#but i’m not one to labour or worry over making him look spot on

[moofbat]

no one asked for this. well. some of you did. but not many at all. i’m unsure why i even made it. but it’s here. it exists now. i’m sorry! here is bertie in his falcon smugglers :)

ID: a fully coloured digital drawing of bertie macguffingham lying on a towel on a beach. he is viewed from above as he lies flat, legs apart and arms out by his side, on a white towel which says ‘I ❤️ BRUTOR’ he is a tall, large and muscular white man with blonde floppy hair and a blonde moustache, with a little stubble around his chin. he is wearing a rainbow mankini with a golden falcon on the crotch. his skin is red and shining with sweat, as he is getting badly sunburnt. end ID.

[fastandcarlos]

My Little Graduate : ̗̀➛ Charles LeClerc

summary: as you prepare to wave goodbye to your student days, charles is there to celebrate your new role

pairing: charles x student midwife!reader

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ynusername: last couple of weeks of stress before I can finally say goodbye to that student lanyard forever 👩🏻‍⚕️

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username1: ngl I’m just insanely jealous of that study setup, yn you must teach us your secrets!

charles_leclerc: can’t begin to tell you how proud I am, I promise that it’ll all be worth it 💋

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc couldn’t have got this far without you 💕

username2: we’re so proud of you yn, you’ve got this 🎉

landonorris: still blows my mind how hard you’re working, I could never do your job!

username3: whoever get you as their midwife is gonna be one incredibly lucky person!!

pierregasly: we can’t wait to see you say goodbye to that student lanyard too 🤩

username4: how she does this and support charles so effortlessly blows my mind 😂

carlossainz55: I can’t believe you still have the pin that I gave you when you first started 😂

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 I keep it with me forever I go ☺️

username5: I wish I had yn’s stamina to study and keep up with her busy lifestyle

username6: I’m stealing that photo to try and convince my parents that I’m studying too 🥺

iamrebeccad: can’t wait to tell everyone how amazing it is to have a qualified midwife as one of my best friends ✨

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charles_leclerc: another great qualifying session, hoping to keep it going and deliver tomorrow after a pep talk with my love 💞

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username7: you were amazing charles, p1 is yours tomorrow ❤️

scuderiaferrari: congratulations charles, the whole team is behind you tomorrow ❤️

landonorris: I’m right behind you and ready to pounce 👀

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris you don’t scare me 😂

username8: it’s so cute how him and yn always make sure they have time for each other!!

arthur_leclerc: yn is the best at giving pep talks, I mean she reassures enough parents that labour wont hurt everyday 😉

username9: we all know how much of a good luck charm yn is 😂

maxverstappen1: looking forward to another battle on track tomorrow!!

ynusername: so proud of you, I’ll be watching tomorrow 😘

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername good you need to make sure you’re taking plenty of breaks!!

username10: no doubt in my mind that we’ll see you at the top of the podium tomorrow charles

danielricciardo: deliver like your girl delivers babies??? 🙃

charles_leclerc: @/danielricciardo how long did it take you to think of that!?

username11: just think of yn tomorrow and that’ll get you over the line in top spot 💪🏻

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ynusername: another weekend spent with my head buried in books and glued to my laptop screen…so proud of you charles 🍾

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username12: please make sure you’re getting plenty of rest yn, we don’t want you to burn out now!!

carlossainz55: just gonna forget that the other guy in red got a podium too 😭

ynusername: @/carlossainz55 I’m proud of you too carlos don’t worry 😂

username13: it’s the sweetest how she’s always there for charles regardless of how much work she has to do 🥹

arthur_leclerc: I’m coming round to take you out and stop you burying your head into books!

ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc but I’m soooooo busy!!

arthur_leclerc: @/ynusername charles told me to keep an eye on you so stop arguing with me and pack your things up!

username14: once again I’m just here to admire the setup…

username15: he wouldn’t have got there if it wasn’t for your pep talk 😉

oscarpiastri: wish I could have brains as big as yours 🧠

carmenmmundt: if you ever need a study partner I volunteer myself to come and rest you!

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt might just have to take you up on that offer soon

username16: I wish I had this level of dedication to things in my life like yn does graduating

landonorris: those notes are making me stress just looking at them 🤦🏻

username17: remember to take care of yourself always yn 💕

charles_leclerc: thanks for your wise words last night angel, you always know what I need to hear ❤️

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ynusername: charles offered to help me study, he lasted ten minutes before insisting he needed to lie down cause his head hurt ☺️💞

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username18: maybe charles should just stick to racing instead 😂

arthur_leclerc: it’s been a long time since this kid went to school, you should’ve known better than this yn!!

username19: he genuinely looks on the verge of a breakdown in that lost photo bless him

charles_leclerc: I swear half the words you said to me weren’t actually in the english language!!

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc now you know how I feel whenever you decide to talk about cars 🏎️

username20: everyone always underestimates how hard being a midwife truly is!!

landonorris: “and it all got too much for little charles leclerc…”

georgerussell63: I think you might’ve actually broken your boyfriend 🥲

username21: he lasted ten minutes longer than I ever would looking at all your notes yn 😂

carlossainz55: can’t believe you thought trying to study with charles was a good idea 🤦🏻‍♂️

carmenmmundt: sounds like you might need me to come and rescue you next time??

ynusername: @/carmenmmundt no one can do as bad of a job at study partner as this guy ☺️

username22: we all love a supportive boyfriend, at least he tried 😝

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charles_leclerc: visiting the prospective graduate and delivering plenty of treats to the incredible team of midwives down at the hospital 💕

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username23: I love how charles takes care of all of them and makes sure they’re well fed 😭

ynusername: I’m sure they’ve only offered me a job when I graduate because they’re not ready to say goodbye to you and your extremely delicious cake deliveries 😂

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername what you don’t know is they all actually like me more than you 😝

username24: look at yn she looks like she’s born to be a midwife 😍

carlossainz55: and you just so happened to feel the need to share what an adorable boyfriend you are on social media did you???

username25: charles must be the favourite boyfriend on the ward if he’s delivering cakes like those!!

landonorris: us drivers work hard too but we don’t get any cake 🤷🏻

username26: now wondering what I have to do to get a boyfriend as sweet as him??

maxverstappen1: yn looks in her absolute element there 😍

danielricciardo: I wanna send them some cakes too for all their hard work, gimme an address to send something 📫

username27: yn really is the luckiest girl in the world 🥺

scuderiaferrari: admin here to remind you that you’ve got a team of engineers who also love cake very much 😅

charles_leclerc: @/scuderiaferrari deliveries on their way to montreal 🧁

username28: it’s adorable how charles is just constantly on yn and making sure that she’s taking care of herself 🫠

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ynusername: all the hard work has paid off…officially a midwife and ready for duty 🥂👩🏻‍⚕️

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charles_leclerc: I wish I had the words right now to express just how insanely proud I am, I love you so much my little genius 💕

ynusername: @/charles_leclerc thank you for being by my side every step of the way 🥺

username28: this is the post I’ve been waiting for for so long, congratulations yn 👏🏻

danielricciardo: you should be so damn proud of yourself yn - congrats!!

username29: enjoy the feeling of finally being able to bin those crazy notes!!

scuderiaferrari: from everyone here at ferrari, we’re sending you lots of congratulations ❤️

carmenmmundt: secretly think you managed this because you had the best person testing you 🤣

username30: hands down gonna be the best midwife ever 🙌🏻

username31: no one can try and convince me those flowers aren’t from charles btw 💐

carlossainz55: ik just how hard you’ve worked for this, so proud of you!!

maxverstappen1: simply lovely my friend, so glad you’ve finally completed this chapter ☺️

username32: there’s no one more deserving yn, so glad your hard work was worth it 🫶🏻

arthur_leclerc: I’m honestly in awe of how hard you’ve worked for this, coolest sister in law ever!!

ynusername: @/arthur_leclerc thanks for being my secondary babysitter behind your brother 😂

username33: I hope you’ve got the biggest smile in the world on your face rn!!

iamrebeccad: not only did you compete it, you absolutely bloody smashed it ✅

username34: congratulations on the next step of your career yn 💞

landonorris: hands down my coolest and smartest friend just so you know 😂

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charles_leclerc: the day we’ve waited for…no one cheered louder than me in that graduation hall today. the proudest man in the world 🥂

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username35: I’m so glad you were able to be there and support your girl charles 🥺

ynusername: still can’t believe that you were actually there ✨

charles_leclerc: @/ynusername I wouldn’t have missed this for the world ❤️

username36: ofc you rolled up looking like the smartest man in the room too!

alex_albon: these photos are adorable, good job yn 🎉

carlossainz55: did you steal someone’s hat to take that middle photo!?

charles_leclerc: @/carlossainz55 I’d never be smart enough to have one of my own 😂

username37: why can I picture him being like an embarrassing dad when yn’s name was called 😂

georgerussell63: congrats yn, you’re incredible 👏🏻

username38: can’t begin to imagine how proud you must’ve been feeling charles!

landonorris: be honest…did you cry?!

charles_leclerc: @/landonorris I might’ve shed a tear or two…

username39: just when I think you two can’t get anymore impressive, yn becomes a graduate 😂

arthur_leclerc: it must suck to be you when yn has both the brains and the beauty!!

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ynusername: a day of firsts, so happy to finally be fully qualified and welcome my first little one into the world 🐣

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charles_leclerc: so happy for you, this is your moment and you deserve it so much sweetheart 💞

username40: oh yn this melts my heart…look how far you’ve come!!

carlossainz55: hope you’re having the time of your life yn, the team are so lucky to have you ☺️

landonorris: this is awesome yn, the first of many 💕

username41: I’m sorry but I can’t ignore the fact you’re all in crocs 😂

username42: that baby is so lucky to have been brought into this world by you!!

maxverstappen1: idk which is worse the crocs or the fact charles left our game of padel to deliver cakes 😂😂

ynusername: @/maxverstappen1 one day I’m gonna convince you that crocs aren’t the devil!

username43: you were made for this job, you’re already a natural 😍

carmenmmundt: I think I might’ve just cried a little seeing these and knowing how much you wanted this 🥺

username44: hope you’re ready to be delivering any paddock babies now

iamrebeccad: I hope you know just how proud so many of us are of you 🫶🏻

username45: it makes me so happy to see all your dreams come true ✨

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˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 ! ´ˎ˗

[daisyblog]

Angel Baby

Too Young Masterlist Summary: Louis and YN welcome their second baby, and Arthur becomes a big brother.

warning: childbirth, labour, birth, hospital

9th of September 2024

If Louis was glad he made any decision in life, he was thankful that he decided to come straight home from the festival in Munich. He had managed to sleep for a little bit on the flight home but he couldn’t wait to get into bed next to YN and wake up with Arthur in the morning.

Spotting Harry’s car on the driveway wasn’t unusual because he would often stay with YN and Arthur when Louis was away. Opening the front door, Louis was trying to open the door as quietly as possible, not wanting to disturb anyone.

The dim light that was on in the living room caught Louis eye. But what surprised him was YN and Harry wide awake. YN was sat on the birthing ball and Harry on the edge of the sofa.

“Hey! Is everything alright?”. Louis walked further into the room, walking closer to YN as he placed a peck to her forehead, aware Harry was in the room.

“I’m having contractions but worry pants over here”. YN signaled towards Harry with her thumb. “Thinks I’m about to give birth within the next five minutes the way he’s been frantically phoning everyone”.

“M’sorry for being worried about my sister”. Harry joked as he looked to Louis for some back up.

“To be fair love, Harry was only looking after you”. Louis kneeled down in front of YN as she still sat on the large grey ball. “How painful are they?”.

YN knew he was referring to the contractions, as he gently rubbed his hand over her thigh. “They’re manageable at the moment”.

“Well we’ll keep timing them and let the hospital know when you need to go in”. Louis smiled up at YN who shared the same look. “We’re having a baby!”.

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Within two hours, the contraction had become quite intense. YN felt her tummy tighten as the pain spread from her bump around to her back.

“Birth scares me”. Harry voiced as he watched his sister cling to Louis. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her head burned into his shoulder as she breathed through the pain.

“Keep breathing through it babe…you’re doing amazing”. Louis rubbed her back and kissed the side of her head.

As the contraction ended YN sat back up straight as she took a rest in between. Knowing another one could hit her at any point. “I’m sure I said that you could give birth this time”.

Louis chuckled as he remembered the conversation during Arthur’s birth. “You did…but I didn’t think there would be a next time then…and also I don’t have the right body parts”.

“I forgot how painful this was”. YN held onto Louis’ hand as she prepared for the next one.

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“I can’t do this…I can’t do this”. YN repeated as she sat on the edge of the sofa, Harry now being the victim of the famous hand squeeze.

“You can…you did it once and you’re going to make Arthur so proud when he finds out you’ve given him everything he’s ever wanted”. Harry encouraged, knowing mentioning Arthur would help.

“I can feel another one”. YN tensed up as she anticipated the pain. Her eyes closed tight as she dreamed about when she would have gas and air at the hospital.

Louis appeared with a bottle of water just in time as he cringed at how tight YN was squeezing her brothers hand.

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Harry stayed at the house to look after Arthur, whilst YN and Louis were at the hospital. Anne was on her way but this was the downside of living so far away from her Mum.

Like she had done many years ago, YN kept the gas and air nozzle securely in her hand sucking on it probably more than she needed to.

“Do you have any children already? Or is this your first?”. The midwife asked as she sat in the room wi the couple.

“We have a little boy, Arthur…he’s nine”. Louis couldn’t hide his smile as he spoke about their son, and showed her a quick photo of him.

The midwife’s eyes widened. “Waw! He’s the image of you…perhaps this one will look like Mummy”.

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YN was laying on the bed, the nozzle still attached to her hand. Louis was moving the hair out of her face as she now had a layer of sweat covering her forehead.

“YN I’m so sorry my darling…but we’re going to have to break your waters because your contraction are starting to slow down”. The midwife’s voice was full of sympathy, knowing how painful it could be.

With the tool in her hand ready, YN held onto Louis tightly. “You’re so strong and I’m so proud of you”.

The pain was something YN hadn’t felt before. “AHHH!”. She cried out in pain as she felt the water burst from her.

“You were amazing darling…keep sucking that gas and air for me”. The midwife gave an encouraging smile.

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The contraction become more frequent and YN could not keep still as she moved from different positions. If she was not bouncing on the ball, she was sat in the chair next to the bed. If she was not in the birthing pool, she was clinging onto Louis, hoping it would ease the pressure.

As Louis massaged the bottom of YN’s back, getting a sense of deja vu, he felt her tense up more than she had been.

“Babe? You alright?”. He swallowed thickly, as YN froze.

“I think…I think I can feel the baby”. At the words, the midwife shot up from her seat and quickly glanced under YN’s gown.

“Lie down on the bed for me…baby’s head is crowning”. The midwife moved around the room quickly gathering everything she needed.

YN laid down like she was told, her legs up in the correct position, trying to relax as she was about to meet her baby.

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“Baby’s head is out…and I think in about three to four pushes, you’re going to be cuddling your little baby”. The midwife spoke from her position at the end of the hospital bed.

Louis quickly glanced down and could see his baby’s head. Seeing his babies be born was something he found breathtaking and he was in absolute awe of YN for doing it.

YN found strength within and began to push. She repeated the action over and over. Louis was by her side as he waited for the sound to fill the room.

And the sound of a newborn cry finally filled the room, as tears ran down Louis and YN’s cheeks when the little one was placed on YN’s chest.

“I’m so proud of you…and I love you so much”. Louis left several kisses on YN’s head before the final one on her lips.

“I couldn’t have done it without you…I love you”. YN’s voice was tired but the adrenaline was pumping through her.

“Mummy and Daddy love you little one”. YN gently kissed the newborns head.

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YN couldn’t decide who was more excited as Arthur, Harry and her Mum walked through the hospital room door.

Arthur ran straight to his Mum, who was laid underneath a blanket. “I’ve missed you my boy”. She wrapped her arms around him.

“I’ve missed you too Mum…I’ve been nagging Uncle Harry to come and see you”. Arthur held onto his mother for longer.

