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UTYVERSARY - Day 1 & 2
Prompts: Missing Poster (day 1) and Best Friends (day 2) Click for better quality
Fun fact: This was the first draft for day 1, however I scrapped it cuz I misread the prompt and thought it said WANTED poster instead of missing, it's based off this post which I could not get out of my head... it has so much au material...
Tried to make it they're all looking at Clover and mocking them cuz that was the vibes I got when I saw the post, so Clover uhhhh stabbed Starlo's wanted poster in the head cuz he's annoying (´â˝`ĘâĄĆŞ)
#Was originally going to have Ceroba holding a wine bottle but nah.... sunflower :3#trying to catch up with utyversary so I'm ganna be merging the days#i hope people notice the little details I put in my art i get all giddy and happy when they do hihihihihihi#utyversary#undertale yellow#undertale yellow fanart#undertale yellow starlo#undertale yellow ceroba#undertale yellow spoilers#uty#uty fanart#uty starlo#uty ceroba#uty moray#uty mooch#uty ed#uty ace#fiesty five#starlo#ceroba#ceroba ketsukane#LM art#artists on tumblr
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i forgot to post this on here as well
i love you baby but it;s starlo serenading dalv
#undertale yellow#undertale yellow dalv#undertale yellow starlo#uty#dalv uty#uty dalv#fiesty five#corn yaoi#dalv x starlo#starlo x dalv#animatic
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#frisk#clover#asgore#toriel#papyrus#undyne#alphys#mettaton#sans#martlet#starlo#ceroba#dalv#axis#fiesty five#undertale#undertale yellow#undertale critical#undertale salt
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I finally finished it!!! my Undertale Yellow Underfell fic that ive been working on basically since the game came out <3 The fic is completely done, so you could read it all right now. excerpt from chapter 1 under the cut!
Clover opened their eyes slowly. The light above was far away and bright, and their entire body was sore. They sat up slowly, and in a sudden moment of clarity, their hand flew to their head.
It was still there. Their brand new hat, that they got just yesterday. Further inventory checks revealed they still had the missing poster in their pocket, and the stolen gun by their hip.
They let out a breath of relief that they hadn't lost anything, before finally taking in their surroundings.
Clover was sitting in a soft pile of yellow flowers, and beyond them was a small cave. Never the fan of small spaces, Clover got up and started walking down the narrow tunnel.
The tunnel opened up quickly, thankfully. They wandered forward slowly, their footsteps echoing against the walls. âŚNo, that wasn't an echo.
Clover reached for their pistol, but before they could properly get it in their hands, a monster had already emerged from the other side of the cave.
She looked almost⌠no, they had to be imagining things. Either way, her presence had a way of calming them down.
She introduced herself as Toriel, and looked almost as surprised as Clover was.
âYou must've taken quite a fall,â she offered empathetically, walking towards them slowly as if approaching a wild animal. Well, their hand was still on their gun. âYou poor childâŚâ Once the distance was closed, she suddenly enveloped Clover in a hug.
They froze, caught off guard. It was unfamiliar, and yet, they felt like they'd been hugged like this dozens of times before. They felt like crying by the time Toriel pulled away.
âCome with me,â she offered, thankfully taking Clover's hand in hers. âLet me show you around the Ruins.â
She led the way out of the cave, and the next room opened up much further, finally shining light onto the purple concrete and red flowers that they walked around, favoring the grand stairs at either side of it.
They took the left staircase.
Toriel led the way through a couple puzzles- they all seemed relatively simple, up until the lever that Toriel told Clover to click refused to work.
âYou must've done it wrong,â Toriel suggested, so they tried a couple more times to the same non-result. âNo no no,â she said finally, patience wearing thin, âThat's the wrong one.â
Had they clicked the wrong one? Without thinking too hard on it, Clover moved to the other lever and pulled.
The floor disappeared under their feet, and suddenly again, they were falling-
Their head throbbed, Toriel was saying something but it was difficult to hear her over the heartbeat in their ears.
Slowly, so very slowly, Clover sat up, just in time to watch the poster slip down the cliff. They tried to chase after it, but the sudden movement made the pain in their head flair up, forcing them back down.
The poster was far out of sight by the time Clover finally made it to their feet. It was darker down here, especially as they wandered further away from the crack in the floor- ceiling?
As they walked through the darkened Ruins, suddenly, a flower popped up. Not only that, but a flower with a rather concerned face.
âAre you alright?â He asked.
Too confused to do much of anything else, Clover only nodded.
âYou look like you took quite a tumble! Don't worry, let me heal you.â
And suddenly, a soft warmth washed over them. Once it disappeared, they were left slightly colder, but the pounding in their head was gone. They stood up a little straighter.
âI'm Flowey!â The flower explained further. âIf⌠I can help you, by healing you. And getting you out of-â he gestured to the surrounding area with his leafs, âHere.â
Clover hesitated.
This flower certainly had to be a monster. But⌠of the two monsters they'd met thus far, both had offered to help them. Perhaps they were wrong to think them cruel? The idea was too heavy to think too much on now. Instead, they nodded again.
âYou don't talk much, do you?â Flowey asked with a tilt of his head- petals? Several of which were torn. âWhat's your name?â
âClover.â
âWell, Clover, let's get started! Just bring me with you, and I'll lead the way.â
#please read this i spent so much time on it please please please-#there are playlists to go with each chapter its so cool i promise !!!!!!!!!!#undertale yellow#underfell#underfell au#underfellow#uty#uty clover#uty flowey#uty dalv#uty martlet#uty starlo#fiesty five#feisty five#uty ceroba#ao3#my writing#uty fanfic#if this does decently okay and i feel inspired i might write a geno run
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what do you think of the fiesty five?
*Pops has never met them personally, but Dalv has said that they're all nice.*
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Talking with @thatsafuckeduptale about a UTY au/bad ending where Ceroba succeeds in taking Clover's soul to fuse with Kanako and we get a fucked up fmab style amalgam situation
Starlo is horrified and betrayed that his best friend did such a thing to innocent children. Kanako, whom he probably viewed as a nice, and his new human friend whom he had grown close to as well. He saw the tapes in the house like in pacifist, but he was just too late to get there and stop it from happening
Martlet is furious, Ceroba is inconsolable about the fact she's caused such suffering, to her own child no less, and now there's an unstable, dripping, shambling mass that's always in pain/on the verge of death but can't really die because there's like two human souls worth of determination in there. And Flowey can't reset either because he's not the one with the most DT in the underground anymore.
This is the "everyone is unhappy and fucked up forever" ending
#undertale yellow#undertale yellow spoilers#ut yellow#there might not be any truly ''happy endings'' in uty but this is the real bad end#the rest of the fiesty five are pissed too btw they also loved clover#martlet is broken and hopeless and might actually lash out at ceroba#ceroba might just fall down herself from all this#imagine. imagine starlo walking in to the lab hoping he's not too late#and hearing a broken mix of two children's voices like ''star... lo... uncle star....''#fucked up man.
