#let's be real i saw someone asked me for writing advice and was blushing the rest of the day

[ayoharuko]

Hihi! I saw your post about Yu Yu Hakusho requests and was wondering, if you're not too bogged down already, and if you're still taking them if I might request one:

Could I ask for either Hiei or Kurama and what might happen when they realize they have feeling for a someone?

If not, no worries! I hope you have a great day either way!

Hello!! Thank you for requesting, sorry if I finished your request late but I hope you still enjoyed this regardless :)

Reader here is gender neutral(They/Them) and this will be in the form of headcanons, also I wanted to do both hope you don't mind huhuhu~

REMINDER: This character does not belong to me but belongs to Yoshihiro Togashi. This is all fictional work so please try not to take this too seriously :)

Hiei is...a little oblivious in all honesty, he probably thinks you did something to him....

But as soon as he shows how different he acts around you and the others notice this, they will confront Hiei about it.

Once they say his in love, the first thing his gonna in a lot of in denial.

Like how can he fall for a weak human?? Thats the question that runs through his brain all the time.

He thought that it was lust, like a sexual thing but he was wrong....his the definition of 'He fell first and fell harder'.

Once he realizes that he actually wants you to be his mate for life, he will never ever let you go.

He will do these little things that will show how he cares for you, and you might think its because y'all are friends but nooo, he never did those things to Kurama or the others now did he?

He wanted you to confess first but of course in the end this man is impatient soo he decided to confess first!

~ Went like this ~

''Go out with me mortal'' Hiei saids to you looking straight into your eyes ''W-What?'' You respond ''Did I stutter?'' He snarled and you just nod while blushing and thats how y'all because a couple!

Basically when Hiei realizes his in love, the first thing he'll do is be in denial, about how he could fall for a human.

Then he'll have a talk session with Kurama, probs asking for advice, waits for you to confess first(But gets impatient so in the end confesses first) and dropping barely noticeable hints.

Hiei having a crush is very much new to him, so do cut him some slack~

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Kurama having a crush is....interesting to say the least.

Now Kurama wouldn't care much for looks, the first thing is personality and how well you'll get along with his family.

But he'll be the type where 'You fell first but he fell harder' and when he does it hits him real hard.

Unlike Hiei there's no denial, its more like ''What am I feeling?''

When he asks his mom and tells her everything, he discovers that what he feeling was love....

Love for you? How unexpected.

At first he would try to push those feelings away since he doesn't want you to get involved in things that are none of your business.

Yoko at first also just wanted to use you for...somethings but soon fell hard for you just like Shuichi did.

I feel like the time when Shuichi confessed to you, Yoko was itching to take over Shuichi and just kiss hug you lol

He definitely confesses first, with the flowers and beneath a tree.

~ Went like this ~

''Are you be free this coming weekend?'' Kurama asked kissing your Backhand, you blushed and just nodded to his question due to being embarrassed. ''Hm..good, I would love to take you on a...date~'' Kurama said smiling tenderly at you but his cheeks have darken shades of pink. ''O-Oh...i..I'll see you then!'' You unintentionally yell, he just chuckles and kissed your backhand again.

When Kurama falls in love, as I stated above. He falls hard.

He will be the best boyfriend you'll ever have!(Not like you guys will break up)

Done~

Thanks for sending in this request :3, and I hope you liked this!

Also got carried away writing Kurama's 'Went like this' part lol

See you guys on my next post!~

Reblogs are appreciated and Feedback/Comments are always appreciated! :3

(Note: please don't copy and paste my works anywhere, and if you do see them on other platform please inform me.)

[definitelynotafurinasimp]

Ganyu sending an anonymous ask about romace to her crush's radio channel

characters: Ganyu x gn!reader

AU: Radio Host AU

warnings: none

a/n: This is one part of a request from @bluesandpiper and a bit longer than usual, since I really found myself enjoying writing this. Title do be kinda stinky, but I literally cannot think of anything else.

Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Ganyu

If there was one thing that helped Ganyu through her days of work more than anything, it was listening to the radio while writing her paperwork. It drowned out the silence perfectly while not being anywhere near as distracting as letting the TV play and hearing the same Host speak and joke around made her feel like she got to know them as if they were her roommate, something made even more likely considering they were.

The truth was that there was a much simpler reason why Ganyu enjoyed listening to the same channel each time: you. While it took the secretary quite a while to get comfortable with the thought that she *might* have fallen for her roommate, she would have to perform some great mental gymnastics to continue lying to herself about it. And while trying to keep composure around you could be difficult at times, listening to your voice gave her both the feeling of not being too far away from you while also sparing her of any potential embarrassment.

