aged Man, but given that the actor is like in his 40's, unless he manages an extremely deep drawl of some sort, I feel I'd have a hard time convincing myself that the voice can match up against the character design. Even more so when I read somewhere that people find the ""Youth"" of the voice actor shine through during the songs in particular, and given that this is a musical, that's quite a hefty bit of listening to a voice that might be somewhat dissonant

[chososdiscordkitten]

Obsessive!Choso♡ pt6

pt 5 here content: stalking, (duh.) thoughts of violence, blackmail, mentions of grooming, overall Choso thinking he's a good guy, paranoia, starting to feel the anxiety of someone possibly stalking reader

(a.n) I wrote this listening to 'Black no 1 - Type O Negative'

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Obsessive!Choso who looked at you, had a smile on his face before interrupting your ‘friend’. “Of course I'd like to join you.” Looking over to this, Theo. Seeing his eyes full of disappointment, a sinister smile formed on Choso's lips. Knowing that this person will never even come close to making you feel the way he does. ‘It’s okay. You can try and find scraps of me in other men. I'm patient. I will wait for you to come back to me when these men can't hold a candle to the thought of me. I will wait.’ he thought, calling your name. Sitting across from you and your ‘friend’. This guy was staring at Choso as though he could read his thoughts. Smile on his face, knowing he'd never be able to. Awkward tension in the air, making you want to shrink into your seat. Seeing you about to speak up but he needed to know. Know what you see in this shallow man. “What did you say you did for a living?” Choso asked, the question was harmless. But his eyes gave away his true intentions. ‘I'll find you. I'll find out how to ruin you.’ Making the man squint, “I didn't, but I work in tech.” He started, droning on and on about his job. Looking over at you, your face bored as though you'd heard him say the same thing over and over again. ‘Idiot. I didn't even have to ask him another question- he's telling me everything I need.’

Holding back a smile. Nodding his head, mocking him while hearing your ‘friend’ yap on and on. “And you? How could you afford to come to such a college? Especially so far away from home.” Passive aggressive. Choso saw what he was trying to do. “Don't tell me-” Theo started, closing his eyes and pretending to think. “Trust fund?” He asked sarcastically, making you look over to him in shock. “God no-” Choso laughed, thinking of all the ways he could dispose of him. “Though I'm sure you'd know all about that.” He kept a playful tone, but his eyes gave him away. Hearing your friend laugh, “You kids these days. Always so quick to snap.” Theo smiled, ‘I'll show you what snapping is.’ crow's feet forming at the corners of his eyes. ‘See? He sees you as nothing but a child. Tell me you see it too.’ he thought, looking over at you to see what you'd say. 

Choso’s anger pooled in his gut when he saw the way Theo looked at you. Almost telling you to keep your mouth shut. Nodding your head in disapproval. True, you only invited Choso to see how he'd act. See if he would show you some kind of indication as to how he felt about you. But this- this was just awkward. Seeing you look down at the menu, your fingers on your forehead. Theo looking down at his phone, before leaning over to your ear and whispering something. ‘I'll kill him.’ he vowed, seeing your eyes widened at Theo’s whispers. Looking over at him, “Really?” You asked, seeing him stand up and kiss the top of your head. All while staring directly at Choso. “It's work-I'll call you later, babe.” before walking off, answering a call on his phone. ‘This is who you replaced me with?’ seeing you ease your shoulders the second he left. “Known him long?” He asked, breaking the silence. Making you smile at how he was starting to show you some kind of jealousy, “A while. I guess.” You smiled, taking a drink from your cup, raising your eyebrows at him. Seeing him nod, almost disapprovingly. “I must be missing something here- clearly.” He spoke, “I mean- he's well read, he's nice. What more could I ask for in a friend?” you exhaled, dropping your smile before looking down at the menu again. ‘Well read? Nice? He just left you for work, called you a child and looks old enough to be your father.’ scoffing as he replayed the words in his head. “Problem?” You asked, trying to get him to admit he was jealous. 

What Choso felt wasn't jealousy, he felt possessive. Like if he saw you once more with that man- he'd have to show you just how possessive he was. “You're naive if you think he just wants to be your friend.” He scoffed, seeing you furrow your eyebrows. This was fun- at first. But now he's calling you naive- almost telling you that you're an idiot. Seeing you exhale- 'You're getting angry.’ It wasn't the fact he was asking too many questions. It was the fact that he didn't just tell you what he was thinking. Dancing around what you wanted to hear. Smile on your lips, opening your mouth to say something- to ask him if he was being jealous. But thinking before you spoke. “I think I'm going back home. Theo was right- you must be tired.” You mumbled, standing up and seeing his face fall. It wasn't the fact that he didn't show you what you wanted to see, it felt belittling when he looked at you like that. Almost telling you ‘This isn't you.’ but not saying it, it almost felt like…slut shaming? Hearing him ask you to wait, but you walked away. ‘Our first fight.’ he thought, watching you walk out the doors of the restaurant. 

Obsessive!Choso who kept apologizing to you mentally, ‘I know I should apologize. Show up to your door with a thousand flowers and beg you on my hands and knees to forgive me. But I have work to do. I need to find out who this ‘Theo’ in tech is. I need to make sure he isn't a stalker or a serial killer.’ he'd thought, scrolling through your following list, trying to find anyone with the same name, but he came up empty handed. Searching up his name followed by tech companies. So very easy to find his full name and the name of the company he worked for. Opening Theo’s instagram, ‘Babe? Babe, you're dating a douchebag.’ he teased you in his own mind, scrolling through the many photos of him on yachts and of him doing whatever the fuck ‘Hot yoga’ was. Going to his tagged, so many pictures of him with other women. ‘Busy boy aren't you?’ His profile was littered with women in tiny bikinis. ‘Somehow you're always on vacation, year round huh?’ Finding the one picture he knew would lead him to what he was looking for. A family photo, his son and wife posing happily. ‘Of course he's married.’ he'd think, clicking on the account that was tagged on his wife. Endless pictures of her house, of her family, comparing the two instagram accounts. ‘I know you don’t know he's married. He spewed a bunch of bullshit to you. He manipulated you. Do you know about all these pictures?’ thinking while refreshing the page- seeing he had just posted something. ‘I mean come on. You're making this too easy.’ seeing photos with someone that very much wasn't you. ‘Either he told you he didn't have social media or you know. But you're not like that- I know you. You wouldn't date a married man.’

Obsessive!Choso who printed each photo he could find that was incriminating. ’It's clear here- he didn't miss you when you were gone. You mean nothing to him.’ You know it was serious when he printed the photos in color. Making two copies of each photo. Smile on his face while watching the ink dry. Typing out onto two forms, “Do you know what your husband is up to?” Slipping it into a yellow folder with the photos. And on the other, “Be careful who you let into your life.” addressing one to his wife and the other to you. Writing down the address that was almost too easy to find. And holding onto the other for the next time he'd go by your house. ‘I'm doing this for you. I know you don't see what I see. But that's why you need me. You need me to protect you from all the people in the world that will try to hurt you.’ 

Sending out the envelope to Theo’s wife. Going to your house while you were in the coffee shop on campus. Placing it on the doormat before walking back to where he last saw you. Walking directly to where you were sitting. It was the next day- he didn't text and neither did you. But Choso knew he had to be there for you- especially now with that little present he left on your doorstep. Seeing you move your eyes to look at him. Not even greeting him with a smile. “Could I sit?” He asked, the soft tone he took made you almost forget why you were upset. ‘Mhm.’ he heard from you, looking back down at your book. Glancing up when you saw him shifting in his seat. “I'm sorry.” He started, seeing you purse your lips and look at him. “For?” You asked, your tone stern, wanting to be sure that he knew what he did wrong. Choso felt goosebumps on his arms at hearing how upset you sounded, “For being mean. And for not being supportive.” He exhaled, you looked at him. He looked like a child that was being scolded, hands between his knees and looking away from your gaze. Smile forming on your face when you thought of what to say. “And why were you mean and unsupportive?” you asked, your tone cold as he looked up to see you. Opening his mouth to speak, thinking of what he could say to you. Choso felt his ears could burn off at any second. “I was-” he started, “I was worried.” he urged, seeing you tilt your head and squint your eyes. “About what? Don't think I can take care of myself?” You taunted, seeing him become more and more flustered every time you spoke. ‘I know you can't. I've seen how much you can't take care of yourself.’ 

Obsessive!Choso who was stuttering and stumbling over his words. “That's not what I'm saying-” he started, seeing you squint at him. It was happening again. “I've seen you walk home alone and- and it worries me- people are crazy and I don't want you to get kidnapped- or worse-” He threw so many words at you, he didn't even know what he was saying. But seeing you crack a smile and close your eyes eased him. “I won’t get kidnapped. I'll try my best not to.” You smiled, letting go of the stern face when you saw how flushed he became. “And as for Theo- he was my ex-boyfriend's step dad.” You confessed, seeing Choso’s face drop. Looking away from you and trying to connect the dots. “From highschool- my ex wasn't the greatest kid and Theo really helped me out.” You smiled, ‘He groomed you. Didn't he?’ 

The agonizing feeling of wanting to throw up when he heard you tell the disgusting tale of the man he was. “I was 15 or 16 I think- when Theo helped me leave his son. His wife wasn't the greatest person either, always accusing me of- vile things.” You exhaled, telling this to Choso as though he was your prince charming. “But he got me my own place, got me a car. Helped me choose this college; helped me leave my family.” You continued, remembering the unpleasant memories from home. ‘He deserves worse than me ruining his life.’ he thought, seeing your face almost light up while telling him how Theo came to see you- to check up on you. ‘I will kill him for you. I will chop him into pieces and throw him into a construct-’ his violent thoughts were interrupted. “Oh my god- Choso your nose!” you exclaimed, reaching for paper towels from the small dispenser on the table. 

So much anger that his nose actually started bleeding. Wiping it with his fingers, feeling it drip into his mouth. Trailing the tips of his fingers down to his lips before pulling them away and seeing them covered in blood. Looking over at you with hazy eyes, pressing napkins onto his face, Hearing you ask him something, but deaf with rage. Looking up at you through his eyelashes, now standing in front of him, a napkin pressed firmly onto his pierced nose as your other hand held the back of his head still. “Are you okay?” you asked him, face full of worry. The feeling of your hands on his head made him forget that he was currently bleeding, thinking you were holding his face with deep devotion. Feeling him nod against your hands. Pulling your hands from him slowly, looking at his face to see if he was truly okay. 