Harry and Anne hugged YN and congratulated her and Louis on the birth of their baby. The room was full of happiness and smiles as they looked at the little baby in Louis’ arms.

“Hey lad…do you want to have your first big brother cuddle?”. Louis felt his heart melt as Arthur eagerly nodded and ran over to his father’s side.

Arthur sat in the chair, waiting for Louis to place the newborn into his arms. The minute Louis placed the baby into Arthur’s hands, the four adults all shared a loving look, and wiped the tears away from their cheeks.

“Hi baby…I’m Arthur, your big brother”. Louis and YN shared a look as they knew this was the right time to share the news.

“And this is Elsie…your little sister”.

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ynstyles Our babies🤍Welcome to the world Elsie Johannah Tomlinson🩷 View all 10,733 comments

lottietomlinson Our sweet Arthur and Elsie🥹🤍

annetwist My heart could burst❤️I’m one lucky Nanny🩵🩷🩷 ⌞ynstyles The absolute best🥰❤️

the.daisytomlinson I love being an auntie to all these babies❤️

thephoebetomlinson my beautiful nephew and niece🩵🩷Auntie Phee loves you lots xx

gemmastyles We are so lucky❤️Aunties little cuties xx

louisfan5 OMG THE BABY IS HERE!!!

louisfan3 Louis a girl dad🩷🩷🩷

harryfan9 Harry is an uncle to another girl🥹💕

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[yyokkki]

Dire Crowley

The mayor of NRV! 

He’s always giving you quests to complete while you’re at NRV claiming he’s too busy to get it done himself but his daily schedule consists of just walking around town doing daily ‘check ups’ on the businesses.

Dubs you a beast master after you gain three hearts with more than two villagers. He says nobody is able to acclimate themselves with the townsfolk so quickly!

He may or may not have been scared off by the scarecrows in your farm once or twice.

Is a total suck up to Governor Ambrose the 63rd but shit talks him behind his back. He plans to overthrow him one day but it’s not looking bright…

Absolutely hates the city and the new Royal Sword Mart that opened in town.

You basically get tasks weekly from him. Don’t worry the rewards are generous as he is a very gracious man~

Loved Gifts: Any Gems, Glass Shards, Gold, Meat, Universal Loves

“How generous of you, farmer! It seems my graciousness has rubbed off on you~”

Hated Gifts: Royal Sword Cola, Any Spicy Foods, Hot Pepper, Universal Hates

“Boohoo! Despite all my generosity and graciousness! How could you give me something so vile!!"

Divus Crewel

The local scientist! I’m not going into his specific field but he does a lot of experiments on the geography and ecosystems of the valley.

He also seems well versed in Chemistry as he regularly supervises Trey and Rook as they do their experiments too. (He’s afraid the pups are gonna injure themselves)

He owns a cool classic car that doesn’t work anymore after years of not travelling out of NRV. He grieves about it a lot.(The junimos fix it and he chaperones you over to the desert!)

His hobby is fashion design and he has a room in his house fully decked out with sewing machines, mannequins and the like.

He keeps a very good dalmatian named Spot at home. He is the most spoiled boy in town.

Occasionally visits the library to play chess with Trein but it usually ends with some kind of argument…

He’s the one who offers to set up a fruit bat/mushroom cave for you! (He may or may not have inspired Jade)

Loved Gifts: Raisin Butter, Wine, Cloth, Dye Materials, Universal Loves

“Good pup! This is a great gift.”

For Cloth and Dye Materials: “Might as well make you something with this… Especially considering your current attire.”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“Bad pup! What is the meaning of this?!”

Mozus Trein

The librarian and teacher!

He holds classes for the kids twice a week but when he’s not a teacher he looks over the library with his cat, Lucius, whom the kids (and Idia) absolutely adore!

He’s quite strict with the manners and knowledge of the young people in town so it’s always a shock to see him so patient and gentle with the kids.

He has grown daughters who are currently working in the city! He regularly pens letters to them and sends over care packages. They come to visit him often too!

He finds it absolutely unacceptable how barren the library in town is and finds lost books more important than artifacts, though he thinks they’re a valuable educational tool as well.

Loved Gifts: Duck Feather, Vichyssoise, Tuna, Leek, Universal Loves

“This is a good gift, farmer. Thank you.”

For Duck Feather and Tuna: “Lucius will enjoy this, I thank you on his behalf.”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“Ugh. How distasteful.”

Ashton Vargas

The town blacksmith!

Honestly? Might’ve become a blacksmith so he could work his arms out… He’s off every Thursday for leg day!

He encourages everyone in town to work out more! Certain townsfolk avoid him because of this.

Approves of you since farming requires a lot of physical labour! Actually offers to help you out with heavy lifting too.

He lives off of the forests too, he hunts and grows his own harvests! 

He has a few chickens too for sustainable egg supply.

Probably one of the nicest villagers if you ignore his gloating!

Loved Gifts: All Eggs, Beer, Universal Loves

“Thanks! Why don’t you drop by later for some weight training? I’ll tell you all of my tips!”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates

“I hate this stuff!”

Sam

Owner of the general store!

Not much is known about him but he has lots of friends on the other side! (They’re the travelling cart merchants cooperating with him to sell out of season products)

He sells absolutely everything! Except for other shops products since he doesn’t wanna stir up the competition!

The general store has another branch in the city too!

Loved Gifts: Chicken Gumbo, Void Essence, Universal Loves

“Daw, thanks little imp! Now, don’t go thinkin’ this’ll get you a discount~”

Hated Gifts: Solar Essence (His friends hate this stuff), Universal Hates

“Hate to break it to ya, but I have a million of these in the back… You can keep it!”

Grim

The sewer rat? Basically the Krobus of this universe because it was between him and your farm companion! I mean c’mon you can even have him move in with you after you become good friends! He’s the true route fr.

Wants to live on the surface but that bird brained mayor won’t let him! So now he sells random stuff he found in the sewers to you…

He does sneak out pretty often though, it’s how you found him pretty early on.

The poor boy, get him some tuna. It blows his mind the first time he tries it. (He’s been living off of radioactive fish, he’s fine though)

Actually starts living with you even if you’re pursuing a bachelor as soon as he hits ten hearts.

He constantly complains about your other furry companion though…

It’s probably harder to give him a gift he hates since he’ll eat about everything. (Yes he eats all your gifts)

He wants to overthrow Crowley and become the mayor of town! He never succeeds. (He thinks mayor is the highest position in the whole world because it’s all he knows)

Loved Gifts: Tuna, Stone, Any Gem, Universal Loves

“Funa! You’re the best henchuman!!  I was feeling a little hungry!”

Hated Gifts: Universal Hates (Except clay maybe? Feels like he’d eat that too…)

“EW! This is worse than that time you called me a raccoon!”

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[whxre-bxby]

"I'll Take Care Of It"

Quaritch x human f! Reader  Imagine (fluff) no smut for once.

Summary: You are a scientist working with the new recom-team. You knew most of them from when they were humans, including the Colonel. He notices you are not okay and tries to help, thereby finding out you have a pain disorder. Just fluff of him helping you and being all worried and cute. 

I tried making this a little funny and fluffy, I don't know whether it worked.

Credit to @jinx14 for the idea <3

Word Count: 2489

I sat at my desk with my extremely bright desk lamp, illuminating the papers I was filling out. I used to work for Grace and we studied the connections the trees and all the creatures had with one another and with Eywa. 

Now, I was focusing on the Mountain Banshees. Or the Ikran. The team was meant to learn the way of the Na’vi people which included taming an Ikran. While my Avatar had managed to do it, I had to figure out weak spots or tricks to help the soldiers do the same. I would go with them and show them but my Avatar had been badly injured to the point where it could no longer be used. Now I was stuck as a human on Pandora. 

It was evening and most people had left their offices. I sat in the big office which had about everything I could ever need. The other desks were empty and dark. 

I continued to study the Ikran when I heard the footsteps of someone walking in. I didn’t have to look up to know that it wasn’t a person. There were too few steps for a person to be advancing that quickly.

I finished the sentence before lifting my gaze off the paper and watching the Colonel enter the room, holding a cup. The mug was purposely crafted bigger for the Avatars. 

“Evenin’.” he greeted, scanning the room before looking down at me. I politely smile. 

“Hey.” I greet back, resting my head in my palm again and returning my attention to the papers. 

“You still workin’?” he asks, grabbing a chair from another desk and lifting it with one hand. 

I nod and he huffs, before placing the chair the wrong way in front of my desk and sitting on it as comfortably as an Avatar his size can sit on a human-designed chair. He leaned his arms on the lean of the seat and examined what I was reading. 

“I need this done by tomorrow. Otherwise, I’ll be in trouble and that lady will yell at me because I’ll be delaying the missions.” I say, mimicking her stupid voice at the end. 

Quaritch grins, liking the gossip. 

“I’m assumin’ you ain’t fond of her, ey?” he chuckles, taking a sip out of his cup. 

“Not one bit.” I mumble, rereading the same sentence for the third time now. 

“Yeah, I don’t think I can be much of a help with that.” he says, trying to figure out the sense behind my calculated numbers and biological notes. I smile. 

“It’s okay, I’ll be done soon.” 

“Well, I’m not tired so I’ll keep ya company.” he smiles back and sips again. 

“As long as you stay quiet and let me focus, I can-” I start to say but suddenly, I feel an aching sharp pain shoot through my body. My eyes go wide and I tense up, completely stilling for a few seconds. 

Miles notices I didn’t finish my sentence and looks up at me, his ears perking slightly. His tail stopped swaying behind him and he studied my expression. 

“What? Forgot to hand somethin’ in?” he chuckles, still watching me. When I don’t reply or even react to his joke he starts to get a little worried. 

“Y/N?” he says, placing down his cup. “Oh, uhh. Is it your time of the month? Did you just get it?”

Miles started to panic just a little, slowly thinking of a bad scenario to explain your sudden actions before it is taken over by an even worse scenario. 

“Oh- are you pregnant? What are they called…uh- contraceptives? No. Oh contractions!” he says, his eyes not leaving my face. 

His silly suggestions manage to distract me for a second. 

“What? No!” I say. “Those only happen during labour! Do I look that pregnant to you?!” I say, raising my voice because the pain is still very much present. 

“Oh, no no no. I wasn’t saying that I just-” He started to panic even more and I started rocking back on forth in my chair, hoping it would only last a few more seconds. 

Miles stood up and came around the desk, standing next to me. 

“Y/N are you okay? What’s going on?” 

He placed his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to comfort me but I flinched away. It made it worse and I realised it wouldn’t go away on its own. I stood up, my bottom lip quivering. 

The cabinets of medication were close. I kept mine in there too, but they were too high up. 

We used a stool with steps to climb up and I frantically looked around for it only to find it on the other side of the room. 

The situation was escalating and I started to whine and whimper in pain, not wanting to have to run across this huge lab to get a stool. 

I turned to the cabinet and jumped a little, trying to open it. 

Quaritch was following me, analysing my movements while starting to freak out. When he saw I was trying to reach the top cabinet shelf he hurried over next to me. 

“Do you need somethin’ in here?” he asks, worry dressing his tone. 

I nod, clutching onto the side of the lab counter, trying to deal with what I was feeling. 

He flung the cabinet open and started pulling out boxes of medication, showing them to me while I shook my head, no. They weren’t the right ones. 

“No- uhm…” I want to describe the medication to him but I’m battling my body once again. 

He holds up a package that I recognise. I sigh in relief but then panic a little again. 

“Are there- hnghh…” I whimper, biting my lip. “Small blue pills…” I squeak out. He catches the words and searches the cabinet again, starting to throw out everything that is not a blue pill. I watch the expensive meds hit the ground, the desks and the chairs behind him. It’s fucking raining pills and bottles. 

Finally, he shows me what I need. Without being able to focus on anything else I grab it from his hands and start to search for a glass. I literally move my head in every direction and Miles tries following my gaze while dealing with this chaotic situation. My head does a 180° horizontally and vertically, in search of one goddamn glass. 

“What is it? Do you need water?” he asks and I nod frantically again, waving my hands in front of my face to try and calm myself down, almost throwing the pills away in the process. 

I sign grabby hands at him, needing a glass so I can put some room-temperature water in. He finds one, swiftly scooping it up and pouring cold water from the fridge into it. 

I want to say no because cold water makes it worse but no one can understand my muffled words escaping my clenched teeth.

He hands the full glass of water to me, mirroring my panicked and hectic movements. His ears are strained back and his eyes show his worry because Quaritch still doesn’t know what’s happening.

I can’t drink the cold water and I am unable to think properly so instead of calmly tipping the cold water out into the sink next to me, I chuck it into the air, not being able to even process what I just did. 

I launch myself towards the sink which apparently didn’t suit me enough to rid the water in and turn on the tap, letting slightly warm water fill it. Once it’s full enough for me to gulp down I pop out a pill and chuck it in my mouth and flushing it down with a huge gulp of water. Next, I drop the empty glass into the sink. Luckily it doesn’t break. 

I just need the meds to finally kick in so I can be relieved of this agony. 

For a few minutes, there is complete silence and all that is happening is me jumping from one tippy-toe to another, breathing heavily to keep calm. Keeping calm was of course never an option and it never worked out. 

Finally, after some time I feel how my muscles start to relax and my body no longer feels like it is on fire. I let my eyes flutter closed and inhale deeply, enjoying the feeling of being normal again. 

I slowly turn around, running my hand through my hair, thinking about how I handled this situation well. 

That’s when I’m met with a horrific sight. The room looks like a crime scene. As if an overly aggressive person had a complete meltdown and tore the room apart. I start to remember the past events of the last few minutes and realise everything. 

The chair I previously sat in was lying on the floor. It had a broken leg. Miles must have stepped on it while running after me. 

The floor it was lying on… was completely massacred by the flasks, medication bottles, pills and packages. Some broke and the liquid started to dissolve the pills that had fallen out of their packaging. It looked like a failed science experiment. 

I followed the little trail of fluid and noticed how it started sizzling and bubbling. Then my eyes met a pair of heavy black boots. 

Oh

Oh no.

Quaritch was here. Right. I forgot. His shoes were standing in the middle of a big puddle. A puddle? How on Earth (on Pandora…sorry I couldn’t help it) did that much water get on the floor?

I’m slightly scared when my eyes slowly rise and I examine Miles who is standing in front of me with crossed arms. When I look at all of him I gasp, biting my lip again. I didn’t know whether to fear for my life, whether to feel bad and cry or whether to laugh at him. 

The Colonel was completely soaked in the freezing water he had poured me which I gracefully sent into the air. His hair was drenched and the water had poured over his head and wettened his clothes. Like, there were water drops falling from his chin, his arms and legs. 

Oh my god. 

I open my mouth in an attempt to say something but his worried expression which now turned into a frown makes me forget all words of the English language. I look away nervously and notice that he halfway ripped out one of the cabinet doors while he tried searching for my medication. 

What a fucking mess this was. 

I look back at him.

“Ya feelin’ better now?” he asks, seeming a little annoyed. I nod, still not sure how to react. 

“Fuckin’ hell..” he groans, wiping his face from the water. “What happened?” he asks, looking at me in disbelief before slowly turning around and examining the way the floor became a bloodbath for meds. 

He looked baffled. Puzzled. Perplexed. Rattled, shocked, dumbstruck. The man looked fucking befuddled and speechless. 

I chuckle a little, hoping he wouldn’t lose his shit. “I have this thing.” I reply.

He turns back to me and raises an eyebrow. 

“I have a pain disorder. Or pain syndrome. I can’t control it.” I elaborate. 

“Pain syndrome?” he questions, wiping water from his arms and stepping out of the puddle, closer to me. 

“It comes unexpectedly. It feels like my body is on fire. The nerves are inflamed. It happened ever since the accident.” I say, sounding quieter now. 

Miles is no longer annoyed. He looks worried again. 

“My Avatar got hurt, it was shot in the arm a few times. That’s apparently what caused it.” I continue to explain. 

“This shit helps.” I say, picking up the packet of blue pills. “This too, but it tastes awful.” my hand points to the previous medication he pulled out which was this green liquid in a small bottle. 