All of which was to say that Ganyu wasn’t exactly the best at expressing her feelings to you. It wasn’t like she didn’t try or want to, but most of the time her efforts were drastically platonized, as anxiety always found a way to make her chicken out. Or so it was, until Ganyu found just the opportunity to at least get it off her chest.

Your channel always let people send in anonymous mail asking for advice, and while it wasn’t used that frequently, the secretary managed to scrape together just enough resolve to send one in, asking for a piece of advice. Something quickly turning out to be for absolutely nothing, as Ganyu couldn’t bring herself to tune in to the channel afterwards.

As the door to your apartment creaked open that evening, Ganyu found herself immediately looking at you, watching you slide out of your shoes and jacket before making your way over to her, a slight skip in your step accompanied with a bright smile.

“Guess what?”, you began, leaving Ganyu no time to respond before continuing, “someone sent in an anonymous message asking for advice today! But you probably already know that, of course”, by the time you finished, you had already struck a proud pose, obviously happy that the thing you fought for this much was used once again.

“That’s great to hear. Sadly I didn’t find the time to listen in today”, she tried her best to sound as happy to you as possible without giving away her little secret, only to panic somewhat when she saw you smirking at her.

“That’s a shame, but I guess there’s nothing you could do, since work probably demanded most of your attention”, you responded in a compassionate tone, all the while the same smirk still found itself on your face, “say, would you mind if I took a look at your papers? I’m just kind of interested in seeing what kind of work you’re doing this time, it’s also completely fine for you to say ‘no’ of course, no pressure”, you added after looking over at the pile of paperwork, a curious look settling in on your face.

It took Ganyu a few seconds to make a decision, fearing that you were planning something, only to eventually acquiesce, not finding any real reason to say no.

“Would you mind if I were to ramble about work for a bit?”, she quickly gave you a nod, still too anxious to even open her mouth. “The letter I got today was cute, someone was asking me for ways to confess to their roommate who they have a crush on, my heart almost melted when I first looked at it, I’m sure you would feel the same way about it”, you told her, almost absent minded as you read through the boring paperwork, luckily not noticing the blush that had started to form on Ganyu’s cheeks, or at least willfully ignoring it.

“And what advice did you end up giving them?” she asked, nearly instantaneously feeling the urge to facepalm for showing her curiosity without even attempting to mask it.

“Great question, something you would have found out if you listened to the channel today”, you gave her a smirk, only for it to quickly shift into a genuine smile as you opened your mouth once again, “I’m feeling nice today, so I’ll tell you, but first it’s your turn: what would you recommend?”

While Ganyu had managed to magically keep at least some of her composure until now, it all came tumbling down as her face turned as red as a tomato, her fingers suddenly starting to fidget with one another as she carefully thought of an answer, feeling like responding the wrong thing would cause the end of the world.

“I- Maybe… they should just confe- I… don’t know”, Ganyu averted her eyes as she admitted defeat, only to look up once she heard an approving sound from you.

“Mhm, you’re absolutely right. Speaking of confessing:”, you quickly changed tone as you forced eye contact with her, “I love you Ganyu.”

For a few moments Ganyu was convinced that she started hearing things or had fallen asleep while finishing her paperwork, only to throw that thought away once she saw you stare at her with an expectant look.

“That way you who sent in the letter… right?”, you asked, even though your voice made it clear that you already knew the answer.

“H-How did you know?”, she managed to string together enough words to respond only for you to once again flash her a smile.

“Ganyu. We live together, I know your handwriting about as well the back of my hand, considering how many papers full of it are in this apartment”, you stated, trying your best to hold back a chuckle.

“Was that why you wanted to take a look at my paperwork?”, she asked, things finally starting to add up in her head, only for you to let out a short giggle.

“No, I knew it was yours the moment I opened it, it took me a lot to not scream out of excitement”, you half joked before continuing, “I really was just curious, that’s all.”

What followed was a period of silence as Ganyu tried to process everything. A smile sneaking its way onto her face without her even noticing, only for you to drag her back into the real world as you cleared your throat.

“I still need an answer, little miss Ganyu.”

[claire-elvisgirl]

FOREVER pt.1

Here we are...my first story! I hope you like it, make me know what you think and if you have some advices to

Word count: 1672

Summary: a normal evening becomes a dream.

Warning: nothing particular in this first chapter. Just a little of fluff and flirt.