Obsessive!Choso who spent the next two hours at the cafe with you, hearing you speak about the man who tried to take you away from him. Pocketing the anger he felt, knowing if he saw him once more- he would beat him bloody. Flashing images of him taking advantage of you, when you were just a child. Following you home, watching from a distance when you picked up the large folder labeled with your name. Opening it and reading the paper, eyes skimming the photos. He was far, but not far enough to see the shock and fear on your face when you looked around. Trying to see who left these here. Seeing you open the door to your house, picturing you walking up the steps and into your bedroom. Dialing the phone to call your self proclaimed prince charming, if only you knew the true one was outside watching you. Phone pressed to your ear as you paced the window. Silent tears falling from your eyes as you waited for him to answer. Seeing you opening your mouth, speaking to him. Reading your lips, asking him ‘what the fuck these photos were. And who sent them’ only to be yelled “Not now!” before hanging up. Knowing that Theo was the kind of idiot who’d choose someone else over you. But thankful for his idiocy. The feeling of losing one of the only ‘parental’ figures in your life was destroying. Choso stepped closer to your house, being able to hear your sobs. ‘It's okay.’ he comforted you. Your weeping made him want to cry with you. ‘This had to be done. I had to make you see that nobody will love you the way I do.’

Obsessive!Choso who didn't hear from you for the next two days, taking strolls to your house and seeing you were in your bedroom. He didn't know you hadn't left because of the fear that someone was actually stalking you. Almost like you felt his presence, going insane inside that house. All alone, still a week left before your roommates came home. You called him, tears in your eyes at the thoughts in your head. “Hey.” you whispered, voice cracked before you sniffled. This made his heart break, knowing you were wasting tears on that pig who hurt you. Closing his eyes in pain. “Hey- I haven't heard from you in a while.” He spoke, feigning being clueless before he heard you let out a quick ‘Ha-ha’. “Yeah- I'm sorry.” You apologized, feeling tears prick your cheeks. “Are you okay?” he asked, hearing you let out a choked sigh as you closed your eyes, smiling at the comfort his voice brought you. “No. Not at all. But I was wondering if you could come see me?” You asked, sniffling away your embarrassment. Feeling like Choso was the only one you could trust right now. “Of course- at the cafe?” He asked, seeing you step in front of your window, looking out and feeling like you were being watched. Closing the curtain before answering him, “No- No you can just come to my house.” You sat on your bed, closing your eyes and listening to him. “Yeah- yeah, wherever you want.” He replied, almost telling you he'd see you in a few minutes, but remembering you hadn't actually given him your address yet. “Send me the address, okay?” He asked you, making you smile as you huddled over your legs. Mumbling a small, ‘Mhm’ before he asked, “Do you need anything? Something to drink or a snack?” He asked, making you giggle. “No. No I just need-” You started, feeling your cheeks warm at what you were about to say, ‘Me. you just need me.’ he thought. “Please. Please just get here as soon as you can.” You spoke, not wanting it to sound so pathetic but it did.

It took all the strength he had to not run across the street to knock on your door. Instead, walking to the small grocery store that was close to your house. Picking up a few vegetables and some tilapia fish. Wanting to show you just how well he could take care of you if you let him. Almost running to your house 15 minutes after you sent him the address. Knocking on the door and hearing you open it immediately. No makeup, evident bags under your eyes and in your pajamas at 5:34 pm. And still, you looked otherworldly in his eyes. “Hey-” you murmured, voice pained as you fought off tears. Looking at him, no eyeshadow, and his hair down. “You, my dear-” he started, making you smile at his words. Seeing him take a step inside and kicking the door shut. Heavy boots clacking on the wood flooring. “Look like you need a hug. “ He said, holding the plastic bag in his hand. Nodding your head yes before seeing him place the bag on the table next to the door. Taking a step towards you and snaking your arms around him, closing your eyes as you pressed the side of your face to his chest. Exhaling as though he knew exactly what you needed. Wrapping his arms around your shoulders without any hesitation this time. Squeezing you tightly, resisting the urge to kiss the top of your head, feeling you smile against him. Pulling away from him and grinning. “You wanna talk about it?” He asked, seeing you look down at your socks. “No- if that's okay.” You mumbled, “What did you bring?” you whispered, seeing him look over at the bag. “Don’t worry about it.” He smiled, kicking his shoes off at the door. 

Obsessive!Choso who convinced you to stay on the couch while he cooked for you, eyes following his every move. Sleeves rolled up and hair pulled back, cutting up carrots. Catching you staring multiple times, only smiling before continuing to mince the vegetables. “I didn't know you cooked.” You grinned, seeing him place the vegetables into the pan your roommates had told you multiple times not to use. “I never liked mentioning it- and unexpected, don't you think?” His tone was soft, not bothering to use the rugged act he used in public. Not now. “Definitely.” You replied, seeing the sun setting while Choso infused his love into what he was making. “You don't cook?” He asked, looking up from the stove, placing the knives and cutting board into the sink. “Growing up I was always told I had hands that were like a stomach- destroying everything they touch.” You laughed, seeing him not find it funny. “I mean- it's true. I can't cook for the life of me, and I never had the patience for baking.” Seeing him return you a smile, ‘This is what life would be like with me. You'd never have to cook, or clean. I'd do everything for you.’ he'd think, turning around and hiding his toothy smile from you. 

Obsessive!Choso who reached into your cupboards, pulling out two oval plates. Calling you over, telling you to close your eyes. Sitting at the small table in your kitchen, opening them and seeing the plate he served for you. Choso let out a small ‘Ta-da’ Opening your mouth with furrowed eyebrows. “I don't even want to eat it- it's a masterpiece.” You smiled, seeing him place the pan into the sink before sitting down next to you, waiting for you to take the first bite. “You have to, I need to know if you like it.” he smiled, his hands in between his knees. Watching you pick up the fork, picking up a piece of vegetables and a good chunk of the fish. “Careful, it's hot.” He mumbled, smile on your lips before blowing gently onto the food. Almost dying when he saw you place it into your mouth, biting down and closing your eyes. His face winced when you looked at him. “Is it not good?” he asked, seeing you furrow your eyebrows and finish chewing. Running your tongue across the front of your teeth. “I haven't eaten a home cooked meal this good in 3 years.” You smiled, looking at him light up at your words. “Is it-?” he asked, seeing you nod quickly before taking another bite, “Whatever major you're in- change it. Go to culinary school. Jesus.” You smiled, taking another bite. Making him smile and look down at his own plate. “Did your parents teach you?” you asked, taking a drink from the glass to your right. “I taught myself-” he exhaled, placing his cutlery down and looking at you. “My mother passed away when I was young, I was 10, I think” He exhaled, seeing you pinch your eyebrows. “And my father wasn't the kind of man to stick around- so I learned for my brothers.” He smiled, looking at your face of sorrow. Reaching for his wrist, “I'm so sorry Choso.” You whispered. Seeing him look down at his plate. “If I didn't learn how- they'd still be eating microwaved hotdogs and chocolate milk for all 3 meals.” he chuckled, lightening the mood, seeing you smile. “Who cooks for them now?” You asked, leaning onto your hand as he exhaled. “They're all grown up now- either they cook for themselves or they eat leftover pizza.” he smiled, the memories of when he first started cooking for them flashing in his mind. 

Looking down at your plate and then at his, noticing yours lacked mushrooms “Why doesn't mine have any mushrooms?” You asked, seeing his smile fall. A few seconds of silence in the air before he spoke. “I remembered you mentioned something about not liking them.” The smile that was previously on his face returned. “You remember everything, don't you?” You smiled, looking down at your plate to hide the warmth that was rising on your cheeks. “That reminds me-” He smiled, standing up and going to the coat hanger by your door. Reaching into the pocket and pulling out a small square of tissue paper. “I know Christmas has passed. But- I thought better late than never right?” He said, placing the square onto the table and seeing you return a blushing smile. “You didn't have to Choso-” Your eyebrows pinched. “I know- I know. But I wanted to.” He smiled, looking at your face. Mouthing, ‘Open it’ before you delicately opened the tissue paper. Slack jawed when you saw it. A small beaded bracelet, black and red beads with square letters. Your favorite band's name on it. Looking at him and feeling butterflies in your stomach. “Thank you.” you whispered, not remembering telling him about your favorite band, but chalking it up to you probably forgot, but he remembered. Slipping it onto your wrist, perfect fit. ‘I always want to know where you are. I want you to carry a piece of me with you everyday.’

“Is this a friendship bracelet?” You asked, seeing he had a similar one. “Only if you want it to be.” He smiled, seeing you look down at the colors. “Do you want it to be?” You smiled, looking into his eyes. Making his ears warm and a smile form on his lips, “I do.” seeing you look away from him, not wanting him to see you blush. ‘That won't be the first time I say those words. I'll make sure of that.’

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pt 7 here

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[blackbirdi]

One-Sided

Brief Description: The pains of being in love with your friend are bad, but the pains of said friend not liking you back are worse.

Point of View: 1st person

Word Count: 2155

Character: Sirius Black x Reader

House: Gryffindor

Year: Sixth Year

Prompt:

Sitting in the surprisingly empty common room, I stared at the textbook sitting on my lap. At one point it felt like I was going cross eyed from how long I was staring at the properties of whatever kind of ingredients for whatever kind of potion we were going to be making in class next week.

At this point in my studying I didn't even know what I was reading, just hoping that someone would appear out of thin air and save me from this painful reading.

"That was so incredibly stupid of you lot," a familiar voice growls from the portrait hole.

My eyes finally leave the textbook on my lap for the first time in what felt like days to see what Remus was talking about.

Remus, who was the one snapping at the rest of the Marauders walks over to me and collapses on the floor right in front of my feet. I watch as the other Marauders climb through the portrait hole - my eyes lingering a bit too long on one of the boys - before I glance back down at Remus.

"Why are you on the floor, Moony?" I ask inquisitively, shoving my textbook into my bookbag as my prayers for a distraction have finally been answered.

Remus looks up at me, giving me a lazy grin before he rolls onto his stomach and rests his head on his arms.

"Well, well, well, what have we here?" Sirius saunters over, smirking over at me. "What's a beautiful lady such as yourself sitting along in the common room for, L/n?"

"Studying, Black," I answer, grinning up at him. "I don't suppose you know what that means."

Sirius tosses his head back and laughs, playfully kicking my shin as he sits down next to me and throws his arm over my shoulder, bringing me close to his body. My face heats up at the contact, I can see Remus, James, and Peter smirking at me. They all know about my feelings for Sirius, apparently my feelings for Sirius can be spotted from a mile away, according to the other three Marauders.

"This is why I like you, Y/n," he announces, his words causing my heart to do backflips. "You have a witty response for everything."

"Mhm," I hum in response, glaring at the rest of the Marauders as they smirk knowingly over at Sirius and I.

"So can I ask what you lot were doing that had Remus calling you stupid?" I question, wriggling myself out of Sirius's grasp, knowing that my face would only get redder if he held me like that longer.

"I didn't say they were stupid," Remus corrects me, rolling his eyes as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking disapprovingly at the others. "I said what they did was stupid."

