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lorebeth · 8 months ago

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Hey! Could you write a Blade x princess reader?

A princess like Aelin Galathynius from throne of glass. She’s a badass who used to be an assassin once and who wields fire power.

HIII I am so sorry this is so late I’ve been sick for 3 months and I literally lost all sense of reality for a while. BUT I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to keep the fire powers or not so I kept it as friendly as I could for any type of power! I hope that I wrote the reader well because if I’m being completely serious I had to search up Aelin Galathynius and I was NOT DISAPPOINTED!!! i was actually considering getting the novels so you’re literally a life saver! ANYWAYS I HOPE I MADE THIS WORTHWHILE AND THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST LOVELY!!

Blade x Princess! Reader

TW: Romantic (but can be read as platonic - just skip or ignore the dream part), kind of emotionally constipated reader..? War, blood, probably something incorrect in there lmao…

Sword fighting came to you easily. Your powerful strikes are full of precision and poise, your stance is always perfect and agile as well as your sharp mind. Your reaction time in battle was excellent and you were extremely proud of yourself.

You had to learn your cutthroat style from a young age, it’s a kill or be killed world and the only way to protect yourself was to become the predator, the top of the food chain. You also need extremely tentative wording and persuasive language to get information, as well as a keen eye for what is beneath the surface of every turmoil or hidden threat in one’s words.

This is your last mission. With a certain childhood friend at your back supporting you all throughout your younger and teen years, you know very well this could be the last you see of him.

But he wasn’t an idiot, you both understood that much.

As you both crouched and huddled under the cover of a bush - your bag of magical artifacts attached to your right thigh - you couldn’t help but realise how easy this was. It was extremely suspicious and you had to ask your companion for advice.

“You know what I’m going to say to you.” you whispered.

He chuckled, his rich laugh contrasting with his disheveled and dirty clothing. As much as the throne was your birthright, he also deserved luxuries you both could only dream of outside of a world of stealing. His hair was tied up in a high ponytail and your family’s medallion was attached as a brooch on his right chest strap. His trousers hung low and were stained with mud, his boots carrying a dagger in them. He turned to face you, golden eyes stalking your figure, you didn’t want to meet his yet.

“I think we should use our distraction.” his voice hoarse and unused. You both ran out of water preparing magical components at the base of the city and nearly two days staking out the perfect time to strike. The Rebels were planted in the lower and abandoned parts, ready for the signal.

You’ve been through worse however, this was child’s play compared to the gruesome training you forced upon yourself.

“Mm. Any last words, Blade?” you turned to look into his piercing eyes. They held broken shards of who he used to be, the child with big dreams and the broken promises he was gifted instead.

He grabbed your hand, gently raising the back of your gloved hand to his lips, kissing it. He slowly slid the black scarf over his nose again and squeezed your hand softly once. He would be at your side until the end.

You couldn’t help smile to yourself. Blade was your best friend, always at your beck and call, he knew you were never going to give up on him and he in turn never gave up on you.

Sometimes there’s a dream that almost haunts you at the peacefulness and domesticity it promises. It’s you with Blade in a beautiful bedroom, the light shining in and the wind blowing softly through the soft, pearl-coloured balcony curtains. The room covered in soft greens and faint reds that remind you of beautiful flowers. The silk bedsheet feeling blissful on your back as you stare up at Blade sleeping, his nose scarred and you always end the dream by running your fingers gently over it and kissing his nose, never getting past that scene.

It haunted you and you hated it, but fuck would you do anything for that moment to be reality. As much as you didn’t have time for romance in a fight for the throne, you could only crave it like how a force as powerful and chaotic as fire depends on something vital as oxygen to keep it alive, stronger than ever.

Of course you’d never tell him that though, it’s better for things to be left unsaid; especially in war. You took off yours and his masks, cupping his face gently. You’d never tell him how you felt, but actions always speak louder than words. You stared at him and pressed your lips against his cheek, inches away from his lips. You place his mask back on gently and he does the same for you.

“Are you ready?”

“I’ll follow you to the ends of the world if it means you are happy.”

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It was a fucking massacre. Blood on the walls, the curtains torn and glass windows shattered. Swords thrown haphazardly into all directions on the floor and half of the city glowing blue and white due to the “distraction” in the lower parts of the city. Whoever thought it was a good idea for Illegal Blue Flame Charms was on something as it wasn’t in the plan. You were trying to take back your city, not destroy it to fucking cinders. But you digress, you need to find the King.

As you stalk through the sinister hallways your boots make crunching sounds on the glass shards. You didn’t bother making your arrival quiet, you didn’t need to because the King already knew you were here, just like you promised.

“Well. I’ll be damned.” A cough erupted from a corner of darkness. The voice hauntingly familiar even through the strain and coughing fit.

He didn’t deserve to get a reply, after slaughtering your parents and exiling their only daughter lucky enough to escape, the promise you made that day would finally come true. You would get your Kingdom back and murder the one who endangered your people, taxed them to nothingness and celebrated the death of two brilliant parents and rulers.

As you raised your hand, you felt the familiar heat and energy in your palm, your fingertips glowing that lovely colour you’ve grown to adore. The blue of the outside fire and destruction was weak compared to the light emitting from your hand, and you landed the final blow. After years of trauma and terror, running away and the fear of being caught… you’ve never felt safer.

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The citizens - your people - adored you. Obviously, anyone would be better than the Dictator who was their last leader but you were their true heir, the one best fit to take control over the Kingdom again.

The first thing you did after you killed the King was find Blade. He was a skilled swordsman but even he wasn’t untouchable. He was injured and on the brink of passing out when you found him. He knew you had won and immediately fell on his knees to congratulate and bow down to you, a smirk on his face and blood trickling down the left side of his head, making him close his eye to stop it trickling into it. There was a cut on his nose now, that’ll scar for sure.

You had appointed him as your Head Guard and crowned him the highest honours you could bestow upon a man. He might as well have been a King himself.

Standing in your old bedroom, you made your way to the balcony watching over the city. The sun was setting and everything was gorgeous hues of golds and pinks.

The rebuilding of the city was going smoothly and no civilians were critically injured due to the Blue Flame Charms set around the different parts of the city, only the abandoned buildings were gone and could be easily replaced with new homes, markets and trading ports. Taxes that were stupid had been reset and everyone could finally breathe without having to rely on Loan Sharks or crime to live and support their families. Those who had lost their jobs and homes had been invited to the Castle and given jobs to help repair, as well as given food and water for their families. The old were taken to spare rooms and wherever someone could take them in. The Kingdom was working together better than ever before and it was all thanks to you and the rebels.

“What are you thinking about?” The voice of your Head Guard questioned. You turned around and smiled at him. You had changed your clothes and so did he, he was gorgeous with new clothing, better hygiene, nicely combed hair, beautiful brooches on his straps and delicate embroidered roses on his coat. His outfit was composed of blacks, dark greens and the blood reds from his roses.

“You.” He looked unimpressed.

“Sure.” He came to stand beside you on the balcony of your childhood bedroom, staring ahead as you continue to eye him.

“You know I wouldn’t have known what to do if I had lost you.” you whisper, the words holding a deeper meaning. His head turned in your direction, still not making eye contact with you. The sunset was illuminating his face and every scar, blemish and bandage on his face made him even more godly than before.

“Don’t look at me like that.” he turned to stare at you now, his eyes pleading. You smiled at him and laughed.

“A dear friend once told me, ‘I’ll follow you to the ends of the world if it means you are happy.’ I think he was right.” His laugh was pure and he embraced you.

The tears in your eyes stung and you felt all your panic and anxiety over the years slip, even if the trauma would be there forever you felt safe enough to forget about pain and misery in his arms.

“I am forever with you, Y/N. As your Head Guard, your Consultant and most importantly, your friend.” He kissed the top of your head sweetly and you couldn’t help sob happily as you laid in the safest arms of all.

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(Romantic: if you don’t want romance and only platonic I suggest ending it there. Thanks!)

You approached the man sat on the balcony step, circling your arms around his shoulders and pulling him back into your open arms, him coming into contact with your chest and sighing deeply.

“What’s wrong? Don’t like my hugs?” You teased.

“I hate that you don’t take me seriously.” He stated blandly. You look down at him confused. What’s he on about?

“What are you talking about? If I thought you were a joke you wouldn’t be my Head Guard, or in my arms for that matter.” you offered him a teasing smile and squeezed him a little harder.

“What I mean is you don’t take my advances seriously.” he scoffed.

What.

“Advances? What exactly have you done that was in a ‘courting fashion’?” you might as well have been given a blank piece of paper and sent out to go shopping because what fucking advances has he given you?

He turned around to face you and he had an exasperated expression, going through all 5 stages of grief trying to explain himself to you, “Y’know.. I gave you my last dessert. And I held you last week.” you stared at him blankly.

“You gave me your half-eaten pudding and you pushed me off the street into a muddy puddle because a carriage was driving by. The carriage wasn’t even close to the side walk may I add.” he sighed again and stared ahead, acting like a neglected child.

You laughed and soon your entire body couldn’t stop shaking at how hard you were laughing, Blade was still sulking in your arms and that made you stop momentarily.

“You know, those advances may not be, traditional per say… but it’s the thought that counts. And I might add, I’ve also been wanting you to court me too.” you finished with one of your hands cupping his cheek and the other holding onto his arm.

“I had great advances.” he deadpanned.

With the biggest eye roll you could muster, you leaned in gently, allowing him to have a moment to decide whether he wanted to kiss you too or back out. When he didn’t move you got a little confused, opting to back out.

He slowly inclined his head forward and with a excited smile you leaned in the full way, lips pressing against his. At first you did all the movements and set the pace, letting Blade adapt to the kiss.

His hands snaked around your waist and the wrist of the hand that was cupping his face. He soon felt you pull away from the kiss for air and he took the opportunity to kiss your wrist gently. His eyes piercing yours once again.

“My chosen protector, my closest companion and my heart, will you stay with me forever, until death do us part?” you asked, suddenly feeling all emotions you could possibly think of in that small silence overtaking your senses. You felt nervous but excited and you felt yourself trembling all in one.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” he smiled.

istg I had whooping cough or smth wtf

#honkai star rail #blade x reader #hsr blade #blade honkai #blade hsr #honkai #x reader #x princess reader

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thedepthsoffandomminds · 10 months ago

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Maze Runner chapter thirty. Final

Previous chapter

Masterlist

Thomas awakens to a cool breeze blowing through a tent. Clear sunlight beams through.

There is still pain in his stomach when he sits up but the gun wound is mostly healed. Thomas stands up and makes his way out of the tent seeing the beach in front of him. His breath catches in his throat when he looks out across the peaceful scene.

“Is this it?” He asks himself. He can see Minho not too far away and walks toward him. All around people are working and still setting things up but it already looks like a home. Minho walks up to him and the two embrace each other.

“Where's…where's y/n did she-?”