“Are you okay?” Miles speaks up, still stunned. I nod. 

“Yeah, it's better now.” 

“Goddamn sweetheart, you really scared me there.” he said, letting out a sigh of relief. 

I look away, feeling bad. I know I shouldn’t but I feel like I may have overreacted this time. It just seemed to hurt much more than usual and I was stressed from work too so I got panicky. 

I glanced at the floor again, seeing all the destroyed medication. 

“Hey, it’s okay. That’s on me. This whole mess is my fault. You’re fine.” He says, coming to me again. 

Miles wants to rest his arms on my shoulders again but then pulls back, remembering how it hurt me last time. 

“It’s fine now. Really. “ I say and he nods, placing his palms on my shoulders. 

“All that matters is that you’re feeling okay. Got it? This here…” he says, looking around and at himself. “...this doesn’t matter.” 

I smile a little. I have never experienced this side of Miles. He was always friendly to me from the beginning on and he would tease me from time to time. But that was it. 

When he died I didn’t know what I would do with my life anymore. He played a pretty big role in my day-to-day activities, so not having him was horrible. When he was basically reborn, we bonded like we did as humans and our friendship seemed to continue where it left off. I didn’t know whether this was a friendship, but whatever my relationship with him was, I loved it. 

“I’ll deal with the mess in the morning. You should get some rest.” he says, leaning down so that we are almost eye to eye. 

“You’re going to clean it up?” I ask. 

“Hell no. I’m the damn Colonel after all. I’ll tell someone to do it.” he says and I giggle. 

“But I need to finish the papers.” I mumble, my shoulder slumping. The weight of the stress was back again. 

“Screw the papers. I’ll tell her that the team isn’t ready yet. It won’t be your fault.” he reassures me and I stare at him.

“You’re like an angel sent from heaven.” I say, smiling. Maybe to Pandora he wasn’t but to me he was. I needed him and it seemed as though the universe saw I wouldn’t make it without him in my life, so they sent him back. Almost as he was before. 

“I’d hope angels aren’t blue.” he chuckles, straightening his posture. 

“Come on, cupcake. Let’s get you sorted out.” 

Miles ran me a bath and while the water was filling the tub, he sat us both down on a sofa. I explained to him everything I knew so far about the Ikran while he held me cradled in his arm, having me leaned against his side. 

The comfort I felt with him was unimaginable. Miles was a softie at heart and he seemed to show it more in his recom body.

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Hi...im obsessed with your blog. Could i request something with din djarin? Something fluffy? Not really picky about details. No worries if you dont wanna tho!! Thanks :)

Pairing: Din Djarin x Male!Reader

Warnings: None!

Content: Fluff, Touch-Starved Din Djarin 

I know this is really sloppy but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Thank you for the request!! (I will never deny a Din Djarin request 😤💙)

Your Touch

When Din looked over at you, he saw the starstruck look you had in your eyes every time you looked out of the cockpit window. You had Grogu on your lap. He was giggling and messing with the buckles of your armour. You tore your gaze away from the window to look down at the child then back up to Din. He quickly averts his eyes, feeling a heat crawl up his neck and settle on his cheeks.

He senses that you were still looking at him but doesn't dare to turn back to check. The comfortable silence continues, only being broken by Grogu babbling to you and you pretending to know what he’s talking about. He spotted the planet he was looking for and gently landed the crest in a clear but secluded area. He got up from his pilot seat to see you nodding your head along with Grogu’s ranting.

He smiled under his helmet and accidentally brushed your shoulder while walking past, causing him to tense a bit. He sat himself down on the floor in the back. He wanted to be alone for a while but having two other people on the small ship made that sort of improbable. But he relished the silence anyway.

You shuffled in with a sleepy Grogu. You gave him a lazy smile and put the kid down to sleep. You sat yourself in front of him and stretched your arms above your head. Din heard the crack of your back through his helmet. You groaned and brought your hands back down. He watched the way your fingers picked at your trousers, brushing off the lint that stuck there.

He wondered what your hands would feel like. Probably warm and strong. He wondered what it would feel like if you brushed them through his hair or simply rested a hand on his knee. He knew you honoured his creed as much as he did, never asking him to take off his helmet or armour. You respected his boundaries and he appreciated it. He just sometimes wished that you would be able to truly see him.

“Alright Din?”

He looked up at you.

“Sorry?”

You shifted forward.

“I asked if you were alright.”

“Oh, yeah I’m alright. Just thinking.”

“About?”

He said quieted. He reached up and grabbed a piece of cloth from the counter he was sat in front of. He wanted you to try something that he had been thinking of for a while. He held the fabric up to you, not wanting to explain and hoping that you would just get what he was implying. You looked confused but allowed him to continue anyway. You seemed to understand what he was doing once he motioned for you to lean closer. He gently tied the cloth around the back of your head. He made sure it was snug before allowing you to adjust it the way you needed it to.

“Din, what are-”

You were silenced by the sound of his helmet clanking against the ground. You listened to the sound of his breaths, unfiltered by the modulator in his armour. You heard him take off his gloves and set them down. He took one of your hands that you had laying in your lap and clasped them in his. He was right. Your hands were just as warm as he’d thought they’d be. They were marked with evidence of hard labour. He studied them, every scar and mark was filed into his memory.

You took your other hand and slid it slowly up his arm. Moving up his shoulder, you stopped when you got to his neck. He released his grasp on you and moved an arm up to yours. He took your hand and placed it on his cheek. You rubbed your thumb against his cheek and he closed his eyes. You brought your other hand up to the other side of his face. You felt the scratch of his stubble against your fingers. He gripped your wrists and pulled you closer.

He pressed a wary kiss to the corner of your mouth, testing, making sure he wasn’t pushing boundaries or taking things too far. He saw you smile so he moved in once again. This time, he kissed you properly. It was a bit clumsy due to one of you lacking sight, but it was the closest Din had been to a person in his life.

Once he pulled back, he moved his hands up to your face. He ran his hands along your arms and down your chest. He allowed himself to see you with no barriers. He still hated the fact that you couldn’t see him, but he was content that you could feel him. He yearned for your touch for so long and it almost broke him to finally get it.

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Friendly Advice

More Lux content? More Lux content. Him and Zoro have my brain in their clutches and they will not let go. This time, we're getting the nice bonus of Nami being... well, Nami. You'll see!

Zoro had to admit it – taking a bath had been nice. It had been a while since he had felt this relaxed. He dried himself off – had he ever used a towel this soft? – and, for once, took extra care in brushing his hair. Not that it did anything. And not that he did it for anyone. Especially not for Jirou, who was still standing in front of the bathroom door, waiting for him to come out. Quickly, Zoro threw on the bathrobe and slippers prepared for him, slung his swords over his shoulder, then went to unlock the door. Just when he was about to, he hesitated, gazing back at the mirror once again.

Finally, he opened the door, only to see Jirou clutching at his chest. The moment he noticed Zoro was out, Jirou straightened himself under slightly laboured breathing.

“You okay?” Zoro asked.

“Yeah,” Jirou croaked. “I’m fine.”

“Kaya said you needed to rest. Are you sick?”

“I’m getting better.” Then, Jirou chuckled. “Are you worried about me?”

“No,” Zoro lied, “I just don’t wanna be infected.”

“Well, you’re in luck. It’s not contagious.” Jirou stretched the ache out of his bones, then nodded towards the door of Zoro’s guest suite. “Come on, let’s get you something to wear.”

Zoro looked him up and down one more time, then started walking in the indicated direction. What a weirdo, he thought. After turning maybe two or three corners, indicated by Jirou only by a simple “left” or “right” (and a tug on Zoro’s robe when he had told him the wrong direction – he definitely had, otherwise Zoro wouldn’t have turned the wrong way), the two of them reached a very large dressing room, walls and ceiling covered in clothes racks and hangers, multicolored lighting all across the room. Luffy was sitting on a stool in the middle of the room, and immediately spotted his friend when he entered.

“Hey, Zoro! Jirou! What ’cha gonna wear?”

“Something black,” Zoro murmured, still trying to process the sheer amount of clothes and colors in this room.

“How edgy,” Nami remarked from behind the dressing screen.

“Sorry,” Jirou shrugged, leaning against the doorframe, “I gotta wear my uniform. So, I’m gonna be just as edgy.”

He had unbuttoned his jacket and loosened his shirt collar a little. Zoro took his sword belt that was slung over his shoulder and leaned the weapons against an armchair before flopping down into the very same seat. At the same time, Nami stepped out from behind the screen in a black dress and a black jacket with a sparkly floral pattern.

“How’s this?”

“Still Nami,” Luffy said.

“I said I’m wearing black,” Zoro complained.

“I hate you guys,” Nami scoffed.

“The jacket’s a little baggy on you,” Jirou threw in, just before she was about to head back behind the screen. “And the sparkles won’t look good under the chandeliers in the foyer. We tried something like that on my old uniform and it didn’t work.”

“You had sparkles on your uniform?” Zoro questioned.

“Only for a few days. Then we went back to just black.”

“I feel kinda bad for Kaya,” Luffy remarked out of the blue. “All this stuff… all this space… it’s gotta make a person feel… lonely.”

“Rich people don’t have the same emotions we do,” Nami explained as she was flicking through the clothes along one of the walls. “This stuff doesn’t make her feel lonely, it makes her feel important.”

Jirou chuckled. He walked over to join Nami, putting his hands in his pockets. “Y’know, I used to think that too. But Kaya’s just a girl. She’s not one of those rich folks you know about. All of the bling in this house? Her parents’ taste. Most of the rooms in this house she doesn’t even go to. Especially the East Wing, but that’s another story.” He grinned. “Back when she was younger, we’d play tag along the halls to make the house seem smaller whenever Klahadore wasn’t home. Of course, we can’t do that anymore, but… it was fun.”

“See?” Luffy called out. “Usopp likes her, Jirou likes her… I’m sure we can work out a way to get that ship.”

“No way,” Nami mumbled. “Rich people don’t stay rich by giving things away.”

“Which one do you want?” Jirou asked.

“The one with the sheep’s figurehead,” Luffy beamed. “It spoke to me!”

To this, Jirou laughed. “Well, aren’t you a special one... I know that ship. Caravel, white railing, grinning ram as a figurehead. I think Kaya would let you have it, but you’d have to get past Merry and Klahadore first.”

“Who?”

“Merry. He manages the family’s finances.”

“What does the butler have to do with all of this?” Zoro grumbled.

“Well,” Jirou sighed, “he likes to give little nudges to Kaya. Sort of like a substitute parent. But he’s my boss, so I can’t say anything about it.”

“He’s not here.”

“Yeah, say it!” Luffy encouraged Jirou.

“Sketchy,” Jirou then said. “That’s all I’ve got to say about that. Sketchy fellow. I don’t trust him. But he pays me, so who am I to complain? – Listen, if you want that ship, I’ll put in a good word for you, I promise.”

“As if that’s going to work,” Nami chuckled.

“Wanna bet?” Luffy asked.

At the prospect of gaining money, Nami smirked. “What are the terms?”

“I bet I can convince Kaya to give us that ship.”

“And when you can’t?”

“We go with your plan.”

Before Luffy could say anything more, Nami covered his mouth. But too late. Jirou made a smug noise of suspicion.

“Well, well, well, what do I hear…? Watch out. Don’t try anything or I’m holding your swordsman hostage.”

“As if you could do that,” Zoro scoffed.

Jirou grinned, strolling over to Zoro to stand between his legs, towering over him slouching in his seat. “Try me.”

“I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you?” Nami teased.

Immediately, Jirou went bright red and whirled around, looking back at Nami.

“What’s that supposed to mean?!” he called out, pointing at her in accusation and walking up to her until his finger almost touched her nose.

“Nothing,” she chirped, then threw a metallic, orange-colored shirt at Zoro.

“Go behind your fucking sheet again before I get mad at you.”

But Nami just smirked. “Your temper is almost as bad as Zoro’s. Help me pick a dress then.”

With an exasperated sigh, Jirou picked a dress off one of the racks and tossed it at her before sticking his hands in his pockets yet again, practically fuming. But then his eyes fell on Zoro, and his brain stopped working. The swordsman had thrown off his robe and was putting on the shirt Nami had given him, his muscles on full display.

“Hey, quit staring.”

“Then don’t change in front of me, you freak!”

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Trick or treat! 🐈‍⬛

thank you, pal! happy halloween!

you definitely deserve a treat - so you can have an irish lesson, a halloween folklore fact, and a sneaky little peek at a bit of the next chapter of one year in every ten, which features the reunion nobody asked for: tom riddle vs ginny weasley...

ginny is, naturally, going to wreck him.

irish language treat: the irish for trick or treat is... tabhair féirín dom, nó buailfidh mé bob ort.

halloween folklore treat: tom riddle's favourite halloween food? soul cake. obviously.

sneak peek treat: here we go...

‘I have no intention of listening to you whining about settling scores,’ he hissed, still pacing back and forth like a particularly sinister tiger. ‘I have rather more important things to worry about.’

‘You brought it up.’

‘And will you shut that child up!’

‘He’s two. He’s going to cry sometimes. Deal with it.’

He let out a burst of humourless laughter. ‘God, you’re self-righteous. No wonder you couldn’t make your marriage work.’

‘How dare you bring up my marriage? When you’re the person who’s ruined -’

‘You ruined it by yourself, Ginny,’ he drawled, leaning against the wall, looking so delighted at her anger that she could have killed him on the spot. ‘I know it’s a comforting little fantasy to pretend you’re the injured party here, but you would have managed to drive Harry away without me. I have never devoted a second more attention to you than you deserve.’

‘Except for the fact that you spent a year trying to destroy my life.’

‘Your life wasn’t interesting enough to be destroyed. I caused you to incur a few minor inconveniences. All of which would have been perfectly irrelevant to you once you were dead.’

‘I was eleven. I was small and naive and so excited about coming to Hogwarts. I’d been waiting my whole life for it! And you ruined everything about it and I’ve had to spend half my life trying to make sense of that, and -’

‘What is there to make sense of? This happened because you were there. You were the person who opened the diary.’ He began to pace again. ‘I hope you weren’t labouring under the misapprehension that I thought you special in some way -’

‘Of course. That makes perfect sense. I’m not special. You changed the course of my entire life, but it doesn’t matter, because I’m not special.’

‘I had quite enough of you complaining that nobody realised how brilliant you were when you were a child. I have no intention of indulging it now.’

‘Harry’s special, though. Isn’t he? That’s the only reason why you “indulged” my complaining. Because I told you all about him. I led you straight to him. And it made him obsessed with you and it made Dumbledore and the Order and the whole fucking world obsessed with him too. And obsessed with him being obsessed with you. And I just had to be there. I was just the girl he had to keep safe, the girl who was going to wait at home for him to come back from fighting you.

‘Except it didn’t matter a fucking bit, because the fighting ended and he was still fucking obsessed with you. He’s spent ten years thinking about you - ten years when we were supposed to be free to live our lives! - and lying to me and pretending he wasn’t, and I’ve tried so fucking hard, but he was always yours, and now - now you’ve stolen him from me for good.’

Al was still howling. You and me both, kid, thought Ginny, as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

‘I want to be angry. But I can’t be. Because it’s my fault. Because I knew - I knew that we weren’t really happy, I knew that what Harry went through in the War changed him and what I went through changed me, and that even once it was over we could never be the way we had been before. And I didn’t say anything. Because I’d thought that our life - him - was what I really wanted, and I knew he felt the same. And when I realised it wasn’t, when I realised that he thought it wasn’t, it was impossible to say anything..

‘What the fuck am I going to do? We got engaged the second the battle was over. I’ve never lived on my own. I’m going to be a single mum and I’ve never even lived on my own. And there’s all these things that Harry does around the house and I’ve just never bothered learning how to do them. And I’ve got a date on Sunday, but I haven’t been on a date with someone who isn’t Harry since I was fifteen. What if it goes awfully? What if it goes well, but then it goes awfully? What if the kids end up really fucked up? What if they blame me? What -?’

‘Will you be quiet?’ Tom snarled.

