#but yeah anyone is always free to send me an ask and then it’ll be a fun game for both thrm and me to see if anything will actually happen

[theswedishpajas]

I’m sorry if this has been answered at all before but do you take commissions? I adore your art

Thank you so much!! It means a lot that I can bring good vibes to people with what I create :o)

But sadly the answer is no.

I wish I could take commissions, and I used to in the past, but I found myself unable to draw for others without it making me miserable to do so.

I do technically take requests but it’s more of a gamble, I love people having ideas for things they wanna see me draw and my askbox is always open for those who wanna take a chance and see if it’ll be a hit or not-

But that’s the thing, you can never be sure if I WILL draw the thing or not as it completely depends on my mood that day and my attention span… plus it’ll most likely be just a small doodle too ú-ù

Again tho, I’m always happy to be given a chance to draw something someone wants to see so you’re always welcome to send requests/suggestions!! :o)

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Merry and Bright

Day 9 of 12 Days of Ficmas

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader (The Rookie)

Summary: You invite Tim over on Christmas Eve, but he says he's working. A Christmas miracle occurs and Tim knocks on your door, presents in tow.

Word Count: 1.4k+ words

Warnings: so much fluff. How the Grinch Stole Christmas references. Tim is probably OOC. I made up some stuff about Tim and his sister.

A/N: I haven't written for Tim Bradford yet, so please feel free to leave feedback and let me know what you think! I'd like to keep writing for him and try to capture his amazing character better so please feel free to send requests if you have any!

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Since you inserted yourself into Tim’s life, barging your way in with a basket of goodies after moving in next door, he has quickly become one of your best friends. If he’s undeniably handsome and one of the most caring men you’ve ever met despite his grumpy exterior, so what? You asked yourself that the first time you invited him over for dinner, but now it’s a weekly occurrence, and it is your week to cook.

Your favorite one-pan dish is in the oven, and the game is queued on your television, but all that’s missing is Tim Bradford. As you decorated for Christmas this year, you thought about him and how his sister isn’t coming to LA for the holidays, leaving him alone. You’ve since decided to do something about that.

“Anyone home?” Tim asks as he opens your door. “Because I know I’ve told you more times than I can count to lock your door.”

You look around the corner and smile at him as you argue, “My neighbor’s a cop, it’ll be fine.”

“Sergeant, not a cop.”

“My apologies, Sergeant Bradford.”

He smiles at you, less rare than it used to be, but a moment you take the time to appreciate, never knowing when he will grace you with another one.

“So, I know your sister isn’t visiting,” you begin, “and I was wondering if you’d be interested in spending Christmas here?”

Tim glances at your Christmas tree before answering. “I would love to, and I can’t thank you enough for thinking of me and offering, but I’m working Christmas Eve.”

“Okay,” you say, nodding as you smile. “I just wanted to extend the invitation.”

You turn around to remove dinner from the oven, and Tim places a hand on your arm, stopping you.

“Thank you,” he repeats quietly and bordering on reverent. “I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. You’re always welcome here.”

“I’m sorry. I would come if I could.”

���Tim, it’s fine. I’ll just have to give you your giant stack of gifts later,” you tease.

Tim nods, removing his hand from your arm and watching you turn away, his heart trying to decide whether it wants to shrink or grow.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Bradford, are you good?” Wade asks as he leaves the station.

“Fantastic,” he mumbles. Wade looks at him, unconvinced, and he sighs before saying, “I just wish I could be somewhere else. I’m glad I could help out the officers with families, with kids, and give them the night off, but…”

“You’re regretting it?” Wade finishes.

“Not exactly.”

“Well, if you want to come over when you get off, we’ll leave the lights on,” Wade offers.

“Thanks,” Tim says. He doesn’t add: I’ve got somewhere else I’d rather be.

Someone walks up behind Tim and places a Santa hat on his head.

“Cheer up, Grinchy,” Angela calls, walking out of the station. “Merry Christmas, Tim!”

“Yeah,” Tim says, more to himself than her.

“Dude, we need to find you a K9 named Max, finish off the Grinch look,” Aaron teases, sitting next to Tim as his shift begins. He’s working tonight for the same reason Tim is: to let the officers with families spend Christmas with their loved ones.

“Oh, should we get him a little heart pin, too, and try to make it grow?” Nolan chimes in.

“Sorry, Bradford, but you’re just so… Grinchy,” Aaron says.

Tim laughs, shaking his head as the Santa hat shifts with his movement. Nolan and Aaron look at each other in horror and amusement at the fact that Tim Bradford, who is wearing a Santa hat, just laughed. Tim, however, is only thinking of you and how you’d absolutely agree with them. Although, if you were here, or if he was with you, he wouldn’t be quite so Grinchy.

“Merry Christmas, LAPD!” Officer Jan announces, entering the station in a full Santa costume. “I have come to relieve one lucky soul of Christmas Eve duty.”

“Bradford!” Aaron and Nolan yell. “He has somewhere to be.”

“How do you-?” Tim asks.

“It’s all over your face,” Aaron says as Nolan answers, “Go get her… whoever she is.”

Tim looks at Jan, who nods encouragingly. Tim jumps to his feet and runs to his locker. He’s heading home for Christmas, but he has one stop. As he changes before climbing in his truck, he makes a mental list of everything he needs. Merry Christmas to all, Tim thinks.

✯✯✯✯✯

You smile at the ending of the Christmas movie on your television, your thoughts drifting to Tim as you wonder what it would be like to have him here. As you try to focus on the movie again, someone knocks on your door.

When you open it, you don’t expect to see Tim in a Santa hat and holding several gift bags. Your eyes widen, and your smile returns as you let him in, closing the door behind him. He opens his mouth to say something, but you wrap your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly before he gets the chance. His arms wrap around you, loosely at first, before tightening when a Christmas song begins playing through your speakers as the credits roll. 

“I brought gifts,” he says against your shoulder.

“You didn’t have to. I just wanted to see you,” you reply.

He squeezes you once more, and you slowly step back, pulling out of the hug and looking up into Tim’s eyes.

“You brought hot chocolate?” you ask, stealing a peek into one of the bags.

“It’s Christmas,” he answers, as if it’s obvious.

“Didn’t take you for the sentimental type.”

“I’m not always.”

You smile and gesture for him to follow you, leading him into the kitchen and pulling two Christmas-themed mugs from your cupboard.

“Thank you for coming,” you tell him.

“Thanks for inviting me.”

✯✯✯✯✯

After making the hot chocolate, you return to the couch and turn on A Charlie Brown Christmas as you resist leaning into Tim’s side.

“This is one of my favorites,” he says quietly, “my sister and I watched it every time it was on cable growing up.”

“It’s a classic,” you agree.

“We would watch it, drink hot cocoa or cider, whatever was in the kitchen, and exchange one gift on Christmas Eve,” Tim adds.

“Do you want to open a gift?” you ask, facing him. “There’s only a few hours until Christmas anyway.”

Tim thinks for a moment and then smiles at you. “Just one.”

You stand, retrieving a small box from under the tree while he pulls a gift from one of the bags. When you sit back down, you sit a little closer than before. He opens his present first, smiling and leaning in to hug you as he thanks you. When you open yours, you see a gift you’ve wanted for years but no one ever remembered. You start to thank him, but something happens along the way, and instead, your lips land on his. His hand raises to your arm as he reciprocates, but you realise your mistake (was it really a mistake? you ask yourself) and pull back.

“I’m sorry,” you say.

His hand slides up your arm to rest at the back of your neck. You see a new smile as he pulls you back in. Pressing your hand against his chest, you stop yourself.

“Are you sure?” you whisper.

“Have you ever seen me so merry and bright?” he asks, his smile the widest you’ve ever seen.

You pick up the pompom at the end of his Santa hat and chuckle. “You are pretty cuddly,” you reply, noticing his other arm has wrapped around your waist. 

He rolls his eyes, still smiling as he kisses you again. You shift backward, your hand landing on the remote and resuming the movie. Tim laughs as he pulls back, pulling you against him.

“How’d you get off work?” you ask.

“Jan came in and offered to cover for one of us, and I was volunteered because I was being too ‘Grinchy.’”

You gasp in faux surprise. “Tim Bradford? You? Grinchy? I can’t imagine it.”

He smiles, and you lean in to kiss him again, your new favorite pastime.

“Thank you for coming. This is the best Christmas ever,” you say against his lips.

“Until next year?” Tim asks.

“What happens next year?”

“We’ll see.”

“And for now we’re merry and bright?” you respond.

“The merriest and the brightest,” Tim jokes, pulling you against his side as Charlie Brown appears on screen.

Merry and Bright, indeed.

[afictionaladventure16]

hi!! maybe a fic where pedro has been away from his daughter for a while due to filming and just before a few days before he’s supposed to come home, he calls her saying he has to stay for a couple more weeks. she gets upset and maybe rebels and acts out in some way. the eventual reunion could either be a angsty or fluff depending on what ur goin for!! love ur writing btw!!

Broken Promises (Pedro Pascal x Daughter!Reader)

Pedro Pascal Masterlist

Word Count: 4,516

A/N: First of all, thank you for your kind words! It means a lot! <3 I live for angsty requests! This one was fun to write! I kind of took what you asked and did some twists... I hope you like it, though!! Requests are open to anyone who wants to send something in! Also, I don't know if Pedro's older sister has a husband so, i made it up. ALSO, 4.5 k words! This might be my longest one yet. I stayed up till 4:30 am writing this one....

You anxiously looked over at the clock that was mounted on the wall, “The more you look at it, the slower it’ll move,” your tia commented as she noticed you looking at the clock for the seventh time in the past five minutes. “He said he’ll call before he got on his flight, his flight isn’t until Seven. Hours away, so would you please finish your homework before your father kills me because your grades slipped while he was away.” 

You groaned, “It’s killing me that he hasn’t called to let me know he made it to the airport, not even a text!” 

“He’s a busy man, Y/N. Plus you know how he is, he forgets where he places his phone like ever single minute, that’s why he’s so attached to that damn iPad,” Your tia commented as she continued to chop up vegetables for dinner. But she had a point, he could have let his phone in his carry on, or some obvious place that was in plain sight. 

You knew your dad too well, sometimes you thought you knew him better than he knew himself. Sometimes it was true and it scared you. Why? Maybe it was because he was everything to you and you were everything to him. It had just been the two of you since your mother passed and it was as if her passing brought the two of you closer. You bonded over her death in a morbid way. 

His mother passed when he was young, so he knew how to be a shoulder to cry on.

 He knew the right things to say and the wrong things to say. 

He knew the things you would want to avoid, the people you wouldn’t want to see. Overall, he just knew the pain you would go through. Ever since you were just this dynamic duo. 

When he was away filming, you missed him dearly, but it gave you time to spend with your cousins and family you don’t get to see as often. 

“Any plans for his return home?” your tia asked, interrupting your thoughts. 

“Well, I do have my tournament coming up, which is out of state and papi said we can go on a road trip. Take the scenic route and do all the stops.” 

“He did mention that, he sounded pretty excited.” 

“Yeah, plus this tournament is a pretty big deal, the top four teams will be competing to go to championship,” you explained. You wouldn’t say that soccer was your life, but you did love playing soccer. There was something about being on the field and just leaving everything on the sidelines, leaving all your trauma and past for a few hours and just being free. 

You had gotten into soccer when you were fairly young. You remembered your parents always cheering for you in the sidelines and then it was just your dad, then sometimes it would only be your tia who always had her phone up with most likely, your dad on the other side of the phone. Slowly the emptier the sidelines got, the reason for you to play grew, the more you wanted to just be free from your mind. 

The sound of your phone ringing interrupted your thoughts, you jumped up and ran towards your phone that sat at the kitchen counter. “Papi?” You said as you answered the call. 

“Y//N,” he began to say. 

“About time you called, I was beginning to worry you had missed your flight or something. Are you at the airport already?” 

“No,” He sighed. 

“You’re kind of cutting it close, you know that right?” you glanced at the clock, six thirty, it had read. 

“Cariño, I need you to listen to me,” he sighed. 

You sat back down at the kitchen table, “What’s wrong?” you asked. Your mind was quick to race to certain thoughts, someone could be dead, you thought. Who could it be? You had been with your tia Javiera for the past month and she was the oldest. Usually she was the first to know everything. 

“I’m sorry, Cariño,” he began. Your heart began to race, an uneasy feeling crept over you like storm clouds. “I’m gonna have to stay here for a few more weeks.” 

“A few more weeks? B-But you’ll be here for our road trip right?” You were met with silence, a sinking feeling took hold in your stomach, “Right?” you asked again. 

“Mija,” he muttered. Pedro spent the whole day putting off this phone call for this reason. He had gotten your hopes up and he knew you weren’t going to take it easy. 

“Did you tell them no?”

“I can’t tell the directors no,” he answered. 

“Did you even try?” Your voice choked with disappointment, he couldn’t be doing this. He promised he wouldn’t become that parent.  

“Mija, I can’t say no, I have to stay here and do reshoots.” 

“But our road trip!” You exclaimed. 

“I know and I’ll make it up to you, I promise.” 

“Just like you promised to take me on this road trip?” 

“Mija, por favor, Don’t do this to me,” he said, Pedro felt his heart heavy, he knew he was disappointing you and as much as he wanted to tell the directors to shove it and say no, he knew he couldn’t. 

“Or like how you promised you’d never do this? How you promised you wouldn’t become that person.” 

“Y/N,” When the first name came out, you knew he was beginning to get upset. 

“Mija, give me the phone,” your Tia stepped in. She knew someone might say something they might regret and she didn’t want to see either of your hurt. But she forgot to realize you were her brothers daughter and just like him, you were stubborn too. 

You held onto the phone, “You promised,” disappointment written over your voice, tears began to well up in your eyes. 