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ITS FINALLY DONE
STARLO AND THE FIESTY 5 AT A TEXAS ROADHOUSE
#Ceroba is the one taking the picture btw#undertale#undertale yellow#uty north star#north star uty#starlo uty#uty starlo#starlo fanart#starlo#north star#fiesty 5#the feisty five#mooch#ed#moray#ace#UTY
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sketch dump time!! because iâm obsessed with drawing and drawing in red pen is fun plus new fandom lets go
#cat oc#ft. my persona like 3 times#lu four#linkeduniverse#i made Ace a rabbit bc of some fanart i saw of himâŚ#same with Ed actually#moray is giving me a midlife crisis#MORAY PLEASE#MORAY I SWEAR TO GOD#i might actually draw the fiesty five digitally soon#but first i need to figure out Mooch and Starli#Starlo#moray uty#uty mooch#uty ace#uty ed#uty moray#ace uty#mooch uty#ed uty#moray is gonna give me gray hairs#can you tell who i like most? LMAO#i commit favoritism for every fandom im in
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GUYSâ
OkayâŚ.oooookay Iâve discovered ANOTHER fandom Iâm gonna be brainrotting overâ*inhales* Undertale Yellow.
Iâve discovered THIS gem from Starloâs boss theme..and WOAH this game is looking awesome!!!! :0000
In factâŚIâm REALLY tempted to do this, but should I draw human forms of the Feisty Five? 030
(Orrrr if you want me to do headcanons for them too, then Iâd be happy to!!! ^^)
#undertale yellow#Undertale Starlo#Starlo#Feisty Five#Undertale Yellow Starlo#Undertale Yellow Feisty Five#undertale headcanons#undertale yellow headcanons#undertale yellow feisty five headcanons#fiesty five headcanons
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hi! i'm looking for a younger female fc, 18 to maybe 25 or so, who's blonde and has kind of gryffindor energy
đđđĄđĄđ¤ đŻđđĽ. đ 'đ đĄđđ đ đŠđ¤ đĽđĄđđŽ đ đđđ˘đ. ooh, okay. so like a fiery, spunky kind of vibe? absolutely, sounds like so much fun!
Apple Martin ( 2004, model, white/Jewish )
Camille Dhont ( 2001, musician with acting resources, white )
Chloe Rose Robertson ( 1994, actress, white )
Clara Galle ( 2002, actress, white )
Emily Alyn Lind ( 2002, actress, white )
Emma Myers ( 2002, actress, white )
Ester Exposito ( 2000, actress, white )
Go Won ( 2000, musician, Korean )
Isabel May ( 2000, actress, white )
Jemma Donovan ( 2000, actress, white )
Lila Moss ( 2002, model, white )
Shin Yuna ( 2003, musician, Korean )
Yu Ji-min ( 2000, musician, Korean )
#rpo#rpa#rpcha#rpcw#afch#fc resources#roleplay resources#rpg resources#rp resources#blonde fc#blonde fcs#vibe: bubbly#five nights at freddi's: mascot post#answered: fc help#vibe: fiesty#answered: anonymous#answered#hp mention cw#q
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CAN WE PLEASE HAVE A LION KING SIMBA WITH TIMON AND PUMBAA-ESQE DYNAMIC AU WITH THE FIESTY FIVE AND CLOVER? PLEASE IM ON MY HANDS AND KNEES SHAKING AND CRYING
#shoni speaks#PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE#POST PACIFIST AU WHERE CLOVER STAYS ALIVE AND LIVES WITH THEM AND LIVES A CAREFREE LIFE IN THE UNDERGROUND#AND EVENTUALLY GROWS UP TO TAKE STARLOS PLACE AS THE SHERIFF#undertale yellow#starlo uty#uty clover#the fiesty five
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WTF GUYS
#THEY LEFT THE WILD EAST AND THEY LEFT ME TRAPPED HERE WTF U GUYS#ceroba.... moray..... u 2 were gonna get me and martlet out of here wtf......#also get his ass lol#that fight was fun the fiesty five are cute#such fun mechanics
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PoPiPo animation for the UTY anniversary!! sorry this isnt much for something im so passionate in but yeah!
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#fanart#undertale yellow#dalv#starlo#uty#dalv uty#starlo uty#ceroba ketsukane#ceroba uty#martlet#martlet uty#clover#clover uty#animation#popipo#undertale yellow anniversary#basically everyone is in here#fiesty five#ace#mooch#moray#ed#dina#axis#axis uty#gaurdener#decibat#el bailador#chujin ketsukane#chujin uty
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GOJO SATORU: HUNGRY FOR MORE
⊠⧠Ë. serial killer!gojo x detective!reader: fucking the serial killer you're supposed to be arresting might be the best (or worst) decision you've ever made. PART 2 | NSFW
contents: fem!reader. porn with plot, dubcon, public sex (in an alley), p â> v, orgasm denial, fingering, he cums inside, unprotected sex, degradation, praise, lil' bit of dumbification, hair pulling, squirting, dirty talk, manipulation/coercion, mentions of murder (he's a serial killer what did u expect), non-sexual mentions/usage of guns, probably more. 3K words.
author's note: wrote this instead of writing my research paper and studying for my math final. if this flops i will actually become the serial killer /j. anywaysss tagging @satoruhour @screampied @satorena.. and yes, the "season 2 coming soon" in the banner means something ;)
âlooks like your little killing spreeâs gonna have to come to an end,â you muse, crossing your arms and cocking an eyebrow at the man across from you. he grins back at you, and itâs almost unsettlingâhe looks a little too smug for a killer whoâs just been caught.
âi donât think so, sweetheart,â the man responds dryly, leaning back against the alley wall, features relaxed and at ease. heâsatoru gojoâhas been your target for a couple weeks, and now that youâve finally cornered him, you find yourself feeling a little⌠unfulfilled. usually, when you caught criminals, they begged for mercy and showed a little more emotion than what satoruâs shown so far.Â
also, the criminals usually werenât this good-looking.
you maintain eye contact with satoru while you carefully reach into your coatâs pocket, withdrawing your phone and unlocking it. unexpectedly, satoru doesnât make any move to stop you from dialing the number to your boss, instead smiling coyly as you do so.
âso, youâre one of those guys who donât care what happens to them?â you ask, tilting your head as you hold the phone to your ear. satoru shrugs and his grin only widens the longer your phone rings. ten seconds pass before your phone tells you that the number you dialed is currently busy, and satoruâs muffled laughter becomes unbearably suspicious. you narrow your eyes and involuntarily take a step back. âwhatâs with the smile?â
satoru scoffs and dips his head, pushing himself off the wall and taking a step towards you. âyâknow, youâre rather brave, cominâ out to catch a serial killer all by yourself. and in the middle of the night, too.â he stops advancing when he sees you pull a gun out of your pocket and hold it up threateningly, a look of warning in your eyes. âokay, okay, relax. iâm not gonna do anything to your pretty face.â
âwhat did you do?â you ask suspiciously. satoru widens his eyes in mock disbelief, as if heâs completely and utterly shocked that youâd ever accuse him of anything.