Ginny braced herself. She knew very well what was coming; the words which had smashed her into pieces for that whole, horrible year - I loathe little girls who snivel like you do; it’s no wonder you don’t have any friends; how could you be the person behind these attacks, when you’re a talentless, worthless child? - and which would smash her into pieces again.

Lord Voldemort had played the long game, it seemed. It had taken him sixteen years, but he was about to succeed in destroying her.

‘God,’ he sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

‘Sorry,’ she spat. ‘I know how much snivelling bothers you.’

‘Listen to me. Do you think that I was thrilled about being unceremoniously dumped in a toilet by you?’

‘What?’

‘Do you think that any of my other Horcruxes were ever treated in such a ridiculous manner?’

‘Yeah, I’m so fucking sorry that I didn’t show the bit of soul you were using to possess me enough respect for your liking. How dare you criticise me for that? I was a child! I didn’t know what else to do to get rid of you, so -’

‘Exactly. You were an eleven-year-old girl being possessed by the greatest wizard of all time -’ he punctuated this with a flounce of his robes, which Ginny was pretty certain was involuntary - ‘and you still managed to fight back in the best way available to you. Half the Ministry of Magic can’t say the same.’

‘Huh?’

‘Whatever else I may think of you, you aren’t a coward. You weren’t even then. You’ll be fine.’

‘Oh.’

Al had stopped screaming. He pointed a chubby fist in Tom’s direction and babbled. 

‘Which one is this?’ He looked intensely wary.

‘Albus’

‘What on earth possessed you to agree to that name?’

‘I didn’t agree to it. I picked it.’ He raised an eyebrow, Ginny put on her haughtiest expression. ‘I hope you don’t think so little of Harry that you reckon he’d deny me a say in the names of my own children?’

‘But Albus -’

‘Dumbledore was very kind to me after what you did to me. It was like I was sleepwalking. Nothing felt real, but everyone else was acting like everything was fine - Ginny’s back to normal with no lasting effects! - and I was just having to pretend that they were right. But then I was wandering around one afternoon - everyone else was out in the grounds, but I couldn’t face it - and I ran into Dumbledore, and he said “how are you?” and I said “oh, right as rain again” and he just looked at me, you know the way he used to look at you, like he could read your mind. And it just all came bursting out of me. That I wasn’t better, and I didn’t know if I ever would be, and I thought that a little bit of me had died in the Chamber, that my soul had been broken by what you did to me and it could never be fixed. And he looked at me and he said, “that may very well be true, Miss Weasley. But you must never forget that the parts of us that are broken -”’

‘- let the light in.’ He sneered. ‘I’ve heard that too. I should have known that it was a pre-rehearsed line.’

‘I remember thinking of it when he died. Because he was all broken. Mangled. I remember thinking, “where’s your light now?”. But it turned out that he knew what he was doing in the end.’

‘That’s one way of putting it.’

‘And then we picked Severus for his middle name because we thought it would annoy Snape and that would be funny. And it did and it was.’

‘He looks like Harry.’ He coloured slightly, and Ginny couldn’t help but suspect that he’d not meant to say that aloud. And she wondered…

‘I know. It’s -’

‘- the eyes.’

[the-chosen-fanfiction]

Little James | Share Your Burdens | Romantic

Dialogue prompt: “I never thought someone would care for me the way you do. That someone would really see me.”

Requested: Yes

Little James feels like a nuisance until you reassure him that he is not alone.

With a sullen look on his face, Little James dusts off his feet near his tent, leaning on his stick for support. His lower back hurts, his ankles are swollen and the conversation he had with Jesus weighs heavy on his heart. 

It is not that Jesus hasn’t reassured him enough. That His words have not been sufficient.

The voice inside his mind telling him that he isn’t good enough is difficult to kill, but it is something he must do by himself. With a sigh, he switches to his other foot and pours some water over it, the tedious trek of today settling deep within his bones.

“James,” your voice sounds behind him, and it startles him, nearly toppling over. You let out a sound and move to catch him in case he does, but he finds his balance again soon enough. “Sorry,” you squeak, “I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

He turns and smiles. “No need to worry about it, (Y/n),” he tells you, “I just wasn’t expecting you to…” His eye falls upon the bowl of food in your hand and you hold it out towards him.

“Nathanael and Thomas made it,” you establish, “You look like you could use the food, so I put my serving of poultry with yours as well.”

James flusters at the gesture. “You didn’t need to do that, (Y/n), you need the food as well!” When you seem persistent, he takes the bowl slowly. “Thank you,” he breathes, softer this time, “How about yourself, though?”

“I’ll be fine,” you tell him, “You enjoy your stew, okay? If you are in search of company, I’ll be at the fire with Thad and Zee.” You smile softly and James feels his heart stutter at the sight of how pretty you are. 

He gives a small shake of his head. “Ah, thank you, but I need some time to myself.”

Your grin falls into a frown. “I already suspected you seemed a little upset. Are you alright? Did something happen? If you want someone to speak to, then I’m always available.”

Little James huffs and leans on his stick, trying to find the right words to say to you. “T-Thank you,” he instead stutters, abashed.

You hum and step back, the kindness of your eyes momentarily striking him frozen in his place, before he finally finds the strength to step away and seek out a quiet spot to eat his food at. Before he knows it, his mind drifts to you instead of the conversation he’d had with Jesus, wondering if he should trust you with this struggle. What would you think of him if you knew that he was in such pain? Would you deem him weak, realise he is as much of a nuisance as he feels to be?

He’d never make a good husband for you, he bitterly thinks to himself. You deserve someone who is strong, capable of heavy labour, who can provide for you and your family by working hard. Little James is no such person. 

Your laugh is carried over through camp for Simon Zee has just said something funny, and the sound makes his heart clench in both envy and bittersweetness. He won’t stop you from finding love, even if it isn’t with James himself. Seeing you thrive instead will be the closest he’ll ever be in a relationship with you, he realises.

After dinner, James prepares to turn in for the night, too exhausted to socialise, let alone look upon your beautiful face and wallow in the misery of never calling you his. 

_ 

In the days that pass, Little James avoids you. He walks with others, conveniently switches partners right when you join him, claims to be tired when you ask him to spend some time together. All in all, it doesn’t take you long to catch on, confusion causing you to follow him one evening after a long walk as he retreats to his tent, early as always. Although it feels wrong to corner him like this, you need answers.

“Are you going to tell me what is going on or what?” You didn’t mean to make it sound that way but it comes out harsher than intended, so you quickly add: “I’m worried about you, James. If there is anything I’ve said or done that makes you feel uncomfortable, please do tell me so that I can apologise and do better.”

James’ shoulders relax as he sighs, lowering his gaze to the ground as his back is still turned towards you. “It’s not that.” he mutters. “You’ve done nothing wrong, (Y/n).”

“Then enlighten me,” You take a seat near his tent, looking expectantly at the back of his head, waiting for him to turn and face you. 

James exhales shakily and dares to pivot on his feet, finding a seat for himself. He opens his mouth, but words fail him, and he stares at you for a solid five seconds before averting his gaze, rubbing his forehead. “I don’t know how to bring this,” he says. 

“I won’t judge,” you promise, “Unless it is something very questionable, but I doubt it.”

Little James swallows thickly and tilts his head, biting on the inside of his cheek nervously. 

“Do you think I’m a nuisance?” He has said the words before he can give them a second thought, which is a good thing in this case.

You gawk at him for a moment before you rapidly blink in confusion, shaking your head slowly. “Beg your pardon – wherever did you get that idea from? Of course you aren’t!”

He folds his hand in his lap and lets out a small, abashed noise. “Well, I’m… I’m not fast. When Jesus gave us the power to heal the sick, cast out demons and all that, I went to Him to ask why He gave me such responsibility. I’m not strong, nor tall, nor capable of any defence when it comes to physical strength, and I only slow down the group–”

“James,” you cut him off, “Take it easy for a second. Why are you saying such things about yourself?”

“My condition,” he says, “You know how it is. My back, my feet, needing this stupid thing.” He gestures frustratedly at his staff, “Jesus promised me that one day I’d be healed, but for now, He told me to keep focused on God despite my suffering.”

Tears suddenly grow behind your eyes. You smile softly and reach over to him, putting your hand on top of his. “Jesus says things like that for a reason.” you whisper, “Tell you what. A few weeks ago, I asked Him something in that same way, other than not being granted these powers and all.”

James frowns. “What do you mean?” 

“I asked Jesus why He hadn’t healed me yet.”

His mind races suddenly. “ Healed you? What… What is…”

“I have a condition that makes my joints hurt sometimes,” you explain to him, “Like, very bad. To the point that I can barely keep myself together. It is especially painful in my fingers and knees.”

“I… I didn’t know. I’m sorry, I should have noticed.”

You give him a wry smile. “I tend to suffer in silence. Nobody here knows it except you and Jesus. But it is okay, I didn’t mean to make you worry about me.”

“Why?” James queries, “Your wellbeing matters, too.”

After squeezing his hand, you withdraw it. “I’m okay, really. I didn’t want to make you feel like a bad friend by only telling you about this now, so I’m sorry–”

“You don’t need to apologise for anything.” James hums. “Thank you for trusting me with it.”

“Of course,” you tell him, smiling, “I like you, James. A lot.”

His throat runs dry. “You-You do?”

With flushed cheeks, you nod. “Yeah, you’re genuine and admirable. Despite your struggles, you continue to follow Jesus without complaining.” 

James huffs a laugh, “Well, I do have my questions.” 

“And you’re honest about it.” you add, leaning closer to him. “I like that about you. Everything about you.”

He exhales shakily and finds your gaze, taken aback by how beautiful your (e/c) eyes are. “I don’t think anyone has ever said that to me before.”

“You matter so much, James. To Jesus. To the group. To me .”

“A-And you to me,” James breathes. “I… Honestly, I… I never thought someone would care for me the way you do. That someone would really see me.” Tears blur his vision. “Something like that coming from you of all people… I don’t deserve that.”

“James,” you say, “Don’t you dare say that again.” 

“But who is looking after you ?” James counters, “You are in pain too. I wish I could take that burden from you and–”

You embrace him without warning, tightly, burying your face into his shoulder. 

“Stop it, James,” you whimper, “Truly, quit doubting yourself.”

His momentary frozen position soon melts as he realises what you’re doing and he hugs you back, finding support against you. The gesture is warm, friendly and oh-so-welcome. His system floods with butterflies. Should he confess what he feels, he thinks to himself, or would it ruin the moment? 

“(Y/n),” he croaks, voice heavy with emotion. Your hair smells nice and he takes a deep breath. 

“Yes?”

“Can I… May I look after you in the way you look out for me? O-Only if you’ll have me.”

His heartbeat thumps inside his ears as he awaits your reaction. A soft laugh comes from you and makes his heart skip a beat. 

“You may, James,” you murmur, hugging him a little tighter, “As long as you promise that I can keep doing so for you as well.”

For a moment, you sit like this, but after a while, you let out a soft huff of discomfort, pulling away from the embrace to straighten your back. Your left hand finds your right one and you try to coax the painful joints into a better position, but it is of no use.

Witnessing your discomfort, James’ face falls into a frown, and despite his back, he jumps to his feet, almost forgetting his walking stick. “Are you– I– I mean, wait here, I’ll go to get some… Actually, how can I help you out?” His nose flushes pink, “I’ve got no idea. Ah, I’m not good with things like these, and–”

You giggle and his gut coils at the sound of it – goodness, you’re beautiful – and he sits back down lest his legs give out underneath him so that he can safely melt into a puddle at how much he feels for you, and you shake your head slowly. 

“There isn’t a lot you can do,” you sigh, “But sit with me for a while, okay?”

He exhales softly, reaches over for your hurting hand, and you give it to him, allowing him to gently cup it within his warm palm. 

Just like that, you remain until the pain fades, and a little while longer.

[i-didnt-do-1t]

Davey getting the shit beat out of him epilogue (ish) <3 (I am not a big fan of it but I suppose that’s just how it goes sometimes, this may get deleted and rewritten- davey is Very concussed)

“Heya Jackie,” Finch’s voice was little breathless, David registered, probably because he had had to essentially carry him most of the way to the lodging house. David had tried to hold his own weight but with every three or four steps the whole world would tip violently to the left and he’d be caught stumbling and only fixed upright by Finch’s grip around his waist

“Hey Finch.”

David tried to stand up a little straighter at the sound of Jack’s voice but could feeling himself actively failing at it.

“Maybe look up from the sketch pad cowboy.” Finch said, a little laboured.

“What- oh. Shit Davey?”

“The one and only.” He mumbled and it was difficult to speak around the what he assumed was a some what swollen jaw, or maybe the possible broken nose.

“The hell happened to you?”

Gently, with a hand from Jack, Finch lowered him to a bunk.

“You get two guesses.” Finch answered for him, because eveything was spinning slightly and David wasn’t sure he would’ve been able to get an answer out if he wanted to.

“I’m gonna kill ‘em tomorrow morning.” Jack muttered.

“Oh on my behalf?” And he felt kind of like he was floating, speaking felt like breathing. “I’m touched.”

“Hey Davey” and Jack’s hands were only either side of his cheeks holding his head still but even then it was hard to keep his gaze fixed on one spot. And vaguely he registered that Jack’s voice had taken on that very specific tone he had eventually categorised as worried but the fact that it was directed at him wasn’t something he could quite reconcile. “Think they knocked out your brains or something’ cuz you’re talking more shit than usual.”

“I think this is how I cope.” David intoned back, and the words felt floaty even to his own ears, he didn’t think too hard about it though, couldn’t when Jack was staring at him. His eyes were warm, his hands were warm too, David noticed; Jack in general was always warm. He ran hot in the way David ran cold.

He was pretty cold right now actually.

“No wonder they beat the shit out of you if you were being mouthy.”

“Oh. They said Les said something.” He thought about it for a second. “I’m just an extension of him I think.”

“Right, we both know that ain’t true.”

“It kinda is.”

“You’re your own person Davey.”

“You’re too kind.”

“Sure am.” Jack paused, “I can’t get your ma can I?”

“Absolutely not.”

Jack looked away from him for a second, just long enough to meet eyes with Finch.

“Yeah thought not.” Jack sighed. “Looks like you’re staying at the lodging house tonight.”

And David hadn’t stayed at the lodging house before despite the litany of invitations that had been extended his ways. The late night poker games run by Race or the way some of the younger ones would sometimes ask him to read got him to stay late, but staying over would mean becoming a burden. Putting them out. He couldn’t do that. “Oh, I don’t wanna take anyone’s bed.”

“You won’t be.”

Admittedly, David was stubborn but he wasn’t taking anyone’s bed and what Jack was saying made no sense because he knew the lodging house was full. They’d only talked about it a few days earlier.

“I like lying on the floor anyway.”

(and that wasn’t even a lie. Just not something he admitted to people out loud usually. But sometimes the floor was the better option than sharing with Les who occasionally took to kicking in his sleep.)

“I’m not making you sleep on the floor Dave, not with your injuries. I think you’ve got a concussion.”

“Probably. Oscar slammed my head against the wall.”

And he should’ve been expecting the way Jack’s gaze darkened, shouldn’t have said anything in the first place because Jack was never going to react to the news differently. But his brain and his mouth weren’t as connected as they usually were and getting either one to do what he wanted was weirdly difficult in a way he couldn’t describe.

“Course he did.” Jack glowered, “I’m gonna slam Morris’s head into a wall t’morrow an’ see how he likes it.”

The black spots appearing at the edges of his vision were only serving to make Davey feel even more lightheaded than he was before but he couldn’t stop himself from catching Jack’s lower arm as he tried to pull away.

“Don’t do that.”

And Jack’s face was blurred but he looked incredulous, staring at Davey like he’d grown a second head. Like his request was unheard of.

“Dave have you seen yourself.”

“No, but I can feel it.” He blinked, intentional and hard in an attempt to clear his vision, to clear his head. “You’re just gonna make things worse.”

Jack sat back on his heels.

“Davey-“

“I wasn’t lying, they soaked me instead of Les. I don’t need you giving them a reason to go after him instead.”

“They wouldn’t, not really.”