“I know,” he whispered. If you had only seen how torn your father was at the moment, maybe you would have been okay with situation. Or maybe things would have turned differently, but you could only hear his voice and although, you heard the disappointment in his voice, you couldnt be bothered to care about it. All that mattered to you was that he had broken his first promise and you didn’t know if this was going to be the first of many and if so, what was next? 

Would you be one of those kids that grew up only seeing their parents on the holidays and eventually writing a book titled, “My Parent, the Mandalorian, and the neglect I endured.” You never wanted to be one of those kids and when your dad first began to get bigger roles, he had promised you that you wouldn’t. That he wouldn’t become one of those famous parents. 

You remained silent, hoping it was some kind of sick joke and maybe he’d say something along the lines of ‘Gotcha!’ or maybe he’d say ‘I’ll be there tomorrow, don’t worry!’ But seconds pass and he didn’t say any of it. “Okay,” you finally said. 

“Mija,” Pedro began to say but you handed the phone to your tia. 

“Pedro, it’s Javiera,” your tia said, a somber look fell on her face when she had heard him apologizing when she first took the phone. She felt bad for her little brother, but she also felt bad for you. 

“Is she still there?” Pedro asks

Javiera looked at you, you wiped away tears that were managing to escape. You groaned to yourself, irritated with everything around you, you left the room. “She just left,” she replied. 

“I fucked up, didn’t I?” 

“Yeah,” she sighed. 

“How do I fix this?” Pedro pleaded. Ever since your mother passed away, Pedro called his big sister for any little thing on parenting, he felt like every choice he made was the wrong one. Most of the time, it wasn’t, he was just overthinking it. 

“There really is no way out of the reshoots? No way to reschedule?” 

“Directors call,” he sighed. “I really fucked up, Javiera. No me va a perdonar” (She’s not gonna forgive me). 

“No mas nicesieta tiempo. Let me talk to her, but for now… give her some space.” 

“Are you saying not to call her?” Pedro questioned. 

“Or text… just for a couple of days. If anything send her a goodnight text, but let’s not anger her more.” He let out a small sigh, Pedro always texted you. Even if he went the whole day without responding, he made sure to send a goodnight text every night. 

“Alright,” he muttered. “I’m gonna need you to get in contact with the school, she’ll have to go with her team to the tournament.” 

“I’ll contact them, and Pedro?”

“Mande?” 

She let out a deep breathe, “It’s gonna be fine.” 

Pedro tried his hardest to give himself a smile, to reassure himself that it would be fine and eventually it’ll pass, but he couldn’t. At the moment his heart was utterly broken, he had broken a promise, what felt like a sacred vow and now he had disappointed you. It probably wouldn’t be the first, but he sure as hell, hopes it wouldn’t become a habit. 

Over the past week, you only left your room to go to school and shower. Your cousins dropped off your food in your room every day, you felt like they were somehow on your side. Your friends eventually began to blow up your phone, not only had you been distant with your family, but you’ve also been distant with them. 

You felt your phone vibrate beside you, you groaned at the thought of getting a phone call from anyone. Picking up the phone you realized it was one of your teammates, Cassandra, “Yeah?” 

“Finally you pick up,” Cassandra muttered. “Look, a bunch of us are going to go on a drive later tonight with Justin’s brother, he just got his license and we wanted to know if you want to join.” 

“Can’t.” 

“Oh come on, Y/N! You’ve been so distant and what will it hurt? You’re dad isn’t home anyway so he can’t say anything!” 

You let out a sigh, she had a point, “I still have curfew.” 

“So? Sneak out.” 

You had to admit that Cassandra was a bad influence. She wasn’t your best friend, she was one of the girls in your soccer team. She was part of the older group in the varsity team, but she always invited you out. Part of you felt like she only did it because of your dads social status which is why you always declined her offer. That and because your dad didn’t really approve of you hanging out with her, he could always tell when someone was a bad influence. But Cassandra was right, he wasn’t here. 

“Fine.” 

“Really?” Cassandra asked taken back by your response. 

“Like you said, my dad isn’t here, so it shouldn’t matter right?” 

“Trouble in paradise?” She chuckled. 

You rolled your eyes, “What time should I be ready?” 

“We’ll pick you up at midnight, we’ll shoot you a text when we’re down the block,” Cassandra said before she hung up the phone. You felt your nerves beginning to get worked up, you had no idea what you just got yourself into, yet something inside you felt carefree. 

If your dad were home, you knew he wouldn’t approve of you going out so late. He definitely wouldn’t have approved of you going on a joy ride with someone you didn’t even know and had just gotten their license. He wasn’t here though. 

You remained in your room while you waited, your Tia Javiera came to check on you before she went to bed. Soon after you heard your phone vibrate on your desk, for a moment you thought it was Cassandra but it was still an hour away from midnight. You glanced at your phone, 

Goodnight, Mija ♥️ 

It was a message from your dad. You rolled your eyes and put your phone away. You spent the rest of your time getting ready, you wore something simple, but made sure to cover up from the cold. A few minutes past midnight you received a text from Cassandra saying that they were waiting down the block. You began to quietly make your way out of the house.

“Where you going?” you heard someone whisper. 

You turned around to see your cousin Pedro in the middle of the kitchen, “Pedro, what are you doing up?” 

He held up a sandwich, “where you going?” 

You looked at him with pleading eyes, “I’m only going to be gone for an hour, it’s just a drive around the block with some friends.” 

He chuckled, “I don’t care what you do, Y/N. I’ve been there before. Have fun and if you go to McDonalds bring me some fries, kay?” 

You rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You playfully flipped him off before walking out of the house. You made sure to close the door softly behind you. Once you were in the clear you booked it down the street. You spotted Cassandra waving you down from a dark green Tahoe. 

“This car is a piece of junk,” you commented as you got into the Tahoe. 

“Hey, no disrespecting Hilda!” The driver who you assumed to be Jasons brother, exclaimed. 

“She’s a piece of junk but she’s Marty’s piece of junk,” Jason commented. 

“Correct!” Marty said. “Now let’s get this party started!” 

~~ 

Pedro woke up in a startle to the sound of his phone ringing, at first he had thought it was just his dream, but the sound slowly began to get louder and louder until finally he woke up. He groaned, “who the fuck is calling so early?” he muttered to himself. 

“Hello?” he answered in an annoyed tone. 

“Pedro?” he heard his sister on the other line, her voice sounded strain. 

“Javiera?” Pedro quickly sat up. 

“Pedro,” Javiera’s voice trembled, there was some ruffling sounds on the other line. 

“Javiera?” No answer. “Javier, que te pasa?” 

“Pedro?” Javiera’s husband had taken over the phone. 

“Augustine? Que esta pasando?” (What’s happening) Pedro was no sitting on the side of his bed, he no longer felt drowsy. 

Augustine sighed, “Pedro, no se como dicier te. Y/N snuck out a few hours ago,” 

“Shit,” Pedro let out a deep breath he didn’t know he was holding in. His mind had been racing to a million scenarios. “Well that’s a first,” he chuckled. 

“Pedro,” Augustine said softly. 

Pedro closed his eyes, the way Augustine said his name, he knew what it meant. “Is she okay?” Pedro asked as his voice trembled. 

“She was in a car with a bunch of her friends and some drunk driver, he was driving over a hundred miles, the kid didn’t have a chance to react.” 

“Augustine, is my baby okay?” Pedro was beginning to get ansty. 

“She’s in the ICU,” Pedro could hear his sister crying in the background. 

“Is she okay?” Pedro asked again. 

“You need to get here as fast as possible, Pedro. She’s at Saint Mary’s Memorial Hospital, you know where that is?” 

“Saint Mary’s, yeah,” Of course he knew where it was. He could never forget, it was the same hospital you were born at and now you were there again, but in different circumstances. Pedro was quick to hang up, calling his Director in the middle of night was something he would never do, unless it was something like this. Something like his daughter was hanging on by a thread and he didn’t care about anyones sleep, he just needed to get on the first plane back to New York. 

The directors were understanding of the situation, they even helped Pedro get back to New York within the hour. He had never received treatment like that, but he was thankful for it. 

Pedro had just a carry on, leaving most of his luggage back at the hotel with his assistant. He didn’t need much anyway, just the essentials. 

Once he got out of the airport, he flagged down a taxi. The ride to the hospital seemed to be the longest ride ever. Pedro was anxious to get there, anxious to see you and to make sure you were okay. She’s in the ICU, Augustine’s voice kept repeating those words in his head like a broken record player. The sound of his sisters cries over the phone brought back memories he had thought he buried. 

His thoughts were quickly interrupted by the brief halt of the car, Pedro looked out of the car window to see that he had arrived to his destination. “Thanks,” he said to the cab driver as he handed him some cash before bolting out of the car and into the hospital.

The sun was beginning to rise when Pedro finally arrived, he rushed over to the front desk. “May I help you, sir?” 

“Uh- my, my daughter,” Pedro let out a shaky breath. 

The receptionist knew that look too well, she had seen it so many times. “What’s the name?” she asked softly. 

“Y/N Pascal.” 

SHe was quick to type the name in, knowing that the last thing he wanted to do was wait any longer. “Take the elevator to floor three.” 

“Thank you!” Pedro ran over to the elevator, punch the button for floor three. 

He ran out of the elevator once they opened. 

“Pedro!” He heard his sister exclaim. 

Pedro let out a sigh of relief, he ran over to her and gave her a hug. 

“I’m sorry,” she sobbed. 

“It’s alright,” he looked over at his nephews, they both were distraught of the situation. “You boys okay?” 

Young Pedro looked over at his uncle, tears in his eyes, “I should’ve stopped her, Tio. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s okay,” he pulled his nephew into the hug. Pedro didn’t know why he was trying to comfort everyone at the moment, maybe a part of him felt like it was his responsibility because he felt so much guilt. “Where is she?” 

“The doctors have her in surgery right now, she had some internal injuries they hoped to repair.” Pedro choked back the tears, he sat down on one of the chairs nearby. “They said by the looks of the crash site, she got the worse of it. She was sitting in the spot the car impacted with.” 

Pedro pinched the bridge of his nose, “How bad is it?” 

“The doctors said something about possible physical therapy,” Javiera added. “It’s still all unknown at the moment.” 

“This is all my fault.” 

“Don’t say that, Pedro.” 

“She isn’t that kind of kid, Javiera! She would’ve never done this unless she was really mad at me,” Pedro let out a shaky breath. Javiera placed a comforting hand on her brothers shoulder. “I can’t lose her, Javiera,” Pedro sobbed. 

“I know,” she whispered. She let Pedro cry into her shoulder and he cried for a while. After about an hour, he began to calm down, everyone sat in silence as they waited for the doctors to come out. Hours passed by when finally a doctor walked out of the doubled doors and to the Pascal family. 

“Family of Y/N Pascal?” the doctor nervously figeted with his hands. 

Pedro stood up quickly, “How is she?” 

The doctor cleared his throat, he never like this part of the job, speaking to the family. “There was a lot of damage and we did the best we could,” Pedro felt a sob make its way into his throat, he tried his best to hold it back, it wasn’t bad news yet. “But she’s steady now.” Pedro let out a deep breathe. “This isn’t the end of her journey yet, she has a long road of recovery. She’s lucky to be alive.” 

Pedro had tears falling from his eyes, his baby girl was okay. “Thank you,” he said to the doctor, “Can I see her?” 

“Of course, I’ll take you to her.” The doctor led Pedro through the doubled doors, “She’s in the post Surgery, we’ll be moving her back to the ICU later today.” The doctor stood beside one of the doors, “She’ll have a lot of wires surrounding her, it may look scary but it’s what’s keeping her alive. She might not wake up right away, if anything we don’t expect her to wake up for a few days. It’s common in severe crash victims,” the doctor explained. “The tube in her throat will be taken out once she can breathe on her own.” 

“Can I touch her at least?” 

The doctor nodded, “It’s like handling a newborn, you have to be a bit careful.” The doctor tried to give Pedro a reassuring smile. 

“Thank you,” he said softly before opening the door. The doctor was right, the way the wires surrounded you scared Pedro. “Oh baby girl,” he said softly as he walked up to the bed. “I’m sorry,” he let out a sob. He sat on the chair beside your bed, taking your hand into his, he placed a kiss on the top of your hand. “I’m sorry I broke our promise, but you need to wake up for me okay?” He slowly moved a strand of hair out of your face, careful to not touch the tubing and wires. “Te quiero mucho, Y/N. No puedo vivir sin ti.” (I love you so much, Y/N. I can’t live without you). 

As the days passed, Pedro stayed beside your bedside during the day and during the night. He never left your bedside, not even to shower although he was beginning to get remarks about how he smelled. He didn’t care, he wanted to make sure he was there when you woke up. 

It had been a full week and you still hadn’t woken up. The doctors were beginning to worry, they started to do more tests to make sure they didn’t miss anything before or to see if anything new showed up. 

“Pedro, you need to go home and at least shower,” Augustine said as he placed a plate of food on a small table nearby. 

“I’m fine,” Pedro said as he kept his eyes on you. Augustine sighed, it was no use, there was really nothing that was going to convince Pedro to leave the room. 

“Come on, Cariño,” Pedro said softly. “You need to wake up.” he squeezed your hand gently. Pedro was about to let go when he felt you squeeze his hand, his eyes widen and he squeezed your hand again. Few seconds later your squeezed his hand, “Yes!” he exclaimed. He got up from his chair, “She squeezed my hand!” he yelled out to the nurses that were outside the door. They came rushing in, beginning to check your pupils and your vitals. 

“Get the doctor,” one of them commanded the other. 

The doctor was ecstatic to see the vitals go up, “Y/N, if you can hear me, squeeze your dads hand.” You squeezed your dads hand again. Seconds later your eyes fluttered opened, you winced at the brightness of the room. You felt something lodge in your throat, you lifted your arm to touch it, “no, no we’ll take it out for you, dear.” 