Around me, Peter, James, and Sirius snicker, clearly thinking about what they had done to get Remus so upset with them.

"Then what did they do?" I ask, exaggerating my annoyance with Remus correcting me.

Remus grins at your annoyance, pushing himself up from his position on the floor to sit up and say, "I think that's private information, Y/n. I'm afraid I'll have to keep that to myself."

I roll my eyes at Remus's secrecy, grumbling, "Dick," under my breath as I cross my arms and lean back against the couch.

In response to my obvious annoyance, Remus throws his head back and laughs; the others join in with their own chuckles. Sirius slings his arms over my shoulders again, pulling my body to press against his side.

"Ah, don't be like that, love," he mutters, her voice full of amusement. "Moony is just playing with you. No need to get all cranky."

Trying to stop the blush from rising to my cheeks and calling me out, I attempt to push myself out of Sirius's hold, mumbling, "Don't treat me like a child, Pads, I have a reputation to uphold."

Sirius just laughs at my resistance and words, his arms around me tightening and pulling me closer. "You're so cute, L/n, you know that?"

My resistance to Sirius's embrace falls as I hide my face against his chest so that none of the Marauders see just how red my cheeks are.

"Fuck you," I respond.

Sirius just laughs again, pressing a kiss to my hairline.

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"L/n!" a voice calls my name as I study at one of the tables hidden in a corner in the library.

I lift my head, immediately rolling my eyes as I spot Sirius - and Madam Pince sending him a nasty glare.

"Keep quiet!" I demand with a hiss, moving over to make room from Sirius at the table. "Are you trying to get me kicked out of here or something?

Sirius plops down in the seat beside me, smirking over at me as I snap at him. He leans back in the chair, an arm thrown over the back of it as he gives me one of his sexy half-grins.

"I only came here for one thing, and one thing only, Y/n," he informs me.

Deciding to humour him (and set aside my book for the meantime) I ask, "And what's that, Black?"

Sirius throws a red piece of cloth on the table; I hadn't realized he was holding anything until now.

"What's that?" I ask, nodding my head towards the material.

"My jersey," Sirius answers, pride evident in his voice as he tilts his grin turns haughty.

One of my eyebrows raise in confusion, I look at Sirius in question. "Okay...?" I reply slowly, hoping he gives me more of an explanation for why he just tossed his Quidditch jersey onto the table in front of us.

"I need you to wear that on Saturday," Sirius informs me, pushing the jersey towards me.

My eyes widen at his request - or demand, however you take it - and an unwanted shade of red invades my cheeks.

"Wh-what? Why?" I ask, cursing myself internally as I stutter to ask him a simple question.

Whenever I have a girl wear my jersey to one of my Quidditch matches, I always play better," Sirius explains, nudging his jersey closer to me again. "I thought of you on the stands in every game I play - which I thank you for, love - and I thought 'Hey, why not get Y/n to wear your jersey?' ya know? I think it would be perfect." He pauses for a moment before adding with a cheeky wink, "And you'll look good while wearing it."

My cheeks heat up further to the point where I feel like I'm practically glowing red.

"Geez, Siri, I don't know," I mumble, looking down at the book I was reading to hide my red cheeks. "Don't you want one of your little girlfriends to wear it instead?" I retort, my voice showing just how obviously jealous I was of every girl that Sirius sleeps with.

If Sirius saw (or heard) my jealous, he didn't show that he did.

"Oh, come on, Y/n/n, I want you to wear it. Pleaseeeee?" he begs, giving me his best puppy dog eyes, which he knows I can't say no to.

I'm torn, genuinely torn. Do I wear Sirius's jersey, make him happy, and have my heart beat furiously against my chest for the whole match because I'm wearing Sirius's jersey? Or do I not wear it, disappoint Sirius, and watch him give it to some other girl and have jealousy pool in my stomach for the whole match?

I know that I'm leaning towards 'wear the jersey' but if I do I'm just feeding into my delusions that Sirius likes me back? Am I the first one he came to? Does he want me to wear it because he wants to see me wear his jersey? Or does he just want a girl to wear it and everyone else he asked said no?

Sighing, I finally answer him, "Okay. I'll wear it."

A large smile breaks across Sirius's face and he throws his arms around me, bringing me into an embrace.

Red blooms across my face, I'm thankful that my face is pressed against his shoulder so he can't see just how red I am just from him hugging me.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," he chants, bubbling with joy.

"Yeah, yeah," I reply, trying to downplay it, because truthfully, I don't understand why he's so excited for me to wear his jersey. "It's nothing, Sirius. It's just a jersey."

"But it's my jersey," Sirius replies, releasing me from his grasp. "And you're wearing it."

I roll my eyes playfully at him, unable to hide my grin as I do so. I grab the jersey form the table in front of me, holding it close to my chest as I look over at Sirius and ask, "Anything else you need, Black?"

With a smirk, Sirius answers, "No, I think I got everything. Thank you, love."

"Mhm," I hum, looking back down at my book. My hair falls in front of my face, hiding my red cheeks from Sirius. "See you around then."

"See you around," Sirius echos, standing up from the chair. He playfully ruffles my hair before walking away.

When he disappears around the corner I straighten my hair before I look down at the jersey in my arms, those same mixed emotions swirling in my chest.

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"I don't know why I agreed to do this," I grumble, watching the figures of red and blue fly across the Quittich pitch.

"What are you talking about?" Remus asks at my side, looking away from the players and over to me. "You love Quidditch; you literally watch every game, even in Gryffindor isn't one of the teams competing."

I sigh, looking down at Sirius's jersey that envelopes my body.

"I meant wearing Sirius's jersey," I mumble, glancing over at Remus before looking back to the players.

Remus's attention is still on me, his eyes burn a hole in the side of my head as he stares at me. It kinda feels like he's trying to read my mind, to understand why I was so upset about wearing someone's jersey, especially if it's someone I like.

"And that's a bad things because...?"

"Because, Remus, it-it just makes me feel like-like he likes me," I admit, cringing at my own words. "And I know he doesn't like me, so I'm just feeding my own delusions that he wanted me to wear his jersey because he likes me."

Remus doesn't say anything, which I thank him for because I'm currently so goddamn embarrassed by my own admittance.

I try to refocus back on the game, but everything on my mind weighs down the joy of our eventual win against Ravenclaw.

"I think I'm gonna go back to my dorm," I inform Remus as the crowd stands up to cheer for Gryffindor. "I'm tired."

"Aren't you going to come to the party?" Remus asks me, the victorious smile on his face disappearing as he hears my words. Concern takes over his face, his eyebrows knitted together as he tries to dig deeper and find out if there's something more going on. "We always have a party when we win. Don't you want to celebrate with the rest of us?"

"Not tonight, Rem," I mumble, taking a few steps towards the stairs to get me down the stands. "I'm tired. I just want to go to sleep. Besides, there's parties every damn week in Gryffindor tower, I'll go next time. Tell James and Sirius 'congrats' for me, alright?"

"Yeah," Remus replies, looking down at the huddle of red on the field as they celebrate their win. "I will."

"Thanks, Rem. Have fun at the party."

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Sirius's POV

Looking up at the crowd that herds towards the team and I to congratulate us on our win, I look around for Y/n. I spot Remus, expecting Y/n to be right behind him, but when I don't see her my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

"Where's Y/n?" I ask him, when he gets close enough that I don't have to shout for him to hear me.

"She went back to her dorm," Remus answers. "Some bullshit excuse about being tired."

James walks over to the two of us, his own confusion showing on his face as hears Remus.

"Do you have any idea why she actually went back?" James questions.

Remus stares at James for a long moment, looking like he was trying to explain with his eyes but after a long moment just shrugs.

"I'm sure she'll be fine tomorrow morning," he says. "Let's just go enjoy the party, yeah?"

"Yeah, okay," I mutters, looking down at my feet in disappointment.

Usually after every game, whether we won or lost, Y/n would greet me with a smile and hug, and everything felt wrong without it.

part II up now!

[passcode58]

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Not Requested |

Pure Fluff |

High school Gojo Satoru x Reader 

Warnings | spoilers

Cursing under your breath, you hobble your way into the school gym where the basketball court was located. You were going to meet your friends but got held up in a meeting, so time just slipped away. The thought of missing an opportunity to spend time with them hurt so you rushed off as soon as you could and finally made it. Upon entering you spot your best friend, Satoru, sitting alone on the floor, slouched over and looking somewhat defeated. It's a rare sight to see him like this, and concern immediately fills your heart. Gojo is undeniably attractive, with his silver hair and mesmerising eyes, but what you cherish most about him is your friendship. He brought something unique to your dull life, something to look forward to. He was a major part in your solar system, your bright and burning star, or rather the silver moon.

With gentle steps, you approach him, your heart racing with worry and your brows furrow in concern. "Baby, what's wrong?" You cooed. "Are you okay?" you softly inquire, crouching down beside him.

He looks up at you, a criminally adorable pout laced his face as his cheeks squished against the ball and a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "Nothing to worry about, beautiful. Just a little bruise, that's all," he replies but his eyes are solemn, his usual charm not fully masking the discomfort in his voice. He's like a kicked puppy.

You can't help but frown, "A bruise? What happened, angel? Should I beat someone up?" Gojo's pout solidifies at your concern. "Well, you know me, always getting into some trouble. It's nothing to worry about, really."

"But I do worry, Toru," you say sincerely, reaching out to cup his face in your hands. Your touch is gentle, and you can feel the warmth of his skin beneath your fingertips. "You know I hate seeing you hurt. You're too precious for pain." it's probably not that deep but he was practically an angel to you. You would kiss his toe if he stubbed it— if they were clean that is…

He leans into your touch, basking the comfort you offer. "Well, it hurts just a little," he murmurs. He's so needy, he looks up at you with his baby blue eyes, pleading. He knows he can get his way with you, because you do the same to him. When your eyes meet they connect, and you stare at each other adoringly.

Just then, you notice a figure approaching from the corner of your eye. It's Geto. He rolls his eyes at the sight of you comforting Gojo once again, especially after he out— played him at basketball. But you're too focused on your friend to pay much attention.

"Gojo, you really should be more careful," you gently scold, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on his cheek, as you soothe his head.

He chuckles softly, "I know, I know. I promise I'll be more careful next time, just for you." He's not weak, neither are you— but he's addicted to this kind of attention.

Unable to resist the impulse, you lean in and plant a soft, tender kiss on the bruise, trying to take away some of his pain with your affection. Gojo's eyes widen in surprise, but he quickly relaxes and closes his eyes, savouring the gesture. He loves you so much, he can't help but smile. His ego is inflated as he pretends to whimper, coaxing more kisses out of you and you soothe him some more.