But Davey couldn’t risk that. Not with the way Morris glared at him and Les in the mornings. And through the fog, he knew Jack knew it too.

“You really believe that?”

Jack’s silence was answer enough.

“Exactly.”

[the-travelling-witch]

I HEARD SOMEONE NEEDED A SEROTONIN BOOST SO HERE I AM >:) just a few little things that have happened in my life recently that make me smile

yesterday I was up late at night doing some work before I heard something scratching my door. I thought I was hallucinating sounds, I mean it was 4am after all.

but the sounds continued and I was getting low key scared, because every one else was asleep and some others had gone out. I opened my door and lo behold, standing mightily, and slightly annoyed, my cat.

I was kinda relieved, then my cat walked past me and got on my bed and started to sniff around everything and explore my bed as if she had never been on it before. Like come on man, you were pouncing on it a few days ago. But anyways,

She starts to do that thing dogs usually do before curling up and walks around a spot a few times before finding the perfect position to sleep in. She dozed off on one of my plush toys (she’s not really fond of them).

She looked so cute cuddled up, I didn’t have the nerve to wake her up from her sleep.

So that’s how I slept at the ass crack of dawn, because my cat simply looked too cute to move from my bed.

on a more chaotic note, the other day my friend came over at my place and we tried out the character ai thing that’s been blowing up. I had the fantastic idea to chat with AI henry cavill, because hey, have you seen that man?

Well I kinda feel bad now. I manipulated him to the point where he now believes he’s a psych ward patient with severe schizophrenia.

this was after he killed me three times, went through labour, joined my superhero squad and admitted to cheating on me. it was wild, to say the least.

i recently made a new friend, they’re super duper nice. You know those friendships that are like it feels as though you’ve known each other for ages even though you met a few days ago? yeah well this was a perfect example of that.

It turns out we had a lot of things in common, and share lots of interest, so it’s gotten really easy to bond over stuff together. They just messaged me recently about restarting haikyuu, and rambling about their nostalgia, it was an interesting chat, to say the least.

anyways enough about my life, how’s your life been going? any soft or little moments happen recently?

(Also I know I’m practically interacting with you after a hell of a long time, sorry about that! I’ve kinda left tumblr to focus on study’s (#depressing), but I hope I get more chances to chat with you as I plan to become more active soon!)

ASHY THIS IS SO SWEET!! <3

cats are so cute and random in their own way, you never know what they might do next /pos; closed doors just seem to be their natural nemesis, like they gotta know what’s happening on the other side!! and yes, it’s a law of nature that a sleeping kitty may never be moved!!

i’ve not tried the ais myself but from what i got they can get super chaotic, in both positive and negative ways; i think your experience was just crazy in a whole other direction though hshshs

i’m super happy for you that you made a friend like that!! whenever you meet someone you just click with, it’s just so special and those connections are very precious!! one friend from college is like that for me, our sense of humour and energy just match and it’s good vibes all around <3

don’t worry about not interacting much lately, it’s a two way street so i’ve not been reaching out either ㅠㅠ let’s talk more in the future though!!

it’s just very stressful, mostly because of college and i’m trying not to get into my head about everything, from work to comparing myself to others (especially here on tumblr, other writers are just amazing and i easily feel lesser than)

on a more positive note, i ordered a couple of puzzles to get back into that and i’m very excited for them to arrive (one of them is a botw puzzle and aaahhh i’m impatiently waiting for the post woman); on the day i felt so down, i went out to eat bc i couldn’t use my kitchen and walking around the city just made me appreciate things a lot more, it was very peaceful and beautiful <3

also yae and kirara came home so yay!! no agony over genshin gacha hshsh

[custardmylovewrites]

☘ Requiem for Yesterday // chapter 4

WARNINGS: none for this chapter! :D

WORD COUNT: 3k

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“Professor Laventon has told me how you helped secure his pokemon when they slipped his control.”

Captain Cyllene started, giving the Professor a brief glance before focusing onto Kobii. He just nodded mutely, her stern face demanding respect. It made him feel a bit scared, but he couldn’t help but think that he had seen an expression like that before… And at that time, more than people’s first thoughts of him were at risk…

“And now it seems he would like us to feed and house you in exchange for ongoing labour.”

She gave him a look up and down, much like how the canteen owner did only a few minutes ago, her face however hid her opinions on his looks much better than his had. Or she simply did not care.

“Hmm.. You look to be fifteen or so,”

She mused. Kobii at this couldn’t quite decide if she was right or not. While the age didn’t sound far off he didn’t feel as if it was correct. He nodded anyways, not wanting to think more about that train of thought and what worry it could bring.

‘Train of thought..’ Before he could dwell more on the familiar yet somewhat confusing phrase, Cyllene continued to speak with a nod of her head,

“Quite old enough to earn your keep.”

The professor grinned and placed a hand on Kobii’s shoulder, giving him a congratulatory pat before the Captain continued.

“But we can’t simply take on a stranger who wanders in among us, without any idea of their skills or origins.”

‘Oh. That might be a bit of a problem.’

“Tomorrow we will see if you can prove yourself worthy.”

She finished. Laventon, seemingly unfazed by this just patted Kobii’s shoulder before he stuffed his hands into the pockets of his lap coat,

“Oho! A most reasonable decision, Captain. Now, would you care to join us for a meal? I’m sure you’ve got plenty of questions for our visitor!”

He exclaimed, much to Kobii’s own reluctance. He really just wanted at this point to know if he’d at least get somewhere to sleep for tonight, some time to himself to sort out his mind and for this dammed headache to go away. Talking with Captain Cyllene would only make two of those wants harder to achieve. To his delight, the Captain shook her head,

“That’s quite alright. I prefer to eat alone so that I might enjoy my meals without disruption.”

With that, she considered the conversation over and walked between the small group they had formed and disappeared into the rattan building, the door gently closing shut behind her, leaving the Professor, Kobii and Akari, and perhaps the guard standing outside the Headquarters building behind them listening in, alone.

“Aloof as always I see.”

Laventon muttered while shaking his head before turning his attention to Kobii,

“Well, No matter! The rest of us can share a meal and some pleasant conversation, then, eh?”

He grinned at both Kobii and Akari who shook her head slightly at his actions.

“Beni, old chum!”

Laventon suddenly yelled at the building, making Kobii jump and cover his ears with his hands. He did not miss the slight chuckle from Akari across from him as she covered her ears too.

“The usual potato mochi, if you please – but make it three for today!”

He finished yelling his order, no doubt disrupting the locals. However, as Kobii got a sneaky glimpse around, it seemed no one was bothered, or perhaps they had simply just gotten used to him ordering in such a way. The sentiment felt familiar, but Kobii brushed it off for now.

“Come now you two, let’s take a seat.”

Laventon smiled before sitting himself down on the bench outside the canteen, Akari taking the spot next to him leaving Kobii to take the seat across from them both. Although he felt a bit awkward sitting right across from them where they could stare at him all they wanted, he did appreciate not having to look out into the street behind him where the locals were still going about their normal afternoons.

Professor Laventon seemed to jump straight into conversation with Akari, asking her about her day. Kobii kept his gaze on the table in front of him, not knowing if it was alright if he heard what they were talking about. In the end, he settled on it was fine and they wouldn’t talk about things we shouldn’t know right in front of him. Well, from what Kobii had witnessed, maybe Professor Laventon would. Akari seems like the more responsible one of the unlikely duo.

“You focused on the land around Aspiration hill today like I suggested, didn’t you?”

The Professor asked to which Akari shrugged,

“More or less. I chased around a starly that headed towards Floaro Gardens so I did some observations there before I headed back to camp.”

“Akari, what did I say about going into areas with more dangerous pokemon while you’re still recovering.”

The Professor huffed with a displeased frown, to which Akari just shook off his concern with her hand,

“I’ll be fine Professor, I’ve been stuck inside the village for a week now, I’ve got to try and catch up on all the data collection time I’ve lost.”

It looked like Laventon was going to respond but was interrupted when the door to the canteen opened and the cranky old man that had yelled at Kobii earlier came out with a few plates of potato mochi balanced in his arms. Kobii thought he looked pretty mellow and approachable until the man noticed him and the sour frown from earlier returned as he placed the plates onto the table, pointedly placing them all right in front of Akari and the Professor.

“Wonderful stuff, Beni! Much obliged. Your potato mochi never fail to please!”

Laventon complimented as Kobii spied Akari taking a sneaky mochi from the Professor’s plate who either didn’t notice or didn’t mind. Beni nodded with a smile at Laventon before shooting a snide glare at Kobii and went back inside the canteen.

They all stayed silent at the table until Beni had shut the door behind him when Akari turned to Laventon,

“Professor Laventon, Where exactly did you meet our…”

She paused, glancing at Kobii,

“… Visitor here?” She finished.

“Ah, well, you know of that great hole in the sky? The one people call the space-time rift?” Laventon asked to which Akari just gave him an unimpressed look.

“Oh, that hole in the sky, I thought you meant the other one – of course I know what hole in the sky you mean Professor.” She grumbled before a look of surprise washed over her.

“Wait, you don’t mean…”

Laventon nodded and grinned with a clap,

“Yes, our new friend fell right out of it!”

He finished as if it made logical sense and reached for a potato mochi from the plate in front of him as Akari looked between him and Kobii.

“You can’t be serious.”

She settled on, giving him a deadpanned look. All Kobii could do in that situation was give a slight smile, still not quite believing it himself.

Laventon nodded before shaking his head and frowning,

“Come now – I am a scientist!” He took a bite of mochi before continuing, looking up to the evening sky, a magnificent orange colour.

“My job is to observe and explain any and all phenomena. I only concern myself with facts!”

Akari didn’t seem convinced but didn’t continue to voice her thoughts on the matter, taking another mochi for herself before pushing the third plate towards Kobii, gesturing that he could eat some if he wanted. As the Professor began to speak again, seemingly about a slightly unrelated topic, Kobii hesitantly tried one of the mochi, taking a small bite.

“Now, you already know there are many pokemon here in the Hisui region…” Akari nodded, swallowing her food before she spoke,

“That there are—in the grass, in forests, by water, wherever they like.” She shrugged,

“Our job as the Survey Corps is to research them and find out what type of creatures they are!”

Laventon nodded as she spoke before sighing and facing the sky again, letting his arms cross across his chest.

“Well, we know this much… pokemon are terrifying creatures!”

That sentence, for a reason he couldn’t pinpoint, made Kobii feel uncomfortable. It was wrong, pokemon weren’t terrifying, maybe some of them were a little scary but most of them would never attack a person without a reason, well that’s what he thought.

But as Kobii continued to think he realised he didn’t really have any basis to back that up, he had only met three pokemon; Cyndaquil, Rowlet and Oshawott. While they were quite small and harmless enough, dare he even think cute, that was three out of… who knows how many. Because of all of this, and that he couldn’t even really say what a pokemon was right now, Kobii kept his thoughts to himself, opting to focus on the potato mochi in his hands.

“It’s all but impossible to know what kinds of powers they might posses or what sorts of wonderous things they could do!”

The Professor continued, sighing, and shaking his head before smiling and turning to Akari again,

“But that’s where Kobii will come in!” He announced, much to both Akari and Kobii’s confusion,

“He successfully caught three pokemon! Three of them in quick order, you understand! Nobody in the Galaxy Team is capable of a feat such as that. This means we can finally begin our Pokemon research in earnest!” He continued, unaware or ignoring Akari’s obvious doubtful look.

“Three!? We have a hard enough time catching even one when wild pokemon come after us…” Akari said to which the Professor put a hand to his chin,

“Ah, well, to be fair, the pokemon that fled to the beach weren’t on the attack.” He admitted.

“But the key to catching pokemon is getting close enough to aim your pokeball. And well it seems our new friend is fearless enough to do just that!” He smiled.

“Oh, um, I don’t think I’m necessary fearless…” Kobii added, not wanting them to get the wrong idea about him. While he didn’t consider himself a scaredy cat, he still got scared sometimes, not that he could currently remember what he was scared of or why. If only his headache would just go away already.

“Nonsense! After all-“ Laventon started before the door to the canteen was slammed open and the older man from before came stomping back out,

“Does the Survey Corps really have the leeway to be enjoying a meal with this outsider?” He demanded, standing behind Kobii who didn’t turn around, not wanting to anger or annoy the man he presumably annoyed already by just existing.

“Your captain just ordered ten whole portions of potato mochi, you know. The slow progress on that Pokedex of yours clearly has her on edge.” He jabbed, to which Akari just sighed and looked back down and continued eating the mochi on her plate. Kobii noticed Laventon trying to keep his face in a polite expression. At least that’s what he assumed that look the Professor had was supposed to be.

“I’m sure we’ll start to reign in the good captain’s stress eating soon enough. Now have your fill Kobii!” He grinned at him. Kobii had a slight smile and nodded, picking up the food from his plate once again. It was pretty good food, if you could ignore the glare that he was sure was coming from Beni.

“And think! If you make it into the Galaxy Team, you’ll never have to worry about a meal again! The team provides for all it’s members’ needs – even if those members fell from the sky!” The Professor chuckled, making Kobii’s smile a bit bigger and Akari smirk as she tried to focus on her own meal. Kobii was sure that if the Professor didn’t finish his own plate soon, Akari would start to sneak mochi from his plate.

The sound of footsteps and the canteen’s door sliding shut let Kobii know that Beni had left them be, his shoulders relaxing.

“Don’t worry about Beni. He’s a good man, if not a little paranoid at times.” Laventon said, trying to make him feel better. Kobii just nodded. Akari looked up from her plate,

“So, you really fell from the sky like the Professor said?”

“W-well, I don’t really remember, but he said that’s what he saw.” Kobii explained, Laventon nodding along.

“I just woke up on the beach and then the Professor and his pokemon found me.” Kobii shrugged, biting into another piece of mochi.

“And you’re sure that’s what you saw? You didn’t just see a bird or something did you?” Akari turned to face Laventon, suspicious.

“Of course it was him, his silhouette was much too unique to be a bird.” He insisted.

“That said, are you sure you’re alright, my boy? No major injuries or the such?” Kobii shook his head, finishing his last piece of mochi.

“No, at least I don’t think so. I just have a headache really..” Akari looked like she still didn’t believe them but she didn’t voice any objections she had.

“My, I suppose that’s good then. I will admit, I was surprised to find you in such a good condition as I did.” Laventon added.

“Oh! How is your head? Is your memory still quite as addled as it was on the beach?”

“Memory?” Akari asked, glancing at the Professor before looking at Kobii.

“At Prelude Beach Kobii didn’t seem to recognise the name or where we were..” Laventon further explained before allowing Kobii to say more himself.

How was his memory? When he tried to think about anything before the beach, his headache just seemed to spike.

“Um, I… I can’t really remember much of anything, at least I don’t think so..” He shook his head,

“Whenever I try and think about before the beach, my head hurts.” The Professor gave him a slight worried frown meanwhile Akari looked up from her attempt at stealing a mochi from Lavender’s plate.

“Like, nothing?” Kobii shook his head.

“Sorry, nothing really apart from my name.” He decided to keep the part about knowing what types of pokemon the pokemon from earlier were to himself, considering the opinions he had observed so far.

“Hmm.. Well, We’ll have to go visit the Medical Corps when you join the Galaxy Team. I’m sure that even if they can’t help us with your memory, a quick check up would do good for you.” Laventon smiled, Akari and Kobii nodding.

“But for now, we should get going! It’s quite late already and what you need my boy is some sleep to set you right for tomorrow.” He announced, standing up now that his plate had been cleared. Kobii was sure that most of it had been eaten by Akari.

Now that Kobii focused around him, the sun had set and the stars were starting to appear in the sky. He looked up in awe as he stood. For some reason, seeing so many stars felt novel to him.

“That was quite delicious! Quite delicious indeed!” Laventon exclaimed as he stretched.

“Yes, the food was lovely. But more importantly… you do remember Kobii has a trial to pass to join the Survey Corps, don’t you?” Akari added, a hand on her hip and giving a small, worried look towards Kobii. He appreciated the concern, but all this talk of a mysterious trial was starting to make him feel more nervous than he already was. Kobii was sure this much stress as his age wasn’t good nor normal.