“She’s awake,” Pedro said in disbelief. 

“We’ll need to get the tubing out,” the doctor said. Pedro got up from his spot on the bedside, let the doctor take the tubing out from your mouth. “Your mouth is gonna feel dry for a couple of days, it’s common,” he began to say as he checked your pupils again. “Do you know where you are?” 

“The-” you coughed, a nurse handed your cup of water. “The hospital?” 

“Good, what year is it?” 

“Twenty Twenty Three.” 

“What’s your name?” 

“Y/N.” 

“And who’s that?” The doctor pointed over at your dad. 

“My dad,” you said softly. 

The doctor smiled, “We’ll run some more tests later,” he said to your dad, “I’ll leave you two alone for a now.” 

Your dad thanked the doctor, he waited until they all left to go back to his spot by the bedside. You bothe remained quiet for a few minutes, one waiting for the other to speak. The other trying to get the courage to speak. 

You let out a shaky breath, “I’m sorry,” you whisepred. “It was really stupid.” 

Pedro shook his head, pulling you into a warm embrace, “It doesn’t matter,” he said softly. “All that matter is that you’re here and you’re alive.” He let go of the embrace, holding your head in his hands, “that’s all that matters to me right now, okay?” You gave him a nod, “I thought I was gonna lose you,” he choked out. 

“I’m sorry,” you trembled. 

“Que paso, Amor? How did it happen?” 

You shrugged, “One second we were heading back and the next thing I know, I heard screaming and it was dark,” you sniffled. “Is everyone else okay?” 

Your dad nods, “You got the worse of it. Cassandra was pretty shooken up, but they all got minor scratches and concussions.” 

“Lucky me,” you said sarcastically. Your dad kissed the top of your head, “I really am sorry about everything.” 

“No, I’m sorry, I broke a promise.” 

“I overreacted,” you confessed. 

“I don’t think you did,” he said softly. “I mean, I get it, we had a promise I wouldn’t break promises or cancel on you for work, especially with thing like your tournament. I wouldn’t let you become one of those kids with a book on how their parent was the worst parent ever.” you chuckled, causing your dad to smile, “I broke that promise and it scared you, and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you and I’m sorry I overreacted and landed myself in the most expensive place on earth that isn’t Disneyland.” 

Your dad let out a laugh, “Forgiven.” 

“Forgiven,” you repeated. “Now, how bad is this?” you gestured to your broken leg, “Is my soccer career totaled?” 

“Soccer career? I thought you wanted to become an actor like your old man?” 

“Well, acting wasn’t my first choice, but depending on this, it might just become my first choice.” 

Pedro rolled his eyes, “Well, you’ll have physical therapy for sure, but let’s talk about it when we get there.” 

“Alright, but can we talk about something else?” 

“Dime (tell me).” 

“Can you go shower?” you scrunched up your nose, “I’m pretty sure your B.O. is what woke me up!” 

Pedro rolled his eyes, “Alright, alright, I’ll call your tia over to be with you while I go shower.” Pedro watched as you covered your nose in exaggeration, usually he would say something petty, but right now he just wanted to admire you and the fact that you were still alive. “Te amo, mija.” 

“Y yo a ti, papi,” you gave him a smile, knowing that everything was going to be okay and that if you did write a book in the future, it’d probably be about how you grew up blessed to be Pedro Pascal’s daughter.

Pedro Pascal Taglist: @Sophieelizabeth01  @tracysnookok  @cilliansangel @change-the-world-someday @graciegoeskrazy

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[paigegonerogue]

Ficlet where Ellie gets a fever/mild cold while still on the road to Lincoln or Pittsburgh? There's just so much time skipped in that whole period before jackson where endless bonding moments and potential for learning to trust can exist

Sorry this took a hot second! Thank you so much for the request!

Anyone can send me asks for specific TLOU story ideas and I’ll write a bit for them! So anyone reading this—feel free to send me requests!

(1.1k words. Mentioned character death.)

(Also I know you said before Pittsburg but I did right after because it worked a bit better for this story)

They were nearly a week out from Kansas City when Ellie’s cough started to worry Joel. It had started small, just a sound he’d attributed to the dusty tunnels they’d all gone through with Henry and Sam. But it had gotten worse. Small, sharp exhales to guttural roars that racked her tiny frame. 

She’d been quiet since KC, something Joel had been trying and failing to convince himself was because of how raw her throat most likely was.

Eventually they found a small town, a place called ‘Lecompton’, as far as he could tell from the worn, tattered signs scattered around the eerily empty neighborhoods.

It had been one of the places FEDRA tried to clear out before they gave up and started barricading civilians in the QZs, or at least he thought, judging from the tank tracks etched into the concrete, bullet holes in the shabby, cracked plaster of houses, and homes burnt until they were just charred frames.

They barricaded themselves in an old bar, Joel sealing all the windows in an attempt to muffle their sounds to the outside. Ellie’s coughs were loud enough that he felt like everyone in the world could hear, and even if the town seemed relatively safe there was probably a stray infected or two somewhere nearby.

”Hey, Ellie, I’m goin’ out for a second.” He took her shoulder after her latest round of hacking screeches. She looked up at him with a pathetic choke, her eyebrows drawn together. “Try to be quiet.”

She looked up at him, widening her eyes and making an explosion gesture above her head. ‘Woah, really?! I hadn’t thought of that’. 

Joel sighed, a hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. Somehow she could still manage to snark him with her voice blown out.

“Yeah yeah, I get it.” He told her. “I’ll be right back.”

He took a seat outside the abandoned bar, letting his head fall back as he stared up at the cloudy sky above him. The cough was making him nervous. A frantic kind of nervousness that could only be cured by getting it to stop. Getting Ellie okay.

He couldn’t trade for medicine. Even if he found another party, people offering something as valuable as medicine almost always had an ulterior motive.

He made a mental note to tell that to Ellie later.

Really all he could do at this point was hope that the cough wasn’t an infection or strep throat. But he was never good at waiting or hoping, and as he stood and prepared to try and find anything useful he could in the small houses surrounding them, he spotted a small pine tree off in the underbrush where the town trailed off twenty feet away.

“Brought you some tea.” He said gruffly, sitting down next to where Ellie was curled in her sleeping bag on the floor. “Need some fuckin’ peace and quiet.” He handed her the tea he’d brewed, still hot in his thermos from the fire he’d snuffed out outside.

Ellie looked down at it, a crease between her eyebrows as she looked back up at him.

“It’s Eastern Red Cedar tea. You make it using the pine and boiling it. Helps with coughs.”

Ellie looked back down at the tea, slowly lifting the cup to her lips and tilting her head back to drink. She made a face, nearly dropping it. 

Joel’s first instinct was to snap at her, but she hadn’t really done anything wrong.

“Yeah, I know it doesn’t taste great,” he told her instead. “But it’ll help.”

Ellie scrunched her lips to the side, nodding once before she reached over towards her backpack, unzipping it and shuffling through the contents.

She pulled out a sketchpad they’d found a few days ago in an abandoned gas station and a blue pen which she shook a few times.

‘U botenist now?’ She wrote in the smallest possible font, trying to save as much room as possible for her surprisingly good drawings.

“First off it’s spelled with an ‘A’, not an ‘E’. Second off… just drink the fuckin’ tea.”

Ellie rolled her eyes, scratching down a quick ‘fine’ before pausing and staring at the letters.

He knew they were both thinking of exactly the same person.

Suddenly the silence didn’t seem so refreshing anymore.

“A couple years after the outbreak this young woman joined our little group of raiders—me and Tommy’s.” He started before he could think better of it. But by the way Ellie lit up he knew it was the right choice. “Drink your damn tea while I’m tellin’ you all this.” He told her, gesturing at his thermos. “So her name was Poppy, which was pretty funny ‘cause she loved plants. Loved ‘em.” He scratched his cheek, considering his words. “She was the caretaker of this garden at her college before the outbreak. Brought the whole thing back from just a couple dead weeds. She was real proud of it.” 

Ellie finally took another sip of her tea.

“Once we’re all headin’ through Kansas and she points out this pine tree. She says ‘that’s an Eastern Red Cedar, it’s good for coughs and bronchitis and joint pain and digestion’. And I really didn’t give a shit, but I go ‘damn, why ain’t we usin’ this all the time?’ And Poppy goes—” he smiled a bit, thinking back to it. “—‘’cause it tastes like if a pinecone could shit’.”

Ellie let out a small laugh, wincing and reaching her hand to her throat. 

“So there’s your story. Now drink.” Ellie grudgingly took another sip, reaching towards her notebook and scribbling something down.

‘What happened to her?’ 

Joel forced himself not to wince.

“We went our separate ways.” He lied. “The group disbanded eventually and we just said our goodbyes.” He could still hear her screams, trapped, rattling around inside his skull, clawing for his eardrums.

He blinked, her decimated corpse flashing behind his eyes.

Ellie looked down, taking another sip.

‘Really?’ She wrote. Joel nodded.

“Yeah. Saw an old ally of mine and they said she’d settled in the Phoenix QZ.” He knew he shouldn’t lie. Shouldn’t come up with tall tales trying to spare Ellie’s already gone innocence, but he didn’t want to see that look in her eyes anymore. The one she got when he knew she was thinking about just another person who died.

“Y’know, I had another ally. His name was Hank, but we all called him ‘Barrel’ because he could handle a rifle best I’ve ever seen.” 

Ellie perked up, looking surprised he kept talking. 

“So one day me and Barrel, we’re out scavenging for food—drink your tea—and we get ambushed. There’s ten raiders on us and we’re dashing like hell to—”

THE END

Remember, send me requests for more! This was super fun to do!

[tyungelic]

Hi! sorry to hear that you're sick, sending you lots of health!

maybe you could do something w/ taehyun, where you're both college students and you both have your exams/finals. like late night studying, feeling safe and secure and encouraging each other, comfortable silence, maybe even at the library (which is 24/7 open, and they can overnight there)?

but completely sfw, and more like friends to lovers vibes or just subtle flirting?

omg this is longer than I thought but idk it's just an idea, and you're free to write however you want ^.^

thank you so much!! 🩵🩵

this is such a cute concept! taehyun would be such a good study buddy, he’s patient and understanding and i know that if you’re having a hard time grasping a topic or concept he would walk you through it or if you’re both stumped, you’d walk through it together until you finally have it down.

you appreciate his small gestures in particular the day before finals. you’ve downed nearly three energy drinks to pull an all-nighter. all your friends have fallen asleep except you and taehyun, you’re both sitting on the floor of your dorm room, notes and textbooks spread out in front of you.

you yawn and stretch your arms up over your head, slumping back into a hunch over your open journal.

taehyun’s small chuckle breaks your concentration.

“tired?” he asks, already sure of the answer.

“a little,” you say, making a pinching motion with your fingers. “you?”

“a little,” he echoes, a small yawn leaving his mouth. “can’t believe it’s almost 3. they stay up and game until way later than this, but i guess studying is where they draw the line.” taehyun motions to kai and beomgyu who are fast asleep on the floor beside you, using their textbooks as pillows.

you snicker, “they’ll be okay. we can always go through the flash cards when they wake up. as for us,” you leaf through your notes and find the next section to study. “we’ve still got work to do.”

“i think if there’s anyone who needs a break, it’s you,” taehyun says. “you’ve been studying nonstop.”

“we’ve been studying nonstop.”

“maybe we should both take a break then.”

another yawn leaves your mouth and you slump over yet again, unable to rub the sleep from your eyes. you give taehyun a doubtful look and he pats the floor beside him.

“come on, it’ll only be for a few minutes. here, i’ll set an alarm,” he picks up his phone and presses a few things, then puts it back on do not disturb.

it wouldn’t hurt to close your eyes for a little bit. you scoot over and sit right next to taehyun, his legs flush against yours, and lay your head on his shoulder.

“thanks for sticking with me through all this,” you mutter.

“of course. honestly, i don’t know why you study as hard as you do, you’re pretty smart.”

“i’ve done it for so long that i’m scared that if i stop, i’ll fail.”

taehyun snorts, “sounds like a curse.”

“yeah, it is,” you agree, voice still etched with tiredness. “i think i just like studying with you.”

taehyun hums and flutters his eyes shut, “mm, me too…”

you feel taehyun’s head rest against yours and your heart beats a little faster. the last thing you remember before drifting off to sleep is the warmth of his hand softly against yours.

next thing you know, you’re startling awake, gasping as if you’ve just come up from underwater. your heart slams against your chest as you look around you.

the rest of your study buddies are nowhere to be found and the notes that were splayed all over the floor are right where they were before you fell asleep. you check your phone for the time. there’s half an hour before your final exam starts.

“fuck, taehyun, wake up,” you say, panicked as you shake him by the shoulder. he wakes up and looks at you, confused.

“hm? what time is it?”

“thirty minutes to,” you say, scrambling to gather your notes.

“where is everybody?”

“who knows? they’re probably—“

you pause as you look up and notice a sticky note on your front door. you walk up and peel it off to read it.

going out to brunch, text if you want anything

good luck with finals lovebirds ❤️

you roll your eyes.

“they ditched us to get breakfast.”

“you’re kidding,” taehyun says, his tone matching the disbelief in yours.

“what do you wanna do?”

“well, we can always get them for ditching us later. but, for now, let’s grab something together,” taehyun rises to his feet and grabs his backpack.

“are you sure we have time?”

“it doesn’t have to be a sit down meal. let’s just grab something from the lunch hall and go.”

“but—“

“— if you’re worried about the material, we have the flashcards. right?”

you swallow, but decide to push back your worries for a bit and take a breath.

“okay, let’s go,” you link your arm with taehyun’s and make your way out of your dorm together, making sure to pocket the sticky note that you’re sure beomgyu and kai thought was so hilarious.