“Yeah, yeah they're over here.” He turns and sees you. Newt is helping you down the slope. He rushes to you both and pulls both of you into a hug. You wince at the pressure on your shoulder. And Mai Mai nudges at his waist. Thomas gave the tiger a good scratch behind her ears and laughed.

“We did it.” He breathes out. He turns and hugs Frypan and Brenda as well. Gally shakes his hand and shows Thomas over to where they had been sitting.

“I can't believe we're here,” He said to you.

“Almost wasn't” you shrug. Thomas brings his eyebrows in together silently asking for clarification.

“If you hadn't given us the serum…” Newt trailed off as Thomas nodded remembering the last moments before he passed out.

As the group chatted, Vince wandered over, his blonde hair tied back behind his head in a ponytail.

“How are we doing?” He asked you all and everyone nodded, “and you y/n, you feeling okay, both of you?” He asks pointedly looking at your stomach.

“Yeah, yeah we're good. Thank you Vince.” You reply.

“Excellent, good to see you properly awake, Tomas.” He claps Thomas's shoulder before walking away.

“Um, both?” Thomas asks, and Newt smiles.

“Yeah,” he puts his hand on your stomach and kisses your cheek.

“How long have I been out?” Thomas asks amused.

“A month, well six weeks, on and off.” Frypan announces with a chuckle.

“Good to have you back, man.” Minho says and you all laugh.

That evening just before sundown Vince called all the survivors together. You sat in your group with Aria, Sonya and Harriet not too far away.

“We have come a long way together.” Vince began, “ So many have sacrificed so much to make this place possible, Your friends and your family. So here's to the ones who couldn't be here. Here's to the friends we lost. This place is for you. It's for all of us. But this, this is for them.” He tapped the big stone behind him with the edge of his knife, “So, in your own time, in your own way, come make your peace. And welcome to the Safe Haven.”

A wave of happiness crashed through you all and the crowd erupted into cheers

“Yeah!”

Thomas looked at you.

“We made it.” He said.

“Yeah we did and now we can live an actual life.” You say to him and flick your eyes across to Brenda who sat only a few people in front of you with Jorge.

Thomas smiled to himself as he looked at her.

Maybe he could be as happy as his friends were, as you and Newt were. He looked at you once more, seeing the way your bright eyes still held tiny black marks around the edges. On your unclothed arm the bite was now a fading scar that matched Newt's. Thomas knew, of course there were scars on both of you that no one could see, but this was a beautiful place to work through them. Paying no attention to him, Newt reached over, cupping your jawline with his hand and pressing a kiss to your smiling lips.

This, this was what they were fighting for and you finally had it.

Thank you all for reading! Leave me comments or pop over to my request.

See you in the next one 💜

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jaysficarchive · 19 days ago

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The Girl With the Pink Bow

Synopsis: She catches a glimpse of their black uniforms embroidered with gold out of the restaurant's window. Motorcycles with loud engines passed by, most of the riders not paying attention to her. Except for one.

Relationship(s): Takashi Mitsuya/Momoka Oshiro (OC)

Misc: First time writing TR stuff in a long time. Wanted to write about the first time Momoka and Mitsuya met.

@peachyblkdemonslayer

Since coming to Tokyo, Momoka went through several experiences at once. She went to a new school, made new friends, and now lived with her grandmother. As much as she missed Kyoto, she found herself endeared to her new city.

Now sitting in a booth of the Paradise Grill restaurant, she scribbled away at a coloring book while humming. Satsumi, a friend from school, invited her and a few others over for lunch. Momoka really liked Satsumi. She was tough, caring, and an excellent cook.

"Hey, girl!"

Momoka looked up at Miyoko, Pearly, Rumiko, and the Sameyama sisters walking in. Their clothes varied; from Miyoko's more stylish, model off duty look to Rumiko's kenjutsu robes. She excitedly waved and invited them over to the booth.

"Hey! You guys made it!"

"I wouldn't miss lunch on Sumi for the world," Miyoko said, sliding next to the girl. "You should see her bentos. They're gifts from God."

As if on cue, Satsumi came strolling out, pushing a cart with plates of food in front of her. One of the perks of being a cook for your family's restaurant. "Lunch is served, ladies."

Momoka clapped her hands with joy. As she reached for her plate, a light flashed in the corner of her eye. Setting down the plate, she dug into a bit of the meal. While eating, she turned her head and saw the light coming closer, sounds of engines following behind. At that moment, she sees them. Satsumi's words from a fateful walk home echoed in the back of her subconscious.

"If you hear a bunch of motorcycles, look the other way. If you see a gold manji symbol, run. Run as fast and far as you can. Don't look back until you're safe."

She catches a glimpse of their black uniforms embroidered with gold out of the restaurant's window. Motorcycles with loud engines passed by, most of the riders not paying attention to her. Except for one. His hair was a silvery lilac and lavender eyes. A white sash tied behind his back. Both of them held each other's gazes for a minute. Then, he smiled at her before driving off.

Momoka blinked slowly, trying to process if what happened was real. Who was that? Why did he smile at her? She swore she'd seen his face before but couldn't remember where.

"Hello? You there?" Pearly waved her hand in the girl's face. "Sumi made all this delicious food and you've barely eaten it."

"Huh? Oh, sorry..." Momoka went back to her food, still thinking about the boy who smiled at her.

The face of the girl with the pink bow wouldn't leave Mitsuya's mind's eye. That bow, her curly hair, and her pink outfit made her look like the dolls his sisters played with. It was hard to believe she was real. She seemed so familiar.

"Who the hell were you smiling at, Mitsuya?" Draken, a tall young boy with a blonde ponytail, asked.

"No one," he replied. He hoped to see the beauty again. Maybe then he'd remember where he seen her.

#;oneshot

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sheadre · 6 months ago

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Crushes Don't Get Easier (James Diamond x Reader) Chapter Three

Summary: BTR is a big hit, everyone loves them, but when they come back to the Palm Woods after their latest tour, they are greeted by a new girl band who actually signed with Gustavo while they were gone. (Name) is their leader who has great style, beautiful and is excellent at singing and dancing. The boys don't get along with them at first but then they realize they can be allies instead of enemies. James gets closer to her slowly even if he is still hung up on Lucy who left him without saying a word. Will there be more to (Name) and James, or is it just a fleeting fantasy and nothing will come of it?

Warnings: fluff, goofiness, angst later on

Days went peacefully in Palm Woods and at Rocque Records ever since James and (Name) concluded a truce. Kendall narrowed his eyes at his friend while they sat at the dining table. James was eager to go to the studio or the pool and it was too obvious why.

“What are you reading?” the blonde asked but he quickly snatched the magazine out of his friend’s hands before the brunette could protest.

“Give it back!”

“Oohoh! It says (Name) is the new shining star in Hollywood. She likes peanut butter sandwiches and hates it when there’s nothing to talk about on a date? Hm, what do we have here? She prefers smart guys?” Kendall read it out loud.

“Then James is no longer an option for her it seems.” Carlos shrugged his shoulders earning a glare from the pretty boy.

“I. AM. SMART! Just not the scientific way!” James jumped up from his seat. “Wait! I’m not even interested in (Name)! I mean she’s great, but I’m not ready for dating.”

“Are you still waiting on Lucy?” Katie walked in with a book in her hand. “I hate her. Even if she comes back I will make sure she leaves as quickly as she did!”

Kendall’s little sister was still angry with the rock musician for leaving James like that. She loved the boys as much as she loved Kendall. When James fell into depression, it touched her as well.

“Katie, I love you, but you are too young to horn in it.” James sighed. “Besides who said anything about Lucy?”

Everyone raised an eyebrow at him which made him shut up.

“James, we love you but you’re too hung up on her. A new love could bring you something you’re missing and think you can fill in the hole with Lucy.” Kendall put a hand on James’ shoulder.

“No, I’m not gonna date anyone for now and that’s my final word on this!” the brunette furrowed his eyebrows and ran away angrily.

James went to the only place he could think. Or not think. He just wanted to be alone. The gym was empty this time of the day but mostly it was abandoned because everyone preferred to chill in the pool. He went over to the yoga mats and started stretching. A half an hour passed when a familiar face entered the gym with two other girls.

Lily and Emma went over to the treadmill while (Name) chose to start with some squats. The girls waved to James but stayed out of his hair which he was grateful for. The brunette’s eyes however kept returning to (Name)’s form. Her messy ponytail, black running pants and sports bra looked right out of a sports clothing commercial. James suddenly felt immense pain in his right foot and he realized that he just dropped 11 lbs of weight. The dumbbell rolled away to the side while he grabbed onto his foot with a pained cry.

Soft, delicate hands grabbed his and pried them away.

“It shouldn’t be too serious but you should get it checked out at the doctor’s.” (Name) said soothingly while she unlaced his shoelace and pulled on his shoe. If James had a smelly foot after the workout (Name) didn’t show her disgust. She instead pulled down his white sock to check out the damage. The skin was red and swollen a bit and when she softly poked it James hissed.

“Okay, you should definitely get it checked out. Do you want me to help you?” she asked as she pulled the sock back up on his ankle then helped his shoe back onto his foot. (Name) carefully laced the shoe back and straightened up stretching her hand out to him.

“I-I can go on my own, but thanks…”

The brunette started standing but as he tried to put weight on his hurt foot it felt like it would fall off.

“Right. I can see that.” she shook her head then grabbed his arm and put it around her shoulders. “Girls, I’m taking James to the doctor, will be back in an hour. Don’t wait for me!”

The pretty boy tried to protest but (Name) was having none of it. Her small frame surprisingly well fit under his arm but he wished that it wouldn’t have to come this way. The reason he dropped the damn dumbbell on his foot was even more embarrassing. What was up with him? Getting all clumsy around a pretty girl?! There was a ton out there besides he was “The Face” of Big Time Rush! He had no reason to be nervous around a girl.

At the lobby of the clinic he tried to make her go home and leave him while they waited for him to be called in but she wasn’t budging.

“James, for some unknown, strange reason I do care about your well being! Hell, what kind of person would I be if I saw another person get hurt and wouldn’t help them out?” she argued.

“I’m just saying that you have your life and you have things to do. You don’t have to stay, I’m all grown up.” James argued back.

“Yeah, a grown up who dropped 11 lbs of weight on his foot and can’t walk.” she huffed. “Just be quiet and accept that I will stay here with you no matter what you do!”

“Roger that, mom.” James rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“Don’t. Ever. Say. That. Again.” her tone suddenly became really strange which made James decide that maybe this was the moment he should actually shut up.

Soon James got called in. The doctor checked his injury out and asked the assistant to give James some painkillers before they put his foot in a casing. It wasn’t too serious so they would get it off in a few days but he had to keep from moving it too much. The brunette walked out of the doctor’s office to be greeted by Kelly, Logan, Carlos and Kendall.