Geto huffs disapprovingly, muttering something about you spoiling Gojo too much— I mean he was right, but you ignore him for now. Your attention is solely on Gojo, and you're glad to see him smile again when you pull l away. He's giddy, and cannot hide his joy.

"Thank you," Gojo says, his voice soft and sincere as he opens his eyes to meet yours. "You always know how to make me feel better, (N/n)."

You grin back at him, "That's what friends are for, right?" He puts the ball down now, looking up at you through his luscious lashes. Gojo leans closer, his forehead resting against yours, Shoko and Geto fading into the background. "You're not just a friend, you know. You're something more to me." Your lips parted as words failed to form. Your heart skips a beat, the proximity to him causing butterflies to flutter in your stomach. "Really?" you whisper, breathless.

He nods, his eyes full of affection. "Really. And I hope that's okay with you." Holy fucking shit. He straight up confessed. You swallow hard, as a wave of happiness washes over you, and you can't help but smile wider. "It's more than okay, Toru. You mean a lot to me too." His grin is wide, and suddenly his bruise is forgotten as he quite literally tackles you. The two of you laugh bard, as he peppers your face in kisses. "Oh my God, get a room."

Hey I'm Passcode and I love to write and draw! 💖Thanks so much for all the likes and rebloggs, I truly appreciate it. I'll probably open up suggestions and requests soon.

[yerimbrit]

cat parents : k. haerin

synopsis: you and your girlfriend are on your nightly walk, away from the media, when you find an abandoned kitten in a box next to a park lamppost. the two of you decide to do the obvious and take it home. spoiler: minji is not pleased.

# : pairing ! kang haerin x 6th member!reader

# : tags ! reader's gender isn't specified, fluff, this was made in like an hour

# : warnings ! none really but minji swears once

"i can explain," you said, voice shaking as you failed to look minji in the eye. instead, you watched the small kitten you and haerin took home roll around in the blanket on the couch. danielle and hyein were cooing at it, squealing when it purred at their pets and scratches.

minji snapped her fingers. "look at me," she grumbled disapprovingly.

you bit your lip, trying to think of a way to word the situation in a way that wouldn't set your older member off even more.

thankfully, haerin came to your rescue, briskly striding over to where you were sitting on the couch and picking the kitty up, presenting it to the older girl. she was unamused.

"it's a cat," she declared, her face twisting in pride. as if on cue, the unnamed kitten meowed, almost like it was greeting minji.

"it's a cat," minji affirmed, "yes, haerin, i can see that."

you gingerly took the kitten from your girlfriend, a small smile on her face before she looked back to minji with a pout. you looked down at the fragile kitten in your lap, giving it a few scratches behind the ear. you were rewarded with some purrs and a headbutt, the sound rumbling against your arm.

you joined haerin in staring at minji, nobody daring to make a sound. danielle and hyein had settled at the foot of the couch, choosing to watch the stowaway kitten lick its paws and bury its head into your legs. hanni stood at a further distance, observing the entire interaction.

the oldest member sighed, rubbing her temple. the kitten seemed to sense her disappointment, and hopped off your lap to rub its head against her leg. if you looked closely enough, you could see minji's fist shaking in restraint.

she sighed again, this time relenting and bending down and giving the (intruder? new group member?) cat a long pet from the top of its head down to its back. it meowed approvingly.

"fine. i'll try to convince our manager. but you two have to give it a bath later, and we're going to take it to the vet tomorrow."

you rushed forward and brought haerin and minji into a big hug.

"thank you thank you thank you, minji-unnie!" you exclaimed, jumping up and down in place.

"whatever," she replied, but ultimately giving in and wrapping her arms around the both of you as well, the others joining the group hug.

danielle spoke up cheerfully. "can we name it jerr-"

"no."

"you know, i think we'll be great cat parents," you mumbled into the crook of haerin's neck. you'd just finished giving a (very bubbly) bath to your new furry companion, and were now cuddling with haerin in your shared room. the kitty laid on top of your girlfriend's stomach, occasionally receiving pets.

"i agree," haerin said, leaning her head against yours. she locked your pinky finger with hers, smiling widely at you.

you yawned. "i hope we can keep it."

"me too."

"meow!"

haerin's eyes met yours, and you both burst into a fit of giggles. you brought the kitten closer to you, setting it in between you and your girlfriend. it curled up into a ball as soon as you put it down.

"let's name it tomorrow after the appointment," haerin mumbled, already drifting off into sleep.

you nodded and kissed her cheek. you were also starting to fall asleep. "yeah, let's."

a/n : hey guys.... LOL

[boothillssugarmomma]

🎤Dιϝϝҽɾҽɳƚ SαႦɾιɳα Cαɾρҽɳƚҽɾ Sσɳɠʂ Aʂ Hσყσ ɱҽɳ🎤

🎀 A/N: I've been SO OBSESSED with Sabrina's new song 'Please Please Please' and omfgg I just love her music all around! So here's some of the boys as a few of her songs

ALSO I KNOW TEYVAT DOESN'T USE PHONES BUT IDC DEAL WITH IT (respectfully)

If I mis categorized anyone lemme know 🙏

𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮 🙏

'𝐻𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀 𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔, 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝑔𝑜'𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇

𝐼 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝑒𝓂𝒷𝒶𝓇𝓇𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒, 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝒸𝓀𝑒𝓇, 𝑜𝒽

𝒫𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒, 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒'

Dating your new boyfriend was such a dream, he's so kind...so precious...BUT...he wasn't exactly a ROLE MODEL or an amazing guy to everyone. But you have a great sense of judgement, and you obviously have great taste...or at least you think so. Dating him was one thing...but telling people? WHOOO boy...when you did end up telling your friends about him...it stirred up quite a lot of drama.

"You sure he's good for you?" Your best friend sighs deeply as she holds your shoulders. Your friends were gathered around you hoping to knock some sense into you.

"I promise...he's sweet and a great guy..." You sigh softly as your best friend stares disapprovingly.

"We're just saying...he's...not exactly...what we thought you'd go for..." Your other friend hesitates as she talks, glancing at your third friend for him to back her up.

The quiet friend grimaces before clearing his throat. "He's...a...interesting guy...(Name)"

Your eyes narrow before you scoff. "You guys just don't know hi-" You cut off as your phone dings.

Your best friend grabs it and rolls her eyes at the message. "Oh get a LOAD of THIS!" She hands the phone to you.

It's your boyfriend...your wonderful...lovely...man who you'd never give up. Even if your friends think you should.

'Hey babe...sorry but I'm running a little late...ran into a little problem. But don't worry... I'll be there. Wouldn't wanna make your friends dislike me more than they already do...'

'Oh and I love you'

'See you soon ❤️'

You sigh at the text, face flushing a bit.

"Don't prove them right..."

-Aventurine, boothill, SAMPO, Gallagher, SUNDAY, Danslief, blade, CHILDE, Wanderer, itto, Lyney, Kaeya, SCARAMOUCHE

🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

ᏋᏕᎮᏒᏋᏕᏕᎧ ☕

'𝒩𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑒'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃' '𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉, 𝑜𝒽...𝐼𝓈 𝒾𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉? 𝐼 𝑔𝓊𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓈𝑜...𝒮𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝑒𝓅, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌

𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝑒, 𝑒𝓈𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓈𝑜'

Waking up in the morning without your boyfriend was hard...but sometimes he just was busy and couldn't stay over that night.

But waking up to his little messages? His love paragraphs or his small thoughts about you?

And even throughout the day, he also sent messages.

Those were the best...

You could say you had him wrapped around your finger to be honest. He could never get enough of you.

'God I wish you were here honey...'

'I miss you already ❤️'

'I want to skip (work, travels, missions, etc) and just come home to you...'

'I can't sleep...'

'I can't stop thinking about you my love...'

'I keep thinking about you every night and all day...'

And finally after his long day, he enters your shared home with an exhausted and fairly pouty look.

"You ok honey?" You hum softly as you get up from the couch where you were sitting.

His eyes meet yours and immediately soften.

"Cmere...couldn't stop missing you!" He whispers with a bit of desperation as he quickly rushes to hug you.

"Feel so much better already...so energetic..." He mumbles as he nuzzles into your neck.

"You're like a little shot of espresso~" He teases softly in your ear before kissing your forehead.

"That's me, your espresso..."

-ARGENTI, dan heng, Gepard, JING YUAN, diluc, CHILDE, XIAO, Neuvillette, aether, chongyun, Zhongli, Bennett, WRIOTHESLEY, THOMA, freminent, Gaming

☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕☕

ƒεαƭɦε૨ 🪶

'𝐼 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓁𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒶 𝒻𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑜𝒻𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓂𝒾𝓃𝒹 (𝒶𝒽), 𝐹𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑒𝓂𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 (𝒶𝒽)'

Dumping him was the BEST idea you've ever had when it came to him. Not having to worry about where he is every night, why he was always so busy, even when you knew he wasn't.

The lies, the coverups, his pathetic excuses.

All

Gone

And you couldn't be happier. You didn't have to pretend he was the best guy in the world, you didn't have to pretend to like whatever he did, didn't have to pretend you were ok with his lies.

It's been over a year now, you're dating one of your best friends, and you knew your life was set!

But your ex wouldn't leave you alone!

He's STILL calling and texting and trying to get back in. He shows up everywhere, your work, your house, your boyfriend's house, your friends houses, trying to get you to take him back.

He just KNEW you were making a mistake, it has to be, he loved you so much...just realized it a bit too late!

"(Name)! We're meant to be together it has to be now stop acting foolish!" He catches up to you one night after work on your walk home.

You scoff softly, ignoring the male as he pants beside you.

"Then tell me why I feel lighter than a damn feather without you on my mind?" You hum, a bitter tone in your voice.

His eyes show a flash of hurt before he huffs. "Because you just don't understand how you feel!"

You roll your eyes, continuing to walk, trying to get away from him.

"Baby I want you back, please!" He whimpers a bit.

"I've told you multiple times, we're done!" Your patience is running thin, and this it not how you wanted to spend the evening.

"But I miss you!" He tries to reach for your hand.

"No duh, you should've thought about that!" You growl.

"But honey think about us...all the memories...how much we cared about each other?" He pleads.

You stop walking before turning to him.

"Thinking about our memories would be a waste of time..."

-VENTI, Kaeya, Boothill, Aventurine, gallagher, Kaveh, ITTO, xingqiu, dr ratio, Ayato, albedo, CHILDE

🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶🪶

[stevie-petey]

what about a fun silly little mindless blurb w steve robin and bug at scoops before ch 1? like what was the first time bug stopped in to visit steve like ? did robin instantly take to her ? i need to see my precious babies bond

we technically already see bugs first time meeting robin in chapter 9 of season 2, buuuuut i love em and will extend the scene a bit <3

enjoy !

"slow down! youre running so fast and i just biked here!" you try your best to keep with robin as she drags you through the newly built mall.