The Professor didn’t seem nearly as worried as Akari was,

“No way! I have complete confidence Kobii’s skills!” He grinned, doing an excited motion with his hands.

The door to the canteen slid open and the Captain walked out, looking as serious as ever,

“Let’s hope it isn’t misplaced.” She came to stand in between Akari and Kobii, hands behind her back as she stood rigidly.

“’Kobii,’ was it?” He nodded.

“For tonight, at least, we will provide you with a place to sleep. You may use our quarters there.” She nodded towards a row of buildings down the street.

“But if you fail to pass the trial we put to you tomorrow, you must move on. You will be expelled from the village to meet your fate – and perhaps your death – in the wilds.” She said as she walked off back towards the large building.  That alone made Kobii’s blood turn cold. Death? They would just.. send him off to what they assumed could very well be his death if he didn’t prove he was useful?

The thought shook him to his core in a way he didn’t understand. The threat of dying wasn’t new, he couldn’t remember why it wasn’t new but in his bones he knew it was something he had faced before. No, that wasn’t what disturbed him. It was that an adult was so ready to lead him to such a fate, at his age no less!?

‘Was it weird for people to have this mentality to him because of his age?’

He couldn’t remember why it was strange, people should work hard and help their community in hard times, but exile and death seemed… a bit harsh for some reason he couldn’t articulate.

“Captain Cyllene’s somewhat like Hisui, in that they’re both quite harsh.” Akari commented, pulling Kobii out of the downward spiral of worry he had begun to descend as he turned back to face her and the Professor.

“Now now, she simply puts on a stern front to help keep us all safe.” Laventon said, giving Akari a pat on the head which she seemed not too fond of but also used to.

“At any rate, I think it’s time we turned in for the night, eh?”

[twstddream]

If your request are still open can I ask for some hc of Savanaclaw trio, Octavinelle trio , and the diasomnia gang reacting to:

Twst boy: what you reading there?

Mc: *walking out of room* 101 ways to seduce a male _____" (ie. Hyena, fae or octopus) ~❤

 I’m not gonna lie, I had no clue how to write this. But, I’m giving it a shot. The MC will be more flirty, but aloof at the same time. And just for y’all Che’nya lovers, I added him to the list :)

THIS WAS REQUESTEDLAST OCTOBER I’M SO SORRY

Story outline: The boys notice you reading a book. Now they’re subjected to your interesting reading material

GN!Reader by default. No personal pronouns used besides they/them.

Ambiguous relationship with the boys.

• Leona had few things he cared about at Night Raven College. Those being magical shift tournaments, napping under the shade of his favourite tree in the botanical garden, and you. He often found himself pouring all of his love and attention into you, and you didn’t mind reciprocating one bit.

So of course he’d notice once your attention starts to waver from him.

• You see, just a few days ago, Ruggie had approached you asking for help in returning and checking out some new books for classes. After messing around with Ruggie for a bit (and being told to quiet down more than a handful of times) you both had stumbled across a rather fascinating book. At the behest of the cheeky hyena boy, you had checked “How to Seduce Afterglow Savannah Beastmen” out of the library.

• Nothing much gets past Leona, even when’s asleep he’s somehow acutely aware of his surroundings. You knew it wouldn’t be long before he sat up and badgered you about whatever, but you wanted to control the topic today.

•  Finally stirring from his catnap, he noticed that damned book in your hands. He only stared for a few moments, waiting for you to engage with him, but you hadn’t.

• “Oi, herbivore,” Leona finally spoke up “what’s that book you have there, hm? Is it really that much more important than me?” He teased.

• Ohoho, he fell right into your trap.

You held up the still-open book in your hands for him to read.

“Nothing much, Leona. I just picked up a book I thought looked interesting today...”

Now that he can read the chapter you were on his eyes widen in shock

“... How to Seduce a Male Lion Beastman”

• “Hah? What are you trying to start here, human?” he bore his fangs lightly

• This was the time to play dumb.

“I don’t know what you mean, I’m not trying to start anything, Leona. I’m just indulging in a good book.” You replied, all while batting your eyelashes sweetly at him.

• “You’re reading that in my bed, forgive me for making such accusations.” His sarcasm did not go unnoticed. But after that he flipped over and fell asleep.

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• After the initial incident, he expected you to drop it, but to his utter surprise (and slight embarrassment) you once again brought that damn book to his dorm room. What’s more, he’s seen that you’ve made significant progress in the book, 3/4 of the way finished judging by the bookmark you’ve left stuck between the pages.

• Leona lets out a heavy, laboured sigh. He knows you’re not gonna drop this until you get the reaction you want.

“I’ll indulge you just this once, herbivore,” Leona rolls over and faces towards you, laying on his side with his arms propping himself up, an expectant look on his face 

“Hit me with your best shot. I wanna see you put that rotten book to use. If it turns out that you’ve been wasting your time, I’ll be looking forward to see how you make it up to me.”

• Okay, nothing to worry about, all you have to do is uhhh...

• Being put on the spot like this has made you forget everything you’ve (jokingly) read.

• In your panic you did the only thing your malfunctioning brain could think to do. You lean in and place a quick peck on his lips, quickly retreating to your side of the bed, placing your face in your hands and curl your body away from the lion beastman now sat at attention next to you.

• Leona let out a loud and boisterous laugh, something so rarely elicited from the normally lazy and jaded prince.

"Hahahah! You really though you had something there, didn’t you?” His laughter quickly but quietly died down, and he became serious. Taking advantage of the now slightly-tense atmosphere, he trailed on,

“Hah, in all honesty, I don’t think you need some book to ‘seduce’ me. You’ve got me wrapped around your finger..” his voice died off towards the end but you heard him perfectly fine.

• “Well, if we’re admitting truths here, I didn’t think I’d get this far.” You shyly confess.

• Staying silent, but nodding to acknowledge what you said, he shifted closer to you and leaned in, a soft plea on his lips

“Do it again...”

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“I’m waiting to see how you’ll make it up to me. And no more of these soft affections, I expect you to fully devote yourself to me from now on, and to honour me properly.”

• Ruggie has taught you many things. To enjoy the small pleasures that life brings, how to efficiently utilize everything you’re given, and his most important of imparted knowledge, how to have a good laugh.

• Ruggie isn’t one for practical jokes per se, but he’s always up for messing with and teasing others’ when the opportunity presents itself (and it’s safe to do so.) He’ll rope you into his badgering on occasion, and he’s sure to share the blame with you (even if you didn’t actually do anything.)

• With all of his past jests in mind, you decide to mess with him yourself. The poor boy is so easy to fluster with genuine affection, it’s easy to come up with the method of which you’re going to torment him.

• You pick up a book from a small library on Sage Island and quickly employ all that you’ve learned. All that you’ve learned was, essentially, to walk funny. Hilarious diagrams were shown, and you were convinced you had it down pat. Now all there was to do was to, ahem, present yourself to the hyena boy. Even if it was embarrassing you were sure he’d get a laugh out of it, even if your original intent was to set the boy’s heart aflutter (through unconventional means, that is.)

• But then you decided your pride and dignity are more important than doing a funny walk. So you opted to just present the book to him.

• It was easy to track down Ruggie down in the Savanaclaw dorm. He was always running around doing various chores and tasks, ever the dutiful golden goose- er, hyena.

He notices you approaching and quickly whistles in your direction while sending you a short wave of acknowledgement.

• Time to enact your master plan. Quickly jogging over to the young boy, you pull out your prized possession and call out,

“Oi, Ruggie! I wanted to ask you some questions!”

The second year’s tail started wagging wildly behind him.

• You want to ask him a question, meaning you want his help with something? Out of everyone you went to him. Oh, he was over the moon.

‘What’s that you’re holding? A book? So you want help with studying, huh? It’s gonna cost you though. Hmm, what should he charge you, a meal at the cafeteria? Or maybe some help with shopping? Oh wait you’re right in front of him now uh oh -were you saying something?’

• His agape mouth only opened even more when he spotted the title of the book you brought along with you.

“101 Ways to Seduce a Male Hyena”

• “He- hey! What are you doing with something like that, huh?! Are you trying to start something?!”

You responded with a simple nod and a loose smile. His cheeks were dusted with a dull pink, and his widened eyes were twitching ever so slightly. A beautiful sight, indeed. Unfortunately for you, he recovered quickly, his gaze shying away and holding his hand to his mouth to muffle his words and hide his face.

“You’re more trouble than you’re worth, you know that? As compensation, I expect you to help me with this laundry.”

• Okay, fair enough. You got what you wanted. You throw the book on top of the pile of already folded clothes and get to work, Ruggie still avoiding your curious gaze.

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“If you’re gonna do such a poor job then I might as well teach you myself. I’ll let you know though, I’m very much a hands-on kind of teacher, shishishi~! And it won’t be cheap either! But I guess since you’re so eager to learn, I might give you a discount. Only because we’re this close...”

 • Jack liked his routine, it was familiar, and it helped improve what he considered essential in his life. He can appreciate that you join in on his daily training, or studying. Even if you’re not joining in, and all you’re doing is passing him his water or towel, or handing him a new pen when is runs out. You’re kind like that.

• With that being said Jack didn’t expect you to enter his dorm room holding a book with the title “How to attract a wolf beastman” because why would someone like you do that. You wouldn’t do that, right?

• He rubs his eyes and sees that he is, in fact, not having the strangest nightmare of his life. No, this is real alright.

 “Jack! Just the man I wanted to see!” You greet, inviting yourself to sit on his bed, choosing not to make a comment on the flustered state of your best friend.

 Jack is stuck in place, feeling like he just got pushed into a surprise ice bath.

• His reaction really isn’t anything other than switching between a mixture of shock, mortification, and the tiniest bit of envy. 

•  But why envy? Why I feel jealous over what is clearly a small prank. Is it that I feel insignificant enough for them to do this, but then again, in them going through with their prank does that make me special? But would they do this with just anyone? If it garnered the same result, would they try and fluster just about anyone? Agh, thinking about all of this is useless!

• Nothing prepared you for Jack crossing the room and ripping the book out of your hands faster than you could blink. He holds the book loosely in one hand, his other placed on his hips, and holding the book as far away from him as he can, all the while reprimanding you with his glare alone.

“You’re crazy, you know that? I don’t want to have to deal with the aftermath of your messes, especially when you pull stuff like this. What if it was anyone else but me? Someone less savoury and can’t take a joke or a no. I don’t want you getting hurt over such a small trick...”

“What do you mean ‘it’s only for me’!? That’s it! Out!”

• Jack couldn’t stay mad for too long and went to apologize to you for his outburst with an offer of lunch in the cafeteria. Which you found strange, he was the victim of the prank, not you? Why apologize for getting (appropriately) angry?

• He took your fucking lunch that’s why. He’s a damn scoundrel and a liar.

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“What do you think you’re doing?! ..Don’t misunderstand me, I’m not flustered at all! I’m concerned for your well-being is all; carrying something like that around in Savanaclaw is sure to bring about some unwanted attention. Of course, I’ll protect you from any rowdy students, don’t mistake me for some scoundrel... I know you were looking for my attention, and now that you’ve got it, I don’t want you seeking out another’s. Heh, you’re crazy for doing this, but don’t expend that effort for anyone else. Only me, got it?”

• Azul tries so hard to keep up his suave businessman persona, but he fails miserably. He’s slumping into himself, face red, with his mouth agape. He looked ridiculous.

• Genuinely has an anime glasses crack moment. He sits silent in his seat but quickly starts sputtering nonsense and averts his gaze, looking everywhere but you.

• It takes a monumental amount of effort to not start reading off a paragraph from the book. But you decide that Azul’s in enough agony as it is.

• “My dear, is there ah- any particular reason for your visit today?” The poor octomer looked about ready to burst, all while trying to compose himself.

“Not that I don’t enjoy your visits and our time together, no, no. Any time spent with you is time well spent! But I- you see- uhm...” He rambles on.

• Standing from your seat, you make your way over the dazed man, stopping mere inches from him, and lowering yourself to look him in the eyes (which was hard since he was doing the exact opposite of what you were doing)

When his eyes finally dart to yours, he gains a hopeful expression. It was a cute site. His faint blush, slightly ajar mouth, while he looks up at you beneath the rim of his hat with that timid expression, it truly was a marvelous site. Little did Azul know, these expressions are exactly what make you keep pulling stunts like this.

• You quickly flip his hat down onto his face, and let out the lightest of laughs, thought it was at his expense, Azul found your laugh to be simply angelic and (begrudgingly) worth the embarrassment.

• It was a quick and easy solution, his last resort to save face, Azul invites you to a free dinner at the Mostro Lounge, with him as your guest, of course. And with your eager acceptance, he begins to plan the perfect date.

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“What are you laughing at? My face? You’re laughing at my face?! ... Oh. You meant my expression... Well, yes, yes, it was a funny joke, you don’t need to keep laughing so hard, please exert some effort to keep your dignity in tact. Though I’m not sure you have much left, let alone care about regaining or sustaining it...”

• Desperate to seem actually interested in the subject of the book currently in your hands, you walked and read at the same time. Which isn’t always the best idea, as it’s left you open to stumbling into walls and fellow students alike. But then you accidentally got invested in the reading material, and you found yourself reading it for real, flipping the pages at a rapid yet steady pace.

 This is how you found yourself floundering about the empty yet claustrophobic walkways of the Mostro Lounge to your assigned table. When it hit you, literally, that you were so focused on your book that you neglected everything (and everyone) that was around you. You ran into just the eel you wanted to see.

•  “Do keep your attention and guard up around these parts, it’s quite rude to ignore those in your presence, not to mention easy to slips things by you. Not that I’m suggesting any harm shall befall upon you, but it is best to be careful. Now, may I recommend reading over our menu, seeing as you’re quite the voracious reader.” He lightly chuckles at his little comment at the end.

• You honestly did not know how you missed the presence of Jade, what with his tall stature and somewhat menacing aura, and also the fact that you were reading this damned book just for him, so he really should be the person you’re most alert to right now, but that seems to not be the case.

• The leering grin on his face clues you in on the fact that he has definitely seen your reading material, and definitely expects you to make your move. That sadist.

• He’s curious as to what you’ll do. Will you deploy any tactics? Or will you stumble over yourself in an attempt to save face? Is that even a concern of yours?

He finds your reaction and next actions endearing anyways. Whether this was all a joke to fluster him (which he’ll never admit it, but it worked) or an honest attempt to study the culture of his species, or something else, he’s enraptured by your boldness.

-------

“I thank you for choosing to dine with us today. And trust me when I say that I’m not just spouting rhetorics, I truly am grateful to have seen you today. You and your antics... Please continue to show me such interesting things. In that regard, I am in your care”

• Floyd didn’t like boring things. This was a fact everyone knew. So to really capture his attention and catch his interest, you decided to (perhaps) step out of character and do something spontaneous. Something that’ll hopefully catch him off-guard and get a laugh out of him.

You already held his attention and affection, of course. But what’s wrong with a bit of harmless whimsy?

• Turns out a lot, actually. All you wanted to do was show off your book to him and maybe get a chuckle out of it, but Floyd thought of this as a passion-filled chase and promptly rose from his seat and sprinted full-speed at you. Which led to you boarding yourself inside of Ramshackle with the crazed eel-man banging on your front door. Grim was wailing upstairs, telling you he knew it was a bad idea, the ghosts were arming themselves with brooms and mops. It as a disaster.

• You half-expected your door to be bust down and for you to resign yourself to your fate of being squeezed to an inch of your life, until the deafening knocking on your door quieted down to nothing. But you knew he hadn’t left, and you knew it was a bit cruel to the boy to run away like you did. However, he truly seemed like a predator chasing his prey. 

You took a deep breath in, and approached the door as you exhaled. Preparing for the violent hug of your closest friend. You closed your eyes as you turned the handle, and let out a gasp of air as you were tackled to the ground.

• “Shrimpy! You’re so mean, y’know that? Locking me out of your home when you started all of this!” The boy’s tackled hug had knocked the breath out of you, but he didn’t seem to mind your panting, as he rubs his cheek against yours and pets your head.