He looked around and saw that (Name) was nowhere to be seen. It made him disappointed and guilty. She must’ve left because he kept on insisting on her leaving. The guys helped him back to Palm Woods after a series of scolding from Kelly. This injury made them lose at least 3 days if not 4 because James couldn’t practice dancing.

Those few days were hell. James couldn’t go swimming, couldn’t go to the gym or to the beach. He was lounging in the living room or in his room bored out of his mind because the boys all left to do their own things. Even Katie had to go to school and Mrs. Knight was working at a part-time job as well.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. James sighed dramatically as he got up slowly and limped over to the door to open it. To his confusion and surprise, it was (Name).

“Are you busy?” she asked in a hurry. She kept looking around frantically like she was expecting to be attacked by someone or something.

“Not exactly.” the brunette shrugged and was about to let her in when she grabbed his arm and pulled him out of the apartment.

“Listen to me. You’re now my boyfriend who is deeply in love with me and we’re going to be all lovey-dovey!” she whisper-shouted while gesturing around wildly.

“W-w-wait, why? What’s going on?” James asked in confusion.

“I’ll explain it later! Just help me out!” she begged with puppy eyes. James shook his head with a smile and put her arm around her shoulders. “Here they come…”

James furrowed his eyebrows as he heard the thumping of feet coming down the hallway fast and heavy. A really good looking guy turned the corner and stopped in his tracks when he spotted them. Once he shook himself out of his stupor he continued his way toward them. He pointed at (Name).

“I don’t believe you one bit! This is sooooo fake!” he motioned around them.

James suddenly felt anger and indignation flare up inside his chest. He pulled (Name) behind himself protectively.

“Who do you think you are talking to (Name) like that?!”

Even if he was hurt he won’t back down from a fight. The light brown haired guy smirked.

“Dylan Graham in person.” the guy grinned at him as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. “(Name)’s future husband.”

James’ eyebrows were about to lift up from his brow and leave outer space at that statement. Then he started laughing and pointed at Dylan.

“Hahaha!” Then he turned scarily serious and stepped closer, staring right into Dylan’s face. “It’s funny you say that cuz I’m the one going out with her.”

“Once she realizes she’s making a mistake, she will choose me!” Dylan went right back up into James’ face. Something in this guy made James want to kick his ass. Back when he was pursuing Lucy relentlessly, he wasn’t chasing her down a hallway shouting ‘You will be my wife!’. Throwing confetti at her, yelling ‘You will be mine!’ at her and dressing up as Mario for her wasn’t the same thing as this.

He felt a soft touch on his chest pushing him back a bit. (Name) stood between them and turned to Dylan as if to shield James from him.

“Dylan, I’m dating James and I really like him. I won’t change my mind about this.” she said seriously. “So please, before the landlord notices your outburst, go home. I don’t want to get into trouble.”

Then she turned to James and pushed him right back into apartment 2J. She closed the door and let out a relieved sigh.

“Okay, so I might have the right to know why we are fake-dating now?” the brunette asked curiously.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you into too much trouble. He's been pestering me for a month to go out with him. I told him I had no time, he didn’t accept that so I told him I have a boyfriend, then he wanted to see proof, I tried to dodge him which I managed to until today becausehefollowedmebacktoPalmWoodsandnowwearedating!” (Name) got faster and faster as she explained the situation to him. “I panicked.”

“I can see that.” James chuckled. “You know what? We might prank everyone with this fake dating. The guys are insisting on me going out with someone but I’m not ready for a relationship yet and you are chased after by this Dylan dude. We could get back at them.”

“Deal!” (Name) grinned.

To be continued…

#big time rush #angst #fluff #romance #btrtv #carlos garcia #james diamond x reader #kendall knight #logan mitchell #big time rush x reader #btr x reader #james diamond

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maslin-a · 8 months ago

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Haikyuu!! crossover with Harry Potter

Kozume Kenma/reader

You came to Hogwarts along with the rest of the students of the new Nekoma school of magic for the Triwizard Tournament. One participant was chosen from your school - Kuroo Tetsuro. A fourth-year student, captain of the Nekoma Quidditch team, an excellent student and conqueror of women's hearts. Besides, he was your best friend. You, Kuroo and Kenma have been inseparable from the very first year. Many were often surprised when they saw you together. All three of you were very different. Calm and often indifferent Kenma, cheerful and perky Kuroo and you are like two in one. Here at Hogwarts, many people are surprised when you walk together. When Kuroo’s name dropped out of the Cup, you and Kenma were incredibly happy, but nevertheless you were still worried about him. When the first tournament was successful, the guy, as usual, managed to stand out and the attention from the girls became even greater, which is why you and Kenma were often left alone. Of course, you were alone more than once, but for some reason right now it was uncomfortable. You liked Kenma from the very first year, from your first meeting. So at the Yuletide ball, when Kuroo was taken somewhere by a crowd of girls, you decided to go look for the pooling head. You found a guy near the fountain. As usual, he sat and played some game on his console, which you gave him. Kozume himself did not know about the existence of such a thing, since he was a purebred wizard, and his love for games ruled him, since he was a half-breed. You often played on the console before, but you weren’t always able to play fully, Kuroo would butt in and you’d go for a walk. You smiled at your thoughts and looked at the guy again. A classic black suit, white blouse, robe with your school logo and hair in a ponytail at the back. Beautiful as always. You were brought out of your thoughts by the quiet voice of Kenma, who had already noticed your presence.

- Y/n? Why are you here alone, where is Kuroo, did something happen?

- No, nothing happened, Kuroo was taken somewhere by the girls, so I came to you...

- Ah... Well, as usual...

This sounded with some note of irritation, either towards Kuroo or towards you. Still, sensing something was wrong here, you decided to ask what was wrong. Sitting down next to the guy, you were ready to ask, but they beat you to it.

- Y/n, do you like Kuroo? - the guy asked calmly.

- What? Why do you think so?

- Well, it just seems to me that you spend more time with him, and you always laugh at his jokes, no matter how stupid they are, you always choose him and go for a walk rather than stay... With me... - the guy blushed a bit, but still, having removed the console, he continued. - You are always with him, and when the girls take him away, you come to me sad... That's why I thought... That you like him...

- This is wrong! - you answered hastily. - I don’t like Kuroo at all, he’s no more a friend to me, and I think the same for him, and I come sad because it’s a little offensive that he still leaves with the girls, leaving me alone! And... And I like something completely different...

- Yes, and who? - the guy looked you straight in the eyes.

- Well...

- I like you, Y/n...

You looked at the guy in undisguised shock. He likes you. Exactly you. Finally, only you. Afraid that this might all be a joke or a dream, you lightly pinched yourself, but everything remained in place. So it's not a dream. And Kenma doesn’t know how to joke so much that it’s hardly a joke. Just when you were about to say something, a calm melody began to sound. Many couples began to dance. Clearing his throat, Kenma stood up and extended his hand to you.

- Y/n, do you want to... Dance with me? - the guy asked hopefully.

- Ah... Of course!

You extended your hand and the guy helped you up. Surprisingly, as soon as you became the guy, he got into the right position, although before it was impossible to say that he could dance, or at least knew how to do it. You started to move slowly. Of course, you used to dance quite often, at least with the same Kuroo, but next to the guy you began to worry. Noticing your excitement, Kenma hugged you tighter and whispered in your ear:

- Don’t worry, everything is fine, you’re beautiful! - and smiled affectionately.

My soul immediately became calmer. Raising your gaze higher, you noticed that you were dancing under a sprig of mistletoe. Noticing that you were looking somewhere up, the guy also looked there, and also noticed a sprig of mistletoe. Suddenly your eyes met and the guy smiled shyly. A deep blush appeared on your face. Pulling you closer to him, Kenma whispered directly against your lips:

- I hope you don't mind...

And you nodded in agreement. Your lips finally met. It was the best first kiss you could ever dream of. You stood like that for a long time, hugging and kissing. Later, Kuroo came and, noticing the two of you, began to shout loudly that he knew that this would happen and was waiting for this moment. You just giggled quietly.

This is probably the best day of your life...

#kozume x reader #kozume kenma x reader #harry potter #haikyuu #kenma x reader

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gingerbreadmonsters · 10 months ago

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Giiiiiingeeeeer~~~ 💕💖

Rise and shine~ I bring some questions for you~ ✨️

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

pink is talking about this ask game (still open!)

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

haunted stare. the one problem with writing about cannibals is that it inevitably results in a lot of googling re: the logistics of killing and eating humans, e.g. what aqueous humour (fluid that keeps human eyeballs inflated) tastes like, and what happens to the viscosity of human blood if you freeze and then melt it

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate

[head in hands] apologies to shaw pack enjoyers but asher gets on my wick faster than you could believe and i won't apologise for it, although there are of course good things about his character:

his arc in the imperium: cataclysm is absolutely fantastic and the bits where he's arguing with vincent are so entertaining

i have nothing but respect for men who are comfortable enough in their masculinity to be unashamedly switchy without feeling like it's beneath them

he talks about star trek in exactly the same way i talk about the doctor who revival so i have to give credit for that

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

i am being so fucking serious i could not in good faith allow even a single one of these go unappreciated, so do consider this a top 3, in reverse order of recency:

@spookybeandoodle's alexis, who lives unparalleled in my heart forever and ever, she is the most gorgeous woman in the world and i love her to pieces

@sri-rachaa's gavin, who remains the most beautiful birthday present on earth, and who has the excellent distinction of being from sweet rae my wonderful friend from internet

@sincerelywhistler's vega, who ate my heart so intensely that not only do i think about that man every single day, but also whose resplendent ponytail has written itself into the next installment of my vega + warden series

#ooh a game!#thank u for the ask i am sorry it took a little while #redacted asmr #if you have never seen any of the above fanart you have been missing OUT #in the museum of my mind they hang in the most special gallery #behind bulletproof glass like the mona lisa #pinksparkl beloved <3

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spyral-out-keep-going · 5 months ago

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Ok Hozier concert thoughts in order of the set list but also no order for the random things I remember

Awesome venue (Blossom Amphitheater). If I lived closer I’d go to so many shows. Also we drove through a little bit of the Cuyahoga National Park on our way out. It was a dark forest but would love to go back someday

Cool set! It looked like a scarf kinda, then the lighting and visuals changed it and the “scarf fringe” became the roots underground! Which like makes way more sense - it’s related to the album duh (yes I did have an edible before the show)

Opener Joy Oladokun was fantastic! Will be listening to more of her music. (Also the way she left the stage was so cool. The guitar sounded on all atmospheric and it was just neat)

Omg Hozier and band started off with De Selby pt 1 & 2 and it was magical. Like. It sounds like the album. But better even??

Also we stood up when he came out and didn’t sit down once - the energy was up!

Jackie & Wilson, From Eden - yes yes love them!

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene was another one that somehow? Was better live

Dinner and Diatribes - loved the visuals they had on the screen at the back of the main stage and off to the sides. (I posted a short clip of this one)

Speaking of I didn’t record any whole song, just tried to catch all the talking bits between songs. He named all kinds of crew (and individual thank yous. Very nice) and at the end we all sang happy birthday to one of his crew team members!