âbesides the fifteen separate counts of murder? not much, really.â
âiâm not an idiot,â you snap, cocking the gun and aiming it at his head. âyouâre not the one in control here, satoru gojo. spit it out before i put a bullet through your skull.â
satoru laughs and holds his hands up in surrender. âfiesty, arenât we? itâs alright, i like my girls with a little fire in them.â he tilts his head to the side and looks you up and down, eyes lingering on parts of you that suddenly make you feel naked, despite the coat covering most of your figure. âput down the gun, sweetheart, then we can talk.â
you wait a second, scanning satoruâs overly relaxed face before cautiously lowering the gun. âwhat are you hiding?â you ask again, eyes hardening.
âa lot of things. but i think youâre talking about what i did to your boss, right?â
âyou have five seconds before i shoot you.â
satoru makes a face and then rolls his eyes dramatically. âfine, since youâre beinâ so pushy about it. i killed him, obviously. youâre a smart girl, shouldnât you have figured that out by now?â when you donât immediately answer, satoru sighs and shakes his head. âand here i thought that the girl whoâd been tailing me for the past week would have a little sense in that pretty head of hers. looks like i was wrong.â
âshut it,â you snap again, re-dialing the number and letting your phone ring for fifteen seconds. when nobody picks up, you internally curse and think about what to do next. dialing 911 would be worth a try, but the look in satoruâs ice-blue eyes makes you think otherwise. despite the gun in your hand, something about him makes you entirely certain that he could overpower you, even if you landed a shot on him. and even if you just shot him right now, heâs been shown in the past to be able to function fine with a bullet through his chest. thatâs how two of your subordinates lost their lives to himâby underestimating your cityâs notorious killer.
so you decide to bide your time.
âran out of options?â satoru asks smugly. he raises an eyebrow when you slide your phone back into your pocket and exhales a laugh. âyou gonna wait for a big, strong man to rescue you? âcause iâm right here, honey, and i could be your savior.â
âthat was actually the shittiest line iâve ever heard,â you scoff, rolling your eyes at the self-satisfied look on his face. âare you seriously proud of that one?â
âwell, it worked.â
he pushes himself off the alley wall and towards you so fast that you hardly even have time to process it, and before you know it, youâre the one pressed to a wall with a gun to the side of your head. satoruâs other hand grabs both your wrists and pins them above your head, and his face is close enough to the point where you can feel his breathâwhich is unexpectedly mintyâon your cheeks as he grins down at you. âyou really think iâd use a line as shitty as that if i didnât know itâd make you lower your guard? tch, you really shoulda known better.â
you use every curse word youâve ever heard in that moment and grit your teeth, rapidly thinking through all the possible ways you could get out of this situation, but nothing comes to mind. youâre quite literally stuck in between a rock and a hard place, with a gun pressed to your head and with your limbs out of commission.Â
satoru clicks his tongue and widens his eyes at you, leaning in closer. his lips are uncomfortably close to your own as he traces the gun down the side of your face, cold metal brushing against your heated skin. ânot gonna fight back? thatâs no fun.â
âthe fuck you want me to do?â you snap irritably, glaring up at him and curling your hands into fists. satoru tightens his grip on your wrists and cooes a sarcastic apology to you, taking his time looking you up and down again. if you didnât value your life, you probably wouldâve said worse, but seeing as you were the only person in this ridiculously isolated alley, it wouldnât be worth much.Â
âi dunno. didnât that detective academy or whatever teach you anything?â
you roll your eyes again, and somewhere in the back of your mind, you consider the possibility of your eyes getting permanently stuck in the back of your head just because of him. âyâknow, youâre not giving me a whole lot of options.â
satoru laughs. âif i did, thatâd defeat the whole purpose, wouldnât it?â
at this point, death would be preferable to hearing his idiot talk any longer.
âso, iâm gonna be the one asking the questions from now on,â satoru continues, clicking his tongue disapprovingly when you scowl. âif you behave, i wonât hurt you that badly, âkay? keep that in mind.â
âthought you liked your girls feisty.â
âoh, thatâs true,â satoru muses thoughtfully. âyeah, never mind, you can be a little bratty. i need a reason to fuck you stupid anyways,â he grins after a moment of consideration.
âwhat the fuck?â
âyou heard me, sweetheart,â satoru cooes, feeling his pants tighten as he watches your eyes widen. your âtoughâ demeanor drops for a split second, and satoru canât help but want to fuck it off again when it returns. your scowl deepens and you frantically think through all your options again, but there isnât a whole lot you can do at this point.
âif you wanna stay alive, youâll be a good girl and you wonât scream,â satoru murmurs, leaning in closer and pressing his lips to yours. you grit your teeth and try to shove him away with your shoulder, but it doesnât do much. satoru smiles against your lips and hums softly, pulling away with an almost affectionate look on his face. itâs so at odds with who he is and what heâs done that you drop your guard again, wanting to believe that he really will keep his promise not to hurt you.
satoru sees the shift in your features and smiles tenderly, all traces of his borderline-sadistic look gone. he studies your face for a moment and kisses the corner of your mouth, letting his lips linger for a second before he pulls away again. âiâm gonna let your hands go now, mâkay?â when he drops your wrists, they fall limply on his shoulders as you warily study him, eyes wide with confusion. itâs jarring, the way he just⌠changed personalities within the span of a couple seconds. âiâm not gonna hurt you, pretty,â he breathes, dropping the gun and letting it fall to the floor with a loud thwak. âthisâll be a lot more fun for me if you donât resist, yeah?â
oh, fuck it.
âokay,â you murmur, ignoring every siren going off in your head. you donât really have any other options, and honestly, nobody was going to walk by and get you out of this sticky situation anytime soon. and satoru was pretty attractive⌠and you could just arrest him afterwards, right?
as if he read your mind, satoru smiles and promises, âyou can handcuff me after iâm done with you. just let me have a little fun one last time, baby.â
yeah, itâd be a stupid decision to believe the sweet-talker towering over you. thereâs no way heâs just going to let you drag him off to jail, but thereâs a reason heâs stayed out of the grasp of the law for so long. itâs hard to live a life as on-the-edge as being a serial killer, but the reason satoruâs survived for this long is because he knows how to use his words. he knows how to make a person go against every warning in their head, and he knows how to get what he wants.
which, for tonight, includes you.