[irkimatsu]

Lowkey blacked out and wrote this, hope it’s good (should I write fic?)

Imagine Husk is quietly cleaning glasses at the bar. It’s gotten pretty quiet, mostly because everyone’s gone upstairs. You can still sorta hear Angel hooting and hollering from his room to Cherri over the phone, he got home earlier than she did from the festivities. Probably to get out of drag and have a quiet rest of the night. You know she’s probably still trying to party out the heartache from Pen, but she’ll find her way back eventually.

Charlie and Vaggie turned in a while ago, as did Lucifer. A very confused Alastor who ‘really doesn’t get what Rosie means about these ace in the hole jokes’ but still appreciated the nicely colored bow tie she made him (of the ace flag ofc) had gone up to prepare for his next broadcast about half an hour ago. Niffty was off killing roaches again upstairs.

The remnants of earlier festivities were still evident in the hotel lobby, left to be cleaned up tomorrow. You make your way to the bar, where Husk keeps cleaning the same glass over and over.

“What’s on your mind?” You ask him with a smile.

“Hmmph?” He answers.

“Keep cleaning that glass and it’ll work better than a mirror. You clean when you’re stressed Husk.”

He averts your gaze. Sometimes he really hates that you can read him so damn well, but damn if it didn’t feel good to be cared about once in a while.

You follow his gaze to where it had subconsciously landed. The pride pin Charlie has given him earlier.

“You got me doll face” he said with a chuckle, “can’t hide nothin from you, can I?”

“So… are you gonna tell me what it is?

“I guess…” he starts with a sigh, “here, gimme a minute…”

He looks around, checking if anyone is there or will overhear, then walks around the bar, sitting down beside you on a stool.

“It’s just nice I guess… that we can be more open. Free. I was lucky I guess in my day that I could be more… acceptable in public but there was still a lot to hide. I guess I just keep thinking… it’s nice how far we’ve come.”

He finally looks at you, smiling gently, his eyes softening.

“Yeah, it’s nice”, you return his smile.

“Happy pride, Husk.”

“Happy Pride, baby”

Happy Pride Irk! Thanks for all you do for Husk-nation!

- 💃

You should absolutely write fic - this is so cute! I love that Husk gets to see how far things have come since he died. It's not perfect, fucking hell it's not perfect, not for his sexuality and not for his race... but it's getting better. And here in this hotel, he's surrounded by people who he may not always get along with, but his identity is never a part of that conflict. He can be himself here, and so can everyone else. It's so freeing...

Thank you so much for sending this! I'm glad the whole hotel gets to celebrate this month in the ways they need. (Even Alastor. Even if he doesn't really get it.)

[shrinkthisviolet]

OC question: Has anyone ever claimed any of your OCs as their child? How'd your OC feel about that?

Ooh well for Morgan, there’s ofc Tina. Morgan’s always seen Tina as a mom anyway, and she knows Tina’s her godmother, so the shift isn’t surprising or even really all that jarring. In a lot of ways…it’s freeing. She didn’t realize just how suffocated she felt with Eowells around…until he wasn’t anymore (and she feels this complicated mix of relief and guilt around the whole thing).

Of course, things aren’t totally smooth sailing—s2 explores some tension between them as Morgan grapples with “either she knew he was an imposter the whole time and still let me live with him and lied, or she didn’t know and she thus wasn’t as close with my birth dad as I thought.” Though as with most things, the truth lies somewhere in the middle 🥺

For Amelia, Rosalie and Otto Octavius in the MCU, who by my headcanon are basically the Raimi versions but tragedy hasn’t struck them (yet 👀 maybe it will, maybe it won’t). Amelia isn’t sure what to make of them at first—they’re not the first family to try to foster her during the Blip, and she’s certain it’ll go the same way—yelling, screaming, and insults from both sides, and eventually an unceremonious trip back to the overcrowded orphanage.

But the Octaviuses…they’re different. They don’t back down when she purposely pushes their buttons and acts difficult—in fact, this gets them to try harder. Amelia doesn’t understand it. She’s not even really their family, all of this is just temporary until May and Peter come back—because they will, Amelia’s sure, they have to—so why are they trying so hard? It takes some time, but eventually, Amelia comes to realize their efforts are genuine, and they adopt her. She then becomes Amelia Parker Octavius…and even after May and Peter come back, Amelia remains an Octavius. She loves her new family too much to give them up 🥺 she has Parker and Octavius in her name, she can be both (until of course a certain death and a spell force her to only be one)

Reyna…sorta has this with Kamilla? But then again, Kamilla’s been part of Reyna’s life for as long as she can remember. Reyna adores her stepmother, the most present parent in her life*, and Kamilla adores her right back. Reyna loves her dad too ofc, but…she and her stepmom have a special bond 🥰 even in the past, she gravitates to Kamilla before anyone (well…after Nora, but before anyone else)

*Cynthia gave Reyna to Cisco to raise so she can continue to be a Breacher full time, and Cisco is partially in hiding due to his powers (metahumans being illegal in the future and all that). He did think of giving them up, so he could be more present to raise Reyna, but…she’s also the reason why he’s keeping them (in case of another outburst like in her younger years), along with him still wanting to help the displaced and endangered metas who need someone like Vibe in the absence of the Flash 🥺

Lucy has a similar situation with Obi-Wan, in that he adopts and raises her from essentially her babyhood, but it’s also a little different because she thinks he’s really her dad. I haven’t totally decided how the reveal is gonna play out, but…yeah, there’s gonna be some hurt feelings. Just because Lucy understands his reasons and knows that he genuinely did the best he could at the time doesn’t mean his lies don’t hurt.

ask my OC(s) anything!

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@arrthurpendragon @ocappreciationtag @raith-way @vexic929 @ironverseocs @thechaoticfanartist @goldheartedchaoticdisaster @negative-speedforce @dream-beyond-the-fantasy

[church-of-lilith]

Do you think anybody on reddit has posted abt how unhappy sapphics are with the way they represented us or how bi coded Ted is? Cuz if anything that seems like the site where the writers might actually see it and it sucks they probably won't even care and think queer ppl should be happy with what we got

I don’t think anybody has posted about the poor sapphic rep or bi Ted on Reddit yet, at least not that I’ve seen. I think the main reason for that is because when it comes to posting about lgbtq+ topics, people are less tolerant over on Reddit.

Like most of the comments under the post of James’ interview about Trent having a crush on Ted were positive, but there was also definitely a fair share of homophobic trolls looking for reactions from people. The mods got around to deleting those comments eventually but it took a hot minute.

I’ve been waiting to see someone in the actual media write an article about how the queer rep in TL wasn’t all that, especially with the way Keeley and Jack were treated. I think that’s the only way the writers would ever become aware of how unhappy the general queer (and also specifically sapphic) audiences really were with their ‘representation.’ I don’t know that I’d be comfortable ever posting about it on Reddit though, because it just seems like it’s bound to draw in terrible people looking to comment hate more than it would draw in people looking to have an actual conversation.

And in terms of the writers seeing it on Reddit? Yeah it’s always a possibility, but like you said, I don’t believe they’d actually care. Brendan Hunt spent a majority of his AMA over there insisting that Jane wasn’t abusive & making very passive aggressive comments towards people who were calling him out on how that relationship was written. Not an ounce of respect towards anyone with differing opinions or an open mind towards any of the valid criticism. If he or anyone else did see a post on Reddit about any criticism towards the queer rep, I don’t believe they would actually care or come up with a worthwhile response.

Maybe someone braver than me will decide to start a conversation over there, though! Maybe it’ll be you! And if not, you’re always free to continue sending your thoughts here to my ask box because I definitely have opinions that I’m sure are very similar to your own. Thanks for sending this one in!

[shade-pup-cub]

Febuwhump 2024, Day 21: Legend & Hyrule (Wild briefly)

Fandom: LOZ/Linked Universe

Summary: Legend knew that exploring with Hyrule was not the best idea, but when rejected, Hyrule made Legend regret it the moment he said no. He still should have said no, then Hyrule wouldn't have hit his head as the sinkhole swallowed him up.

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“Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Hyrule’s big puppy eyes were killing Legend.

“No.”

“Please?”

“Take Wild with you.” Legend didn’t want to look up, but his heart clenched when Hyrule changed his excitement to a hurt disappointment.

Hyrule dipped his head, toeing the dirt. “It’s fine, I don’t have to go. I just wanted to go with you for once.” He turned and walked away, taking up the spot next to Time. The fae in him was drawn to the hero from the forest when emotions were high.

Damn it. I should have just said yes. Legend thought as he watched Time place an arm over the younger’s shoulder in a fatherly way. Gotta fix this. Legend stuck his hand into the bag at his hip, feeling for potions because knowing this kid, they were going to need it. He slipped over to Wild’s side next, asking for a few snacks for the trip.

“Oh, he finally asked you?” Wild had an easy smile on while packing a small bag for them.

“What do you mean finally?”

“He has been wanting to ask you for some time, but thought you would say no.” Wild looked over at the hero they were talking about. “Clearly you did. You know, it would be easier for you if you weren’t an asshole first and have to make it up to him later.”

Legend knew that and he was trying, but it wasn’t easy. “I’m working on it.”

“Work harder. You aren’t just his friend or traveling companion. You are his predecessor and he looks up to you more than anyone else here.”

“Do you feel the same with Twilight?”

Wild gave a softer smile. “I knew Twi before this, but yes I do look up to him and want to make him proud. I just don’t have nervousness with him like Hyrule does with you.”

Oh. 

Food in hand, Legend walked in front of Hyrule who seemed to be dozing while still tucked under Time’s arm as he talked to Warriors. He gave the bag a toss into Hyrule’s lap, startling him awake. “Come on, we are burning daylight. We will be back in three hours.” He didn't give Hyrule much time before he turned and walked out of camp, but he could hear the younger happily hug Wild and dart out of camp to catch up.

The silence was a bit awkward as they walked towards the trail they had passed on the way to making camp the night before. Legend tried to not be stiff or look grumpy, especially when Hyrule had a face splitting grin and a hop in his step. The kid had been fluttering around camp with the need to explore and be free.

“Legend?” Hyrule suddenly asked, worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

Be nice, don’t be a complete ass . “Yeah?”

“Can we go off the trail?”

Dear gods no… “Off trail?”

Hyrule didn’t make eye contact. “Yeah, the fairies yesterday told me there was a Fairy Fountain near. Would... that be okay?”

This kid is terrified! Am I that much of an ass?  “I don’t see why not, as long as we make it back to camp in three hours so they don’t send Twilight after us.”

“Or worse, Sky.” They both stopped and looked at each other, bursting into fits of laughter because it was always worse to have Sky send after a missing Link.

Legend rolled his eyes. “Come on kid, lead the way.” To his surprise, Hyrule grabbed his wrist and pulled him into a sprint. The younger was all laughter, darting around trees and pulling the Vet along.

It was strange for Legend to do this for fun. He was keeping up but didn’t really get the point of all this. Why the running or the pure joy it brought as they had to duck under low hanging limbs? Then he saw it… Hyrule’s other hand now and again grazing over the green that passed them by. Hyrule didn’t have this back home. He didn’t get the chances to run free, touch the morning dew on the blades of grass, watch animals dart around. All the other worlds were thriving. Even Wild’s was, though it lacked the numbers the others had. This was new and exciting .

There was a pang in Legend’s chest as the idea of whatever chaos he left his own world in to turn into what Hyrule had to deal with crossed his mind. So, instead of cursing under his breath about the ferns scratching his exposed shins, he got his hand free and kept pace with Hyrule, his laughter only grew and feet seemed to go faster.

The two began to race, jumping over large logs, but Legend nearly rolled across the ground when Hyrule took a turn that he didn’t know was coming. This caused Hyrule to slow down to a walk, clutching his stomach from how hard he was laughing.

“Ha ha, laugh it up.” Legend’s words didn’t hide the thrill on the run.

“You look like Wild, sticks in his hair.” He pulled a twig from the pink strands. “I knew you would enjoy this and drop the grumpy mask.”

All Legend could do was rub the back of his neck in slight embarrassment.

“Come on Vet, it isn’t too far ahead now.”

“How can you tell?”

“I can feel it. Can’t everyone?”

“No, but I think Time and Wild might be the exception to that.” Time’s Kokiri past and Wild’s deep ties to nature’s magic always fascinated Legend, though he would never ask anything directly about it.

“Hmm, I never bothered to ask anyone before about it.” Hyrule shrugged and kept moving forward. “Maybe I’ll ask the others when we-” Hyrule was there one moment talking and smiling, then next he had vanished with scream. The sound of rocks crumbling accompanied the screaming teen, but the silence that followed was terrifying.

“Hyrule!” Legend hollered as he darted over to grab the teens hand, but he was just out of reach. He watched in horror as the younger went straight down into a sinkhole, the edges crumbling, forcing him to move backwards or fall in too. 

“Hyrule?!” Nothing. “Fuck!” 

Not knowing how far the sinkhole was, Legend searched his pouch for anything that would let him see inside the dark pit. He made a victory noise as his hand brushed against a different feeling bottle, the one that Wild had let him have randomly and he didn’t understand why. Obviously he knew this day was coming when the Vet would go off on a little adventure with the Traveler and would more than likely end up in some kind of dark cave. He doubted that this was what Wild had in mind.

Pulling the Bright Elixir out, he popped the cork and downed the whole thing. It tasted worse than a Red Potion, but that didn’t matter at the moment. He hated to do it, but he tore part of his red tunic and tied it to a low hanging branch above the hole in case any of the others came looking.