There one bit where Hozier was like if you’re down there then who’s up here on stage? And the screen shows a dude with Hozier-like hair and beard got the crowd laughing - funny guy!

Next song was Francesca - 10/10 beautiful one of my favorites I love it

It Will Come Back - excellent dirty guitar and the lows he gets to make me shiver

Like Real People Do - so pretty

I, Carion (Icarian) - SO HAPPY he played this I wanted to cry

Abstract (Psychopomp) - he introduced it by of course mentioning the animal thdid mention before they started playing that “it ends on a happy note because it died a very quick death. It was fine. It didn’t suffer. Too long. It didn’t suffer too long. Happy Tuesday” (And that is a direct quote because I got that on video). Like… Sir 😆 Happy Tuesday I guess lol

Would That I - chilling the vibe a bit more - but got the crowd harmonizing which sounded so great

Just to get the crowd hype for Too Sweet!

Almost (Sweet Music) - beautiful vibes again

Eat Your Young - his voice hitting those high notes!

And of course Take Me to Church - powerful beautiful and got the progress flag out at the end 💗

They all went off stage but he came back alone (now hair up in a ponytail!) for an acoustic Cherry Wine performance. Gorgeous

Unknown - I will sha la la anytime anywhere

Nina Cried Power - another one of my favorites! And he introduced it by of course mentioning Ms. Mavis Staples and how big and small ways we can make a difference each day, and segued into the power of protest and what it’s achieved and then basically repeated what he said at Lolla (& maybe other shows?) about calling for ceasefire and a free Palestine and contacting our representatives. Like over 5 minutes and well worth it because it needs to be said. and acted upon.

Last one was Work Song. Just a perfect end.

So many kudos to the band

And seriously a tornado touched down in the area so the venue told everyone to shelter in our cars so my friend and I watched the clouds for a funnel and heard the sirens a few times and thankfully it passed and the show went on! Just a 30 minute delay of the gate opening. I know everyone there was manifesting the end to the severe weather lol

I will definitely try to see him live again. 100% with every penny! Oh yeah and Hozier thanked everyone and recognized the money spent to see him and other artists.

Very classy guy. Quality

#hozier #my thoughts #for posterity #august 6 2024 #Blossom #cuyahoga falls

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pallavimekup97 · 1 year ago

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Which One Would You Prefer – Hairdresser Or Hair Stylist For Your Wedding?

Before you say “I do”, there are lots more things that need to be done in order to reach a wedding pedestal. After the best wedding dress, venue, type of rituals, and makeup, now it comes to getting the hair done.

The beauty breakthrough came from the beautiful, shiny, and stylish hair on the day of the wedding. After the makeup, it is your elegant braid that catches the eyeballs of the viewers. Every bride dreams of getting a compliment like a royal highness with an audience sitting in a hunched-down manner. With beautiful styling from the best hairstylists, you can achieve your dream goal at your wedding.

Hairdresser or hairstyle engagement—which one would you prefer to get your dream hair done? Both are experts in achieving the desired look, but their names and professions may confuse the customer. So if you are looking to style, cut, or color your hair for your wedding, then this guide will help you choose the perfect match for your dream hair.

What are a hairdresser and a hair stylist?

A hairdresser, in general terms, is a professional individual who is into hair styling, hair extensions, cutting, and coloring the hair. They are skilled at working with almost all types of textures and types of hair. For men and women, they excel in almost every hairdressing technique.

Hair stylists are more into styling the hair, as the name suggests. For every occasion, especially weddings, red carpet events, photoshoots, and parties, they are skilled at creating appealing hair styles. Braided bun, centered ponytail, minimalistic bun, knotted bun, pearl braid, and many more hair styling options are available to make you a royal queen.

They use tools like hair straighteners, curlers, and many more to turn the simple hair look into a mesmerizing one that turns heads.

Tips to consider if you are confused about what to choose for your wedding: a hairdresser and a hair stylist

Weddings are a special event, and after the dress selection for the events, now is the time to look drop-dead gorgeous with perfect styling of hair. After makeup, now it is time to look for someone who can get your hair done.

Hair is the first thing that every professional makeup artist does before starting the makeup. So it is a fundamental step to find for yourself the suitable hairdresser and hair stylist to stay one step ahead.

But the other daunting task is choosing among the two—the hairdresser and the hair stylist—for the wedding. These are tips that will help you make this process effortless. Keep reading.

Find your purpose

It is important for a bride to know what goals she wants to achieve with her hair. Whether you want to color, style, or cut the hair to bring it into the desired shape or add a sophisticated color to the hair,

Once you find the main goals or purpose, this won’t trouble you in deciding the right one among the both.

Ready to pay?

The budget plays a major role in deciding because a wedding event itself is an expensive thing. The price of the hair stylist and hairdresser may vary, and the hairstylist charges more than the hairdresser. So it is important to evaluate the budget and then make choices.

Go through their experience portfolio.

Once you have decided which one to choose for your wedding, it is now important to draw your eyes towards their work portfolio. Their past work experience, community of clients, feedback, and social media page Review them all at once, and then make a decision about whether they meet your expectations or not.

Trial sessions

Meeting in person during a trial session will give you a brief gist of the precision, quality, and knowledge in this industry. Always prefer quality over price if you want to grab attention at your special event. In most of the hair salons, the trial sessions are free, so you can book a free session.

Reviews and recommendations

Ask your family members, friends, or colleagues, and they will suggest the best options and also the list of the best industry experts in the hair industry. But don’t rely on them; examine yourself and find the perfect match for your wedding.

Why do you need a best hair stylist in Pune?

Every person’s hair type is different, but it can only be managed by a professional hair stylist. They are professional individuals who are adept at creating multiple styles of hair for traditional events, parties, and any other function. In order to get the epitome of elegance with the hair in the wedding, there is a need for the collaborative efforts of you and your hair stylist.

Here is why you need a hair stylist for yourself:

Enhance the look of the bride.

They keep track of all the trendy looks and suggest the most suitable one.

Boost the confidence.

Ready to help you with personalized advice

It helps to manage the hair style for all long events.

Where can I get the most stylish hair styling services in Pune?

Most of us make the hair do a secondary thing, but that is the major thing that creates a big impact. In order to get the best suitable hair done for a wedding, Pallavi is the best professional hair artist who offers hair styling services in Pune for customers. Along with the makeup, she is proficient in bringing the finest makeover of hair and suitable braids for every occasion.So if you are someone who is looking for the best hair and Pune makeup artist, then connect with her to bring charm and self-reliance through sophisticated hair.

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parchmentedpetrichor · 3 years ago

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➳the search party ❦

in which there is much one-sided pining after a mystery girl saves fred weasley in the battle of hogwarts. the reader helps him search for her but what fred doesn't know is the girl is y/n l/n, his flatmate.

fred weasley x fem!reader

word count: ±1.6k

tw: mentions of the war

ft. the reader's very good acting skills

and all the pieces fall

right into place

the search party

the last thing fred remembered of the girl who held the wall up was her gaze. under the dimness of the world around them, he could tell she was on a mission. her eyes were cold and determined. her ponytail had swerved violently and that was the last time he ever saw her. or so he thought.

he didn't know that the very girl sat opposite to him, munching happily on icecream with a satisfied smile on her face, curiously drinking in the very familiar view of hogsmeade.

y/n l/n kept two secrets from him. the first was the massive crush she had had on him ever since he had left to open the joke shop, and the second, well, it was that she was the girl he had claimed that had saved him.

she had listened to his tales of pining after the girl with a bittersweet mood. he'd probably lose all romantic feelings when he discovered that the girl was her. if she was anyone else but her, she'd find herself very unpleasant.

he had suggested that they go on a trip to hogsmeade one sunday to possibly find the girl. with a little hesitation, she'd agreed.

for the most part, playing clueless was easy, especially when you knew everything he didn't.

there was just one problem. he only knew her by her gaze. y/n scoffed quietly to herself. fred was probably the most dreamy out of the both of them, surprisingly, considering y/n's terribly romantic thoughts that she had conjured from her lifetime of watching her friends absolutely fall in love with people.

☆

they watch the people that pass with a sort of hidden interest.

y/n doesn't even bother trying to find the girl, instead observing every passerbyer with interest, analysing them quickly.

"d'ya think she's here or maybe in london?"

y/n shrugs, "anything's possible in a world of people. if it's fate, it'll happen."

"none of these people have the look in their eyes!"

"well that look did happen in the war, so it must've been a special type of condition that caused her to have the gaze," y/n offers.

"yeah, i think so."

they fall back into a comfortable silence.

fred now has a sneaking suspicion that y/n knows who it might be. right now, she's wearing sunglasses though. he can't tell anything.

"she's got the same sort of hair," fred nods his head in the way of a girl with her hair up.

y/n nods, "wanna approach her?"

"nah, she's looking over here."

"quick, avert your gaze subtly."

"okay, okay. i don't see why though. is my gaze not smouldering enough?"

y/n laughs, "it's creepy for sure."

"you wound me."

"truth hurts, freddie."

they watch as the girl watches them with narrowed eyes.

"that's definitely not her. she had pretty eyes," fred ponders.

"maybe you could post a note of some sort on the joke shop?" y/n jokes, "girl wanted, strong gaze, ponytail, saved me in the war?"

she laughs at his disgruntled expression as he folds his arms.

"maybe i should."

y/n bursts out laughing again, "i was joking!"

"i wasn't!"

she shakes her head, "suit yourself."

"why, i do have a suit!"

"it's an expression, dummy."

"how am i supposed to know?"

"you just do!"

"extremely helpful."

"that i am, mister."

this type of playful banter continues into the night, as they occasionally walk up to strangers to check their 'gaze'.

the search is unsuccessful, and soon y/n needs to get to her job at flourish and botts, where she works as the manager on the nights of weekdays, whilst she works as head of magical wellbeing at the ministry from monday to saturday.

"hi mister boris!" she says as she fiddles with an apron, open up the cash register and sorting the new stock.

"bonjour y/n," he says distractedly, frantically searching for something, "have you by la chance seen the book of french for wizards?"

y/n nods, immediately climbing a different shelf and hands him the leather bound cover.

"this is why i hired you. excellent."

"you hired me because i could find books...?"

"you were in here too much tes jours d'école."

"it's a nice place," she gives him a small smile.

"ahh, the weasley boy from just down the road, he came up to me and asked me if i knew of a girl with a ponytail, and when angry, has the prettiest eyes. say, it does sound like you, oui?"

"non," she answers in an easy manner, "not at all."

"and how come, mademoiselle?"

"it is not."

"well i do hear angeliqua johnson saying something, oui, what was it? sauveuse, perhaps that is like tu?"

she laughs, "you got me. angie's right. i dunno how she knows though."

"so it is you! comme c'est excitant! how exciting!"

"not really, boris."