âyou have thirtyâno, twenty minutes,â you mumble, knowing damn well that this would be the end of your career as a detective. whether or not you dragged satoru in after all this, you could never continue your work knowing you had sex with the biggest serial killer in the city.
satoru laughs and kisses you again, lips trailing down your face and settling on your neck. âhavenât i already made it clear that iâm the one in control here?â he muses as he slips his hands under your coat and tugs it off. it falls to the cold ground and bunches up around your feet, leaving you in a button-up shirt and flowy, dark pants. âcâmon, letâs get these clothes off you.â
within a minute, the rest of your clothes save for a black lacy pair of undergarments join your coat on the floor, and the chilly nighttime air nips at your skin. âiâm cold,â you mumble, feeling yourself involuntarily tense up everywhere but where satoruâs hands cloak your skin. satoru laughs in response and presses his knee to the spot in between your thighs, and something in you snaps at the point of contact.Â
âyou really are an idiot, arenât ya,â satoru scoffs, hand sliding down to your waist. his fingers latch on the waistband of your panties and he tugs them down, exposing your already-wet pussy to the cold evening air and his eyes. âlettinâ a serial killer fuck you in a dark alley⌠what kind of detective does that?â satoru spits on two of his fingers and slips them inside you, instantly groaning when he feels you clench around him. âfuck, you gotta be the tightest pussy iâve felt in a while,â he mutters, white hair falling into his eyes as he looks down shamelessly. âdo you not have sex with other guys?â
âdonât have time,â you swallow what wouldâve been an embarrassingly loud moan as his fingers go deeper and deeper. how long are this manâs fucking fingers?
âaw, look at you, youâre so cute,â satoru cooes, smiling down at your scrunched up face. you look back at him through squinted eyes, hips starting to roll against his fingers. itâs trueâyou really havenât had time to have sex given your already-insane schedule. itâs almost like you spent more time tracking the man whoâs now knuckle-deep inside you than sleeping, but the slutty part of your head tells you that it paid off.
ââm gonna cum,â you whine pitifully, squirming around satoruâs fingers as he curls them inwards, making you clench around him even tighter. a shiver runs over your body, starting from in between your thighs and spreading all over you as satoruâs fingers move back and forth inside your soaking wet cunt. âg-gojoââ
âcall me satoru, baby, and youâre not cumming until i say you can.â with that, satoru withdraws his fingers from your pussy with a pop! and grins at the way you glare at him sullenly. he mockingly pouts and licks his drenched fingers clean, tongue lapping up your essence. âheh, donât worry, iâll make you cum more than you knew you could once youâre stuffed with my cock.â
although youâve determined satoruâs âpromisesâ to be dubious at best, he fufills this one after heâs spread your legs wide open and positioned his cock at your entrance. âthis might hurt, baby, but remember, no screaming.â after you nod in acknowledgement, satoru slips his tip in and watches, amused, as you try to close your legs on reflex. âuh uh, keep âem nice and wide fâme,â satoru tuts disapprovingly.
and true to his word, it hurtsâa dull ache spreads throughout your legs as his dick goes farther and farther inside you, reaching places you hadnât felt in a long time. satoruâs hands settle somewhere on your waist as he pushes himself deeper, ignoring your gasps and pleas for him to slow down a little. your shaky hands move to his hair and you unwittingly pull on it, somehow eliciting a soft groan from satoruâs lips, and somewhere in the back of your mind you think that of course a serial killer has a hair pulling kinkâit just makes sense.Â
âs-satoru, it wonât fit,â you whisper, feeling satoru hit an especially tight spot in your cunt. even with how wet you are, it just feels like you canât possibly take any more of himâhe might as well be ten feet inside you, given the pain in your hips. but, as expected, satoru only smiles tauntingly down at you and murmurs words of encouragement as he somehow pushes past the barrier and gets all the way in amid your pained whimpers.
âyeah, thatâs it, knew you could do it,â satoru says sweetly, voice coated with poisonous honey. now that heâs all the way in, the ache from your waist down starts to fade into pleasure, especially as satoru starts moving himself in and out to get you used to the feeling of his dick. âjust like that, pretty girl. jusâ like that.â
soon enough, he sets an unexpectedly harsh pace that makes your back arch off the cold, brick wall behind you, and even as satoru tries to keep up his âcool serial killerâ act, you can hear his quivering breaths as he gets close to cumming. âshit, i forgot how fuckinâ good it felt to fuck a cunt this tightââ he mutters through gritted teeth. ââm gonna cum inside, âkay?â
you nod breathlessly, chasing your own pleasure and not actually listening to the words satoru murmurs in your ear. at this point, it didnât matterâall your pathetic little head could think about was satoruâs dick, and somehow, you forget that heâs a killer when he cums inside you. itâs hot and thick and it almost knocks you overâwhen was the last time you felt this good, if ever?
the coil in your stomach snaps and you cum with him, nodding along to satoruâs praises on how well youâre taking him. you squirt all over his painfully hard dick and suck in a sharp breath as you do so, body trembling from the force of both of your orgasms.
âsee, that wasnât so bad, was it?â satoru murmurs when you both come down from your highs, stroking your hair almost tenderly. you bob your head in response, face warm and eyes unable to properly focus. he stuffs his fingers back inside your puffy cunt and scoops the cum dripping down your thighs back inside, mumbling something about not letting a single drop go to waste. âwho knew the pretty detective iâd had my eye on would be this good to me?â he cooes, grinning snarkily.
satoruâs earlier promise floats through your head and you force yourself to look him in the eye. ây-you said youâd let me arrest you after,â you breathe, back still pressed to the wall as satoru surveys you amusedly.
âoh, sweetheart, youâre in no condition to be giving orders,â satoru says condescendingly, pulling up his pants and grinning at you. his cheeks are still flushed red, but whether thatâs from the cold nighttime air or from the heated sex, you donât quite know. âwe should do this again sometime,â he continues conversationally as he picks up your coat for you. despite the fact that youâre still naked and trembling, satoru drapes your coat around your shoulders and helps you button it up.
âbut you saidââ you protest, but satoru cuts you off with a raised eyebrow.
âyou didnât seriously believe me, did you?â satoru tuts, shaking his head. âiâm a serial killer. iâm not gonna turn myself in just âcause of a detectiveâs pretty pussy, baby. you shouldâve known better, doll.â satoru wraps an arm around your limp shoulders and tugs you in for a kiss, lips pressing firmly against your own for a couple seconds before he pulls away with a satisfied smile.
he leaves you with a promise to see you soon.
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The Cat Chronicles
(Or five times Theodore Nott *accidentally* stole your cat)
Theodore Nott x reader
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1
The first time your cat went missing, you didnât think entirely too much of it. You knew many of the Hogwarts cats liked to gather behind the herbology greenhouse where a particularly plentiful patch of catnip grew. However, Gladys was never one to miss meal time, and when the time came to 30 minutes after her usual feeding time, you knew something was amiss. With a sigh, you made your way out to your common room where you saw Cho sitting by the fireplace with several other of your class mates.
âHas anyone seen Gladys wandering about? She missed feeding time and I havenât seen her much today,â you say as you approach the group.
âI havenât, sorry y/n. Weâll keep a look out for her though,â Cho tells you.
You let out a small sigh of disappointment.
âThanks Cho,â you say before heading out to wander the halls of the castle, hoping to find your elusive, black cat.