The hole itself wasn’t massive, but it was going to prove to be a challenge as Legend was making his way down by keeping a foot on either side of the wall, as well as his hands. The further down he went, the more he glowed and the more he grew anxious with the uncertainty of Hyrule’s whereabouts and condition. In what felt like hours, Legend made it to the bottom of the pit that opened up quite a bit. He was careful to not step down in case he ended up crushing Hyrule more under the loose rocks and boulders that came crashing down.

“Hyrule? Hyrule, can you hear me?” Legend’s heart thumped evenly as he kept his emotions down, but that went out the door when he saw the tanned fingers barely poking out between two rocks.

Stepping closer, he began the process of removing the piled rocks. He wanted to sling them away, but some of them were too unstable forcing him to slow down. Where there were only fingers, now was a full hand, arm and Legend could see brown curls. He oh so carefully moved the next few stones away, revealing Hyrule’s face.  There were a few scratches on his cheekbone and near his eyebrow, but everything looked intact so far.

“Kid, Rulie, can you hear me?” Placing a hand slightly over the kid’s mouth and nose, he couldn’t feel any breathing or it was so shallow that he couldn’t. Panic was starting to set in, adrenaline flooded the Vet’s blood and he hastily squatted down, grabbed the much too large boulder that covered Hyrule’s torso and with a shout, rolled it off of him.

Hyrule suddenly took in a gasping breath of air, hazel eyes flying open. 

“Oh sweet goddesses… You're alive.”

“Leg?”

“Yeah, kid, I’m here.”

“M’legs hurt.”

“Sorry, sorry, here.” Legend pushed away some more stones, freeing Hyrule from all the crushing weight. “Better?”

“Mhm.”

Hyrule had yet to open his eyes back open after the gasping inhale he had taken not long ago. “Can you look at me?” Sleepy eyes looked up at him, dilated and uneven. “I’m going to check your head okay?”

Receiving a hum, Legend gently and slowly ran his hands through brown curls, feeling for any lumps. On the left side, behind his ear, Hyrule had a good sized Goose egg and the teen groaned in discomfort. “Probably have a concussion. Think you can drink a Red?”

“No.” 

“Come on Rulie, you have to.”

“No, meanin’, can’t.” His words were getting slurred.

When Hyrule’s eyes started to close, Legend patted his unmarked cheek. “Hey, stay awake for me. What do you mean you can’t?”

“Fae blood, ‘member? Won’t work…” His eyes slipped closed, head rolling to the side into Legend’s hand more.

Now that Legend thought about it, he had never seen Hyrule drink a Red potion. Sure, he had seen him drink one of Wild’s Fairy tonics and Stamina potions, but never anything else. And if it was minor enough, like a busted lip, it was like it healed overnight. Legend was regretting not asking Wild for more supplies. Especially when he looked up towards the top of the pit. He had Power Bracelets on, but that wasn’t going to help him at this point carry Hyrule out of the hole. To make things worse, his Bright Elixir was running out.

“Hyrule, I really need you to stay awake for me.” He gave a few good pats to the boy’s cheek. One last hard pat had brown eyes opening back up with a start. “You can’t go to sleep on me now, not with a head injury. How do I get us out of here?”

“Tran’or’ation spell.” His slurring was getting worse. Legend thought the teen was trying to talk to him with mumbled words, but a flash of green light and Hyrule was now a tiny fairy sprawled out on top of a rock. Legend looked on in shock. He knew that the kid had fae in him, but never put it together that he could transform into a fairy form. He lifted the little fairy into his hands, eyes unchanging from their blown wide position.

“H-hyrule? Rulie?” He whispered, nearly scared to say anything at this point due to the new sized hero. He didn’t want to talk too loud and hurt the teens ears. Unfortunately the unresponsive silence had his heart pounding in his chest as the situation was becoming more dire. He knew what could happen if someone with a concussion went to sleep… he didn’t want to go through that again.

Too paranoid to put Hyrule in one of his pockets or into a bottle, Legend climbed back up with the use of only one hand and his feet. The Bright Elixir had run out half way up, but the Vet was not going to let anything stop him from getting his successor away from the dangers that came from being in a pit.

At the top, a safe distance away, Legend caught his breath and checked over the fairy in his hand. He tried not to tremble and shake while the little one rested in his palm. He needed to get back to camp quickly, specifically Wild, but he was restricted to walking.

“Hang on kid, I got you.”

[tadpolesonalgae]

ive seeing these anons giving advice and im glad we're all wondering why you aren't more well known. ive been reading acotar but it took me a while to find your blog and i really was surprised i hadn't found it sooner because you're a great writer and you also write a lot, so you should be on searches and stuff a lot. i thought it was because you wrote a lot of dark fics at first and that's not for everyone but you also write a lot of others so im not sure how you don't get way more notes on your fics. i think what the other anon said about interacting with other writers and im not familiar with the examples they gave tbh but yeah there's a few blogs that interact with each other a lot so you know they're friends (azsazz and acourtofthristandmen and more) but if you don't know them or you're not really good at/ want to you don't have to try to interact with them, i think you should bet on interacting with your audience more because that's what keeps people coming back. dont be afraid to post stuff on here either, this is your blog so you can post, especially asks because we do love seeing our asks answered and if people don't see their asks answered they might not keep sending them bc they're basically being ignored.

I mean, is there some setting I might need to switch on or off? It took me months to figure out how to link posts and even longer to discover the whole ‘read more’ thing so I wonder if there’s just a really obvious button that’s labelled “share work” or something and i’ve just entirely missed it 😭

‘so im not sure how you don't get way more notes on your fics.’

Thank you so much??? That’s such??? A lovely thing to say???

Honestly I’m very happy with how things are at the moment, like having people write in if they enjoy a fic, offering ideas, giving advice—I’d much rather keep things as they are than maybe having more notes on a fic but less people knowing this blog well enough to want to send in requests or talk?

I hope that doesn’t sound ungrateful or anything, it’s just that I don’t want to sound like I’m complaining I might not be getting enough because I genuinely I love how things are at the moment 🧡💛

‘ i think you should bet on interacting with your audience more because that's what keeps people coming back.’

Okay okay!! So!! I don’t know if this is a common thing other blogs do, but there are people I see interacting and I was thinking it would be fun to include you too? I know some people might find that stressful though and I don’t want to scare anyone off, but I thought it might be fun to tag some of you guys in those tag games? Solely because before I started writing, people who wrote fanfics seemed so far off in the distance and that is genuinely not the case, so I thought it might help people feel more comfortable in this space?

That is just an idea though, and I don’t even do tag games that often, so it wouldn’t be a regular occurrence or anything! :)

‘especially asks because we do love seeing our asks answered and if people don't see their asks answered they might not keep sending them bc they're basically being ignored.’

I’d like to clarify it’s not only not spamming things that makes me nervous to respond, but also because I don’t always know how much free time I’ll have in a day, so I often only have mornings to get to talk to people? I really hope no one feels ignored—generally if I haven’t answered something it’ll be because I simply didn’t get to find the time that day to get around to it? But I completely get that it can be discouraging to manage to send an ask in then it doesn’t get answered :/

[cabinofimagines]

Holi-day five; The perfect gift

A/N: The most unrealistic part about these fics is not the story, is the fact that everyone has enough money to buy shit for all like every two months -Danny

Pairing: PLATONIC Annabeth x GN!reader

Words: 789

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“Food! Foood!” You whined, entering the establishment with flushed cheeks.

Annabeth chuckled, she guided you to your usual booth and took off her scarf.

“Sorry for the long walk, I really wanted to get the other presents out of the way so I could focus on Percy’s.”

“No problem, I got to buy mine as well and I’m always doing it last minute.”

“Buying last-minute gifts is a crime, Y/N,” Annabeth said gravely.

“Oh, I always get them things they love! It’s not like I go to the nearest convenience store and get them a bunch of napkins!”

The blonde girl hummed, unconvinced by your argument. She then pulled out a small notebook and quickly went through the notes, pointing at the things written on it.

“So I asked around our friends because Percy’s being annoying and refused to tell me what he wanted for Christmas— he said ‘surprise me!’ as if that’s not the worst thing he could tell me.”

“And so you spent a whole week taking notes while stalking Percy throughout his daily routine to see what he’d like to get,” you replied, eyes fixed on the menu you were eagerly holding in your hands.

“I wasn’t stalking,” she pouted. “I was just checking the terrain, y’know? I could either give him something useful, or something fun— but I’m kinda lost right now.”

“Well, knowing Percy he’ll like whatever you decide to give him.”

“But I want to get it right! Like, I know that’s not the point of giving but—”

“Annabeth, I’ve known you for years, I know what you’re getting at.”

“Well, I have some ideas,” she pushed the notebook towards you. 

You read through them quickly and recognized a different handwriting. “Who wrote this one?”

“Oh,” Annabeth tilted her head trying to remember. “I think it was Klaus? He was weirdly eager to help me out, says he’s got a knack for picking the best presents.”

You looked at his suggestion intently. “It’s a good idea... I think you should roll with it.”

Annabeth read it, determination adorning her face. “Yeah, I think I should, I could even add something else of my own.”

Before you could add anything else, the waitress approached with a sweet smile. “Hi guys! You want the usual?”

You and Annabeth shared a look and smiled. You would visit this place often whenever you guys had some free time therefore every person who worked in it knew you, it was cozy and not that known, so it was never too crowded, nor too abandoned.

“Actually, we’d like something festive.”

Annabeth wrapped her scarf tightly and locked her arm with yours, you quickly made your way up the street ready to continue your arduous shopping. 

“You got all your presents?”

Rummaging through your pockets you found the small list you’d written before leaving camp, you read through it and hummed. 

“Need something for Jason... and you,” you grinned.

“I’m guessing you’ll get that one later?” She chuckled.

“Right.”

“Just don’t get last minute, please?”

“Hush, you wouldn’t even know the difference if I did!”

“I do now!”

“Fine, I’ll get yours right on time, it’ll be the first one I’ll wrap and place under the tree. Happy?”

“Over the moon,” she nudged you playfully.

“Ohhh!” You dragged Annabeth towards the nativity scene. “Let’s take the picture here!”

Every year you and Annabeth take a picture together when you go to the city to buy presents, it’s kind of like your postcard, though you don’t really send it to anyone, you just put it on the album Chiron keeps for you in the big house.

Each year you choose a different setting, last year you took it on the ice rink that people go to every winter, now you found this cute nativity scene near the Times Square.

Annabeth looks at it critically, she’s trying to find the perfect angle, and then she pulls out the instant camera Leo gave her five years ago. 

“Stand next to that angel on your left,” she tells you in a tone that confirms she’s focused on the task. “The lights here are good, the flash won’t make it look so dark now...”

You obey happily and stand really close to Annabeth so none of you comes out chopped off. She takes the picture and the little image slips swiftly from the bottom of the camera.

“Take a look,” she said proudly. “Honestly, I’m an ace taking pictures.”

“It’s good!” You agree, beaming at the image. You and Annabeth look really good, she was right about the lights. Annabeth takes the picture and puts it away in her backpack. 

“Let’s go get Jason’s gift, we promised to be back at camp before eight.”

[fairyboyfraldarius]

This is probably the only way I can post this because tumblr is being a jerk (through submit a post 😭)

Here’s my response to @eldin-of-pherae ‘s question “favourite item?”

Favourite item? I guess it depends. Favourite appearance wise, function wise, or description of the item? The item I use most is the Biggoron Sword, as I’ve pretty much mastered switching between it and my shield.

(Fun tip! Take out the bow when the sword is equipped, then quickly press the shield button. If you have. A good enough reflexes, you should be able to switch between the Biggoron Sword and the Hylian Shield) So yeah, I also really like the design of it and hope to make one for myself one day! I also really enjoy the trading quest for it.

For my favourite item appearance wise, the winner might be... The Lens of Truth. The overall appearance of it is really gorgeous, and I for some reason love the sound when you activate and deactivate it. I think the use of it is really smart, especially in areas outside the Shadow Temple and Bottom the Well.

Even though I love how it looks, it’s a pain to draw! I love the colour scheme of it as well, and hope to get one for my cosplay one day! Favourite description of the item goes to too things: Zelda’s Letter and Lon Lon Milk. I always quote the “drink half and save the rest for later!” whenever I drink milk. I don’t know why, it’s just a line that’s stuck with me. I’ve actually been researching jars and bottles, and I finally found some that look like the OoT empty bottles! (Another item I love ofc) Hopefully I can buy a few of the Lon Lon stickers on RedBubble when I get the money.

For Zelda’s letter, I love the fact that the game text appreciated the fact that Zelda signed the later, saying things like, “It even has Princess Zelda’s autograph. Wow!” Or “How cool!”

Lastly, I think my overall favourite items are the ocarinas. Mainly Saria’s Fairy Ocarina. It is given to him so that he isn’t homesick, she tells him that he could play the ocarina to think of the Forest: to think of her. It’s a memento that Link holds so dear.

Then when he receives the Ocarina of Time. It’s the only thing that ties him to Zelda. In my opinion, the ocarinas are Link’s connection to his friends, to Hyrule. He learns songs from his friends (and a windmill man that threatens to beat him up...), and songs to warp to different elemental locations. I hope this answered your question!

If anyone else has a question, feel free to send it in my asks! (Give me a question about OoT and I have to give my 100% honest answer.

I have another ask that’s been taking me some time, but I promise it’ll be done soon!

[osunism]

Daughter of Disgrace

"Is there any place where Heaven's bastard daughters are welcome?"

Rating: Mature to Explicit [for future sexual content and graphic depictions of violence]. Pairing[s]: Satoru + Sundari || Nadja + Sukuna Warning[s]: Smut [obv], graphic depictions of violence, major character death[s], as well as some toxic relationship elements. Spoilers for the manga, so if you only watched the anime, turn back. Summary: In the aftermath of Satoru Gojo's sealing, Sundari must choose rebellion in order to free him. Lucky for them both, rebellion has always been her preferred modus operandi.