"how so?"

"he's looking for her! imagine how disappointed he'll be when he finds out she's me!"

"eh?"

"it's half true, i guess. it's not exciting, but the story's very well real."

"i n’y a pas de verités moyennes. there are no half truths, mademoiselle."

"very sophisticated, boris." y/n rolls her eyes and continues to dust the shelves.

at the end of her shift, it's almost 10p.m.

she closes up and is surprised to find it's raining.

smiling to herself, she walks in the rain happily, enjoying the beautiful ambience of hogsmeade in night rain.

a tap on her shoulder brings her out of her thoughts. she stands face to face with cormac mclaggen.

unbeknownst to her, fred stands watching the exchange.

"hello, mclaggen."

"nice night, isn't it, darling?"

y/n sighs, "what do you want?"

"i want your company."

"no, goodbye. come to chase another girl who won't give you what you want?"

he scoffs, "i get all that i want. every single girl."

"get out of my face mclaggen," her tone is dangerous and hard. fred can tell she isn't angry just yet.

"as soon as you accept my date request."

"the first words you spoke to me, mclaggen, was 'you are a miserable beauty'. what makes you think i'll ever accept?"

"well just look at you, all pretty and vanilla-"

"get out of my way," she snaps, "all pretty and vanilla is out of your league."

fred watches as her eyes turn cold and furious, before she turns away with a swish of her ponytail, sparing one last cold glance at cormac and walks quickly away.

he's struck with realisation. he's seen that expression before. he's seen the hair before. those pretty eyes that gleam ominously. it's the girl. she's the girl. suddenly everything comes into place.

he doesn't know how or why or when exactly.

all he knows is that he loves y/n. and she's the one he's been looking for after all.

he runs after her. "y/n!"

"mclaggen just get out!" she turns to face him with those eyes, and that hair.

her eyes soften at the sight of him. they turn a bit lighter.

"oh, hi freddie."

"why didn't you tell me?"

"what?" y/n fiddles with her jumper hem. he can't know, can he?

"that all this time, we've been searching for you!"

she looks dismayed, "uh huh. yeap."

"why did you keep it secret?"

"i did think of telling you, but y'know, i played it out all in my head, and you seemed very excited and all, i didn't want to ruin it by just telling you this magnificent love story," she put quotation marks, "was with me. if i were you, i'd be disappointed, so i just let you go on with the nice fantasy. and whilst i'm spilling all my secrets i might as well get it all out. i like you maybe more than i should. and so it would hurt twice as much if you reacted badly to it and, and-"

she's cut off by a kiss on her lips.

her eyes widen. when they both pull out of the kiss, he chuckles at how surprised she is.

"what?"

"i like you too."

"so you're not mad?"

"no, just never keep a secret from me again."

"okay."

"and you need to promise me something."

"what is it?"

"that you'll be my girlfriend."

she smiles, "okay."

"that's it?"

"yup. okay."

she's grinning as she places a kiss on his nose, having to balance on her tiptoes to reach him. he blushes.

"and thank you."

"for?"

"saving me, loving me."

"always, freddie."

#fredweasley #fred weasley x y/n #frederick weasley #fred weasley x reader #gryffindor #hansel and gretel #fanfic #harry potter #hogwarts #hufflepuff #angelina johnson #alicia spinnet #y/n #harrypotter #hogsmeade #battle of hogwarts

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yan-senna · 3 years ago

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Shooting Star Pt. 3 (SS)

By yan-senna

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Introduction:

This one shot contains Severus Snape x Muggle from our world! reader. I only own Y/N who is about 20 years old.

Here’s part 1 and part 2 of the one shot.

This is a request from Akira06AGL on Wattpad.

Severus Snape brings Y/N Y/L/N to Hogwarts where she meets Dumbledore and McGonagall. The Potions Master will regret that as his colleagues turn out to have a bet.

I hope you enjoy!

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Word count: 1.4k

Published: 2/22/2022

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It’s been a week since Snape last saw Y/N Y/L/N. He did as he promised - he went to watch her performance the very next day.

Of course, he disguised himself so no one could recognise him as Severus Snape from the Harry Potter series. He has no idea what would have happened if people knew who he was.

He simply wore black Muggle clothing, had his hair up in a small ponytail and wore sunglasses. It seemed to be enough as no one recognised him.

During the performance, Snape was absolutely amazed by her singing voice, just like he was the day before when he went to Y/N’s home where she and her friends were practising.

Once the performance was done, everybody clapped - even the Potions Master.

He went to congratulate her, telling her how excellent the performance was. The young woman blushed which amused Snape quite a bit.

He also smirked when she accidentally admitted how good-looking he was in his disguise.

Who would have thought that her cheeks could turn any redder?

He offered that he could take her to Hogwarts the week after. She gladly accepted. In fact, she was so excited that she threw her arms around him.

He merely chuckled at her, slowly hugging her back as no one he knew saw it.

Fast forward, Snape is getting ready to apparate to her apartment. He’s in his private chambers, making sure that he’s looking decent.

He washed his hair this morning just for her.

Now that the Dark Lord is gone and he’s no longer stressed, he has actually started to somewhat take care of himself.

However, he still does have stressed days as the Potions Master… Teaching dunderheads is his least favourite time of the day.

Once he’s ready, he finally apparates. As he walks towards her room, he hears humming. When he peeks inside the room as the door is open, he sees Y/N brushing her hair before braiding it.

He can’t help but think how beautiful she looks - she’s wearing a green dress and a black cardigan.

When she notices him through the mirror, she smiles.

“Oh, hi, Mr. Snape” she says as she greets him, turning around to face him.

Snape chuckles as he approaches her. “Hello. Well, considering that we kissed the last time I was here, I think first names are in order. However, not in front of others” he warns.

He can already see Dumbledore and McGonagall’s teasing faces…

The young woman giggles before nodding. “I understand… Severus” she says, his name sounding like honey once it leaves her lips.

“Good. By the way, you look… stunning, Y/N” he confesses.

She blushes at his words. “T-thank you” she shyly says.

He stretches out his hand for her to grab. Once she does so, he apparates them to Hogsmeade.

They walk towards the castle for a while as they talk. Snape tries not to show how nervous he is.

Yes, that’s right - the scary Potions Master of Hogwarts is nervous.

Ever since he first met Y/N, he has slowly fallen for the girl. He couldn’t help but think of her every day as they were getting closer and closer to defeating the Dark Lord, all thanks to her.

Now that she’s here, he’s rather nervous. Nervous that he will mess up so she will never want to see him again. He really doesn’t want that to happen.

He’s also quite nervous about how much the Headmaster and Deputy Headmistress will tease him today…

Once they reach the castle, he holds the door for her to enter. Thanking him, she immediately does so, looking so excited to be here.

As they are headed to the Headmaster’s office, Y/N can’t help but admire the place. Snape has to gently grab her arm in order for her to keep up with him.

Just as they finally reach the golden gargoyle, three particular Gryffindor teenagers show up.

Snape groans. Great, just his luck.

“Hi, welcome to Hogwarts. You must be Y/N Y/L/N, right? Thank you for helping us defeat Voldemort. We really appreciate it” Harry Potter says as he smiles.

Y/N smiles back. “You are welcome-“ she says just as Snape clears his throat.

“If you will excuse us, Potter, the Headmaster wishes to speak to her” he growls.

He quickly mutters the password, grabs Y/N’s arm and drags her up the stairs as quickly as he can. They leave three surprised Gryffindors behind.

“Bloody hell, what’s his problem?” Ron Weasley exclaims.

Hermione Granger slightly smirks, having an idea.

“He’s probably on a busy schedule. Come on, let’s head to Herbology. The lesson starts soon” she reminds them as she leaves. Shrugging, the two boys follow her.

As they walk up the stairs, Y/N chuckles at the Potions Master. “Are you okay, Severus?” she asks, having a feeling that they weren’t busy at all.

Snape sighs. “I’m fine, Potter and his friends just had lessons to attend to. We can’t have them be late” he mutters.

Finally, they enter the office.

Dumbledore’s eyes sparkle. “Hello, Ms. Y/L/N. It’s an honour to finally meet you” he states, greeting the girl.

“Indeed it is. Welcome to Hogwarts” McGonagall says, smiling.

Y/N smiles back. “Thank you, it’s an honour to meet you as well. I’m so happy to be here” she tells them.

The Headmaster conjures three chairs and gestures for them to sit down. They do so as he sits on his own chair.

“We do hope that you will enjoy your stay. I wish to thank you for all your help, we couldn’t have defeated Lord Voldemort this early if it wasn’t for you” Dumbledore says as he retrieves a box.

“Would you like a lemon drop?” he offers.

Snape rolls his eyes. Him and his lemon drops...

“I would love to, thank you” she says as she grabs one.

Once it’s in her mouth, she immediately feels the sour taste which can be seen by her expression.

It’s not too bad, but she definitely wouldn’t eat them as often as the Headmaster does.

McGonagall can’t help but slightly chuckle at the girl’s reaction. This is why most people decline his lemon drops - he likes them extra sour.

She then clears her throat. “We would like to invite you to the dinner feast. There is an extra seat as we still need a new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor this year” she says as she sighs.

Just as Snape is about to open his mouth, Dumbledore stops him.

“Don’t worry, Severus. If you still wish to teach it, I can ask a former professor to take over Potions. Hopefully, Horace Slughorn won’t mind as Lord Voldemort is gone once and for all” the Headmaster states.

Snape blinks a few times. He can finally teach the subject he has always wanted to teach?!

Y/N chuckles when seeing his surprised face. “I would love to stay for dinner” she replies.

“We are so glad to hear that. I’m sure Severus won’t mind you sitting next to him” McGonagall states, giving her younger colleague a teasing look.

Huffing, Snape rises from his seat. “Well, why don’t I show you around?” he offers the girl, wanting to get away from his colleagues.

The girl smiles as she nods, rising from her seat as well.

Before they can leave, Dumbledore’s eyes sparkle once more.

“Oh, and by the way - how was the kiss?” the Headmaster questions.

Snape’s cheeks instantly turn bright red.

Blushing as well, Y/N doesn’t even get to decide between replying or asking how in the world he knew about the kiss as Snape quickly grabs her arm - the two of them leave in a hurry.

As they run down the stairs while Y/N giggles, they can still clearly hear the Headmaster and Head of Gryffindor’s conversation.

“Well, that answers my question quite well if I may say so. I think you owe me fifteen Galleons, Minerva” Dumbledore states.

McGonagall loudly huffs as the sound of money can be heard.

“I was sure he wouldn’t kiss her before coming here… The boy is surely in love, huh?” she says. You can easily sense her smirk by the tone in her voice.

For the rest of the day, Snape shows Y/N around… in his private chambers, away from everyone else.

He calls for a house elf to bring them dinner. He does not want to meet Dumbledore and McGonagall’s teasing looks and remarks in the Great Hall.