You start out by the greenhouse where you see a whole gaggle of cats, but none with the sleek black coat that identified your furry friend. You then walked around the grounds a bit more with no luck, before moving on to the kitchens where several of the house elves promised to keep an eye out for the small black cat. You even checked several empty class rooms before coming to a stop outside the library. It wouldnât hurt to check. Twenty minutes later, you were still completely out of luck. Tired and frustrated, you were about to call it a night when a loud chorus of voices turn down the hall. You look to see who it was and find a hoard of Slytherin boys making their way towards you. You recognized them of course, but didnât exactly know them. What you did know however, was the mop of black fur one of the taller boys in the back of the group was holding.
âGladys!â You exclaim, rushing towards the group of boys.
Their eyes all turn towards you and at the sound of her name, the fiesty black cat springs from the arms of the boy and runs towards you.
With a large grin of relief, you scoop the cat up into your arms, feeling her light purr as you scratch behind her ears. Feeling several pairs of eyes on you, you look up to see the group of boys still staring at you and your cat.
âUm, thanks, for finding my cat,â you say awkwardly, squeezing the cat to your chest lightly. The tall, brunette boy who had just been holding your cat only nods silently before turning and walking off, the rest of the group following, except one.
âHey, sorry about Theo. He means well, really. Man really likes cats, but doesnât have one of his own, so he sometimes makes friends with cats wandering the halls. Weâve all told him that he should probably stop, ah, borrowing, peopleâs cats, but he canât seem to resist. Names Enzo by the way,â the boy says with a friendly smile, extending his hand out.
You take his hand, shaking it cautiously before a smile creeps itâs way onto your face.
âThank you, Enzo.â You say, hesitating a moment before adding, âYou know, Gladys is a picky bitch. Theo must be a pretty okay person if she let him carry her around.â You tell him before disappearing with your cat.
2
The second time your cat went missing, you honestly didn't realize she was missing at all. Theo had found his way down to the kitchens about a week after the original cat incident. That's how he thought of it anyway. The kitchens were one of his favorite places to lurk as not many students knew of the secret entrance behind one particular painting of a fruit bowl. The real attraction that often drew the brunette boy to the hidden sanctuary however, was the constant stream of cats that often visited the house elves who happily offered up dishes of cream and other treats. Plopping himself down on the floor next to a particularly populated bowl of milk, Theo's eyes were immediately drawn to a familiar set of glowing yellow orbs.
"Hello there, Gladys," he said hesitantly, decently sure that was the name called out by the pretty Ravenclaw girl who had stolen the cat from him a few nights ago.
Well, stolen in this case was rather relative, as the cat was technically hers, he supposed. Hearing her name however, the little black cat pranced over, nuzzling her head affectionately against his leg with a soft purr. Picking the sweet creature up into his arms, Theo stroked her soft fur, thinking back to his encounter with her owner, a grimace reaching his face.
He had been a downright bloody idiot. That was for certain. Theo was not usually one to be rendered incompetent by the mere presence of a pretty girl. No. That was meant more for Enzo. Or even Draco sometimes. But never Theodore. In fact, Theo had quite the reputation for his tendency to sleep around which made the idea of his mind completely blanking at the sight of this cat's owner all the more embarrassing. Matteo had made fun of him ruthlessly later that night. What had he said again? Right. Absolutely nothing. Just nodded like a right dunce.
The only solace Theo had gotten from that night was when Enzo pulled him aside quietly and told him what the pretty girl from earlier had said about him. "He must be pretty okay." It was hardly a compliment, but after the fool he'd made of himself, it really was the best Theo could hope for. Shaking the thoughts from his mind, Theo once again focused on the little beast snuggling contentedly in his arms, carefully scratching behind the ears, a spot he'd found the cat quite liked.
The sound of the entrance painting swinging open startled Theo; and he honestly wasn't sure if he was elated, or absolutely mortified that the very girl who had been previously plaguing his thoughts was stepping through into the kitchens.
You honestly weren't entirely surprised to see the boy from a few nights ago sitting on the floor, cradling your cat, when you entered the kitchens. After Enzo had admitted to you that the handsome brunette had a soft spot for the castle's feline population, you figured it was only a matter of time until you bumped into him here considering it was a hot spot for the four legged beasts.
"Hello. See you've managed to find my cat again," you say, offering a small smile to the boy in front of you. After your encounter with that particular group of Slytherins, you did a bit of asking around, finding that Theodore Nott, while a bit known for his escapades with the female population, was actually one of the more talented wizards of your year. And one of the more level headed. (But in comparison to Draco and Matteo, you weren't exactly sure how much credit to give him there.)
The boy blinks up at you once before seeming to find his voice.
"She's a sweet little thing," he says finally, clearing his throat and looking anywhere but you.
You cautiously move forward, more worried about spooking the boy in front of you than the cats. Sitting down, you allow a pretty little Siamese kitten to wander into your lap. Gladys hisses with jealousy, but remains snuggled in the arms of the boy.
"She really seems to like you. Bit surprising. She's really not much of a people person," you tell him.
Theo nods at you, an action you found yourself growing familiar with.
"Enzo told me." He replies curtly.
You open your mouth to respond, but don't quite know how, so you let an awkward silence roll over the two of you.
"Well, I find that Gladys is a very good judge of character," you say finally.
Theo lets out a small smile at this, continuing to stroke your cat's soft fur. After that, the two of you fall into a comfortable silence with Theodore continuing to shower your cat with affection while you distract the many other felines, crowding the kitchen floor.
"Theo?" you wonder finally, the question burning away at you. The boy looks up, and you find yourself getting lost in the surprisingly soft brown eyes staring back at you. Breaking from the trance with a small shiver, you ask, "If you like cats so much, why don't you have one of your own?"
Theo's eyes immediately fall, and his hand freezes mid pet, much to Gladys' dismay. A pang of guilt washes through you.
"My father isn't much of an animal person," He replies stiffly.
You give him a small nod in response before rising from the floor.
"It's getting pretty late, I should get going," you say softly. "Gladys can find her way back to the tower on her own just fine," you add when you see Theo make no move to release the cat.
Without another word, you move to open the portrait door. You enter the hall with a small smile gracing your lips as you hear his voice quietly as the door closes.
"Thank you, y/n."
He knew your name.
3
The next time Theo met Gladys was much sooner than he expected. He had left the kitchens several hours ago and was now laying in bed. The clock sitting on his bed side now read 1am. The deafening silence was about to finally lull him to sleep when an insistent scratching at the door caused his eyes to fly open. Sitting up, Theo glanced at the door warily before finally deciding to cross the room to find out what was causing the noise.
As soon as the door opened, a black shadow darted through, making a beeline for his bed. How it seemed to know exactly where it was going, Theo had no clue. Making his way silently back to his bed, careful not to wake either of his roommates, Theo was finally able to make out the dark shape of an ever familiar black cat.
"Hi there, principessa," he whispered, gently stroking the cat's ears before crawling into the bed next to it. Gladys seemed to take this as an invitation to curl up in the nook of his arm, and Theo wasn't about to object. The last thought he remembered before drifting off was how nice it would be if Gladys' pretty owner was there too.
"Theo, what the fuck."