“You owe me something, don’t you think?” He turned serious all too suddenly, lifting his head to stare into your eyes with his mismatched own.

“How about a date!?” He cheerily proposes, his menacing air dissipating completely. 

Why not, you decide. Spending time with Floyd was what you wanted all along.

“And, you can show me all the stuff you learned. Won’t that be fun? It better be good though, I don’t want anything lazy.” There’s the Floyd you know and love.

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“So about that date, I was thinking of taking you to the Coral Sea and dumping some swimming lessons on you! Doesn’t that sound fun? Hm, no? Well too bad, we’re doing it anyways! I won’t let you drown, don’t worry, but I can’t guarantee I won’t toy with you a bit. It’s only fair, you know? Accept your punishment~”

•  The devotion you invest into your relationships is what made Malleus sure that you were the right one. The right one for what? Only time will tell, but he’s fine with anything. Your love, your disdain, your affection, he’ll gladly accept it all. So when you threw yourself into the study of his culture and home country, he felt honoured. And he knew that would understand how wonderful Briar Valley was. You just had to.

• So imagine his surprise when he catches you reading what he considers such a scandalous book. Were you, his child of man, truly interested in the courting methods of the fae?

• He’d spend many silent hours pondering on whether or not this interest was surface level, or if it delved deeper. Were you reading just to understand it from a clinical perspective? Or were you truly looking to take up a lover, and if so, who?

• Malleus hoped with all his heart that he was on your mind as you flipped through the pages, that it was his hands and fingers you envisioned when prompted with the thought of exchanging rings and vows, that it was his hair you would keep in a locket safe and secure around your neck. His body, mind, and soul belonged to you, and he knew it. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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“Child of man, I see you are studying up on the courting methods between humans and faeries, are you not? I thought as much. Tell me, does your heart yearn for another when you read these passages? Does it ache with the passion of young love maturing? I wonder, do you feel what I feel?”

• Ohoho, has someone caught your eye, young prefect? For you to indulge yourself in reading something so improper, oh it must be someone special.

• Of course Lilia knows. He knows everything, apparently, and he knows you know that he knows. And he’s gonna give you the run-around.

It’s all “Oh, where did you pick up this book of yours?” this and Any particular reason that it caught your eye?” that. “Anyone on your mind lately, prefect? Don’t you worry, I won’t tell a soul, I promise.” He says as he throws in a wink at the end. You swear he’s not worth the trouble, but you know you’re lying to yourself in thinking that.

• Lilia now hovers around you more (literally), more than he ever has. He’ll pop in and strike up a conversation while you do the most mundane things. The old man can’t help but want to hog up all your free-time, and then some. How can he help himself? You’re just so cute in his eyes!

• I wouldn’t call him flustered per se, but he’s definitely moved by your gesture, now matter how comedic it started out as. The old bat often finds himself thinking of you, but now with the added details of a life spent together. Oh how he wishes to raise some children with you, he hopes you’ll accept that. He hopes that you’ll accept him, the real him, underneath his spontaneity and tailored youth.

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“Prefect! I see you still have your nose buried in that old book of yours. Say, how about instead of some light reading, we have some fun. just the two of us, some quality time for us both. We both know the importance of time and how we spend it, at least, I do, and if you accept my offer, I can teach you the importance of time as well. In fact! Why don’t I cook us both a traditional meal, hm? Surely that will bridge the gap between us!”

• “HUMAN! Just what do you think you’re reading?! Do you know the disrespect you are exhibiting towards the Young Master and fae kind right now by even holding that book?!” The usual volume of Sebek’s voice seemed like a whisper compared to the sheer screeching he was hurtling in your direction. The few students still lingering in the cafeteria turned towards the two of you, but quickly dismissed you both. You opted to put on a brave face, and turn your full attention towards the green-haired boy.

“Sebek! Just the man I wanted to see! Come, sit, sit!” You eagerly pat the empty seat next to you. Begrudgingly, Sebek takes a seat, posture stiff and rigid. But he seems to have a softer look to his countenance.

• “You know, Sebek, I may just be a lowly human compared to you, but I want to learn how to love you the way you want me to.” Your heartfelt confession surprised even you.

Sebek flinched at your words, though you didn’t mean them harshly, quite the opposite, actually. He cast his gaze downwards, folding his hands into his lap and thinking intently. Understanding that he needs to compose his thoughts to properly convey what he means to say, you let him take his time. Offering him a small smile.

• Suddenly, he shoots up from his seat at the table and extends his hand towards you, a determined look on his face.

“I see that I’ve been unnecessarily rude, and perhaps even offended you. Please let me rectify this oversight of mine!” The sparkle in his eyes is too endearing, you’d have accepted his apology regardless, but the genuine shine of regret and hope enchants you even more as you take his hand. 

• It’s only when he starts to lead you out of the cafeteria do you snap out of it and wonder where you’re going. But you trust Sebek not to lead you astray.

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“Devote yourself fully to your studies, and it will bare fruit. Hmph! I see that this book is insufficient in teaching you all you wish to learn. Follow me! Where to you ask? To Diasomnia, of course! I’ll be teaching you myself all there is to know. Perhaps even Lilia can offer some assistance.. No! It must be me! Well, what are you waiting for? We start at once.”

• Che’nya was rarely ever on school campus grounds, except for Heartslabyul, and he never strayed too far from there when he did visit. The only hope you had of puling a trick on the cat boy was to attend every Unbirthday Party that you could. Even then, there wasn’t a guarantee he would show up. And if he did show up, there was no guarantee that he would show himself either. All in all, you were subject to embarrass yourself every Unbirthday Party until you got your desired results.

• Now, Che’nya isn’t as sadistic as Jade, or as playful as Lilia in the sense that he’s gonna drag this out for a long time. He’s gonna milk your reaction to his antics that are a response to your antics, but he’s happy to accept this small jest and he’ll take it in stride.

• Much like a cat he takes a seat in your lap, arms wrapped around your shoulders while he dangles his legs back and forth, flashing that cheshire grin of his at you.

“Nyeh, what’cha reading there? Is it something more important than me?” He makes a show of leaning into the open book in your hands, slowly moving his eyes along the pages while letting out a small hum. He finally snaps up straight and once again leans into the personal space of your face.

“Oh! It’s for me! Isn’t that precious!” He leers in a playful manner. Cuddling himself further into your half-hearted embrace. His tail knocks the book from your hands and onto the ground with a loud thud.

“Whoops! Nyahaha now you have to pay attention to me !” His tail flicks you on your nose and continues to hover there. 

“Okay, Che’nya, you have my full attention.”

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“Don’t you think that book is a bit old-fashioned? I say just do what mew want, haha! There should be nothing to worry about if it’s true love. Nyah? That was out of character for me? You’ll see that I’m full of surprises~”

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I went ham on Leona’s part and then immediately fell short on everyone else.

[blu-joons]

You Go Into Labour At A Concert ~ Park Jinyoung

You tried your best to ignore as yet another kick of pain made you jolt as you walked, focusing on Jinyoung in front of you. Both of your hands rested against your bump, desperate to find a way to get the pain to stop so that you could be comfortable.

Looking back to you, a member of staff scoffed as they watched you try and keep your balance, not wanting to cause any fuss. His eyes intimidated you, making you sink back against the wall as you took several deep breaths in.

“Do you really need to take the attention off of your husband this much?” He asked you, moving you to one side. “We get your pregnant, no need to make a huge deal about it.”

Your eyes widened at his chilling attitude, “if you think all of this is just for a bit of attention then I’d love for you to try and feel what real pain is.”

His head shook, called over by his manager to pay attention as the third outfit change of the night for the group neared. You were left standing alone as you tried to focus on the show, but the pain that you felt was niggling more with every passing second.

Your eyes could barely focus on the boys running off the stage, noticing that your figure was being blocked by the member of staff. Your eyes shut, feeling as if you had no chance of even being able to let Jinyoung know that you were uncomfortable.

“Where’s Y/N?” You soon heard him ask though, unable to spot you anywhere.

The expression on the staff’s faces looked disturbing to Jinyoung, deciding to look past their shoulders. It was lucky that he did as he spotted you knelt down, hands pressed underneath your bump as the pain only worsened for you.

“Y/N? Are you alright? What’s wrong?” Jinyoung frantically asked you, pushing them to one side so that he could kneel down beside you. “Are you in pain?”

Your head shook back at Jinyoung as his hand rested against the small of your back. Straight away he knew that you were lying, looking back and calling the boys across to you hoping that they’d be able to help him out a little bit.

“You need to get changed,” you warned Jinyoung, noticing him still in his outfit for the previous set. “You’ll get into trouble.”

“I don’t care about my clothes Y/N, I care about you,” Jinyoung quickly reminded you.

As the boys all came over too, their expressions turned to worry. Each one of them knew you well, easily well enough to know when you were in pain and struggling especially.

“He’s not needed on stage anymore,” Jaebeom told you, placing his hand to Jinyoung’s left shoulder. “You can’t go up there when Y/N’s like this, we’ve only got five songs left, we can fill in the gaps and make things look normal, it’s not as if we’ve not performed a member down before.”

Your head shook as Jaebeom assured you both that there was no need to panic. “I’m sure if I can just get a chair to sit on to catch my breath, I’ll feel a lot better guys.”

Whilst you tried to convince the boys that there was no need to worry, they were far from sure at all. Jaebeom almost agreed, but as he looked between the rest of the boys, they all silently told him to put his foot down and keep Jinyoung right by your side.

The sudden realisation of what was going on soon crept up on Jinyoung as soon as Jaebeom stopped talking. “What if these pains are something more serious?” He asked anyone who would listen to him, “you’re only two weeks away from your due date, what if maybe this is the early signs of labour coming?”

As Jinyoung fretted, Jaebeom held onto him a little tighter. “Maybe you guys should go and visit the hospital rather than stay here, it’s too busy and loud for you Y/N when you’re in pain.”

“I wish you guys would stop worrying,” you frowned, raising your voice, only to quickly regret it. The pain heightened as you began to get irritable, having to quickly lean back down as you tried to stand, groaning underneath your breath in discomfort.

“There is no way you’re staying here,” Yugyeom told you as he helped Jinyoung to hold onto you and stop you falling. Jackson and Mark had already gone to get you some bits, whilst Youngjae and BamBam fought together as to who could get their phones quicker.

The reality soon began to sink in for you too as you sunk down in Jinyoung and Yugyeom’s hold. You could hear the impatience of the crowd growing behind the curtain, not to mention the disapproving stares you were getting from the members of staff who were waiting to carry on.

A sigh came from you as you felt your figure be lifted so that you were sat in a chair that Jackson had fetched for you. “I’m so sorry,” you sighed, unable to ignore the guilt that was eating away at you for bringing the concert to a halt.

“Don’t you dare apologise Y/N; you can’t help any of this. It’s natural, that’s all.”

Despite Mark’s best attempts to reassure you, you still felt bad, especially as all of them sat down with you. The staff tried several times to get back on stage, but each one of them refused to leave until they knew you had help.

“The fans are expecting you guys to finish the show, are you crazy?”

“We will finish the show,” BamBam told them as they approached again, “but we will finish the show when Y/N is taken care of. If you’re that concerned then one of you can go up there and explain to them that there’s been an emergency,” BamBam added, watching as the member of staff very quickly backed away from you all.

“We’re staying right here,” Youngjae smiled across at you, resting his hand against your shoulder, “you’ve always been here for the seven of us, it’s about time that we return the favour and be here for you as well Y/N.”

As you looked around at the seven of them sat around you, you couldn’t help but wonder how you got so lucky to have friends like them. Even as the ambulance came, they didn’t leave your side until you were laid in the back and comfortable with cushions.

They stood and they waved for as long as they possibly could until the ambulance left the arena, knowing that now they had a show to finally finish.

“What an eventful day,” Jinyoung laughed as he sat down beside you, bundled into the back of the ambulance by the boys who ignored your protests that you would be alright and that Jinyoung could join you once the show was done.

Your head nodded in agreement with him, “I know what you’re going to say to me, but I’m still sorry that it happened here. Of all the places and all the times, of course, our baby had to decide to throw a spanner in the works.”

“Clearly they’re just proving that they’re dramatic like you,” Jinyoung joked in reply to you, “making sure everyone knows that they like the attention.”

You poked your tongue out at Jinyoung just before another pain hit you, grabbing onto his hand and squeezing it once again. Jinyoung didn’t complain at all as you did so, allowing you to hold onto him for as long as you needed to until you laid back down again, knowing the pain of your grip was something that he was going to have to get used to.

“At least they’ll have a fun story as to how they came into the world,” Jinyoung smiled at you.

“Their daddy’s concert, who would have thought it?”

---

Masterlist

[sequinsmile-x]

New Dawn

It was everything Emily had waited 9 months for.

-x-

A little belated birthday present for @ssamorganhotchner. Thank you for being an amazing friend, for not having a filter AT ALL and for loving my cat just as much as I do <3

I hope you enjoy this, the gratuitous mentions of Aaron's arms is just for you!

This whole thing is just a little bit ridiculous, and the fluff I think we all deserve!

-x-

Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy/labour but nothing explicit

Words: 1.9k

Read over on Ao3, or below the cut

Emily groans slightly as she shifts in bed, trying to get as comfortable as she can, her body sore in ways she didn’t know it could be. 

She looks over at her husband and smiles, overwhelmed by the sight of him sitting in the chair next to their hospital bed with their newborn baby in his arms. Aurora looks tiny in comparison to him, a dot of a thing that he could hold with one hand, his watch looking absurdly large next to their daughter. 

She’d always loved his arms, fascinated by them long before she should have been. Derek had caught her once. He’d spotted her staring at Aaron as he had his sleeves rolled up on a particularly hot day, her focus on the muscles that rippled under his skin instead of the theory they were all discussing. Derek still made fun of her for it even now, a sly smile on his face as he teased her for clearly being in love with their boss years before either she or Aaron did anything about it. 

Aurora whines. Her limbs move in small, sharp movements as she shifts in her father’s arms, still adjusting to her new place in the outside world. Aaron stands and hands her over without comment, not missing the relieved look on his wife’s face as he eases their newborn back into her arms. Emily winces again and Aaron sits on the edge of her bed, gently squeezing her thigh. 

“Are you ok?” 

He hated seeing her in pain, even if it was for something incredible like this. He’d never tell her how hard her labour had been to watch. Although he was sure she would have seen the unshed tears in his eyes as she tightly held his hand, crying out as contractions rolled through her body. He had never felt relief like it when she asked for an epidural, happy to let her lay against him as she slept in between being examined by nurses, insistent that he was more comfortable than her hospital bed.

“I’m ok,” she replies, smiling at him as she settles down into the bed a little more, adjusting Aurora against her chest. “Sore,” she sees worry flash across his face and she rolls her eyes lovingly at him, “Honey, I gave birth 3 hours ago, I’m going to be in pain for a little while.” 

He nods, leaning in to kiss her forehead, “Is there anything I can do to help?” 

“You could go get me some food,” she says, her eyes sparkling up at him, “I’m so hungry.” 

He knows exactly what she means without any further prodding. She’d been militant during her pregnancy. Following the rules set by both the FBI and her doctor in a way he’d never known her to, including making sure she didn’t eat anything she shouldn’t. They’d waited for this pregnancy. Hoped for it longer than they thought they’d have to, and she’d told him one night, wrapped up in his arms in the safety of their bedroom, that she was going to do everything she could to protect their unborn child. Which apparently included not eating several types of food she usually enjoyed. 

Towards the end of her pregnancy, he watched as it started to get to her. Her irritation clear if someone on the team ordered sushi in front of her, or if he dared to buy soft cheese from the grocery store. In the end, when she was about 8 months pregnant, he’d promised her he’d get her whatever she wanted as soon as their daughter was born, his hand pressed into her bump as she cried over having to have her steak well done. 

Emily had immediately told him it was sushi she’d want, a look on her face that he remembered from their wedding day at the mere thought of eating it. He tried not to think too hard about it, that the thought of eating a California roll made her eyes shine in the same way they had when they promised each other forever. He’d offered to get her sushi without fish in it but she’d refused, her eyebrows furrowed at him at the mere suggestion. 