🪧 Be Advised: This is the sequel to Beast of No Nation. It's recommended that you read that fic first to get the context of this one.

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𓃰 Chapter Two: Chrysalis

     Silence follows Yuji’s body going still. Yuta seems to wait, his gaze steady and somber. The cursed apparition, Rika, hovers around him protectively, as if it too is waiting for something.

     Nadja sees the fury building in Sundari and shakes her head. Something isn’t right. Yuta reaches for Yuji, places his hand on the wound on the boy’s chest. That seems to douse the flame of Sundari’s anger, and Yuta heals Yuji’s wound, breathing a sigh of relief when the other boy gasps back to life.

     “What the hell, Okkotsu?!” Naoya cries from his position on the ground, struggling and in pain to crawl to a position that doesn’t send sharp electrical pulses of pain down both his legs. Nadja pays him no mind.

     “Sorry for the theatrics,” Yuta said, “but I had a binding vow to fulfill. You all need to come with me.”

     Sundari helps Yuji to his feet, frowning at Yuta, who finally gets a good look at her now that they aren’t attacking one another. He’s startled, but not shocked.

     “You know,” Nadja said in a low voice. Yuta’s brows go up, but then he looks away guiltily.

     “Gojo-sensei told me about her,” Yuta says, reluctant to say much more. “We’ve got to get to Jujutsu Tech. Yuki’s waiting for us. Tengen-sama has requested an audience with you all and time is of the essence.”

     Nadja has lived long enough to know that she can ask her questions later. When Megumi and Yuji poise themselves to interrogate Yuta further, she stops them.

     “If the school has not yet been compromised, we’d be safest there and we can plan our next moves more carefully. And likely Tengen will have answers.”

     If they’re willing to fucking share them. Nadja thinks bitterly. She is one of the few who understands the nature of divine secrecy and discretion. Tengen likely won’t be much help, but at least they’ll be able to access the resources of the school. With the higher ups thinking Yuji has been executed, it’ll be easier to move about. Of course, that begs the question…

     “Yuta,” Nadja says and meets the boy’s gaze. “Who are they sending to kill Sundari and I?”

     Yuta swallows. “I…I wasn’t given that information. It’s likely they hoped I could handle both of you after executing Itadori. He was the priority target. But…I think the truth is they don’t have anyone strong enough to handle Sukuna’s daughter.”

     “His what?!” Naoya cries incredulously. Yuta reluctantly heals him, and he gets to his feet, marching toward Sundari and pointing an accusatory finger.

     “You,” he spits contemptuously, and then spits to the side. “You are an an abomination. Okkotsu, I am willing to overlook your  transgression but we can’t suffer this one to live.”

     “Oh yeah?” Sundari says, garnet eyes flaring dangerously. “Wanna try your hand, Zenin? If you promise not to scream, I’ll skin you alive real quick like.”

     Naoya is about to retort, raising his hand as if to strike her—

     “Enough!” Nadja snaps, reluctantly saving the man’s life. “None of you will be killing each other today. Zenin, if you want to tuck your tail and run crying to your family or the higher ups, do so now. Otherwise you will accompany us to Jujutsu Tech as a prisoner. Choose.”

     There was not a word spoken as Naoya glared at all of the assembled faces. Sundari’s face was one of pure, naked challenge, her fangs bared, all four eyes glimmering with a malevolence that made the fine hairs on his arms stand on end. This has to be same presence of Sukuna. He has a duty to report this transgression, but pride demands he not turn tail. Still, Nadja and Sundari outclass him together, and Yuta has chosen his side.

     Naoya chooses to run.

     “Your daughter’s really scary,” Yuji whispers to Nadja who fixes him with a look. He shrugs, smiling helplessly. Nadja cannot fault him. Sundari has a foreboding and formidable presence reminiscent of her father when she’s focused. It seems helpful when she’s in her right mind. But Nadja knows what Sundari is capable of, and the fear of becoming like Sukuna is not entirely unfounded.

     Nadja thinks of her mandate, and shudders. If she leaves, she prolongs the inevitable. If she fails, then the wheel will just spin again with her strapped to it until everything is dust and her soul is ground to bits beneath its ceaseless turning. Fuck, she has never hated her job more than now. And as futile as she knows it to be, she knows she cannot ask why she must be the one to carry out this mandate. This should have been Toji’s job, and Maki is still not at the potential to do what needs to be done.

     And Nadja is the only one of them with an indestructible body. At least…at least until the job is done.

     “Mom?” Sundari’s voice cuts through her thoughts and she looks up at her daughter, whose gaze is questioning. Nadja can’t help it, and she suddenly understands the things about mothers she used to find so silly. Sundari has been a woman grown for centuries, though appearances have left her at a green 24 or so. But to Nadja, she will always see the little girl with four arms and strange tattoos, toddling after her as Nadja enjoyed a rare chapter of respite in her long life. Sundari doesn’t know it, but raising her was one of the few great joys in Nadja’s life.

     “Nothing,” Nadja says with a smile. “Let’s keep moving. Naoya is no threat to us currently, and we’ll be much safer with Tengen. There’s rules to entering their realm.”

     As it stands, the way to Jujutsu Tech is clear. It has only been a handful of days since Tokyo fell into disarray following the unleashed cursed spirits upon the city. As they pass through Tengen’s barriers onto the campus, a veritable weight feels lifted from their shoulders. The school seems unchanged and unharmed, and the horrors of the past few days feel far away. The outskirts of Tokyo seem almost cartoonishly idyllic in comparison to the chaos of the city proper.

     “You’d think everything hasn’t gone tits up,” Sundari remarks as she takes in Jujutsu Tech’s campus. Most of the temples are facades, used for little more than meeting rooms, excess storage, and empty living quarters. The short-staffing of jujutsu sorcerers is very palpable, especially in the after of the Shibuya Incident. The idyllic quiet suddenly feels like the silence of a grave.

     The walk to the Tomb of the Star Corridor is an easy one if confusing. No one speaks on the journey, too weary to say much. It’s only when they reach the bottom most layer that they are met with another familiar face: Yuki Tsukumo. She spots them, turning to wave as if the world as they know it hasn’t come to a stuttering halt. She gives the group a once-over, eyes sparkling with interest when they settle on Sundari. Yuki takes in the markings, the four eyes, the sinister reverb of her cursed energy. Sundari regards her as well, her expression unreadable.

     “Well, it’s good you all made it in one piece,” Yuki says, “I was beginning to worry I might have to help fix things alone with Okkotsu, here. Come on, Tengen’s expecting us.”

     Nadja doesn’t miss the brittle way Tengen’s name leaves Yuki’s mouth. Even now, twelve years later, the consequences of Toji’s actions have sent spiderweb cracks into every aspect of jujutsu society, derailing whole destinies, ruining whole lives. Nadja wonders if that’s what her markers saw so long ago when they cast her out into the darkness of time, aimed for Sukuna’s heart. And her daughter? What divine purpose does Sundari serve that she must now end her life?

     The will of the gods are incomprehensible and Nadja finds herself losing her patience with their mysterious mandates and agendas. What’s worse is she has no others with whom she can compare notes. If any others like her exist they are siloed…or they’ve completed their assignments and have been Recalled.

     Nadja shudders to think of the possibility. She can kill Yuji and Sukuna and be done, but she does not want the boy’s blood on her hands.

     She is tired of children dying. And Sukuna is holding the boy hostage until he regains his full power, this much she knows. As they pass the doorway into Tengen’s domain proper, Sundari makes a choked sound.

     “What is this?” She demands. “This…this is…this feels like…”

     “My apologies,” a new voice says from ahead, and they look up to see Tengen, who looks nothing like anything they’ve ever seen. “I had to suppress your cursed energy in this place. It’s so much like your father’s, you see.”

     Sundari makes a sound of protest. “Unseal me, you fuc—”

     “Sundari,” Nadja’s voice cuts off her daughter’s rising ire. “Just breathe. You’re still fine, but Tengen’s barriers are for hiding and it requires more cursed energy to hide someone as powerful as you and your father.”

     Sundari takes a deep breath, then huffs in annoyance, looking sullen. Nadja regards Tengen thoughtfully. She’s never met the immortal sorcerer, and she finds it ironic that she hasn’t. However, Sukuna told her about them, thinking she was like Tengen when first they met.

     “Daughter of Heaven,” Tengen greets and to everyone’s surprise, executes a formal bow of their head in respect to Nadja. Nadja hesitates, but returns the bow.

     “I did not think I’d see one of your kind here, but I suppose it’s not a surprise. Things have become decidedly more unexpected as of late. Tsukomo has been keeping me abreast of things out in the world.”

     Nadja sucks her teeth. “Yes, it seems jujutsu society is on the brink of collapse because of some hubris and mistakes made. Why did you summon us?”

     Tengen is silent for a moment, and it’s difficult to read anything on the strange, alien face: six eyes, all glowing with an awful light, an awful awareness. Nadja gets the distinct feeling that Tengen is thinking on how to answer the question, and then they speak.

     “I will tell you all that I can but in exchange, I ask that at least two of you remain here in order to guard the Tomb of the Star.”

     There’s an uprising of protests, but Nadja cuts them off.

     “Done.” She says currently. “Choso and Yuki can stay.”

     “Do I get a say?!” Yuki demands and Nadja shoots her a sidelong glance. The woman smirks and then sighs in resignation.

     “Fine, fine,” she says. “Alright, cutie, I guess it’s you and me.” She winks at Choso, whose cheeks bloom with color as he looks away from her.

     Their conditions satisfied, Tengen continues.

     “The being currently known as Geto Suguru has enacted what he is calling the Culling Game. As you know, he recently awakened several sorcerers, some incarnated, others simply adjusted to be able to use jujutsu. He will force these sorcerers into a contest of strength and skill. As of now, several barriers have been erected on the island, and entering them automatically assigns you a role as a player if you meet the requirements.”

     “So what?” Sundari demands. “Where’s the thing wearing the Geto-suit? That’s who we need to stop, right? Point me to where he is and I’ll tear him apart. Easy day.”

     Nadja snorts. “If it is indeed Noritoshi Kamo, then like as not he already has contingencies in place if any of us kill him. What we need to do is free Satoru.”

     Tengen holds up a hand. “That was my next bit of information. There is a way to free Gojo Satoru…but it will require a lot of power.”

     “And we don’t even know where the Prison Realm is,” Yuji says. Tengen turns their gaze to him.

     “You do not need to know where it is,” Tengen explains. “There are two ways to open the Prison Realm: either the holder must release it, or…” Tengen holds up their other hand, producing a cube the color of flesh. On one of its faces, an incision that appears to have been stitched.

     “You can open the backdoor.”

     They all stare at the ugly cube, its grotesque stitching, the way it looks so much less menacing than the multi-eyed cube Geto had been spotted carrying. Sundari’s eyes burn with something Nadja cannot name, and she wishes she could perceive cursed energy the way sorcerers do. But even with her restriction, it’s not hard to tell that Sundari’s power is straining against Tengen’s barrier suppression. Everything in her screams to tear the box open, to rip out the stitches and free the man that took her heart with him when he was sealed away. Everything in her body language and posture screams savehimsavehimsavehimsavehim.

“So…we just undo the stitches?” Yuji asks. Megumi frowns.

     “It’s a cursed object,” Megumi says. “Which means there’s some sort of powerful technique keeping Gojo-sensei sealed, right? We need something that can disrupt or release the technique so he can get out.”

     “Well, Hikmat-sensei’s blades do that, right?” Yuji asks. Nadja snaps her fingers.

     “They do,” she agrees. “They are made of the same technique that imbued the Inverted Spear of Heaven.”

     Till this day she curses herself for not asking Satoru what he did with the damn thing. Like as not he destroyed it, which is no easy feat. Nearly impossible, in fact. She guesses he must have sealed it somewhere.

     “If you’re speaking of that sword on your back,” Tengen says, “it may not be enough, and may risk destroying the backdoor.”

     “Isn’t that the point?” Sundari asks sourly. “Give us some concrete answers, we don’t have all goddamn day.”

     There’s a collective hiss of disapproval but Sundari snorts.

     “I’ve had it with the runaround and the spooky mystery. Tell us how to crack this fucking thing or I’ll go enter the Culling Game, kill everyone, and make Geto do it after I beat seven shades of shit out of him.”

     Nadja wants to reach out to her but is surprised when Yuji places a hand on Sundari’s arm. It’s a reassuring gesture and Sundari looks at Yuji sharply. She takes in his face, the closed set of eyes reminding her of her own. A burden he chose to carry, and she wonders if her father is alert and watching this exchange. She sighs.

     “Sorry,” she mutters. “It’s been a rough few days.”

     “Still,” Yuki says, “she’s right. We don’t have a lot of time, and your answers aren’t really complete.”

     “Sukuna’s daughter can open the backdoor,” Tengen says. “Her technique could render the Prison Realm powerless and allow Gojo a chance to escape. Your…lineage provides you with the ability to meet the conditions required to break its seal.”

     Sundari blinks. “Purification? Wouldn’t that destroy it too?”

     Tengen shakes their head. “No, your technique…you drain cursed energy, correct? This would render the backdoor inert.”

     Sundari swallows, doesn’t dare look hopeful, but Yuji gives her a desperate look and she can’t bear to start doubting her own power, now. She was once worshipped as a goddess, after all. She nods at Tengen, and they hand over the backdoor which she takes, swallowing bile as the texture becomes more real to her: human flesh. All that remains of the monk Genshin.

     “We should probably let him out in an open space,” she murmurs, not trusting her voice. Yuji nods, and Megumi tugs his sleeve to get his attention. The two boys wander off and it’s clear Megumi has something urgent that needs saying. Nadja can hear them clearly, however, her senses honed with precision.