Theo woke with a start, to the loud voice of Lorenzo Berkshire ringing out above him. His eyes opened to see the other boy hovering over his bed, a look of shocked confusion apparent on his face.
"Is that y/n's cat?" he asks, leaning down as if to get a closer look at the fluff ball still snuggled in Theo's arms.
"No way," Matteo laughs from the other side of the room. "You stole her cat again? What, is this some sick and twisted new way for you to lure girls into your bed?"
Theo launches a pillow at Matteo's head. He doesn't miss.
"You better go return that thing before y/n starts to worry," Enzo advises, going back to his own side of the room. "And maybe just ask her out while you're at it hmm?" He adds, quickly ducking behind his fourposter before Theo has the chance to send another pillow flying his way.
With a heavy sigh, Theo comes to a stop outside of what he's pretty sure is the Ravenclaw common room. He's about to raise his hand to knock, when the golden eagle head mounted to the door springs to life.
"What gets broken, without being held?" The eagle asks, blinking at him slowly.
Right. Theo knew about this. The most annoying of the common room doors because instead of a password, the bloody door required you to answer a riddle. Theo was about to turn on his heel to leave when he felt a light presence behind him.
"Hello Theo. Hello Gladys." The platinum blonde haired girl said, giving the two of them an airy nod, before turning her attention to the door. "Would it perhaps be, a promise?" she asks.
The door swings open and Theo quickly hurries after the girl, making his way up the staircase. He'd never actually been inside the Ravenclaw common room, and his breath hitched when they reached the top of the stairs. The main room really was magnificent, nothing like the dark, eerie dungeons of the Slytherin common room. Theo eyed the shelves of books lining the wall longingly.
"Her room is just there, up and to the left," the blonde girl he'd followed in says, breaking him from his thoughts.
"Huh?"
"Y/n? Her room is just there," the girl repeats, gesturing to a door at the top of another small flight of stairs.
"Oh. thanks," Theo makes out, giving the girl a nod of gratitude.
"Name's Luna by the way. Luna Lovegood." She says whimsically before floating off.
With a deep inhale to calm his nerves, Theo makes his way up the stairs and knocks gently on the door. Gladys lets out a meow of protest. Absolutely nothing could have prepared Theo for what was on the other side of the door. He felt his throat go completely dry as the door swung open and you stood in front of him in what was probably the shortest, skimpiest set of clothing that could possibly be considered pajamas. Theo tried not to stare, he really did, but he was only a man. A very weak and smitten man.
"Oh! There you are Gladys. I wondered where you wandered off to last night!" you say looking at your cat and then back up at Theo, and then again at your cat before looking back up at Theo expectantly. "Um. May I have my cat back?"
Theo jolts back to life, realizing he'd been staring and looks at you sheepishly.
"Sorry, don't know how this little one found me. Snuck her way into the Slytherin common room and then into my dorm. Didn't want to leave her in the halls alone, so I let her stay the night," he tells you.
You stare at the boy in shock, realizing that was the longest string of words you'd ever heard out of him.
"Wow Theodore, I'm impressed. I think that's the most I've ever heard you talk. And here I was thinking you were secretly illiterate," you say with a playful grin.
"Please," the boy scoffs. "I'm the picture of eloquence."
Interested in where this sudden burst of confidence that you didn't normally see from him had come from, you take a step back, inviting him into your room. He hesitantly accepts your invitation, bringing Gladys along with him.
"No roommates?" he asks, perching on the edge of your bed as Gladys purrs softly on his lap. At the moment, you found nothing more attractive than this man absolutely pampering your beloved pet.
"Not many Ravenclaw girls in our year, we had the option to share, but most of us opted for solo rooms. Wanted the extra privacy, I suppose," you tell him, leaning on one of the posts at the end of your bed.
Theo nods his head at this.
"I have two roommates," he shares.
"One of them happen to be Enzo Berkshire?"
Theo nods again. "And Matteo. Riddle" he adds.
You cock your head at that with a grin.
"Interesting pairing," you comment, imagining the chaos those two must bring with them.
"It never gets boring," Theo responds.
A moment of silence passes.
"I was wondering if you wanted to study together sometime. I hear you're exceptionally talented at potions. And Charms. And everything really." Theo lets out finally.
You raise an eyebrow at the boy, internally screaming.
Trying to keep your cool, you tilt your head, "I hear you are too."
It's like a switch flips inside Theo.
"Well, we're obviously perfect for each other than," He replies easily, a cocky grin beginning to spread across his face. "Meet you in the library tomorrow at 7? And bring the cat."
You let out a laugh as Theo rises from the bed, gently placing Gladys down on the pillow, before going to make his way out of your dorm.
"You only like me for my cat," you joke, shifting to watch as he crosses the room to the door.
"Not just for your cat," he assures you, "I love the outfit, wear it for me more often, hmm?" he says slyly before the door thuds shut behind him.
You look down at your outfit, jaw dropping open and heat rushing to your cheeks.
4
Theo's head was pounding. Music pumped through the Slytherin common room and Theo could barely see through the crowds of people around him as he pushed his way to the circle of sofas occupied by his friends. Collapsing into a spot next to Matteo, the boy offered him another shot of who-knew-what which he quickly knocked back.
"When's that pretty little thing that's been occupying all your time gonna join us at one of our little gathering?" Matteo slurs out, gesturing to the large crowd around them.
Over the past several weeks, you and Theo had grown significantly closer; your first study date quickly becoming a daily occurrence as you found that you each were able to easily keep up with one another. Something about having a partner who was actually able to challenge you was exhilarating. From there, you found yourselves often seeking each other out simply for the sake of good company, Gladys largely increasing the number of these meetings.
"Don't know that Gladys would like it. Cat's aren't supposed to ingest alcohol," Theo responded, not quite drunk enough to fall for his friend's taunting.
Enzo places another shot in his hand, and Theo raises a brow at him, before knocking that one back as well.
"Did you ever ask y/n why in Salazar's name, she choose to name her cat Gladys?" Matteo asks. "If my name were Gladys, I'd being running off constantly too."
Theo thumps Matteo on the back of the head.
"You leave our cat out of this, she ain't do nothin wrong," he says, glaring at his friend.
"So now she's our cat is she?" Enzo asks, a smirk growing on his face. "Didn't know you and y/n were so serious."
"It's our cat damnit! If marrying y/n is what it takes to finally have a cat of my own, so be it," Theo says decidedly.
Enzo snorts at his clearly, very drunk friend. "Careful, or one might think you're only into her for her cat. And not the cunty kind."
Theo scowls at this. "Y/n says that all the time, but have you seen that ass? And the way she mopped the floor with Draco in potions the other day? She's perfect."
"Yeah? Why don't you go tell her that then?" Matteo says, wanting nothing more than to see a drunk Theo try to make his way to Ravenclaw Tower.
"You know what? I will. And I'll pet Gladys too." Theo states. A look of pure, intoxicated determination set on his face.
Lorenzo eyes his friend warily. While not exactly sober himself, he didnât particularly like the look his friend was giving them.