"keep up, slowpoke!" robin only tugs at your hand and all you can do is follow.

youve known the girl for all of five minutes and already shes become your new favorite person.

robin drags you to an area close to the entrance where theres a fancy fountain. seemingly content with where shes dragged you to, she finally drops your hand and sits against the fountains ledge. scrunching her face, she looks disapprovingly at the statue. "how come hawkins had enough money for this crap but not for new uniforms for the band kids?"

"youre in band?" you ask the girl as you sit next to her.

"yup," robin nods at you, curious to see what your reaction will be. shes heard a lot about you, everyone in hawkins has. youre the towns sweetheart, and robin knows at least three people in her band group that you helped one way or another throughout the years.

you gasp. "dude, i wouldve done band, but jonathan wanted to do choir instead."

"why didnt you just do what you wanted?" robin asks you, though she knows the answer already.

"band wouldnt have been fun without him, and i do like to sing." you shrug, not really regretful over the decision.

robin stares at you, a slight frown on her face. she seems to almost study you. "youre fascinating, you know that?"

"what do you mean?" you wrap your arms around yourself, suddenly feeling very small.

seeing this, robin is quick to correct herself. shes always been horrible talking to other people; shes the worst at making new friends, and she really, really wants to be your friend. "no! i didnt, uh, mean it in a bad way! i just-well, i mean. shit."

robins panic only makes you forget your anxiety and you nudge your shoulder against hers. "hey, breathe. im not going to like, dunk you into the fountain water."

"thank god," robin exhales, relieved that you dont seem too angry with her. taking a deep breath, she tries again to explain herself. "what i meant was: you took choir for jonathan byers, and yet youre here now with steve harrington. the douchebag."

you frown at robins words. you forget sometimes that so few people see steve how you do. hes far from the boy he used to be, but you know that sometimes its harder to heal wounds from cruel words said during your youth. "i know you dont believe me, but steve isnt so bad."

"hes a dick."

"he used to be, but now he isnt."

robin huffs. "and im just expected to believe you?"

"no," you shrug. "while i understand that steve has changed since you last saw him, i also understand that this change isnt mine to force you to accept."

your words leave robin speechless. its almost annoying how rational youre being about this. how you can balance both steves feelings and hers without making either of them feel lesser for it.

youre a goddamn saint and robin truly has no idea how jonathan or steve have managed to snag you for themselves.

its unfair.

"i..." robin tries to think of something to retaliate with, but she cant. youre right and she hates it. "thats a very frustratingly mature way to look at things."

you shrug again. "it sucks being so mature, i'll admit."

then steve runs up to the two of you and hes panting with exhaustion. "christ," he wheezes out, clutching at his knees as he bends down to try an catch his breath. "you two are fast."

"youre an athlete, harrington." you tug at steves hair and cause him to topple onto the ground, which robin cant help but giggle at. "keep up."

"why do i always end up on the ground when youre around?" steve doesnt even bother to get up.

"because im clearly bigger and stronger than you."

robin pokes your cheek, mollified by your conversation from earlier and by the fact that you just knocked steve harrington to the ground for fun. "dont forget more mature, y/n."

"oh, so much more mature." you agree, smiling at her.

steve sighs from the ground. "this is gonna be a long summer."

"get used to it, dingus," robin nudges the boy with her sneaker and he flinches away, displeased, but this only makes you and robin giggle even more together.

[shxtodxroki]

𝙻𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙻𝚎𝚐𝚘 𝚂𝚎𝚝𝚜

Warnings: Swearing

Send me the name of your favorite character and I’ll write a drabble for them! :)

“Keigo, what the fuck are you doing?” Your harsh tone startled your boyfriend, jumping up in surprise at your sudden appearance in the living room entryway as a bashful smile immediately made its way across his face. He immediately raised his hands in mock surrender, knowing better than to push you past your mental limit at this late hour.

“Sorry babe, I was trying not to wake you up but I just had to get out here and build this Lego set.” He responded sheepishly, your expression only growing more unamused as you glanced pointedly at the clock, both of you staring at the bright red “2:33 AM” reflecting across its screen. Your boyfriend only shrugged in response to your hint, however, eyes immediately diverting back to the Lego set he had just begun building. “How was I supposed to wait, they made a Lego version of my agency! Look, there’s even a mini Hawks Lego figure!” He added smugly, holding up his miniature Lego self to show off to you.

“You asshole, we were supposed to build that together!” You shrieked, eyes now wide to show that you were more than awake thanks to your oh-so-wonderful boyfriend’s late night antics. “You suck so much Keigo, waking me up at 2AM only to find out you started the Lego set without me, I can’t believe you!” You shook your head disapprovingly to up the dramatics, wanting Keigo to know how much of a massive betrayal this was to you.

“I’m sorry babe, it was just so cool! How was I supposed to wait to build my own agency out of Legos when it's just sitting here in our living room?” He asks as if the answer to his question was obvious, grinning despite his attempts to be serious and dramatic along with you. “You could always join me now, you know. I only just started, so we could still build it together.”

You took another glance at the clock at his words, knowing that you really should be getting back to sleep, but also knowing that you didn’t really care.

You still had to pretend that you did, though, so with a huff of fake disappointment and an exaggerated roll of your eyes, you muttered a, “Fine, if you insist on doing this now, then I guess I’ll join you.” as you sat down right beside him.

The way your body instantly leaned into Keigo’s warmth gave away what you both already knew, though; you were never truly mad, you were more than happy to spend this time with him, even if it meant waking up far too early in order to do so. And as your hand made it’s way to his, fingers locked tightly together as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles in silent apology for the early wake-up, you both knew that you’d never want to be anywhere else but here in this moment, placing a Lego figure of your infuriatingly adorable boyfriend onto the base and grinning at the real life Keigo right beside you. 

Request - Anonymous said: said: ohhhh for the ask game, my favourite it's keigo if you write something cute for him i'll love u foreverrr 😭💞

A/N: I thought this was a really cute idea hehe, idk why but I've had Lego sets on my mind recently and have been wanting to build that, so I decided to write this to sort of quell that urge lol. My requests are still open right now, so if you have a request of your own please feel free to send it in! :)

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[emira-addams]

Dude I asbsplutely loved ur velvette and Odette fic??? And I was wondering you take requests? I was hoping i could request some emilute!! (Emily x Lute) us emilute shippers are starving

Hazbin Hotel - Emily x Lute - Drag Me to Hell

"No!" Emily almost shouted at her sister, while tears gathered in her eyes and blurred her vision. Again and again she wiped her eyes with her sleeve. "You can't just kick her out of Heaven. She has nowhere to go, they'd rip her apart in Hell!"

Sera crossed her arms sternly in front of her chest "I'm so sick of Lute's permanent misbehavior!" she scolded. "She's always causing problems. She doesn't go to her appointments with her doctors and her sessions with her therapists. She refuses to take her medication. She bothers the other residents of Heaven, she scares them. She can't control her emotions and she's not seriously trying to get better." Sera sighed sorrowfully. "Emily, I have to think about the greater good for all the residents of Heaven, I'm responsible for all of you and I can't allow Lute's misbehavior any longer..."

"Sera, please... Don't give up on Lute so soon..." Emily pleaded, her voice full of despair. She looked intently at her sister, her vision blurred with tears. "Please, Sera, don't kick Lute out of Heaven... I promise you, I'll make sure Lute does everything you want... I promise, I'll take all responsibility for her!"

Sera's cold gaze started to warm slightly. Somehow she was proud of Emily, her little sister really wouldn't give up on any soul so easily. "All right," she agreed to Emily's suggestion. "But you're completely responsible for Lute and if she misbehaves again, I'll kick her out of Heaven for good..."

"Thank you!" Emily squealed and threw her arms around her sister's neck, hugging her tightly while beaming with joy.

"Good evening, Lute!"

Emily found Lute on the edge of Heaven, sitting silently on the ledge and staring down into Hell. Her shoulders sagged and her legs dangled in the void. Once again, Lute hadn't shown up for one of her appointments.

Too lost in her thoughts, Lute winced, startled. She looked up, confusion reflected in her glassy eyes as she looked Emily up and down. "Hey, Emily..." she greeted the youngest Seraphim hoarsely. Her voice rasped with dust, so rarely had Lute used it recently. "Can I help you?" she asked politely. She contorted her face into a grimace and made an effort to smile for Emily.

"No," Emily replied bluntly, joining Lute on the edge instead.

"Why are you here?" Lute wanted to know quietly, her voice wavering and the hand in her lap trembling. She was looking bad. Black circles under her eyes formed a stark contrast to her sallow skin, she was terribly pale and her body trembled. Golden blood stained the bandage around the stump of her left arm; it had probably not been changed for days.

Emily sighed sadly. "I'm here to help you..." She put her hand on Lute's remaining one to stop her trembling. "We all want to help you, the doctors and the therapists... So tell me, why are you skipping your appointments?"

"I don't know?" Lute shrugged her shoulders, slowly lowering her heavy head to rest on Emily's shoulder. She enjoyed her warmth, while the sun disappeared behind the horizon, the black of the night bleeding into the golden glow. Bright stars shone above them. "Every time they sit in front of me and look at me so disapprovingly with their stern gazes, analyzing my symptoms superficially and claiming so confidently that they know what will help me. As soon as my hour is over, they shoo me out the door with empty words of encouragement and a plastic bag of medication to numb me..." Lute tilted her head back, looking longingly up at the stars. "You know, Emily, if I take these pills, my whole world will go numb. If I don't take the pills, then I feel the faux pain in my missing arm, and if I still can feel the pain in my arm, then my arm is still attached to my body, right?" Lute laughed bitterly, glistening tears streaming down her cheeks and dripping onto Emily's hand. "Then it never really happened, I am still an exorcist and he's still with me. If I don't take the pills, I'll still hear his voice and I'll still see him standing in front of me. I don't want to take these pills, please, because if I do, I'll really lose him..." Lute looked to the ground. "With these pills it's too true to be good..."

"Oh, Lute..." Gently, Emily squeezed her hand. Emily never saw Lute cry before and she couldn’t do much against her tears, so she intertwined their fingers while her other hand gently turned Lute's chin towards her, coaxing her to look at her. "I'm sorry, but you can't just suppress reality for ever..." Emily leaned her forehead against Lute's as fine fingertips ran tenderly over her cheekbones, wiping away the stray tears again and again.

"I can try..." Lute whispered, while she lost herself in her eyes.

"You can’t just give in to your inner demons so easily." Emily shook her head. She saw the pain in her eyes. She heard the pain in her voice. "I won't let you to, Lute, I promise..."

I have never written Emily and Lute, but I hope, you like it! It was fun, maybe I will continue this idea?