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International Hotel, Las Vegas, 1970

You were at work, minding your own business. You have been working for Elvis Presley since 2 years and during that time you always saw him just as your boss. He probably didn’t even know your name. Your job was simple: you had to make sure that everything in his room was as he wanted. One day you were cleaning up his room, when suddenly you felt a strange presence behind you, like someone staring at you from afar and then you heard that low, tender voice.

“Well, well! How are ya, darlin'?”

You turned and there he was. Elvis Presley in person, your boss. You looked down embarrassed.

“Mr. Presley...you scared me...”.

He was so handsome you could have easily fell at his feet. He looked at you sweetly and caressed your cheek: “Ain't no need to be scared of me, sweetheart. I'm just here for a friendly visit, if that's alright with ya.”

You replied nervous: “Y- yes of course, do you need something? I haven’t finished here yet, but...” you asked embarrassed. “Not really, sweetheart. But that ain't the real reason I'm here. See, I need a woman's advice.”

A woman’s advice? From you? You were stunned. “Oh...well, ok. What's up?”. He turned his back on you and looked down: “Well, see, there's this gal and I think I might be lovin' her too much. I ain't just talkin' about a casual thing. I’m talkin' about a serious thing.”

You teased him. “Interesting...and you don't know how to tell her...am I right?”

“That’s right. I wish I could just talk to her and tell her how I feel. But I ain't got the courage. She's the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, but I don’t know why I’m scared. What should I do, sweetheart?”.

You thought about it for a while. “I think the better thing is telling her the truth, but you can surprise her with something first and see her reaction!”

He looked back at you: “A surprise? Ain't a bad idea, darlin'. But what kind of surprise? Got any ideas?”.

You thought for a moment about yourself: what would you want if you were that woman he was talking about?. “I'd start with something soft...like a note, or a flower...”.

He nodded smiling: “A note or a flower. Maybe I’ll try that. Maybe I’ll write her a little note or somethin' special. But, I don't know if I should give it to her or put it somewhere and let her find it. What do you think?”. You laughed: “No, you can't give it to her by yourself...she'd find out it's from you!”.

He nodded his head in agreement. “You right. You right. So, maybe I’ll just put it somewhere...and let her find it. Like in her desk or somewhere she might come across it. What do you think? Sounds like a better plan?”. You winked. He came close to you and stood looking at you from up to down. “I wanna thank you, for takin' time outta your day to help ol' Elvis. I mean that. And I hope I didn't take up too much of your time.” You smiled to him. He was so polite. You suddenly felt nervous: “D-don't worry sir, it's part of the job!”. You’ve been working for him for the last 2 years, but you never had a private conversation like the one you were having then. He looked you right in your eyes: “You one of my fans, sweetheart?” he asked getting close to you. You blushed a little: “Well I work for you, and yes...I've always been your fan.”

“You ever came to a concert before, sweetheart?”. You shook your head: “Never...”

“You never been to one of my concerts? How in the world you ain't never come to one of my concerts, sweetheart?”. You tried to explain: “Well, mr. Presley, when you're down on stage there's so much work to do up here...”. He looked at her smiling: “I think you need to come, sweetheart. That's what I think. And don't worry about the work here. Someone alse will take care of it for ya. Trust me. You got any free time this weekend? I was wonderin' if you wouldn't mind come seein' me in concert.”

You couldn’t believe your ears. “It would be great, but all the tickets are sold out...”.

He came closer. “That ain't a problem, sweetheart.” Then he put his arm around your waist and whispered in your ear: “Aint nothin' I can't fix.”. You felt your legs trembling.

“Well...ok then...thank you..”.

He was holding your cheek gently: “Ain't no need to thank me…” he looked at you, trying to catch your name. “Oh, y/n!”. “Y/n! Lovely name!” He kissed your cheek and walked away: “Well y/n, see you on Saturday then. I have to get back to work.”

You watched him going away and you felt a strange sensation. You tried to hold back all your thoughts when you realised you were soaking wet in your panties. “Fuck!” You changed and got back to work.

On Saturday night you were getting ready and you were looking for something to wear. Suddenly you saw a small note on your pillow. You took it and read it: "To my favourite girl in the whole world. I hope you have a wonderful night. Can't wait to see ya. Elvis". How could he possibly got to put it there? A note? You smiled and felt a weird feeling in your stomach, and you liked it. You DID like it! You got back to your closet and picked up a short red dress then you went down to the hotel showroom, where the concert would have take place.