âAw câmon Enz, donât you try and be the voice of reason now,â Matteo drawls, sensing the hesitation coming from his friend. âDonât you want to meet the lil thing our beloved Theodore has been obsessing over for weeks now?â
âIâm not obsessing,â Theo snaps, taking a sip straight out of a random bottle heâd picked up from the table.
âLetâs go. Iâm gonna steal her cat. For real this time.â
With a wide grin, Matteo jumps up, ready to follow his friend wherever the night took him. With a low groan, Enzo followed suit, knowing that his pair of roommates would need some sort of guidance to prevent them from walking themselves straight of the edge of the astronomy tower.
You didnât have a lot of expectations for the quiet Friday night that you were spending curled up with a book and your cat. It was late, and after a long and stressful week, the time alone with Gladys was just what you needed to really recharge. You had spent most of your day lounging out on the lawn next to the Black Lake with Theodore, studying with and harassing the boy. A small smile crept onto your face, remembering the way his brown curls had floated about in the soft breeze.
You really hadnât expected for the two of you to become so close, so quickly, but you werenât complaining. Youâd grown quite fond of the boy, especially once he started opening up a bit more. Youâd initially thought that he was a man of very few words, but quickly learned he was in fact very sharp witted and even a bit snarky at times. Time spent with him had easily become your favorite part of the day and was something you were constantly looking forward to.
A sharp knock jolted you from your thoughts, causing you to jump a bit where you were sitting, Gladys letting out a yowl of protest.
You quickly cross the room and open the door to find a very miffed looking Cho, a frown imbedded on her face.
âSorry to bother, but could you please come get your boy under control? Heâs upsetting the portraits.â She says.
You blink once. Then again.
âSorry?â
âYour Slytherin fellow? Heâs out in the corridor with two of his friends harassing the door,â she explains, turning to lead you down the spiral staircase.
Youâre not even halfway down when you begin to hear the voices.
âWho in the bloody hell would want to be in Ravenclaw with this blast-ended skewt ass looking-â
âMatteo you canât curse out the door.â
âIâll curse at the bloody door if I want to bloody curse at it.â
You grimace, looking at Cho who looks back with a similarly displeased facial expression.
âSorry bout them. Iâll take it from here,â you tell her when you reach the bottom.
With a slight nod, she turns to retreat back up the stairs. With a sigh, you push the door open, almost taking out Matteo who had been leaning on it for support.
âHi amore, fancy seeing you here,â Theo slurs, a grin taking over his face at the sight of you.
Enzo leans against a pillar, face in hands, looking like he wanted to disappear. You could smell the alcohol on all of them.
âHi Theodore. Are you sober?â You ask, already knowing the answer.
âIâm moderately functional,â he replies with a lopsided smile.
âIâm taking that as a no,â you say, glancing worriedly at Matteo who was currently laying spread eagle on the floor. âLetâs get you boys back to your common room.â
âI wouldnât. Partyâs not gonna end any time soon. Theyâll just get more hammered and start wandering off again,â Enzo advises, head still in hands. âLike herding hippogriffs with those two.â
âAnd Theo hasnât proclaimed his undying love for y/n yet!â Matteo adds.
You feel heat rise to your cheeks and Theo glowers at his friend.
âItâs okay Theo, I know heâs drunk,â you say, not certain if you were saying it more to comfort him or yourself.
Theo ignores you however, turning his attention back to the door.
âLet us in, I just want to pet the cat,â he tells the door, swaying ever so slightly.
For Salazarâs sake. Man gets absolutely wasted and just wants to pet your cat. You go to grab onto Theo to steady him, but he has other plans. Immediately, he wraps his arms around you, nuzzling his face into your hair.
âHi,â he mumbles, picking you up just enough that your toes barely touch the ground. âI missed you. Can we see the cat now?â
Not knowing what else to do, you glance helplessly at Enzo.
âWould you be able to get Matteo up the stairs?â You ask.
âI can try. Heâs a stubborn bastard though.â
You turn back to the door, knocking once. The eagle once again moves to life, glaring at the scene in front of it.
âIf the day before yesterday was the 23rd, what is the day after tomorrow?â It asks crankily.
âWeâre too fucking wasted for this bloody bullshit,â Matteo moans from the floor.
You try to ignore Theoâs tight grasp on your waist and Enzo prodding at Matteo with his foot before answering. âThe 27th.â
The door swings open and you try your best to haul Theo through, Enzo following closely behind with a very disgruntled Matteo. Dragging the boys up the staircase feels like the most difficult task of your life as you constantly tell Matteo to lower his voice and mind his mouth while also trying to ignore the very minimal distance between yourself and Theodore. When you finally make it to the top, you rush to herd the boys into your room before slamming the door shut behind you with relief. Theo immediately stumbles over to your bed, collapsing face first in the middle and snatching Gladys into his arms.
âNo roommates?â Enzo asks, looking around the room and seeing the single empty bed that you had pushed into the corner at the beginning of the year.
âNo, thank Rowena. I would not want to have to explain whatever this is.â You reply, motioning to Theo and Matteo who was now wandering about the room.
âRoomâs a mess. Coulda at least cleaned up a bit,â he says, poking at the various books and blank scrolls lying about.
âHad I known I would be having guests at,â you glance at the clock, âalmost 2 in the morning, Iâm sure I would have.â You say dryly.
Retrieving your wand from your desk, you point it at the spare bed. âEngorgio.â The wooden frame creaks as it expands until it can comfortably fit 2 people. You look at Enzo.
âGood luck with that one,â you say, almost feeling sorry for the boy as Matteo flops onto the bed with a groan.
âLooks like youâre gonna need it more than me,â he replies, gesturing to Theo who was out cold, Gladys trapped and bug eyed in his grasp. With a sigh you and Enzo each resign yourselves to your respective charge.
âTheodore,â you whisper, giving the boy a light shove. No sign of life. You give him a slightly harder shove, allowing Gladys is wriggle out of her prison. Frowning, you sit down on the edge of the bed, using most of your body weight to shove Theo to one side of the bed before sliding under the covers. Now deeming it safe, Gladys hops back into the bed, nestling into your arms happily. Youâre about to close your eyes when you feel arms snaking around your waste, pulling you into the very warm chest of Theodore Nott. You freeze, holding your breath, not sure if the boy is asleep or not.
âGoodnight mi amore,â he whispers into your neck, causing the hairs to prickle.
Definitely not asleep.
âGoodnight Theodore.â
You hadnât had any expectations for the night really, but you definitely had not expected to have multiple overnight guests who were trying to steal your cat. And you most certainly did not expect to drift off in the arms of Theodore Nott.
5
The next morning you wake up missing the usual lump of fur weighing down on your chest. Immediately you bolt upright, eyes shooting around for any sign of your furry companion before the events of last night wash over you. Enzo and Matteo are both still out cold and when you look down, your jaw drops open. Theo is fast asleep, back facing you, Gladys snoozing contentedly while cradled in his arms. Even in his sleep this absolute tosser had managed to steal your damn cat.