[wishluc]

HSR made my crush on Himeko worse. Based off a dream I had

Himeko's gentle smile falters. "Go?" Her thumb caresses the back of your hand, "Where to, my darling?"

Your breath hitches; there's something delightful about the way she looks at you, so filled with love—at least, you think it's love. Though these days, her affectionate gaze is accompanied by a dark glint of something you can't quite put your finger on. A tingling sensation erupts wherever her delicate touch strays, and your heart pounds when she whispers the syllables of your name like it is her most treasured secret.

"To Jarilo-VI," you reply, managing to shake yourself out of the trance, "with the others." Her lips curl disapprovingly, and her grasp tightens momentarily, "And why do you want to go?" Her question stills you. Why? Though the words sound as lovely as anything else she says, they're laced with something dangerous, and it feels more like her demanding your answer rather than asking you. "I'm with the Nameless too," you say, "I should be going with them." Himeko's lips quirk up, but instead of filling you with warmth, her beautiful smile sends chills down your spine. Before saying anything, she gestures over to the table she had set up for the two of you, and you sit down in the empty seat. Himeko makes her way to the other, and you can't help but be envious of her. Her every step is purposeful and confident. It's no wonder everyone is so enamoured with her.

But you're the one she smiles at like this, so you should feel lucky, right?

"Coffee?" She doesn't wait for your reply before serving you hot coffee in a dainty cup—from her personal collection, you note—not a ripple breaking the still surface of the dark, aromatic liquid. It'll be too bitter for your tastes, as always, but your complaints will be brushed off with a soft laugh. At the very least, you are now able to finish your cup and stomach the flavor thanks to Himeko's relentless generosity.

"I think three is a good number," You can make out a hint of something unfamiliar in her voice, though she doesn't look bothered at all, nonchalantly pouring herself a cup, "you should relax, and not worry for them. They can take care of themselves."

"I can take care of myself, too."

She puts the pot aside to look at you, "i know."

"And Himeko," your own smile feels weak now, "I've been cooped up in here for ages."

A perfectly poised eyebrow raises, "surely my company isn't that unbearable?"

"No—" Your protest is cut short when you notice how Himeko's eyes twinkle with mirth, as the tension from before almost dissipates, but you can't bring yourself to give up yet, "you know that's not what I meant."

"I know, darling. You seemed a little tense."

You stare into the cup, seeing your own hazy reflection staring back at you, "But you will consider, won't you? About going to Jarilo-VI?"

"Since you're so insistent," she sighs, "I'll arrange something for the the both of us soon. What do you say?" "...Not in Jarilo-VI?" She blinks at you, before chuckling softly, "dear, no. Somewhere else," She tilts her head to the side, as though in silent contemplation, "I don't have anything particular in mind, but I'm sure something will come along."

"So, I'll have to sit this one out?" The bitterness in your voice comes second only to the coffee Himeko drinks, but she doesn't look perturbed at the slightest. "We," she corrects you gently, "will be staying together on the Express."

Himeko reaches over the table to grab your hand before moving it towards her lips, softly kissing it. She looks up at you from underneath her eyelashes, as though gauging your expression.

"You won't be missing out on any fun just because you're staying on board, you know. I'll make sure our time together is just as...exciting."

You take another sip of coffee, ignoring her coy smile.

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[landoom]

F1 Fanfics rec list : cat!drivers

That's when something wild calls you home (5217 words) by TheWiseOne12 Relationships: Lewis Hamilton/Lando Norris/Sebastian Vettel, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel Summary: Seb was in the middle of working at his desk when he heard a slamming noise. At first, he thought that it was his husband coming home but he quickly realised that the noise hadn’t been loud enough to be the door. For a split second, he thought about ignoring but then he worried that something had fallen off a shelf so he got up from his desk chair and headed out of his office and into the lounge. And he was very surprised to see a tabby cat sitting in the living room, in front of the apartment door on the entry mat. Because he and Lewis didn’t own a cat.

Atticus Caticus (4875 words) by finalframe Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Sebastian Vettel Summary: As Sebastian Vettel awoke one morning from a dreamless sleep, he found himself transformed in his bed into a cat. (Or, how Sebastian learned how to hold his tongue around circuit cats: the hard way.)

5+1 cat fic (5612 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary: 5 times the fans just thought Dan loved his cat alot and one time they realised it was Max all along (or max can shapeshift and just wants cuddles)

That’s the catitude! (6436 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc Summary: 5+1 ish of how the drivers found out that Max could shapeshift into the cutest cat for snuggles reasons. this is a prequel that should be read second for it to make sense which is weird but oh well.

No kitten- I’m smitten (2643 words) by Sporthb1 Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen Summary: After Max's cat form becomes public knowledge he quickly realises that he can use it to cuase chaos. 5+1 of Max and co (mostly Dan actually) using cat form to mess with the press

The Adventures of Lando Meowrris and Clawlos Sainz (2215 words) by hibivrooms Relationships: Lando Norris/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: It is a beautiful day in Lucerne, Switzerland, and Carlos Sainz can't find his husband anywhere.

purring in my lap ('cause he loves me) (5071 words) by nyoomfruits Characters: Lando Norris, Oscar Piastri Summary: The cat thing ends up getting sort of explained in Bahrain, when Lando walks into his driver room and finds a small orange cat sitting on his couch. Oscar’s cat, presumably. And he kind of looks like Oscar, too. Slender, lean, and with a slightly grumpy, unimpressed expression on his face. It makes Lando laugh a little. Like owner, like pet, clearly. “Should I just call you Oscat, then,” Lando jokes, giving the cat a little head scratch. The cat, Oscat, stops rubbing at Lando’s hand and just stares at him instead. Lando would almost say he was looking at him disapprovingly, but it is a cat, so he’s probably just imagining things.

So hold my hand, I'll walk with you my dear (7281 words) by TheWiseOne12 Relationships: Max Fewtrell/Lando Norris Summary:

But, on the other hand, there were some shapeshifters that you found out about their animal form and it just clicked perfectly. And that was Lando for Max.

[5 times Lando caused chaos in cat form and 1 time he caused chaos in human form]

The cat in the big red ferrari (1164 words) by Mymanisagayman Relationships: Charles Leclerc/Carlos Sainz Jr Summary: A story where Carlos tries his best hiding his little secret, which appears to be harder than ever at some moments. (Australia 2023 but i didnt include the Ferrari quali drama for various reasons. Didnt want it to be angst)

you've got to be kitten me (9182 words) by Quagswagging Relationships: Daniel Ricciardo/Max Verstappen, Pierre Gasly & Max Verstappen, Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Mick Schumacher & Max Verstappen, Lewis Hamilton/Sebastian Vettel, Pierre Gasly/Charles Leclerc, Michael Italiano & Daniel Ricciardo Summary: Max uses his cat form to get the affection he doesn't dare to ask for when he's in human form. Along the way, he not only gets cuddled a lot, but he also gets a lot closer to Daniel, who has taken a liking to the stray cat he calls Captain McCloud.

[p-r-art]

Can you resist me? Part 2

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

Warnings: Smut

Form: Twoshot Part 1

His teeth bite into the waistband of my thong and pull it down. Now my lower area was free for him. Sukuna spreads my legs and starts to go between my lips with his lower right hand and finds my spot which makes me moan loudly.

"Sukunahhh~"

I scream with pleasure and grind my hips into his fingers to fill me with even more pleasure.

"Yes moan for me little girl."

His other hand begins to make its way to my entrance.

"You're already so wet, little one. But I want you to come before me."

He presses his fingers into me.

"Oh my-"

I choke on my moans as the stimuli flood me. His fingers keep pumping into me. Sounds of my wetness fill the room. It's so sinful but it feels too good. And I need more.

"Sukuna please."

I start begging. Tears of pleasure form in my eyes. The King of Curses tears my bra, leaving my breasts exposed. His other hands immediately grasp her and knead her aggressively. He leans over my chest and slowly lowers his lips to my right nipple. Sukuna's tongue swirls around my nipple, tugging lightly. I can't stop moaning. His fingers that are inside me find my G-spot and keep hitting that spot.

"Sukuna I'm going to cum. Ah~"

I say it to him between my moans. "Then come baby~ Cum around my fingers."

He whispers it in my ear after he stops sucking on my breast.

He pumps his fingers further and further into me. I feel myself clenching his fingers as my orgasm continues to build.

"Sukuna!"

I scream loudly as I let go.

But he doesn't stop moving his fingers inside me and lets me sink more and more into pleasure.

"You little brat. You made a mess, look at this. You're leaking."

He pulls his fingers out of me and shows me my release on his fingers. I put my hand in front of my face because it's embarrassing to see.

And then he does something I didn't expect, he licks it.

"Fuck baby you taste so good."

His moans make my pussy spasm again, but unfortunately for nothing, he makes me so addicted.

"Please Sukuna. I want more from you."

I beg him again.

After he pulls his fingers out of his mouth he just grins at me again.

"You want more? I'll give you everything baby. All you'll want after this is me."

Sukuna's voice becomes deep, almost predatory.

He gets rid of his things. Now I have a close look at his body. The body resembles a god, plus the tattoos that stretch across his body. Sukuna is a dream of a man. My eyes go further down.

"Shit Sukuna that won't fit."

I just say, unable to close my mouth as I stare at his hard cock. He's big and already dripping with precum.

"Oh it will."

He comes close to me again and sits down between my open legs. With one hand he moves his cock near my entrance.

"Sukuna I- Ah~!"

I scream loudly.

Without further ado, he thrusts. He doesn't even wait but starts pounding into me hard and immensely.

My breasts bounce up and down with the movements.

"You're so tight baby. I could be in this pussy forever."

His voice reaches my ears but not his words. I try to focus on the blissful feeling he gives me. "Fuck (Y/N). I'm going to make you so full."

Sukuna comes close to my face again. I wrap my arms around his neck to bring him even closer to me. And again I notice how my second orgasm is building.

"Sukuna I-"

"Yes, come for me."

He replies.

His cock twitches inside me. Sukuna won't last much longer either. I bring his lips to mine to pull him into a passionate kiss. Afterwards I just notice how his sperm fills me and I come too.

We both pull back and gasp. I keep my eyes closed for a moment to even understand what just happened. The pink-haired man sits up and looks at the spot that connects us.

"You're going to warm my cock from now on, brat."

His old self resurfaced and treated me as disparagingly as before. I look at him disapprovingly and almost screw up my face in disgust. Without waiting for anything else to come from him, I start to move so I can get away from him.

"I'm kidding brat. You're mine. From now on no one else will ever touch or even look at her again."

Sukuna's soft, deep giggle filled the room.

"Are you asking me to be his girlfriend?"

I raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"It's you from now on. Even if you were before. And you won't contradict me."

I laugh at his confession and can't believe I was actually trying to resist this man.

"Okay then, I guess I'm your girlfriend now."