While being alone, Snape and Y/N admit to each other how much they enjoyed the kiss. A kiss that was possible all thanks to a shooting star.

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Author’s note:

There will be a part four on 4/11/2022!

The next one shot is “You Lost Your Chance” (LM, SS).

Taglist:

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brigadeleadxr · 2 years ago

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LAYER ONE: THE OUTSIDE.

name: HARUHI SUZUMIYA !

eye color: brown //looks yellowy in the show

hair style/color: dark brown hair just above shoulders. tied with yellow ribbon

height: 5′2″

clothing style: north high school uniform on weekdays. otherwise typically bright, comfy & casual clothes

best physical feature: evil smile that go ‘ >:) ’

LAYER TWO: THE INSIDE.

your fears: living a boring life ! anything happening to the brigade

your guilty pleasure: putting hair in ponytail

your ambitions for the future: TO FIND ALIENS, TIME TRAVELERS, AND ESPERS, AND HAVE FUN WITH THEM !

LAYER THREE: THOUGHTS.

your first thoughts waking up: h u n g r y

what you think about most: "WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO TODAY?”

what you think about before bed: "WHAT ARE WE GONNA DO TOMORROW?”

what you think your best quality is: EXCELLENT leader >:)

WHAT’S BETTER?

single or group dates: Group !

to be loved or respected: Both ! NO COMPROMISE !

beauty or brains: Brains

dogs or cats: cats

LAYER FIVE: DO YOU…

lie: Usually shoots from the hip. Confidently wrong? yes. Not above lying to get something she wants though.

believe in yourself: Naturally

believe in love: "Love is just a temporary lapse in judgement.”

want someone: um no

LAYER SIX: EVER BEEN…

been on stage: yes. killed it actually.

done drugs: no????????????????

changed who you were to fit in: the direct antithesis of this

LAYER SEVEN: FAVORITES.

favorite color: yellow

favorite animal: dragons???? loch ness monster??? cats are pretty cool too though

favorite movie: THE ADVENTURES OF MIKURU ASAHINA 00

favorite game: any game i can win p much

LAYER EIGHT: AGE.

day your next birthday will be: October 8

how old will you be: sophomore?

age you lost your virginity: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

does age matter: age does matter.

LAYER NINE: IN A PERSON.

best personality: not human

best eye color: don’t matter

best hair color: don’t matter

best thing to do with a partner: something FUN. also they buy me food

LAYER TEN: FINISH THE SENTENCE.

i love: "my friends.”

i feel: "melancholic” //c’mon it as right there

i hide: "nothing.” vulnerabilities

i miss: "summer vacation! ”

i wish: " the aliens would just abduct me already”

Tagged by: @stovthearted yesss thank you thank you Tagging: @veiliisms, @digitalworid, @tricksheart, @politesper, @slayersaided, @victoryclaimed

#*♔( tag games ) eccentricities #*♔( queue ) you’re late! PENALTY!

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barbarianprncess · 4 years ago

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“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” and “Nobody’s seen you in days.” that would be inchresting 👀👀

for mari my beloved,

(aka @chironshorseass )

as you know this sort of got away from me. one second i was writing a drabble of angst, the next I'm on the 16th page with no end in sight. so this maybe isn’t what you were expecting but have 5k of post-botl/pre-tlo pining idiot besties who are in love :).

(also this hasn’t been beta’d and i'm welcome to volunteers i just finished and got so excited i had to post.)

(dear one anon who asked for 'forget it you're a fucking asshole' too, if you're reading this, don't worry yours is coming too i promise)

(final s/o to @posallys for letting me scream about them)

24 hours

read on ao3

enjoy <3

...

Percy is fucking exhasted.

He was supposed to be back at camp four days ago. The deal was he’d spend weekdays at camp to plan and train and weekends at home to relax. But, he kept putting it off, opting to keep the weight on his chest that’d been pushing him down since last summer bearable, and not crushing the way it always was at camp. So, when he gets through the barrier, aside from nodding hello to Beckendorph and Silena, he makes a beeline to his cabin. He manages to keep his eyes down until he’s standing at his porch steps- and that when he sees her.

Annabeth is pacing on his balcony. She’s wearing jean shorts and her camp shirt, but instead of her typical ponytail her hair is in two intricate braids that reach her breastbone. She’s muttering to herself and wringing her hands together and for a moment Percy forgets. He forgets the past year and all the arguing and the bitterness and he sees Annabeth is worried about something and he reaches out as if to hold her. To wrap his arms around her and tell her that everything is going to be alright.

But then he remembers.

He retracts his hands.

He clears his throat and Annabeth startles. Her grey eyes are as intense as ever and he can almost see her defences come up. He hates that it's because of him. Annabeth is the first to break the silence.

“Hey.” Her voice is small but clear. Not yet vulnerable, but gives Percy the sense that it could be soon.

“What’re you doing here?” He isn’t sure he said it out loud until she ducks her head and flushes.

“Nobody’s seen you in days.” It’s not the accusation he expects. It's also not an answer to his question. Just an observation.

“I’m here now.” He says it like it’s an invitation. He then becomes incredibly aware that he's still looking up at her from the bottom of the steps, so he grabs his duffel, bounds up the stairs, and opens his cabin door. He hesitates and meets her eye with another silent question. She answers by stepping inside.

He drops his bag by his bed and turns on the light. The air is charged with unasked questions and unfinished conversations. He can’t stand it. He’s about to attempt small talk when she says something that nearly knocks down where he stands.

“I miss you.” She’s wringing her hands again and she won’t look him in the eye, but takes his silence as confusion.

“That’s what I came here to say, that I miss you.”

Percy isn’t sure what to say. Percy isn’t sure this conversation is really happening, she’s broken so many of the fragile rules they’d been following all year. He’s 98% sure this is a really vivid daydream to cope with…. well everything.

He decides that on the off chance this is real he should play it safe so, he states the obvious.

“I’m here. We’re here, together. We’re together and-” She cuts him off and begins to ramble.

“Strained and awkward and it's like there’s this chasm between us of all these things from last summer. From our kiss, to you dying, and then you not dying, and Rachel, and Luke, and Luke being Not-Luke, and it’s like we can’t have a conversation anymore and that sucks ‘cause..”

She pauses for the first time to look up at him and her eyes are shining.

“You’re kinda my best friend. And I miss you. Everything sucks and I'm tired of fighting. And I really miss you.”

Percy’s too shocked to say anything. It occurs to him that he should respond but he can’t find the words. All the unspoken rules they had in place and Annabeth had just steamrolled right through them. Percy realizes his mistake in staying silent as Annabeth flushes and turns to leave.

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.” And oh no Annabeth had just swallowed her pride (which he knows better than anyone is no easy feat) to say everything he’d wanted to hear and he can’t let her walk away.

“I miss you too.” The words tumble out of him, clunky and a little awkward but earnest. Annabeth stops and faces him, eyes suspicious in the way that breaks his heart a little bit.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Really.”

Annabeth exhales and shoots him a tremulous smile he hasn’t seen in forever, and oh he’d forgotten what it did to his chest when she did. Before he does something stupid like tell her he thinks her smile is the best this he’s ever seen, he clears his throat.

“So…. this chasm you said, what do you propose we do about it?”

“24 hours. For 24 hours everything that I listed before is a non-issue. After that we can go back to…..whatever it is we’re doing now. One day, where we’re just two friends spending a day at camp together..”

“Best friends.” He corrects without thinking. She rolls her eyes, and he almost giggles because he’d missed her eyerolls too.

She holds out her hand to shake, all business-like and gods he missed her.

“Best friends. 24 hours.”

He takes her hand. Her shake is firm, her palms are warm, her eyes are bright, and she is beautiful.

“Where do we start?”

...

Apparently it starts with homework.

After he asked where they’d begin, Annabeth had flashed him a wicked grin, damn-near dragged him off the porch, and made a beeline to the Big House. Before last summer, Annabeth had been “tutoring” him. Once a week they’d head down to the Big House and spend hours combing through myths and legends, practicing Ancient Greek, and all things Demigod 101. It probably wasn’t ever that useful considering Percy barely remembered any of it, but Annabeth had always insisted. After last summer they’d non-verbally decided to take a break from it (eachother), and they’d never started back up.

Usually he’d halfheartedly complain that it was pointless and say some form of ‘I know enough to not die and that's good enough for me’ every five minutes, but today he nods dutifully along as Annabeth talks animatedly about Orpheus, and Theseus, and all the other -eus’s. He’ll ask a dumb question that they both know he knows the answer to, but she answers him anyway. He watches the wisps of hair that refused to be tied down, and counts the tiny sunspots across her nose and the way she wrinkles her eyebrow when she forgets a name.

It’s not terrible. It’s kinda the opposite. He’d forgotten that she made studying not terrible.

He’s so screwed.

...

The stables are almost empty when they get there.

After 2 hours of studying, (one hour of studying, one hour of laughing and talking and calling it studying) Annabeth declared it was his turn to pick the activity. Tired of sitting still Percy lands on tending to the pegasi. It was one of his favorite things about camp plus he got to teach Annabeth something for once. Annabeth was comfortable enough around them but she never spent anytime with them that she didn’t have to.

When they entered the barn, Blackjack gave him a look and he blushed remembering all the times he’d come to the stables with Beckendorph to vent about how much he missed Annabeth, (He didn’t even know horses could give looks but here we are) and silently told him it was a long story and to be cool. Annabeth had stopped next to one of the cleaning stations and was looking at him expectantly. He cleared his throat and they got to work. He showed her how to brush them and how to get tangles out of their manes, where to scritch them and where not to scratch them. He showed her how to check their feathers and make sure their wings were healthy and how to get them to be still enough to check.

Annabeth was excellent with them, gentle hands and kind eyes. Whenever she approached one she would look them in the eye and talk to them like the intelligent creatures they were. Each time she got started taking care of a new steed she’d gently reach for the muzzle and say in a soothing voice:

“Hi, my name is Annabeth and I'm going to groom you today. Don’t worry, I'm friends with Percy, and he taught me exactly how to take care of you. If I’m doing something wrong, let him know and he’ll tell me how to fix it. I promise I’ll do my best to make sure you feel like a brand new pegasus.”

Frankly, it was fucking adorable.

Pork-pie had taken a special liking to Annabeth, telepathically asking Percy if she could groom him more often. When he told this to Annabeth she’d beamed and enthusiastically agreed to come down whenever she could. Percy had off-handedly suggested that they take them out for a bit and Annabeth immediately started to release Pork-Pie from his stall.

They flew over camp for what could’ve been minutes or hours. He was lucky that Blackjack could fly himself because Percy couldn’t take his eyes off his flying partner. Her braids held firm, but a few rebellious curls were now whipping with the wind. The atmosphere combined with the speed they were flying, made her cheeks red and splotchy. Her smile is brighter than the sun, and eyes- gods her eyes were going to be the death of him. The sun and her mood (he had this theory that her eyes changed color based on her emotions) had made them almost blue, they are full of laughter, and Percy adores her. And when she directs her sunshine-smile at him, Percy can’t help but smile back.