Elvis was already on stage, waiting for you to arrive. He had a smile on his face and felt the adrenaline, but also a strange feeling about you. He was trying to concentrate, but couldn’t stop thinking about you. All of a sudden he saw you walking in, in that beautiful red dress. Your long hair and your smile made him shiver...he was lost in you and only you. You waved to him and smiled. He waved back enchanted, and started with the show, but he couldnt keep his eyes off of you. The exhibition was something stunning. The power that he put in every song left you speechless. While he was finishing the last song, he saw you standing up and clapping loud. He didn't stop singing but tried to reach to you with his look. When the song was over, he smiled and went down from the stage, heading to you. He put his arm around you and kissed your forehead: "Thanks for coming, darlin'". He whispered. He took your hand and put it on his chest.

"You wanna meet me backstage? I want to talk to you for a sec".

He whispered in your ear with a smile on his face. “I'll be there!” you replied full of joy. He winked at you and leave the stage. He was excited to see you and when you two met backstage he put his arm around your waist and looked in your eyes.

"Ya see, darlin', I gotta be honest with you..." the words just poured out of him as you were getting nervous. “I got a secret and I wanted to tell ya." he looked away for a moment: "Well, this ain't easy for me, sweetheart, ya see, but the secret is...I think I might be fallin' in love with ya”. Elvis looked back to you and waited nervously for your response. You looked at him, your mouth opened: “Are you serious?”.

He looked her deep in her eyes: "I'm 100% serious.". He looked happy and excited. "I mean, I don't really know what's going on, but I think I feel somethin'?". He got closer and smiled at you, while you felt his breath on your cheek. “I just hope ya ain't mad at me for feelin' this way!?" He looked more and more into your eyes, almost begging for your answer. “Of course not…” you answered.

He looked relieved to hear those words. "Well, I got another question for ya, y/n!” he grabbed both your hands and looked at you with a big smile. "I want ya to be my girlfriend. Whatcha say, darlin'?".

You were very pleased but scared at the same time. “Oh Elvis I...”.

His face showed a little shock, but he smiled quickly. "Oh, darlin', what's wrong? Ain't nothing to be scared of.". He squeezed your hands. "I was just kiddin' around, y/n. So, what's the answer? You'll be my girlfriend?". Elvis waited for your answer while still smiling at you. You nodded. Elvis smiled even wider, looked at you with those beautiful blue eyes and wrapped you in a sweet, deep hug. “Ain't you the cutest little thing?! And ya know something? From now on I’m gonna do my best to make ya happy, 'cause that's what lovers do, right?".

Elvis kissed your lips and kept the smile on his face. Then he kept on talking. "You know what, y/n? I don't feel like workin' anymore tonight. Wanna go back to Memphis with me?” He gave you a cheeky look and put his arm around your waist again. The pressure in your body was raising. The crowd was still looking at you. You took his hand: “Ok but you can't cancel the show...we'll leave after the concert! Ok?”.

He agreed. “OK, sweetheart, but I can't wait to have some time just for us.”

He kissed your cheek and your neck and winked at you. You took Elvis's airplane to Memphis. All the time he stared at you and smiled. You’re almost in Memphis when Elvis smiled big and put his arm around you. You couldn’t help but feel a weird butterflies sensation in your stomach. It must be normal, you thought. Finally you two arrived to Graceland. He looked at you and smiled. "Welcome home, sweetheart."

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[ha1taniwh0re]

Thank you William…

Y/n is daughter of the wealthy man, her father wanted to marry her to someone but she likes her best friend and boss William. William know that but want to let Y/n to tell him herself, but did he know that Y/n is that scared that she will go to her wedding and be sad married than tell him about her feelings.

Character: William James Moriarty

Fandom:Moriarty the Patriot

A/n: My friend gave me some advices about writing so im trying my best.<3

Pov/Third person/

Y/n was dancing in her dancing room. Dance is something Y/n loves. She dreams about being the best ballet dancer in England. Music was emotional so y/n started dancing like she was understanding the pain behind the song. She was really into that song that she didn’t see Liam standing on doorway watching her hard-work. After the song stoped she saw i mirror Liam and ran to hug him.

“Heyyy Liam how are you?”, she said.

“Im good Y/n and I can she you are good to”, he answered with his beautiful smile he has.

“Yes, Im good now but in 4 days i will be depressed”.

Liam knew that his best frends doesn’t want to marry man who has money. She wants real love. He could give her that but he thought that she will run away from her wedding. Will she?

3 days later…

Y/n was sitting in Moriarty’s living room, drinking her tea that Louis made her. William was getting shower so in the room were only Albert, Louis and Y/n.

“Why don’t you tell him what you feel, (nickname)?”, Alber asked you as he was drinking his wine.