[zhongrin]

hehehe ikr?? like,,smirks are just so attractive especially when you can see their lil fangies fjsknfs i love it when they have lil fangies (looking at cyno specifically coughs)

same here! but i do consider you someone i can look up to anyway ^u^ /gen /pos (also i think dad can be considered as a good mentor! kind of like to xiao >:3)

believe me i have more up my sleeve like flavored dirt- /hj

HHEHEHEHE I CAN SEE ALL THREE OF THEM DOING THST THEYRE SO SKRUNKLY, now imagine the three of them together just like pining for attention while you're trying to work mom hehe :> (nyabedo likes making biscuits in my lap ehhe)

i see u mom /aff. i see u with that camera-

but hey im just as guilty dont mind me /lh

the lil fangies are the cutest yes........ yk who else has fangies when they smirk? zhongli in his half dragon form..... *swoons*

your dad is certainly a good adult and role model. but deeeefinitely not me ^^;; while i admit i've got some parts of my life put together, i possess no qualities that would make me a good mothering mother like xianyun or a good fathering mother like arle sdlkfjskldjf

(oh, he's worn his soundproof headphones. oh. well. at least he's not sulking anymore-)

cat!li's way of seeking attention is by respectfully getting constantly into my line of vision. i'm staring at my laptop? he's silently sitting beside the screen, tail swishing. drinking coffee? he sits and glares disapprovingly beside my coffee mug. adorable. kitty!tham is a lot more direct. he'll sit on my lap. he knows i'll pamper him as soon as he rests there. meow!rio amplifies his siberian husky software and meows loudly until i pay attention to him. will scratch my bedroom door if i try to keep him out. literal menace ough.

wwwhat camera? this isn't a camera hahaa hahah ha hah it's just a video recorder ahahahah hah /smacked (i have a spare one do you want it)

[roxannepolice]

for the ship thing, threegado?

Thank you so much for the OGs!

Who’s the cuddler? The Master, though he'll never just go ahead and cuddle. Rather, he'll sit and stare at the Doctor unmovingly like a cat until he begrudgingly allows himself to be cuddled and if Three doesn't get the hint fast enough it's off with his porcelain

Who makes the bed? UNIT janitors, obviously. They all got a 50% raise and additional three weeks of paid welfare leave since the Master moved in

Who wakes up first? The Master is always awakened by the UNIT hq being alive with the sounds of Bessie

Who has the weird taste in music? "Weird" is relative, but I think Three started latching onto the golden age of British rock pretty quickly while the Master still enjoys music from other planets (and pretends he can't see the Doctor stealing his alien records to play them to David Bowie)

Who is more protective? The Doctor is more comfortable about being actively protective of the Master on daily basis (think the time the Master's car crashed), while the Master needs more life-or-death-or-permanentbrainfrying situations to let his protectiveness show

Who sings in the shower? I'll just leave this here and let evidence speak for itself

Who cries during movies? They both elegantly dab at their eyes and softly sniff when Rick and Lisa say goodbye

Who spends the most while out shopping? The Doctor, who can't get enough frills and velvets this time around. This Master regenerated during a screening of Diamonds are forever (his earlier self forgot about the poisoned popcorn), saw Blofeld and knew exactly what he's going to be like this time, with special selections of scotch and cuban cigars being regularly delivered to his door. Unless they are shopping with Jo. In which case the Doctor just wants her to get whatever she likes best while the Master makes her try every size and colour, present herself in both artificial and natural light and walk around at various speeds, all the while humming disapprovingly and making remarks about the cheap mass fashion with its low quality fabrics and standardized sizes, aqnd if only they had a functional TARDIS they could go and discuss with the charming miss Chanel and Jo just needed some socks

Who kisses more roughly? They're both very old fashioned and restrained about displays of affection, but Three sometimes lets himself get lost in all the beard scratching at his neck and makes things rougher (Brigadier needs eye bleach then)

Who is more dominant? I kind of think these regenerations aren't so much into power plays as their post hiatus juniors. The Doctor isn't interested at all and the Master is still less in "dominate the Doctor" than in "dominate with the Doctor (and make things the way they want them to be)" mindset. That said, it is in this period that they discover the wonderful human invention of bdsm and roleplaying, when it is the Master who does the binding and and the sadoing. The Doctor never agreed to roleplay as any of his companions, though

My rating of the ship from 1-10. The very married couple is a proper 9,5

[nirawrite-holab-if]

Can we get prompts of Astas siblings with MC and Irusya with MC ?

Wow..this is going to be big...

Asta's siblings and the MC

"It seems like you can't escape the most boring social events of the season either, don't you?" Hartwin flashed a crooked smile at the MC who was approaching him and his siblings.

"I can play late into the night if I come and behave, Uncle Hartwin," the MC said in a confidential tone, looking around.

"Ha! Are they throwing this one at you too?" Rigan laughed loudly ignoring the stares he received, he patted the MC's head. "Say the word and I'll get you out of here"

"Don't be silly, Rigan" Silvina intruded pulling the MC into the middle of the circle they formed. "The MC has to attend this type of event to stand out among the other realms and already start making alliances"

"They're seven, sister" Rigan reminded her, mocking, as he pulled the MC to his side. "Their only Duty is to run around and steal sweets"

"Steal sweets for their queen-aunt" Mairenn approached the conversation keeping her hand on her already visible belly "You'll do that won't you? Go get some sweets for your future cousin"

"You can't ask them that!" Objected Silvina "They have to make alliances not be your servant"

"That's an alliance" Mairenn smiled at the MC "I will make your cousin, the future monarch, swear allegiance to you, MC. Now, help your aunt

"You all are unbelievable!" Asta interrupted looking disapprovingly at her siblings as she reached over to take the MC's hand. "You are all nobles of the court! Hartwin, Mairenn, you sit on the throne of the neighboring kingdoms, have more decorum!"

"I'm just the king consort, Queen Asta. I don't need to have so much decorum" Hartwin winked at the MC. "And Mairenn was never very diplomatic"

"Excuse me?"

"I hope you're not behaving like troll puppies in front of our most important allies" Aedh's voice echoed through his children who fell silent immediately, across the room, Aedh stared at them without blinking.

"You're in trouble," the MC laughed looking at their family. They had also heard Aedh's voice "More than I do"

Irusya and the MC

"Why did it take so long for you to notify me of their birth?" Irusya approached her son ignoring the guards and servants who watched her tensely. She used the language of vampires. "You're not planning on keeping me out, are you?"

Carmello ignored his mother's accusatory tone and held the MC more firmly in his arms.

"It's been hectic times we've had here, Mother," he replied neutrally, "Taking care of a kingdom and also taking care of a baby and keeping my enemies away have occupied me quite a bit"

"And still miss the chance to annihilate the elves once and for all," Irusya added without getting carried away by her son's words. "Let's cut this conversation that isn't going anywhere, let me hold them."

Carmello had a moment of almost imperceptible hesitation before handing the MC over to Irusya.

She looked directly into the MC's eyes, noting every detail of their face and bright eyes.

She smiled with satisfaction and pride, one of her hands caressing the MC's face gently.

"I have so many expectations for you" she said only to the baby but Carmello's sigh was enough for her to know he had heard it too. "You're going to be the best of us. I'll make sure of that"

The MC smiled, still toothless, and she felt a small spark ignite in her heart again.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Daughter of Olympus (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: Halloween is coming how are we feeling? -Danny Words: 2,598 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter / Next Chapter Listen to: 'Take Care Of Yourself' -by Maisie Peters

XV. No I Don't Make Sense, Stop Asking

Lily knows it's crazy to blame my brother, and she agrees that trying to kill me was definitely not right, Nico isn't entirely innocent. 

However, she considers Percy isn't good enough if he can't keep a younger girl from dying, which of course I argue against, but she ignores it. She drops her crush on my brother and decides to focus on my training. 

"You won't fail," she says as she plans out our new schedule. "If Nico's set his mind on avenging Bianca, you can't stay as weak as you are now."

"Thanks," I scoff.

"He's a big three kid, you're not even the daughter of a war god," Lily raises a brow. "Ask Percy to train you during your free time in New York, visit as often as you can—"

"We don't even know where Nico is or what he plans to do!"

"If he comes for you," Lily presses. "I can't help you. Hades is my patron, I can't fight his son! I need you to be an excellent warrior. Please, can you do it for me?"

No one has ever worried for my well-being like this, except Percy. After Nico's vague threat, he gets a little paranoid and thinks Nico will hunt me down when no one's looking. 

I think everyone's overreacting. Nico and I are friends!

"Oh, no way," Leo exclaims as he enters the hunter's tent. "We've been sitting in a cave and you get the luxury tent? Somebody give me hypothermia. I want hot chocolate and a parka!"

Phoebe sneers at Leo. "Boys." 

"Easy, Pheebs," Ara walks in grinning. "I answer for these boys, they don't bite."

"General Jackson," Phoebe glances at Ara's bandaged hand. "It's good to see you're out in the field again."

"Feels good to be back."

"They'll need extra coats," Thalia lists as she enters. "And I think we can spare some chocolate."

While the boys change and drink, Ara makes sure her scratches, bruises, and burns are nothing to worry about. "Did you fight with your bare hands this whole time?" Thalia teases her. "It's lucky Artemis blessed you! What's with all the wounds?"

"Let's see..." Ara counts with her fingers. "We fought cyclops, sorceresses, a werewolf, the nemean lion..."

"But we killed that one!"

"They're coming back," she replies gravely. "And faster than before, too. I don't know what's happening, things don't stay dead now."

Thalia's alarmed by the news, but she tries to play it cool. "But you handled it like a champ, huh?" She points at the pelt next to Piper. "You did that?"

Ara makes a face. "I wasn't going to. I tamed him but then Medea—"

"Tamed it?" Phoebe raises a brow. "You tamed the Nemean lion?"

The girl shrugs. "I wanted to give it a try and it worked."

Thalia laughs and turns to Jason. "You can trust Ara to go above and beyond to keep anyone safe. I mean, look at her, should be enough proof, huh?"

"We can't thank her enough," Jason nods with lots of gratitude. "She's already brought me back from the dead once."

"In that case, I should thank her too," Thalia pats her shoulder roughly. "We're all pleasantly surprised to see how far you've come, Birdy."

Ara stares down at her feet, she's thinking of Michael again.

"We need to strengthen your... Everything. You're so small, Ara," Mike says disapprovingly. "Try to eat more, get those gummies that are vitamins—and Calcium, if your bones start to fracture and we don't realize until it's too late—"

"Can you teach me how to do that?" I interrupt him.

Michael looks up. "What?"

"Healing," I clarify. "So I don't have to come here every time I hurt myself."

"First of all, if you're hurt please come to me. You're no Apollo," he frowns. "Second... I guess I should... just in case..."