Careful not to wake the boys, or Gladys, you silently sneak across the room and disappear out the door. Once youâre safely out of hearing distance, you make your way quickly down the kitchens. A little known fact about the Hogwarts house elves was that many had once served in the homes of different wizarding families at one time or another. This meant that many of the elves were all too familiar with the valuable hangover potion that you sought.
Ducking in through the portrait hole, it wasnât difficult to persuade the elves into handing over 3 glistening blue vials. You had always been kind to them, often chatting with them during your visits with the cats.
Your task complete, you made your way back to Ravenclaw tower, taking your time as you didnât expect the boys to be up any time soon. They really had been plastered. Not even Enzo had been completely sober you recalled.
Youâre just passing the entrance to the dungeons when a voice calls out.
âHey! You!â
Youâre ready to continue on your way before noticing that there was no one else in the corridor they could be referring to. You turn to see two girls you recognized as the Greengrass sisters hurrying towards you.
âSorry, didnât mean to startle you,â the shorter blonde girl says when they get closer. Youâre pretty sure that one is Astoria. âYouâre the girl Theo has been seeing right?â
You nod your head cautiously. You knew Theo had a reputation for getting around, so if thatâs what this was about, things were about to become quite awkward.
âYou havenât happened to see him or Matteo or Lorenzo, have you?â The other girl, Daphne, asks.
âDraco said he saw the three of them leave the party together last night, but no one saw them come back,â Astoria explains.
You feel yourself immediately relax. Good. At least this was something you could help with.
âYou two are lucky you found me then I suppose,â you tell them, gesturing for them to follow. âThe three of them tried breaking into Ravenclaw tower last night, so I let them crash in my dorm.â
âOh Salazar. Were they trying to steal your cat? Iâm so sorry. When Matteo gets drunk he has a tendency to try and egg Theo on,â Astoria frets.
You give the girls a strange look. âYou know about my cat?â You ask, surprised.
âOh sure,â Daphne replies. âWhole group does really. Boys came back one night going on about how Theo was just smitten with some Ravenclaw with a cute cat. And I can see why. Youâre gorgeous by the way.â
You blush at her statement, diverting the subject away.
âThe boys should probably still be asleep. I just ran down to the kitchens to get these,â you tell them, brandishing the potions you had gathered. âOnce theyâve downed these, theyâre all yours.â
Astoria eyes the potions with jealousy and you realize the two girls were probably decently hung over as well.
âOh you can keep Theo, we were really just looking to collect Enzo and Matt,â Daphne laughs, giving you a sly look. You open your mouth to reply, but stop realizing you had reached your common room door.
After a few attempts, youâre finally able to solve the blasted riddle and the door swings open.
âI donât think weâve ever had this many Slytherins in our common room before,â you joke, leading the girls up to your room.
Pushing the door open, youâre unsurprised to see the boys still passed out.
âThis must be the infamous Gladys,â Daphne whispers, quietly approaching Theo who was still clutching onto Gladys as if his life depended on it. Again youâre surprised that these girls apparently even knew the name of your cat.
The two coo at the sight of your cat, coming to the conclusion that she was indeed worthy of warranting cat theft before Astoria finally decided it was time for them to get the boys out of your hair. They migrated over to the other side of the room where Enzo and Matteo were sound asleep, leaving you to deal with Theo.
You decide the easiest route, may just be to lure Gladys away, so you fetch her food dish before accio-ing her kibble container. At the sound of her food, Gladys was up and running, darting over for her morning feast. At the sudden loss of fluffy heat, Theo groaned, rolling over, face down into the pillows. After giving Gladys her food, you move back to Theo, giving him a rough shake.
âCome back to bed principessa,â he grumbles, reaching out and flailing his arm in your general direction.
âItâs time to get up Theodore. Come on, I got you three hangover potions,â you say, waving one over his head.
âDid someone say hangover potion? Give,â Matteo demands from the other side of the room. You look over to see Daphne and Astoria sitting on the side of the bed while Matteo and Enzo were groggily waking up.
Pulling out her wand, Daphne gestured for you to toss her the potions which her magic catches easily, levitating the vials over to the other two boys. Matteo snatches one out of the air, quickly downing half before offering the other half to Astoria. Enzo does the same, giving the second half to Daphne who graciously accepts. After a moment, the four of them are looking much more awake.
âThanks for making sure these three didnât drown themselves in the lake,â Astoria says, once the potion had really kicked. âAnd sorry youâre not having more luck with that one. Heâs always been a late riser.â
âYouâll be lucky to get him up in the next hour,â Enzo agrees, rising from the bed. âThanks again y/n.â
The four of them shuffle out of your dorm, a chorus is thanks and apologies strung along until they reached the door. Even Matteo gave you a nod of gratitude. Once they were all gone, you collapse once more onto your bed.
âThey finally gone?â You hear Theo ask, as he rolls over to look at you. You nod, faces so close that your noses are practically touching and you can feel small puffs of air as he exhales. âThanks for last night. Iâm sorry for trying to steal your cat.â
You let out a snort at that. âDid you know when I woke up this morning, you had turned away from me completely, and stolen my cat away from me in your sleep?â You ask with a laugh.
Theo at least has the decency to look embarrassed as Gladys joins the two of you once more.
âI should do this more often,â Theo says finally, reaching out to stroke Gladysâs fur.
âWhat? Get downright plastered and break into my room, or steal my cat?â You scoff.
âSleep in your bed with you.â
You freeze, looking up to see if the boy was being serious. His eyes blink back at you unwavering.
âYou can come back any time,â you tell him, snuggling your way into his chest, ready to fall back asleep in the boyâs arms.
âWill Gladys be here?â
âOh my god, yes she will be here,â you say dramatically throwing your head back.
Theo grins down at you, leaning in and pressing his lips softly against yours.
âIâm only joking amore,â he says, pressing another kiss to the top of your nose.
âOf course Gladys would be here, she adores me.â
âGet out of my bed.â
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My biggest regret in life, is being highly allergic to cats </3
#harry potter fanfiction#harry potter#slytherin boys#slytherin#slytherin boys fanfiction#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#lorenzo berkshire#enzo berkshire#matteo riddle#theo nott x y/n#theodore nott x y/n#harry potter universe#theo nott x reader#theodore nott x reader#theo nott#theodore nott#theo nott fanfiction#hogwarts houses#ravenclaw reader#Theo loves cats
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FIESTY FIVE + CEROBA POV WHEN CLOVER WAS ON TV
I read Falling Out of Trouble by @shadeofsilentfire and it was hella good but I am not even exaggerating a little bit when I say I couldnât stop imagining this hours after reading this chapter, it was too silly to pass up (bonus doodle(?)/first frame under the cut since its hard to see)
#uty#undertale yellow#clover uty#uty clover#starlo#starlo uty#ceroba#ceroba uty#ut yellow#clover undertale yellow#undertale yellow clover#north star#north star uty#pedias art
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