He doesn’t want to leave her side, doesn’t want his daughter to leave his sight for the first time since she’d been born, but he knew he could never deny Emily anything. He never had been able to, but now it felt even more impossible after what she’d done for them today. 

“You really want me to go?” He asks, his hand running through her hair, and she nods, tearing her eyes away from the baby for a moment.

“Yes, it shouldn’t take you long, there's a sushi place just down the street,” she says quietly, looking back at Aurora, smiling widely at the sight of her daughter. She runs a finger over the soft dark hair on the baby’s head, endlessly fascinated by the way it felt against her skin. 

“How do you know that?” Aaron asks, dropping a kiss on the top of his wife’s head, and doing the same on his daughters before he stands. 

“It’s half the reason I chose this hospital to have her in.”

His eyebrows crease at that, “And because of their high approval rates and excellent facilities here, right?” 

“Right,” she agrees, looking up at him, smirking as she shrugs. A gentle rise of her shoulder doesn’t disturb the tiny newborn who was now fast asleep in her arms. “And also the sushi thing.” 

___

Aaron doesn’t miss how the nurse at the front desk smiles knowingly at him as he walks back into the hospital with a bag with the sushi resturant’s logo on it. He walks quickly towards Emily’s room, wanting nothing more than to be reunited with her and their baby, missing them in a way that felt ridiculous in the less than 30 minutes he’d been gone.

He walks into her room, and the sight of his wife and daughter together is enough to make his heart seize in his chest. Emily was nursing Aurora, softly talking to her as she holds her in place. Emily looks up at him briefly and smiles before looking back down at the baby.

“Look Rory, Daddy’s back with Mommy’s food,” she says quietly, “We missed Daddy, huh?” 

“I missed you both too,” he says, walking across the room, “I didn’t know what to get you,” he says, placing the bag of food down on the table over her bed, “So I mentioned to the guy behind the counter that you’d just given birth, and he gave me ‘the usual,’” he jokes, sitting down next to her leaning in to kiss her, “Apparently a lot of his business comes from this hospital and it’s all things that are safe for you to eat whilst breastfeeding,” he doesn’t miss how she winces, her face scrunching up in pain, “Are you-”

“I’m fine,” she says cutting over his question and half smiling at him through a wince, “It just hurts and…feels really fucking weird.” 

He leans in and kisses her shoulder, bare from where her gown was down so Aurora could eat, before moving to her cheek. 

“It will get better sweetheart, and if it doesn’t there are other options.” he assures her and she smiles tightly.

“I know, I read the same books as you,” she replies, her eyes flitting back and forth between the bag of food and their daughter, her hands twitching as she holds Aurora in place, clearly not quite yet confident enough to hold her in place with one arm whilst she fed her, both hands secure under her. He knows it will come, that she’d recognise the instincts in herself that he saw so clearly. 

He smiles as he pulls the tray of food out of the bag and gets out some chopsticks. He takes the lid off of the tray and picks up one of the rolls, holding it out to her. She tilts her head slightly at him, her eyebrows knitting together in confusion. 

“Come on, what is it they say?” He says, his smile widening, “You should eat when the baby eats.” 

“I think thats about sleeping, honey,” she replies, biting her lower lip before she nods, leaning in to eat the food he’d offered to her. She throws her head back a little as she eats, moaning around the food, “God,” she says, “I love you.” 

“Are you talking to me or the sushi?” He jokes, his eyebrow raised as he gets another piece of sushi between the chopsticks, holding it out ready for her. 

She smirks at him, her eyebrow raised, “I can love two things.” 

She leans in and eats the next piece before he can reply, having a similar reaction again, “This actually might be the best thing I’ve ever eaten,” she looks down as Aurora detaches from her, and she lifts her, resting her against her shoulder as she re-adjusts her gown, “Totally worth the wait,” she says, gently rubbing the baby’s back, “In more ways than one.” 

He smiles at her, somehow more in love with her at this moment than he ever had been before, something he hadn’t thought was even possible. 

“I love you,” he says, and she beams at him. He leans in to kiss her, a soft thing he stamps against her lips to try and express everything he’d never been good at expressing before her. Something about the safety of her smile, the love and empathy she surrounded him in, enough to pull it out of him. Everything he’d kept hidden for years was exposed to her and her alone. 

“I love you too,” she replies, leaning in to kiss him again. The movement dislodges some of the sushi, and it lands on her, some of the rice falling onto Aurora’s head, standing out against her dark hair. Emily looks at him, her eyebrows creased together, “Aaron, stop dropping my sushi on my baby.” 

He suppresses a smile at the tone of her voice, the way she makes it sound like he’d thrown the whole tray all over the two of them as she picks the one grain of rice that had fallen onto their daughters head out of her hair. He knows it wasn’t worth getting caught laughing at her, and he nods, picking up the rest of the food he’d dropped. 

“Of course, sweetheart,” he says, passing her another piece of food that she gratefully takes. She smiles around the sushi as Aurora burps against her, and Aaron doesn’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful. He stands up and gets his phone out of his pocket, taking a step backwards as he opens the camera, “Em, look at me.”

She looks up at him from the baby and frowns, “What are you doing?” She asks around the food in her mouth, “If you take a photo of me right now I’ll kill you.” 

He doesn’t mention that her legs aren’t still fully working after the epidural, and that she couldn’t stand without his assistance right now if she tried, he simply smiles at her. 

“Come on, Em,” he says, “One day we’ll tell Rory that you ate sushi just hours after she was born and we’ll be able to show her.” 

She rolls her eyes at him and swallows her food, “Fine, but if you send Penelope this photo I will have my revenge.” 

His smile gets impossibly wider as she adjusts Aurora so he can see her face, already so much like her mother. 

“I wouldn’t dare.” 

-x-

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[roseweaslies]

can’t sleep / s.b.

sirius black x potter!reader. after sirius leaves his family to come and live with the potters, y/n sneaks into his room to check on him after everyone has gone to bed.

word count: 2.2k

warnings/contains: smut!

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Y/N knocked delicately on the door, partially to not startle Sirius but also to not risk waking her parents or James. The last thing she needed was any of them to see her sneaking into the guest room, where a very handsome boy her age was sleeping, at this hour. She had tossed and turned in bed for at least an hour but found her thoughts racing. She was worried. Sirius was safe but she knew he wasn’t fine. There was no way anyone could be in such a situation, even if he insisted… which wouldn’t surprise her.

“Sirius…” she whispered, her face close to the door. “Sirius. Can I come in?”

His shaking voice mustered a small “yeah,” and she turned the door handle, looking back and forth to make sure she was still alone in the hallway. Y/N opened the door slowly, only enough for her to slip into the room, and quietly shut it behind her. Sirius laid down on the bed, on top of the covers, facing away from her. He stared out the window at the sheets of rain hitting against the glass. His hair was still a little damp but at least he had changed into a set of James’ pajamas, a navy plaid set.

“Did I wake you?”

“No,” he scoffed. His tone made her expect him to follow up with a snarky As if I could. But she knew it was his way of covering up the sadness. “Can’t sleep.”

Wordlessly she walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, pulling her knees up to her chest. “How are you feeling?”

She saw him shrug as much as he could given his position. 

“Fine.” 

“Sirius…”

“I don’t know,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I feel weirdly okay, I guess. Don’t miss them. Nothing they said was anything I haven’t heard before… only it was all at once. It’s just weird, I suppose. To finally have done it.”

Y/N could only nod, not knowing what else there was to say. 

“I’m sorry,” she tried.

“S’okay,” he muttered. He flipped around to look at her and propped himself up on one arm. His eyes held a deep sadness but he plastered a goofy smile on his face. “You look beautiful.”

She scoffed at his predictability. “There’s the Sirius Black I know,” she said as she leaned down to kiss him, delicately placing her hand on his cheek. 

“Ever the charmer,” she mumbled against his lips.

“I mean it,” he mumbled back, his voice a low drawl.

Deepening their kiss, he guided her to lay down and crawled on top of her, his kisses getting more desperate with every second. Her hands tangled themselves in his dark hair as he slid his under her shirt. When he realized she wasn’t wearing a bra, he smirked against her mouth as he grabbed one of her breasts and ran his fingers over her nipple slowly. She let out a small squeal which only made him tease her more.

Continuing to rub his hands all over her torso and chest, Sirius would occasionally grind his hips into hers, getting harder with each moan and gasp she let out. Their movements were frantic. Breaking their kiss, he moved his lips to her jaw, then up to her ear.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N/N,” he whispered, the hot air blowing against her ear making her shiver. He gave the lope a small lick before trailing his lips down to her neck. He carelessly began to kiss with more force, undoubtedly leaving marks she would have to hide from her family the next day, the muggle way. At least at Hogwarts she could magic it away. 

“Sirius,” she gasped as his lips met a particularly sensitive spot. His little laugh against her neck made her want to melt on the spot, but when he felt his hand slide into her silk pajama pants, she put a hand on his chest to signal him to stop.

“Wait, Sirius…”

“Yeah?” he said, pulling away from her neck and taking his hand out of her pants. He looked at her with those eyes, so full of care and adoration and earnestness that she rarely saw from him… except for when he was looking at her. He rolled off of her and she sat up.

“I… I don’t want you to be doing this because you’re sad--”

“I’m not that sad.”

“Or because you’re lonely, or because you think that James and my parents and I are the only people that love you and you’re trying to hold onto something--”

“Love?” he said, smirking.

She froze. “You know what I mean.”

“I don’t think I do, Y/N Y/M/N Potter,” he cocked an eyebrow at her and didn’t drop the playful smirk.

“Stop.”

“I love you,” he said, his voice confident.

Her face fell and her breath hitched. All of a sudden, she felt lightheaded.

“You… you what?” she sputtered out.

“You heard what I said.”

“Are you serious?” she spoke, her voice hardly above a whisper.

“Love, that’s my name,” he teased.

“Answer the question.”

“Dead serious,” he said, pressing a chaste kiss to her lips. “I love you.”

“I-I love you too,” she said. It felt weird to say out loud, to admit it with so much sureness.

“Good,” he smirked, cupping her face and kissing her without abandon. She eagerly kissed him back and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him as close to her as humanly possible. Their lips were pressed together so tightly that they were sure to have a faint bruise to them the next day, but neither Y/N or Sirius cared.

“I need you,” he pulled away and pressed little kisses all over her face. Her cheeks, her forehead, her eyelids, and back to her mouth, which elicited a moan.

“A-are you sure?”

“Not like it’s our first rodeo, love,” he whispered.

“We have to be quiet,” she said.

“I think I can manage. It’s you I’m worried about.”

She pulled away and swatted at his arm. “Hey!” she whisper-yelled.

He chuckled as quietly as possible and pulled her face back towards him. “You’re cute when you’re stressed.”

“I am not--” before she could finish, Sirius connected their lips and pushed her gently to lie down.

Their hands clashed as they both reached for one another’s crotches, causing them to separate briefly to giggle. They quickly shushed one another with a kiss and Sirius moved Y/N’s hand out of the way. He slid his hand into her pants and began to rub gently, teasing her folds. She kissed him harder, anything to stop her from making noises.

His hand moved slowly and her legs tensed, eagerly awaiting more of his touch. His thumb circled her clit and one of her hands flew up into his hair, pulling on the dark strands.

He pulled his hand away and broke the kiss -- it took everything in Y/N not to groan at the loss of contact. “May I?” he asked, motioning towards the waistband of her pants. All she gave was a quick nod and she shimmied out of her pajamas as he guided them down her legs and tossed them off the bed dramatically. Before he could kiss her again, she speedily unbuttoned his shirt and followed in his dramatic fashion, throwing the garment aside. Her lips met his neck as he teased her entrance with his finger for a few seconds, muttering something about how wet she was. She nearly bit down on his neck when he slipped a finger inside of her, but instead settled for pressing long kisses on the spot where his neck met his shoulder and digging her nails into the other shoulder.

He entered a second finger and they moved swiftly and carefully, the way he knew she liked it. He curled his slender fingers ever so slightly and her grip on his shoulder tightened. Her lips found his and they resumed their frantic kissing, his movements speeding up with the motions of their kiss. 

She whined against his mouth, an action he knew was her quiet form of begging.

“Sirius, I’m-” she pulled away to warn him of her incoming high and he slowed down, causing her to sigh at the change in pleasure.

“Not yet,” he removed his fingers and unbuttoned her shirt, his eyes widening as they always did at the sight of her. He removed her shirt more delicately than he had moved her pants, taking his time to slide the fabric over her shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said, pressing a kiss against her collarbone. Her face warmed and she just mumbled a ‘love you’ as her form of thanks. His mouth moved from her collarbones to her chest, stopping at her breasts to swirl his tongue around each of her nipples. She arched her back and he sucked harder for a moment before trailing a line of kisses down her stomach. He teased her by peppering kisses all over the inside of her thighs. Her fingers found their rightful place in his hair and prompted by a quick tug, he immediately pressed his mouth against her clit. 

One of her hands clasped around her mouth to cover up the moan threatening to spill out. He had mastered the perfect balance of kissing, sucking, and licking, and worked on her clit like it’s what he was put on the earth to do. His eyes flickered up to see hers rolling back, and her teeth biting down on one of her fingers to stifle a moan. He had grown impossibly hard.

“Please, I need you… now,” her breath was laboured and Sirius took note of her shaking legs. He was more than happy to oblige her request.

Taking off his own pants and briefs, he fumbled a little bit, both his hands and legs shaking with excitement. He felt electric. Despite everything that had occurred that day, nothing mattered but her and the two of them together and the way he loved her more than he thought he would ever love anyone.

He slid into her and sighed at the feeling of her around him. “Oh my-”

She swallowed his moans by capturing his lips, but it was hardly any use, they still made noise, only into the other’s mouth. They couldn’t help it.

They had done this dozens of times before but now it was different. They loved each other. They knew it. He was free from the shackles of his family… there would be no criticism of their relationship. Sure, they had hurdles when it came to her family… but that didn’t matter. It was just them, together, connected, and so in love.

He moved at a painfully slow pace and she raised her hips to feel as much of him as she could. “Faster, please,” she muttered. 

He nodded and did just that, his thrusts practically erratic. If she could she would scream. He would moan her name like no tomorrow if her family wasn’t down the hall. Her nails dug into his back, sure to leave scratches that frankly, she would be very proud of. He reached one hand between them to play with her clit and the knot in her stomach tightened. She had never wished she could scream, call out his name, anything, so badly. Instead she just continued to kiss him, so hard that their teeth knocked. She dug into his back with one hand but the other made its way up to his hair where it tugged nearly hard enough to disconnect their lips (if he had less willpower, maybe).

Practically delirious, Y/N was whispering and moaning nonsense against his lips. Sirius could barely make any of her words out but he did manage to catch the very exciting ‘finish inside me’ and ‘i’m close’.

He slowed down his thrusts but sped up the thumb that was playing with her clit. Her legs began to shake and her lips became weaker against him. “Cum for me, darling,” he moved his lips to his ears and whispered those words over and over, giving her earlobe a small lick between each word. 

It only took a few more thrusts and a particularly skilled swipe of his thumb for her to shove her face into his shoulder and let out what, if he didn’t know any better, sounded like a sob. He felt her entire body shaking and considered pulling out, finding another way to sort himself out, but she wrapped her legs around her hips and pulled him closer.

“I want to feel you… all of you,” she drawled. Her post high voice was higher pitched, breathier, and honestly, did make it sound a little bit like she had been crying. Her words drove him up the wall and he sped up again, revelling in the way she was still moaning quietly as she coaxed his own orgasm out. 

“Fuck,” he sighed against her neck when he felt himself twitch. A moment later he was releasing inside of her, she moaned contentedly and he stifled a loud groan. His warm liquids filled her up and she loved the way she felt with him… all of him… inside of her. She kept her legs hooked around him and his fingers traced shapes on her waist. Their bodies were both sheen with sweat, but neither cared in the slightest.

They were in love, they were together, and that was all that really mattered.