(He doesn’t stop smiling until they land.)

...

As they're putting their pegusi back in their stalls, Blackjack decides to give him some advice.

“I know I don’t understand all of your fragile human emotions, but I know enough. There’s a lot of bad in this world of ours, and from what you’ve told me about this war business it's only gonna get worse. You gotta make the most of the good.” He tilts his head over to Annabeth who is cooing at a preening Pork-Pie.

“You and ladyboss, you’re good together. And really nothing else matters.”

He doesn’t have time to even think about a response when Annabeth is walking over from Pork-Pie’s stall, and telling him it's time for a picnic.

...

(“What did Blackjack say to you? You looked kinda flustered when I got you.” Percy almost drops the plate he’s piling with food from the buffet. He’s gotten three pointedly confused looks at the sight of him and Annabeth together and not strangling each other and a thumbs-up from Grover. He and Annabeth are getting their food and then they’ll go sit by the beach.

“Oh,” He clears his throat and goes with the first thing he thinks of. “Blackjack calls you ladyboss.” Good that's good, not technically a lie either.

“Huh. Weird.” Annabeth, seemingly satisfied with this, returns her attention to the grapes she is adding to her plate.)

...

“Where do you go?” Annabeth asks. She’s sitting next to him in the sand brushing crumbs off her fingers. They had been eating and watching the ocean in comfortable silence and Percy furrows his eyebrows in confusion. “Lots of days when you’re at camp for lunch and sometimes dinner you just disappear for hours. And I know you aren’t going home because your stuff is still in your cabin. Where do you go?”

It’s not an accusation, just a question. Percy gets the feeling she doesn’t want to know so she can disturb, she just worries. Percy knows her. He knows she’s always planning for the worst and she needs to be able to get to him if there's an emergency.

(It strikes him that she notices when he disappears and he feels guilty but also just a little hopeful. Because she misses him as much as he misses her.)

He stacks their plates and rests them on the blanket they’d been sharing. Percy stands up and holds out his hand, gesturing for Annabeth to do the same.

“C’mon, I’ll show you.”

...

He tells her to close her eyes. She gives him a skeptical look but obliges and holds out her hands, a silent request for him to guide her. It’s almost easier to take her hands in his without those trademark eyes on him. But it’s not any less intense. As soon as their fingers interlock sparks of electricity lick up his arm. Now that her eyes are closed he can look at her face up close without fear. Her curls had gotten more unruly as the day went on, and the ringlets that framed her face blew lightly in the ocean breeze. He leads her slowly towards the ocean, using his powers to dry any spot she walks on. He sees her brows furrow when she notices how far they’ve walked towards the ocean without their feet getting wet, but she doesn’t say anything. He parts the water for her to walk through, and when the water rises above their heads, he forms an air bubble that moves with them, keeping them dry. When they get to a good spot, squeezes her hand signaling for her to stop with him, but tells her to keep her eyes closed. Then he closes his eyes with her and calls out to the ocean's creatures, making himself a beacon.

Here I am, he thinks. The son of Poseidon.

Come to me.

Minutes pass.

“You can open your eyes now.” He whispers.

She does, and lets out a soft gasp, “Oh, Percy.”

He smiles and looks out at the scene before them. He’d come down here after a particularly bad day and just wanted to sit in silence. It was an accident, calling the creatures to him. Subconsciously, he must have sent a message along that he was feeling alone. And all sorts of sea creatures - from greek monsters and to great white sharks to your average cod had flocked to him. And he didn’t feel so alone. So now, whenever he couldn’t take the human world, he’d come down here and talk to the fish.

This time he’d actually concentrated on getting a message out and they did not disappoint. He couldn’t count all the animals that had heeded his call but it was a sight to behold. He had willed some glowing coral from the deeper ocean to stay in that spot, which created a multicolored tint to everything around them.

Normally they come right up close to him, but this time they were hesitant. And as he listened to the creatures and heard more than a few whispers of Athena and stranger, he’s suddenly reminded that she’s the only person he’s ever done this with. It’s his favorite place, and she is the only other person ever to see it.

“It's okay guys, she’s a friend.” He reassures them. When he looked back at Annabeth, her mouth was still hung open and she was staring out at the scene in front of them in wonder. He smiles at her dazed silence and uses the hand he’s still holding to tug her up to the barrier of the bubble. The first creature willing to accept Annabeth is a baby spotted dolphin. He swims towards the clumsily with eager fins and pokes at the barrier with it’s snout. Annabeth's eyes widen in fear and look up at him and it takes a second to realize she isn’t afraid of the animal, but of their bubble popping.

“Don’t worry, the bubble won’t break unless I break it myself, and it’ll last however long I want it to.” He reassures her. He senses her hesitation so he guides her hand up to meet the snout of the baby dolphin who seems fascinated with Annabeth herself. He reaches his snout and head bumps directly into the spot on the bubble where her palm is placed.

Annabeth lets out a laugh, the kind of laugh that sort of bubbles out of you without warning and it’s the best thing Percy’s ever heard. He watches as the shock fades for her features and she pets the infant creature through the sheen of bubble keeping them dry. The animals begin to warm up to Annabeth as well, and as soon as they figure out she’s not some evil Athena agent sent to destroy the ocean, they join in on the fun. Hundreds of ocean creatures of all sizes begin doing tricks, nuzzling up to the flexible barrier, all vying for Annabeth’s attention. Annabeth herself is happy to oblige. Ever consistent, she introduces herself to each creature she meets. She smiles and laughs and reaches out to all the animals she can. Percy is happy simply to watch her and keep the bubble up but then she turns to him, eyebrow drawn together in concern, pointing to a particularly awnry seahorse, and asks what it's saying.

“He says his name is Frank and that he’s ‘too pregnant for this shit.’”

Annabeth stares blankly.

“His words not mine.” Percy offers hands up in surrender.

Then she snorts and then they’re laughing, they’re laughing harder than they have in years, and it's that kind of hysterical laugh where everything around them makes it more funny, and soon Percy’s clutching his stomach and Annabeth is beet red. As soon as it subsides enough to get words out Annabeth is shaking his arm saying “Do that one! What's he saying? Oh my gods what even is that? Does that one like me? That ones majestic, what's his name? Oh Percy, look!! Look at that one!”

So he translates and they laugh and he teaches her different species and Annabeth nods along like it’s very important stuff. She pets the baby dolphin through the bubble and listens intently to all the animals telling her stories, even though she can’t understand a word until Percy tells her what they said. And when it’s time to go he sees the tears in her eyes and tells Percy to promise the baby that she’ll visit all the time, even though they both know she can’t.

(Apparently the baby dolphins name is Arnold, and according to his mother, he was so enthralled by Annabeth because when he first saw her he thought she was an angel.)

(Percy thinks he��s not too far off.)

...

(“That was incredible Percy. Thank you so much for sharing that with me.” They had been walking in silence as they made their way back to camp using the bubble, enjoying the afterglow of their adventure.

“Yeah, of course.” She smiles at him and looks ahead.

He’s not sure why he does it but without looking at her he reaches out and ever so carefully, and brushes her fingertips with his.

Her breath hitches, but she doesn’t say anything.

Then suddenly, miraculously, her hand tilts and their fingers are interlocked.

And there's no pretense of guiding her somewhere, they’re just….holding hands.

And it's perfect.)

...

Percy thinks if he’s not in love with her, he’s pretty damn close.

Because this feeling, the one he gets in his chest when he looks at her, is what love feels like.

...

When they resurface, they’re met with twinkling lights and the last three stragglers singing softly at the campfire. It’s almost time for lights out.

Oh.

Oh no.

Annabeth seems to be coming to the same realization, as she clears her throat and lets go of his hand. He misses her fingers immediately.

“So, I guess we should start heading to bed.” She looks at him, hopeful but he’s stuck. Stuck in the feeling of dread at the idea of waking up tomorrow and not having his best friend. Suddenly the idea of leaving her side is so unbearable he can’t speak.

“Goodnight, Percy.” She’s turning around and backing away when the words lodged in his throat come unstuck.

“8 in the morning.” She turns giving him a ‘what are you on about’ look.

“That when you came and got me at 8 in the morning. We agreed on 24 hours. It's only been 12.”

She smiles slow and wide, “You know you're right, that math checks out.”

“We had very clear terms. We even shook on it.”

“Yes we did.”, she nods gravely. “It’s a binding agreement, we can’t just ignore it.”

“So what do we do?”

She flashes a wicked grin. “You aren’t the only one with a secret spot.”

...

Percy arrives in the Big House 20 minutes after curfew was called, exactly as Annabeth had instructed. He felt her presence before she re-materialized in front of him and in a low conspiratorial whisper tells him to follow her.

They sneak down to the basement and Percy is confused when she keeps walking towards the corner. She lifts up a floorboard and starts climbing down a ladder. She beckons him to join her and when he makes it down the ladder, he can’t help the smile that breaks out. It’s a sort of underground attic, complete with a worn dusty couch, blankets and an old TV.

“I found it my first year at camp by accident. I was down doing chores and one of the broom strings got caught under it. I didn’t have many friends except for….” She lets him fill in the blank rather than say the name out loud. “And when he wanted to be with kids his own age, I’d come here. There's only five movies down here and I memorized them.” She looks down at her shoes. “I know it’s not the sea floor but..”

“Are you kidding? It’s awesome. What are the movies?”

They dig around and end up finding two more that apparently seven-year-old Annabeth did not think worth the time. They watch Die Hard first, (“Oh my Gods I can't believe you haven’t watched Die Hard. This is a travesty. It’s a classic Annabeth.”) then Pulp Fiction, ("I can’t believe it, all the shit you gave me for not seeing Die Hard, and you haven’t Pulp Fiction?? You absolute heathen!") and Clueless. ("What? It has to be full of violence and toxic masculinity to be good? It’s a good movie Percy, shut-up.") Before he knows it, it’s 3:54 am shaking with hysterical silent laugher at Annabeth's impression of Dionysus.

“Oh my gods oh-OH! Do you know what we’ve got to do?”

“Uh-oh, what?”

She grins impishly and a little deliriously. “We’ve gotta go to our spot.”

“Ah, of course. Yes, our spot, totally.” He says in a voice he hopes is neutral, in an effort to gage if she’s serious.

“Oh my gods.” She gasps, offended.

“What.”

“I can’t believe this.”

“You can’t believe what?”

“You forgot our spot.”

“I’m sorry Annabeth, until four seconds ago I wasn’t aware we had a spot.”

“Oh my gods. I can not believe this-” He can tell she’s messing with him, and not actually mad.

“Annabeth, just tell me where it is.”

“I simply can not believe this, you absolute heathen-”

“Stop calling me a heathen, and tell me where it is.”

She smiles, “I can show you.”

...

“Oh, of course! This is our spot!”