     “We need to enter the Culling Games,” Megumi says to Yuji, who stares with wide eyes. “Tsumiki is already trapped in one of the barriers, and we need to get in there and get her out.”

     Yuji, ever ready to help, nods. “But what about the others? Won’t it be easier with their help?”

     Megumi hesitates, Nadja watches the boy shuffle uneasily on his feet.

     “Yeah, but we can’t count on them to make this a priority, Itadori,” Megumi says, and then there’s color in his cheeks as he looks away from the other boy’s face. “You’re the only one I trust to help me with this.”

     Yuji’s face looks torn between pride and compassion: pride that Megumi trusts him so deeply, and compassion because he knows that Tsumiki is the most important person in Megumi’s world. There are few who hold that honor. Yuji is secretly hoping he numbers amongst them one day.

     “We’ll get her back,” Yuji says. “But we might need help. Hikmat-sensei will help us if we ask her, I just know it.”

     Nadja fights a smile at Yuji’s boundless optimism. She has a feeling Sukuna is throwing up at the sight of it. Megumi looks reluctant, but Yuji makes a pleading face, and he relents with an exasperated sigh. The two boys turn as Yuji bounds up to Nadja, a look of pride and satisfaction on his face.

     “Hikmat-sensei!” He greets. “We need your help with a mission!”

     Nadja smirks. “Finding Fushiguro’s sister, correct?”

     Yuji looks shocked and a little guilty but Nadja’s smirk melts into a warm, motherly smile.

     “Well…yes!” Yuji says and Fushiguro crosses his arms, refusing to meet Nadja’s gaze. She wants to help Sundari unseal Gojo, but she figures they have enough powerful sorcerers to fight a battle on two fronts. Aside, what Fushiguro suggests sounds like espionage and extraction, two things Nadja has excelled at for centuries. And someone needs to keep an eye on Yuji lest Sukuna take a chance to come out.

     “Alright,” she says. “We’ll get a hot a meal and a good night’s sleep, and then we get the lay of the land and figure out how to approach. We still don’t quite know much about this Culling Game. Let’s learn all we can. Jumping in half-cocked is how Shibuya became a disaster. I’d rather us go in armed with all the information we can gather and be prepared for whatever awaits us.”

     She fixes both boys with a shrewd look.

     “Is that agreeable, Fushiguro? We will get your sister back, but we have to be as ready as we can be.”

     Over the course of several days, the group regains their strength and resolve. Being on the campus and hidden by Tengen’s barriers, it becomes easier to rest and train without worrying about curses lurking in every shadow. Sundari watches her companions train, sitting with the ugly backdoor of the Prison Realm and staring at it. She wishes she had Satoru’s eyes to be able to see exactly how the cursed energy of this awful object flows and works to seal the occupant, but she must rely only on her instincts. If she does too much, she can destroy it, but if she does too little, the Prison Realm will remain closed.

     It’s after a week when Tengen admits entry of new faces within the realm, and Nadja, Yuji, Megumi, and Yuta are pleasantly surprised when they see Maki standing whole and hale before them. She is scarred from head to toe, but there is a steel in her gaze that makes Nadja swell with pride. Sharp. She’s almost there…like a butterfly twitching and struggling out of its chrysalis, Nadja can see Maki is already twice as strong as she was when they entered Shibuya.

     The other familiar face is Shoko.

     “Shoko,” Yuji suddenly remembers. “Did Nanamin survive?” He looks so hopeful Nadja hopes the news is favorable. She doesn’t think she can bear to see the boy hurt anymore.

     “He did,” Shoko says, taking in their group with an unreadable expression. “But he’s still in a coma. His injuries were far greater than…” She sees the look on Yuji’s face and pauses. “He’s stable, but recovery will be a long and difficult road for him. I’ve done what I can to ease the worst of it.”

     That seems to satisfy Yuji, and he nods, relieved that there was something good that came from that horrible night. No one else notices it, but Nadja sees how Megumi hovers near Yuji like a true shadow, sees his hand drift toward the other boy’s, a brush of their pinkies, a fleeting moment of comfort and solidarity. Yuji looks at Megumi and there is a fondness there that transcends words. It is enough.

     “Shoko,” Nadja says. “I suppose Yaga’s not on the premises either.”

     “Not with his execution order still active,” Shoko says and pulls out a cigarette. Tengen looks a little nonplussed but says nothing.

     “What about Panda?” Yuji asks. “And Inumaki-kun?”

     Shoko nods. “They’re fine too. The good thing about this is the higher ups are only blaming Yaga, Gojo, and…” She gestures to Nadja and Sundari. “But there’s other news too…concerning you, Megumi.”

     Maki smirks thinly but it doesn’t reach her eyes. The butterfly gets some of its legs free.

     The next several minutes are a series of revelations. For one: Megumi has been named the next head of the Zenin Clan. Naobito’s dying words apparently.

     For two: Naoya did in fact reach the Clan and is now no doubt plotting to circumvent this decree and kill Megumi.

     “Oh, Fushiguro you gotta let me tag along for this one,” Sundari says. “I’ve been wanting to pull that little cockroach’s eyelids off since he opened his fool mouth just so he is forced to watch me beat his ass.”

     It’s safe to say Sundari hates this man.

     “I’ll go,” Maki says cooly. “I’ve some things I need to get from the Zenin Estate that’ll help us in the battles to come.” She smirks, and there’s something almost coy about it. “With your permission, Clan Leader.”

     Megumi shrugs. “Sure, whatever. Lock up when you’re done?”

     Nadja is ancient and she is a killer, and she knows the look of a woman who has decided to kill. The humanity is drained from Maki’s eyes, and there is a calmness in its place.

     The butterfly frees one chrysalis-slick wing.

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That last ask wasn’t meant to be accusatory whatsoever Good to get this cleared up. That person did actually share things that had been privately expressed over dms but it’s been talked over now so it’s all good. Just sucked seeing stuff being spread that wasn’t true but whatever. It gave me a good laugh seeing claims that I wasn’t a fan and all that came with it. The whole spy thing is what I remembered seeing and wanted to get the story straight. Apologies for the misconception. You really don’t strike me as someone who would send spies out.

Yeah, it was a tough spot to be in during that time. Both as a fan and what’s left of the band. It’s open to interpretation and it’s really not fun reading loads of false bs about the band. As time goes on it’ll all unfold. From what I’ve heard, Van’s doing fine but I’m sure you want to hear it from himself. Nothing I’ll ever say will be sufficient till the man himself comes out of his cave.

I figured you’re not fishing for info and definitely didn’t mean it that way either. I’ll send you a chat when I’m free sometime in the coming days. Not that big of a deal honestly. Sometimes fans don’t want to be involved and that’s fine. That’s why I asked! Hope you’re having a lovely morning/afternoon/evening whenever you’re reading this! - 🌴

That’s okay, my purpose for this blog is purely to have fun, talk about the lads and the music, share memories, daft observations and my silly stories etc. It would be easy to be gloomy in this fandom with the prolonged silence but it’s nice that we’re all positive here and have a laugh.

Obviously as huge catb fans we’re all curious about Van’s next moves but I don’t dig for info and I’m sure he’ll let us know himself when the time’s right and if he wants to. I have people send me allsorts of stuff from time to time, I have no idea what’s true and what isn’t but I always try to be respectful to the lads and wouldn’t share anything that seems too personal/private. My inbox is always open if anyone wants to chat. Quite happy for you to message me.

I have a few asks about all this I won’t post as I hate drama and try to avoid it at all costs (in Van’s words I’m dead peaceful lol) but I see you and I hear you lovely anons ❤️ xxx

[foolforharrry]

Cactus Mug - Harry Styles Oneshot

Summary: After being away from each other for so long while Harry is on tour, y/n finally decides to go surprise Harry.

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Harry has been on tour for months now. Waking up to a cold bed alone every day is something he’s made known he absolutely despises. As much as he loves performing in front of his fans every night, touring can get lonely. And some days are harder than others.

Today has been one of those days.

The first thing I did when I opened my eyes was to check my phone for a text message from Harry. 

And like almost every single morning, there it was. The notification bubble with his contact name in.

H: Missing you extra tonight. I can’t wait to finally kiss you and have you in my arms again. This house doesn’t really feel like a home without you. So I might have tried out that new recipe you sent me the other day. The mushroom risotto. Not sure where I went wrong, but it didn’t taste very good. So you’ll have to show me how to make it when you get here. Only one more week, yeah? Goodnight, my love.

Reading it, all I could think about was the disappointed frown he must’ve had on his face when he realised that he had messed up the food. Knowing him, he would have eaten as much of it as he could stomach.

It was then I decided to call my boss and ask her if there was any chance that I could work from home. I wasn’t 100% sure if she would grant it, but she must’ve heard the desperation in my voice and decided to show me mercy. 

Before Harry, I’d never seen myself as someone who would be able to be in a long-distance relationship. In the past when situations where a relationship would’ve become long distance, I was always the one to end it, not being able to stand being away from the person for that long.

But with Harry it was different. With him, it’s worth it.

That doesn’t mean I’m not counting down the days until we can be together again from the minute he leaves.

Which is why I didn’t think the flight through enough and ended up having to sprint through the airport to make it to my gate in order to not miss my flight, knowing I definitely forgot to pack something I’m going to need but it’s too late to worry about that now.

The second I’m squeezed between a teenage girl and a middle-aged man on the plane at 12:05 pm, I fish my phone out of my pocket again with hands shaky from excitement and nerves. Both over seeing Harry again and the sneaky element of flying to him without him knowing I am.

Me: Morning, Angel. I’ve got a really busy day at work today, so I’m sorry if I don’t get back to you before late. And of course, I’ll teach you how to make it (what would you do without me?). I love you higher than the sky xx

I’m hoping he won’t ask me any questions about what I’m going to be so busy with since I’m a horrible liar, especially under stress. 

My prayers are answered when his reply comes almost immediately. The text message attached to a photo of his sleep-puffed face with his eyes closed, pink lips puckered and his hair wild and curly from sleep.

H: Sending all my love and kisses to you baby. Good luck with your day. If you’re not too tired when you get home, we could facetime? I miss your voice so much.

Me: It’ll be nice to see your face again. I miss it.

H: If you miss it too much you can always just look at your lock screen, you know.

Me: Yes. This solves all of my problems! Bye now, my love.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling like a psychopath as I type out one last text message and attach a photo I know will hurt his ego a bit before I set my phone to flight mode.

There hasn’t gone a week since the photo was taken where I haven’t reminded him of its existence. If I can’t share it with anyone else, I’m gonna share it with him.

It was taken almost a year ago in the hotel room we were staying in. Harry had demanded that I take a photo of him with his new cactus mug. The mug was adorable and literally looked like a cactus. He had been posing by the sofa when he forgot that tea is hot. The sip of tea he’d just taken had been sent flying everywhere as well as all the tea that was still inside the mug. 

I thank the lucky stars every day for live photos.

While he had been panicking about burning his tongue, he had ended up dropping the mug to the floor. Something he says he’s still upset over.

So last week, when I saw a mug almost identical to the one he broke, I had to buy it for him. It’s safely tucked in my bag. My favourite hoodie of Harry’s is wrapped around it to keep it from breaking. Hopefully.

“You need to put your seatbelt on, miss.”

The polite voice snaps me out of my thought, turning my head to look at the flight attendant. It takes me a second to comprehend, what she says, but when I do I thank her quickly, offering her a small smile before fastening my seatbelt.

When I’m secured, I plug my wired AirPods in, and try my best to get comfortable for the six-hour flight ahead of me

-

I’ve never really been a fan of flying. 

The idea of being crammed in a metal box with a bunch of strangers high up in the clouds for a longer period of time just never appealed to me. Especially not with the occasional screaming baby.

But this might have been one of the least uncomfortable flights I’ve ever taken.

Sleeping for most of it might have a lot to do with it, but oh well.

I’m not gonna lie and say that it wasn’t a relief to finally exit the plane and stand in a building that doesn’t lift off the ground either.

However, that relief doesn’t even get close to the feeling when I finally lay eyes on my final destination.

When the driver finally stops the car, I’m quick to pay before I’m hauling myself and my bag out of the cab while thanking him over my shoulder. He drives off immediately, leaving me alone in front of the house I’m starting to think is empty.

The lights are all turned off and Harry’s car isn’t parked in its usual spot. He only ever parks it in the garage when he’s leaving LA.

A bit defeated, I take my keychain out of the outer pocket of my bag as I step up the few stairs leading to the front door. Finally, after fiddling with it for way too long, I find the right key.

Like I thought, the house is empty. There is no music playing anywhere. The TV is off and there is no sign of life as I drop my bag by the staircase. 

Still, just the faint smell of him feels like a warm, much-needed hug.

Not wanting to spoil the surprise, but also wanting to know what he’s up to, I get my phone out of my back pocket and dial Harry’s number on my way up the stairs to the second floor.

He picks up before I’ve reached the top.

“Hi, love.”, Harry’s voice has a smile forming on my face within seconds.

I stop in my tracks, willing my heart to slow down again half convinced he’s able to hear it through the phone from how hard it’s beating. Even after all this time, just hearing his voice makes my stomach fill with butterflies. “Hi, baby. I only have a second. But i wanted to hear your voice. what are you up to?”

That’s a good lie, right? 

“I’m on my way to the shop right now. I was craving grapes. Are you ok, though? You sound a little out of breath.” 

“I just ran up the stairs.” Not a complete lie. “But anyways. I have to go again.”

“Already?”, he asks, his voice sounding sad. 

“I’m sorry, my love.” I genuinely am. “But hey. We’ll see each other so soon, yeah? Can’t wait to see you.”

He hums, “One more week.”

After saying goodbye, I hang up, doing some quick calculations in my head that I do have time to shower the icky feeling of flying off me before he gets back home from the store if I’m fast.