I squirm eagerly on my seat. That's one more lesson added to my training. "I'll be so such a good quester, carrying all sorts of stuff in the teddy bag Percy got me."

My friend snorts. "Sounds good, tiny."

"Don't call me that," I frown. "We're the same height."

"I'm a year older, so I have every right to—" 

I throw the unused bandages at his face, and he laughs.

"You guys are really good at this wilderness survival thing. I feel like I could run ten miles," Piper smiles.

"She's tough for a child of Aphrodite. I like this one," Thalia grins.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ara scowls. "I'm her sister!" She blushes. "I mean..."

Thalia laughs. "You got great instructors and lots of practice, so it's not that surprising you turned out great. Sorry, Birdy."

Then why is everyone at camp acting as if I'm going to fail?

"Hey, I could run ten miles too," Leo blurts out. Ara's not sure who he's trying to impress right now. "Tough Hephaestus kid here. Let's hit it."

Ara picks up her pelt, stares at it pensively, and then hands it to Thalia. "For Artemis. She answered my prayers. It was really good to see a friendly face."

Thalia grabs the pelt. "I know it's no use to ask but... Are you sure?"

"I don't want to be reminded of my failures, and I'm sure you'll find a good use for it..."

"You slay the Nemean lion and call it a failure. You've always been a weirdo," Thalia hands the pelt to Phoebe. "Thank you, it's a very special offering."

"For a special group of people," Ara wishes they didn't have to part ways, being around Thalia almost feels like having Percy back. But that's the key word, "almost" isn't enough.

When they leave the tent, Ara has no problem keeping up with the hunters, but the rest of her group does. 

"Come on, Valdez! Pick up the pace!" Hedge urges the boy. "Let's chant. I've got a girl in Kalamazoo—"

"Let's not," Thalia snaps.

Ara nudges the girl's shoulder and nods in Jason's direction. "You took the news well, I thought you'd make the sky go boom..."

"Part of me always knew he was somewhere out there..." Thalia sighs. "Even if I convinced myself that I would never see him again, it felt as if I'd been looking all this time..."

Ara thinks she understands the feeling. In the back of her mind, she's constantly trying to figure out a way to get to Percy.

"I just wish, you know... that I had searched for him harder..."

"I mean, not even he knows where he's been this whole time," Ara shrugs. "I don't think he resents you."

"Which reminds me..." Thalia raises a brow. "You got all weird when we started talking about the Romans..."

Ara opens her mouth to reply, but then Thalia stops and Leo crashes against her. Thalia has to steady him but she's looking forward, and when Leo follows her eyes he yelps. "That... is a really large rock."

"Is that..." Ara squints. "A bridge?"

"We're not seriously crossing that," Leo looks at her in alarm.

"I'm not a big fan of heights, I'll admit," Thalia makes a face. "But if you want to get to Aeolus's fortress, this is the only way."

"Is the fortress always hanging there?" Piper asks. "How can people not notice it sitting on top of Pikes Peak?"

"The Mist," Ara and Thalia reply.

"Still, mortals do notice it indirectly," Thalia continues. "Some days, Pikes Peak looks purple. People say it's a trick of the light, but actually it's the color of Aeolus's palace, reflecting off the mountain face."

"It's enormous," Jason says in awe.

"You should see Olympus, little brother."

"You're serious? You've been there too?"

"Always uninvited," Ara muses.

"We should go across in two different groups," Thalia suggests. "The bridge is fragile."

"That's reassuring. Jason, can't you just fly us up there?" Leo asks.

Thalia laughs, but when she notices no one else is, she stops smiling. "Wait... Jason, you can fly?"

"Well, sort of. More like I can control the winds. But the winds up here are so strong, I'm not sure I'd want to try. Thalia, you mean... you can't fly?"

She grimaces. "Truthfully, I've never tried. Might be better if we stuck to the bridge."

"I love bridges," Ara says sarcastically. "Definitely never had a bridge break when I most needed it. Never."

Thalia gives her a look that clearly means. "You're not helping."

"Easy!" Hedge dives right in. "I'll go first. Piper, come on, girl. I'll give you a hand."

"No, that's okay—" 

The satyr doesn't let her finish the sentence before dragging her up the steps. Everyone stands there keeping an eye on the two until they're halfway up. 

"Phoebe, I'll be back soon. Go find the others. Tell them I'm on my way," Thalia orders. 

"You sure?" Phoebe glances at the boys like they're criminals. She's not so far away from the truth, but Ara doesn't think now's the time to mention it. 

"It's fine."

Phoebe looks at Ara and salutes her. "General. Hopefully, we'll see each other again."

Ara nods. "Look after yourself, Pheebs."

"Jason, Leo, just be careful where you step," Thalia warns the boys as they start moving. "It hardly ever breaks."

They move in silence until Leo blurts out a question. 

"Why do they have a bridge?"

Ara looks over at the boy. Behind him, Thalia holds onto the railing tightly. "Leo, this isn't a good place to stop. What do you mean?"

"They're wind spirits. Can't they fly?"

"Yes, but sometimes they need a way to connect to the world below."

"So the bridge isn't always here?"

"The wind spirits don't like to anchor to the earth, but sometimes it's necessary. Like now. They know you're coming."

"Leo?" Jason glances up at his hair in alarm. "What are you thinking?"

"Oh, gods," Thalia gasps. "Keep moving. Look at your feet."

Leo's head is on fire. His feet are melting the steps.

"Leo, stop it—You're going to melt it," Jason insists worryingly.

"I'll try," his voice comes out as if he's not processing what's happening. "Listen, Jason, what did Hera call you in that dream? She called you a bridge."

"Leo, seriously, cool down. I don't what you're talking about, but the bridge is—"

"Just listen," he interrupts the hunter. "If Jason is a bridge, what's he connecting? Maybe two different places that normally don't get along—like the air palace and the ground. You had to be somewhere before this, right? And Hera said you were an exchange."

"An exchange," Thalia's eyes go back to Ara, who's frozen on the spot. "Oh, gods."

"What are you two talking about?" Jason scowls, looking at his sister.

Thalia's eyes are fixed on her. "I understand now why Artemis sent me here. Jason—she told me to hunt for Lycaon and I would find a clue about Percy. You are the clue. Artemis wanted us to meet so I could hear your story."

"I don't understand! I don't have a story. I don't remember anything."

"But Leo's right," Thalia frowns. "It's all connected. If we just knew where—"

Leo snaps his fingers, the flames in his hair rise. "Jason, what did you call that place in your dream? That ruined house. The Wolf House?" 

Thalia gasps. "The Wolf House? Jason, why didn't you tell me that! That's where they're keeping Hera?" 

"You know where it is?"

"Stop!" Ara's looking at the pool that's forming around Leo's feet. "Thalia, don't encourage him!"

Leo's feet melt the surface and he falls, Jason seizes him by the coat and tosses him at Ara, she drags him up while Jason runs right behind them. Thalia doesn't follow them, Ara guesses she got paralyzed with fear, and of course, if she had to choose, she would choose the hunters.

"Go!" Thalia shouts. "Find out where the giant is keeping Piper's dad. Save him! I'll take the Hunters to the Wolf House and hold it until you can get there. We can do both!"

"But where is the Wolf House?" Jason yells back.

"You know where it is, little brother! I'll see you there. I promise..." Thalia runs back into the woods and vanishes out of sight.

Ara drags Leo up all the way, Jason has to pick them up and fly from time to time because the bridge is crumbling. Once they reach the top, Piper and Hedge pull them in. Ara and Leo stumble to the ground.

"What happened?" Piper frowns, helping them untangle from each other. "Leo, why are your clothes smoking?"

"I got a little heated," he mumbles. "Sorry, guys. Honest. I didn't—"

"It's all right," Jason's unable to hide his distress. "We've got less than twenty-four hours to rescue a goddess and Piper's dad. Let's go see the king of the winds." 

As they walk uphill, Ara keeps glancing at the blond boy. He looks a lot like Percy when he came back from Calypso's island. Lost, and overwhelmed. Ara holds out her hand to him. Jason hesitates, but he grabs it in the end. 

Ara gets a mix of emotions: Disappointment, yearning, loneliness...  she squeezes his hand, starting to absorb some of it to help him carry the burden. "You know..." she says quietly. "When I got claimed, all I wanted was to find my mortal parent. I figured that they had to be amazing if they'd caught Aphrodite's eye."

"And were they?"

"I don't know," she shrugs, dismissing the question. "The only thing I knew about him was that he'd named me. I thought he cared about me but he couldn't afford to keep me... then one day, I stumbled upon its meaning."

"Your name's meaning?" Jason asks. "What does Ara mean?"

"My name's Arae, not Ara," she looks ahead, it's the first time she doesn't cry while telling the story. "Means the same whether you spell it with the additional vowel or not, but Ara sounds better..."

"He called you Curse?" Jason is insulted on her behalf.

"He didn't want a kid," she explains calmly. "And I mean, I could change my name, I kinda did, but it's the one thing that's always belonged to me. Keeping it also comes with a prize, some people think I'm a bad omen—"

"You've been a blessing to us."

"I know I'm not all bad, Jason. I'm a child of Olympus because I deserve it, and I believe it because... no one else does." She faces him and holds his hand with both of hers. "Whatever Jason Grace means to you, whatever feels right, that's what you have to focus on. You're no bridge unless you want to be. "

Jason smiles and pats her shoulder, he feels a lot lighter now. "I'll try... as long as you promise me the same."

"Too bad, you can't demand things from your General," she replies jokingly.

Jason shrugs. "Wasn't a demand... more like, a request?"

The boy offers his pinky to her. Ara looks down at it, and thousands of flashbacks race through her mind: Percy, Michael, Lily, Beckendorf, Silena, Nico—

"Come on, cupcakes!" Ara gives a start at the sound of the satyr's voice. "Only a few thousand more steps!"

Both Leo and Piper are staring at them, but Jason and Ara play it cool and continue climbing. They don't go back to the subject, instead, Jason brings up a new awkward topic to discuss. 

"So what's up with you and Leo?"

Ara avoids his eyes. "What do you mean?"

"C'mon. Even a blind cyclops would see it."

"I met Polyphemus," she raises a brow. "Could not see the difference between a spouse and breakfast."

"What?" Jason stops. "You mean the Polyphemus?"

"I know what you're implying, though," Ara ignores his question. "I don't want it to happen, but it's happening. If I can stall, I will. You follow me?"

Jason cocks his head to the side like a confused puppy. "No?"

Ara rolls her eyes and stops again. "Most of my old friends are dead and my brother's missing," she explains bluntly. "I'm not in the mood for romance."

"But you're feeling things anyway," the boy replies like she's not making sense.

"And I'll do my best to ignore it until it dies out. Or I die, whatever comes first."

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