Annabeth chuckles, “I told you.” They’re standing at the edge of the forest at the tallest of the rock clusters to the far left. It's the one they used to go to after their first quest, the place where Annabeth taught him the constellations. The place where he made his first real friend. Not people he hung out with to avoid getting picked on. Not a searcher who happened to like the demigod he found. His first real best-friend.

They climbed up easily and lay down looking straight up at the sky. Annabeth points up at the floating memorials, and Percy dutifully recites the legends of how they earned their place in the sky. They're shoulder to shoulder and their fingers graze each other for longer than necessary. And slowly they lull into comfortable silence, arms overlapping, at some point Annabeth's head lands on his shoulder. Percy freezes for a while, staying absolutely still as if she’s a wild creature who could bolt at any moment. But then he relaxes, and she relaxes and he’s pretty sure she’s asleep until she takes in a shaky breath and whispers, “Hey, Percy?”

“Yeah?”

“We’re gonna be okay right?” He can tell she's trying to mask the vulnerability in her voice. And he can’t see all of her face from the angle they’re laying, but her nose is on his collarbone, and her hair is tickling his chin.

He closes his eyes, and he thinks. He thinks about Luke and Rachel and how nothings been the same since Percy blew up that mountain.

He thinks about seeing her for the first time, grey eyes wide hair falling off her shoulders and how even after everything he just went through, he felt safe. He thinks about ‘you drool when you sleep’, and the way she looked at him when he was claimed- awestruck and pitiful at the same time. He thinks about rolled eyes, stamped feet, and frustration always just under the surface. He thinks about silent truces, and letting guards down, and shared oreos in the back of a mobile zoo. He thinks about sweaty palms gripping each other in the Underworld, and shaky hands giving him a good luck camp necklace. He thinks about camp fires, stupid jokes, learning about the stars, and how the just fit.

He thinks about postcards and iris-messages, and how she punched Matt Sloane square on the nose. He thinks about how despite the arguing and the confusion about Tyson, she was always there when she needed him. How she didn’t hesitate to sneak out of camp with one of the first species he ever learned to truly fear, because he asked her to. He thinks about her in a dress and how tongue-tied him in guinea pig form. He thinks about her broken sobs and how she clutched at him in their underwater bubble. He thinks about winning a chariot race, the softest of cheek kisses and how in this world of gods and monsters, she’s the only thing he was really sure about.

He thinks about how she was the first girl he ever danced with, and how light everything felt when she was around. He thinks about how it felt strangely familiar when she fell off that cliff, and how only days later realized that it was the same desperation he had when Hades took his mother. He thinks about how gutted it was when he found out she was thinking about joining the Hunters. He thinks about his visit from Aphrodite and how even though she changed form, her hair smelled like lemons the entire time. He thinks about when he saw her on that cliff it was like the sun came out. How he saw her face and it was smudged with dirt and cuts but she was alive and he could breathe again. He thinks about how his throat closed up when he thought Artemis was going to pick her for the Hunt. He remembers how when they danced on Olympus, for a song she was prettier than Aphrodite.

He thinks about planning a movie date, and how he discovered Annabeth doesn’t get any less pretty when she’s mad at him. How she sat right next to him at dinner and how when she fixed his armour, his neck burned wherever she touched him. He thinks about falling in a whole and holding her hand and how they’d done it before but it felt different that time. He thinks about ping pong table meetings and how he became aware of the fact that he’d follow her anywhere. He thinks about the determination in her when she faced the Sphinx, and how the same fire was in them right before she kissed him. He thinks about how she tasted like smoke and salt, and how for the 3.2 seconds that his lips were hers, the first thing he thought was ‘we fit like this too’. He thought he was going to die but it was okay. It was okay that he was going to die, because he had gotten to kiss her. He thinks about Calypso’s Island, and how he dreamt about her every night. How when he crashed his funeral, she held like she couldn’t bear to let go and how that was fine with him. He thinks about the blur that was the labyrinth, full of unshed tears, words that cut, and how despite all the scream fights and the terror, and the barely contained rage, none of it lessened the fierce protectiveness he feels for her. How despite it all, she's still the best thing that's ever fucking happened to him. He thinks about the last line of her prophecy, and how she thought it was about him.

He loves her.

He’s not sure if he’s in love with her because he’s 15 and he hasn’t exactly had time to date around but he knows that for a fact. Knowing Annabeth, loving Annabeth has made him who he is. She is burned into his DNA. Somehow the 12 year old with princess curls and eyes that cut, crawled under his skin. He knows he’s done the same to her, even though they’re both too stubborn to say it out loud. They could never really leave each other, even if they tried.

So Percy shifts so he can see her face in the pale moonlight, brushes a curl out of her face and says,

“Yeah. It’s us Annabeth. We’re gonna be alright.”

She smiles soft and real because she knows him, so she knows he means it. He’s not sure who reaches out this time, but they're holding hands and staring at the sky in a silence that speaks volumes.

They stay like that until it’s sunrise and they have to sneak into their respective cabins. Looking at stars, fighting sleep, and forgetting about the rest of the world.

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(They hold hands all the way back to her cabin.)

(He doesn’t stop smiling the whole way back to his own.)

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okay so maybe a prompt where the hashira are incredibly jealous because tanjiro (with long hair) only lets zenitsu, inosuke, and nezuko touch it and gets defensive when other people touch it??

like the hashira run in to visit him and they are like 🤏😩 just a crumb but tanjiro refused to be touched and THEY JUS GET ANGRY POSSESSIVE AND THEY ALL END UP BULLYING THE KAMABOKO SQUAD 😭

Sometimes Zenitsu wishes Tanjirou wasn't so... oblivious. It's actually unbelievable how someone with a nose like his can't notice almost all the hashira are really soft for him.

To Zenitsu it was upsetting at first, he used to think the attention Tanjirou got from them was because they considered him more talented than other demon slayers.

But now that he's learned how to listen clearly he knows the sound of their hearts are caused by something more personal.

The problem with the knowledge that comes from his sense of hearing is that he knows now how to see as well.

He can see that Tomioka stares fondly at Tanjirou (especially when he's not looking) and that Rengoku smiles gently, sincerely at him and listens with undivided attention to everything he has to say. Tokito is more patient with him than with any other person and certainly more willing to praise him than any other demon slayer. Uzui mentions every time that his wives miss him dearly in an attempt to get him to go to his house.

Then, Tanjirou grows his hair and the Pillars seem to be mesmerized by it. Well, it's true that Tanjirou's hair is beautiful and really soft to the touch (Zenitsu has touched it a couple of times) but he really thinks they just love everything about Tanjirou.

Now, the problem is that Tanjirou only lets Nezuko, Zenitsu and even Inosuke touch it.

He's not so sure why exactly, perhaps he doesn't trust other people enough to let them do it or maybe (and he truly believes this is what happens with the hashira) it's that sees them way superior compared to him.

Well... They are of course, the Pillars have trained for years and killed many demons with incredible strength, but that doesn't mean they don't want the same things other people want.

Maybe if Tanjirou knew how much they would love to touch or brush his hair, he wouldn't jump away the second someone offers to help him with it.

He actually enjoys having a privilege only few people have, but when Kanroji walks towards Tanjirou with a hopeful expression, staring at Tanjirou's messy, long hair falling all over his shoulders, Zenitsu starts changing his mind.

"Tanjirou! I can braid your hair if you want!"

Seeing the love hashira so close makes Tanjirou take a sudden step back. He touches his own hair, almost defensively, but smiles and bows at her.

"There's no need, Kanroji-san! Nezuko will help me!"

He doesn't notice, but Zenitsu can almost hear the crack that comes with Kanroji's broken heart.

So... He starts feeling sorry for them. Especially after seeing Rengoku's eyes filled with longing every time Tanjirou walks by and tells him he doesn't need any help with his hair. He notices the way Uzui's look follows Tanjirou's ponytail, probably thinking about adding a few pieces of jewelry to make it more flamboyant and the way Tomioka crosses his arms over his chest, almost like he wants to stop himself from even thinking about touching the young demon slayer.

However, the sorry he feels doesn't last long because then the hashira start getting annoyed at him and Inosuke for being allowed to do something they are dying for.

Zenitsu finds out they're jealous and possessive and he starts getting scared; the glares he gets don't help at all so he avoids touching Tanjirou's hair as much as he can.

But then, even Inosuke notices that Tanjirou's hair is something the Pillars crave so he starts using this knowledge in his favor.

Surprisingly, Inosuke is really gentle whenever he touches Tanjirou's hair, he used to brush it whenever Tanjirou asked him to, but now he does it every time the hashira are around.

He wants to fight one of them and he's doing an excellent job at pissing them off that Zenitsu is afraid he could get what he wants soon.

Just days later it looks like Inosuke is finally going to get his ass kicked by Shinazugawa, but Tanjirou walks in between them just in time.

"Whatever he did, I'm sure he didn't actually mean it!" He says obliviously, because he doesn't know everything is actually... because of him.

At least, the Pillars try to control themselves from then on, Zenitsu can hear the dark sounds their blood makes because they can't stop themselves from getting jealous, but they know a fight is something Tanjirou wouldn't like.

He doesn't feel sorry for them anymore... Well, sometimes. Like now that he's sitting next to Nezuko's wooden box, watching with a bit of pity how the hashira gather around a very excited Tanjirou as he tells them exactly what happened in his latest mission.

He hears the longing in their hearts and watches as, even though most of them are smiling, they're almost stopping themselves from reaching out to Tanjirou because they know (after a couple of failed attempts) that he doesn't want to be touched.

Not by them at least, which must hurt even more.

The yearning gets too intense and painful to watch that Zenitsu covers his eyes for a moment. He refuses to feel sorry, no matter how sad it is because he remembers the glares he used to get before.

"We've been through a lot. All of us."

Even though he heard her approaching, Zenitsu still gets startled when Kocho sits right next to him. The insect hashira smiles at him and he inevitably blushes in response.

"Well... You should understand. You must've been through a lot yourself, as well as your friends," she continues.

Kocho is very smart and she clearly has figured out a thing or two about what's going on.

"Tanjirou is one of the few good things that has happened to the hashira in a while," she says, still smiling softly at him. "He is truly a sunshine, don't you think?"

Zenitsu sighs, because he knows what she wants now and that he's going to give in soon. Also, she's right... Zenitsu felt like his future was completely dark until Tanjirou found him.

Of course the Pillars don't want to lose him. They want to feel connected to him and they want to show him that they care.

Almost like he forgets he is not allowed to touch for a moment, Rengoku takes a step closer and reaches out, but he lets his arm fall at his side quickly before Tanjirou realizes what's going on.

The flame hashira looks like he's in pain.

"Fine!" Zenitsu says, irritated. "I'll help them!"

"You're a good boy," Kocho mumbles, making him blush again.

She thinks this is about them, but the truth is that Zenitsu is going to help them because he believes that would be good for Tanjirou too. Because he truly cares about the Pillars.

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