Not wasting any time, I speed walk to our bedroom, making a beeline for Harry’s side of the closet so I can grab one of his hoodies. I settle on a pastel yellow one with a big kawaii drawing of a pug on the front before shuffling to grab a pair of grey sweatpants and some underwear from my own side of the closet.

Since I’m not entirely sure exactly how much time I have before Harry is going to be back home, I decide against music. I can’t let myself get carried away and take too long.

But before I strip out of my clothes and hop in the shower, I run downstairs, pull the cactus mug out of my bag and set it on top of the kitchen island next to the plain black one with a used tea bag that was already left there.

Just in case.

As much as I love our home in New York, it just hasn’t felt the same while he’s been away. The only mess in the apartment was made by me and me alone.

And I’m not gonna lie and say that I haven’t missed the way Harry always leaves a mess behind throughout the week. Whether that be a towel on the floor or a heap of clothes left slung over a chair. Or the way he would vow to get better at tidying up after himself every Sunday only to never follow through on it.

So seeing all the different products and stuff scattered all over the dark grey bathroom countertops brings me a sense of peace I didn’t know that I needed.

I make quick work of my shower, even turning the water off while washing my hair and body to force myself to be more efficient. But even with that, I wasn’t fast enough.

While in the process of pulling the soft hoodie over my head, my breath gets caught in my throat when I hear footsteps just outside the bathroom door.

They’re very quiet. Almost as if the person is trying to keep themselves from anyone hearing them. I wouldn’t even have caught them if it weren’t for the fact that I didn’t close the door all the way.

“Fuck.”, I curse, scrambling to loop my arms through the sleeves just as the door swings open fully to reveal a sight that has me torn between whether to laugh or cry from pure happiness.

Harry is holding a frying pan up in defence, clutching it with both hands as if his life depends on it. And I can’t decide whether he looks terrified or surprised.

I clear my throat, not even caring about the whole plan I had been ruined. “You just gonna stand there, Rapunzel?”

One second later and he’s dropped the frying pan, the sound of it clattering to the ground echoes around the bathroom. But I don’t get to even look at it for more than just a moment before I’m engulfed in one of the tightest hugs I’ve ever gotten.

Harry’s arms go around my waist, burying his face in my neck when I hug him back. I have to stand on my tippy toes to loop my arms around his neck, feeling my eyes start to well up with tears. It’s only now that I’m back in his arms, feeling his chest move with every breath he takes and the puffs of air fanning out over the soft skin of my neck with each exhale.

He’s so freaking warm too. Not just physically. But just the feel of being close enough to smell his cologne and the faint remnants of his body wash makes a warmth spread through my whole body. It’s like taking a sip of hot tea when you’re freezing cold. The heat slowly expanded from my heart to my fingertips.

It feels like home.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”, Harry mumbles, forcing a choked chuckle from me as I hug him tighter. “I can always go back to New York if you don’t want me here.”, I joke without meaning it one bit. You’d have to knock me out and drag me along the floor for me to leave.

Pulling back enough to look me in the eye, Harry takes my face in his hands, “If you even think about leaving me alone again, I’m going to follow you. And then when I’ve caught you. I’m gonna throw tomatoes at you.”

The more he speaks, the more he squishes my cheeks, making my words partly slurred which only makes it that much harder to keep a straight face. “What if I want you to throw tomatoes at me?”

He tilts his head to the side with a chuckle, dimples indenting his cheeks. His green eyes look like they’re sparkling from the way the light reflects in them and blush has painted his cheeks pink.

“You’re fucking impossible, you know.”, he breathes out with a laugh.

I run my fingers through his hair, getting distracted momentarily by how soft his curls are. “You still love me, right?”

Instead of answering me with words, Harry ducks down, pressing his lips against mine in a way that has me losing my breath as my eyelids fall shut.

The way he kisses me turns me into putty in his arms. Both from how gently his hands hold my face to how soft his lips are as he mumbles ‘I love you' against my lips between kisses until I’m giggling too much to kiss him back and he just starts peppering kisses all over my face.

I tug lightly on his hair to get pull his face back a bit when I hear a sniffle, frowning when I see his eyes watery with unshed tears. the tip of his nose is a bit red and his lips turned into a pout.

It’s when I ask him what’s wrong, a single tear starts rolling down his cheek quickly followed by another.

Harry blinks rapidly, looking up at the ceiling as he sniffles again but doesn’t tell me why he’s crying.

Wiping his tears away with my thumbs, I kiss his moist cheek tenderly, toying with the curls at the nape of his neck. “Tell me what’s wrong, Angel.”

“I just missed you.”, Harry sniffles. “They’re happy tears though.”

“I missed you too.”, I admit. Whispering it to him as if I haven’t told him that I miss him every day we’ve been apart.

“Now really. How are you here, baby?”, Harry asks seriously, sliding his hands from my face down my neck. “I thought you couldn’t get away from work for another week.”

“Well.”, I start, already feeling my cheeks heat up, “Asking your boss very nicely with a drop of desperation seems to work wonders.”

Harry smirks, “Desperation huh?” Even his chest puffs in pride.

“I had to give you your belated birthday present.”, I explain to him, feeling giddy as I remember the genius purchase I made.

“My birthday is in February, love.”

I roll my eyes at him, grabbing his hand before dragging him with me. Careful to step over the pan he dropped.

“Where are we going?”, Harry asks. He still laces our fingers together, giving my hand a squeeze. It might as well have been my heart he had his hand wrapped around with the jump it made at the gesture.

“To get you your present.”

-

[mysteryshoptls]

Friendship Level Up Lines

Below are the friendship level up lines from the newly implemented Guest Room function in-game.

HEARTSLABYUL

Riddle

Your guest room is quite lovely. I'll return again soon with a small token of my appreciation for you.

Max Level: Being a Dorm Leader means that I am constantly busy, but… I cannot ignore your hospitality. Next time I have time available, I shall come visit.

Ace

Looks like a pretty snazzy room, but I bet you've just swept all the trash under the furniture! ...I'm kidding, I'm not gonna go look for any, so don't kick me out!

Max Level: Hey, can I put something in this guest room, too? I bet I’ll be coming around a lot more often, and it’s a pretty big room, so I can have a little space, right?

Deuce

I feel bad you're always inviting me over. I'd offer to have you come over to my place, but because I'm in a shared dorm room it's not that easy to.

Max Level: The other day, I saw something that’d be perfect for this guest room in the school shop, so I’ll get it. Hey, don’t worry about it, we’re buds, right?

Cater

Thanks for the great time! If you ever want to invite me back over, I'll definitely come. I'm sure the guest room will look even more amazing next time I come, right?

Max Level: Maybe I’ll try making some furniture with you next time. The style you got going right now’s pretty rockin’, but we do a collab, maybe you’ll end up even more attached to Cay-kun. What if, right? ♪

Trey

At first, when you said you wanted to extend your hospitality to me, I thought to myself, "what are they scheming?", but... Haha, you're always full of surprises.

Max Level: I need to give you proper thanks for always inviting me. …Eh? Hey, it’ll be troublesome if you ask for that much. Do me a favor and don’t expect too much, okay?

SAVANACLAW

Leona

I don't like being constantly disturbed. So in that sense, this place is perfect and quiet.

Max Level: I don’t mind coming by this guest room once in a while. Make sure you have a place to nap and some food ready for me.

Jack

I mean, I'm pretty busy with my studies and training, but... Hey, wait, I didn't said I wouldn't come! It would be rude to not show up when you've invited me.

Max Level: Oh yeah, why don’t we put a cactus in your room, too? It’s not that hard to take care of, and you’ll end up enjoying raising it.

Ruggie

You wanna know if I'll come back again? Hey, 's long as it's free, I'll come anytime! And hey, if I get some snacks out of coming here too, that'd be even better. Shishishi.

Max Level: I gotta make sure to thank ya for always invitin’ me. Oh right, let me know if any of your furniture breaks. Not sayin’ I’ll do it for free, but I can give you a friend’s discount to fix it.

OCTAVINELLE

Azul

Thanks to your efforts, I was able to spend quite the worthwhile time here. ...If it pleases you, do not hesitate to invite me back.

Max Level: I dislike being in debt to anyone. Next time, I shall play host to you. I’ve already scheduled it. I cannot wait to see your surprised look.

Jade

It seems I cannot help but stay longer than intended here in Ramshackle. I do hope I am not disturbing you.

Max Level: Thank you for everything. Your hospitality is pleasant and appreciated. Perhaps I could receive some guidance in these matters sometime? Of course, you’ll be fully compensated

Floyd

Hey, make a chair just for me. One that's round, but also sharp; that makes a statement, but is also subtle. Thaaaanks~

Max Level: I feel like I’m one of your regulars here, huh. It’s kinda rare for me to be able to hang in one place for so long without gettin’ bored. Keep it up, I’m counting on ya.

SCARABIA

Kalim

Can I come again sometime? Thanks! You should come visit my dorm sometime, too. Me and Jamil'll totally treat you well!

Max Level: Thanks, as always! I wanna give you something in return, so I’ll send some jewels and clothes over to Ramshackle soon! …Eh, you don’t need it? Then, what do you want?

Jamil

I'm usually on the hosting end of these kind of things, but it's not that bad to be a guest for once. If you'd like, invite me again sometime.

Max Level: When I’m in this room, I feel so at home. May I come again? I thought it’d be nice to spend some quality time talking with you sometime. Of course, I’ll definitely bring a gift with me when I come.

POMEFIORE

Vil

When I'm with you, time just seems to fly by so quickly. It may be because I am so absorbed in our conversations. You've successfully kept me engaged, well done.

Max Level: Do you fully grasp just how much of a sin it is to monopolize my precious time like this? If a fan were to hear of this, they may faint from shock… Fufu. That is fun to imagine.

Epel

It's kinda calming to spend time in this room. It's dangerous, though, 'cause I might get so relaxed that I let my real words slip out... But I still want to come over anyway!

Max Level: This place is so awesome with how I can spread out and relax! Thanks for everything. I’m gonna make sure you can have just as much fun over at my place, so you need to come over next time.

Rook

All this time I get to spend with you is filled with new discoveries, it is absolutely spectacular! May I come visit again?

Max Level: You are a dangerous one. Time and time again, I feel as though my innermost thoughts may come spilling out. Oh, this delightful feeling of tension… Beauté! I shall come visit again.

IGNIHYDE

Idia

Y-You've got some ulterior motive for being so nice to me, don't you? Honestly, I'd feel more relaxed if you'd say that you did...

Max Level: When you first said you wanted me to come to your guest room, I thought you were being forced to on a dare or something, but… Guess I was wrong. Uh, well… I’ll come again. Yeah.

Ortho

Your room is such a mysterious wonder. It makes me want to come back over and over again. I'd like to solve this enigma, so please call me over again!

Max Level: I want to help you with setting up your room, too! Let me know the next time you’re redecorating, if you need anything heavy moved. I’ll change into a heavy-lifting attachment!

DIASOMNIA

Malleus

I cannot believe that there would be someone out there who would invite me like this... Wait. I wasn't barging in uninvited, was I?

Max Level: I suppose it’s not a bad feeling at all to have such gentle hospitality like this. Right now, I am in a fantastic mood. Fufufu, if you have any favor you wish to ask of me, now may be the time to do so.

Silver

I haven't had much opportunities to visit another person's home. If I do anything discourteous, I shall remedy my actions. So please, welcome be back again sometime.

Max Level: Thanks to you, I have been able to thoroughly enjoy myself.  I am still figuring out how I could possibly relay these feelings of gratitude.

Sebek

From the way you keep trying to talk to me, I can see that you've nothing to do. I'll allow you to join me for training, then! ...Why are you declining...?

Max Level: I’ve gotten used to listening to you ramble on. From now on, you’re free to call on me whenever you want. …I can’t promise that I’ll always listen though, you understand?

Lilia

This place is filled with things that pique my curiosity. Of course, that includes you. Kufufu.

Max Level: I cannot believe I’ve gotten to this age, and I’m still making new friends that I can confide in. Kufufu, it’s a blessing to be able to live this long. Keep up the good work!

Grim

Nyahaha, yeah, yeah! I told you, good things happen when you're under my wing. Here, I'll give you a bite of my tuna! ...Just one bite, okay?

Max Level: Hey, look! I dusted the guest room for you. You’re always working so hard, so I gotta help ya out once in a while. Did it make you happy? Hey, did it?

Crowley

I don't quite mind being so beloved by my students. I shall whole-heartedly accept your adoration, so please, keep it up for as much as your heart desires.

Max Level: I cannot just let you host and not return the favor. After all, I am so bountiful in my generosity! Please come by my office sometime. I shall treat you in grand fashion!

Crewel

Have you come to ask me questions again? Your eagerness to learn is a good trait. We professors have an obligation to help resolve our students' quandaries, after all. You should take full advantage of my knowledge to help you improve yourself, pup.

Max Level: You strive to understand that which you do not understand, and you have the resolve to ask questions without shirking away... ...A pup like you is truly worth having as a student. I look forward to seeing your future prospects.

Rollo

I have no recollection of ever accepting such gracious hospitality… How dubious. You would do well to tell me honestly of whatever nefarious plans you may have. What, you have none? …If that is true, then this is even more troublesome.

Max Level: I cannot help but pity you for residing in a place such as this while unable to use magic. If you find you cannot suffer these wicked mages, you should come to me. I shall gladly lambast them.

Fellow

Can't believe you're trying to be friends with me, after going through that harrowing experience. You're a little too soft-hearted, ain'tcha? Not gonna be my fault if you get taken for a ride again, fwahahahahaha!

Max Level: Whew, you sure got me at a loss! How is it you're such a little charmer? Hmm? Sure, I'm pretty good at that sort of stuff too, but you're definitely not bad at your attempts to bond.