“He is my best friend and my boss. He doesn’t look at me that way. I will be good Albert don’t worry”, she said as she was looking at her tea with sad smile.

“You know Y/n-chan William ni-san is sure that you won’t marry that man and you will run away from wedding”, Louis said with smile on his face.

As she wanted to say something William came into room with wet hair.

“Williaaammm you cant go with wet hair around the house”, Y/n said with worried face.

“Heh, im sorry Y/n-chan I didn’t want to make you wait more”, he said with that smile again.

With blush face you took towel and started drying his hair.

“Y/n when we need to be on wedding tomorrow?” Liam asked with smile, thinking that you will tell him now ther is no wedding.

“Well you three are my bridesmaids hahahaha so at 9 o’clock”. She said with smile.

Liam was in shock. He thought you won’t marry that man. He was jealous now. He acted like everything is okey and when she left he went crazy.

“She will marry that stupid man?! She can’t marry him! He isn’t good enough for her and she doesn’t even love him!!”

He said while walking left-right and everyone was looking at him laughing.

“WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING THIS IS SERIOUS!””

“William you need to calm down jealousy will eat you”, Albert told him while laughing.

Liam look at them with confusing face and than he had a plan. He told everyone the plan and they agreed. The love her, she is like little sister to everyone except Jack and Liam, for Jack you are like his granddaughter and for Liam you are the women who he loves.

Day of wedding…

You were in your dressing room in your wedding dress waiting for father to come for you. You were sad and Moriarty brothers saw that.

“It’s not kate for you to run away Y/n”, Louis said.

“No, if i don’t marry now I won’t marry than…” she said with sad face.

William gave Louis and Albert sign to start a plan. The left room leaving you two alone. William came closer to her, and than he pulled her by waist to kiss her.

POV/Y/n’s pov/

I was thinking about my life after I marry this man, but after one second William kissed me. It was something i was waiting for so long.

As we were kissing he put me on desk in room taking off my wedding dress.

“Liam what are you doing?” I asked him eith blushed face.

“Something that i needed to do long time ago”

As we were making out I haven’t saw Henry standing on doorway with Albert and Louis. Albert and Louis were smirking as they saw scene in front of them.

When you and Liam finished, you heard Albert.

“Ne ne William, why this on her best day”, he said with smirk on his face.

I turned around and saw three of them looking at me and William. I wanted to stand up but Liam pulled me back in his lap slamming his dick inside again.

“Ah, Liam”, I said and he pulled me to lay on his chest.

Henry was angry because of this as he wanted to go kill Liam, Bondo and Moran came to save him.

The wedding was canceled, everybody went home with story that Henry abused you and Moriarty brother saw that.

Tomorrow…

“WILLIAM JAMES MORIARTY!!!” I said as walked in there house angry.

“Someone is in trouble”, Albert teased.

I walked in the room where everybody were looking at William angry. He stood up and went to me with his smile.

“How could you-….” As i wanted to give him a lecture he kissed me.

I kissed him back and heard Moran.

“Get a room you two!!”

“Sure”. Liam said and took me bride style.

“OI LIAM WHAT ARE YOU DOING!! WILLIAM!!? IM RECOVERING FROM YESTERDAY LIAMMM OIII!!”

I was screaming as he was taking me out of living room to his room.

POV/Third person/

Everyone were talking about William and y/n while drinking there drinks but all of the sudden they heard Y/n.

“Ah Liam… ghh yess!! Please!! Sto—pp i can’t!! AHHH YESSS!”

They started laughing at what they heard.

“Y/n will be little baby for a few days bc of what we heard William is not mercy on her”, Moran joked and everyone started laughing.

After myb 2h they came back to living room. William was carrying blushed Y/n. He sat in his place, placing her in his lap.

“Ouch..” she said as she sat in his lap.

“I hate you William”she looked like a little angry baby.

“I love you too baby”, he was laughing at her and everyone were smirking at them.

“Stop looking at usss” y/n said with attitude.

“Behave yourself little one or i will take you back to bedroom” Liam said teasing her.

“IM SORRY GUYS YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU VERY MUCH”, she said in panic

Everybody were laughing.

“I think i will take you back to room”. Liam took her bride style and started walking to door.

“LIAM PLEASE HAVE A HEART IM HUMAN AFTER ALL!! BABY HOW MANY ROUNDS YOU CAN GO!!??! HOW ABOUT TALKING ABOUT PLAN HA? GUYS HELP MEEEE!!!”

“They can’t help youuuu”.

“LOUIS HE WILL LISTEN TO YOU HELP ME MAN!!”

“Im sorry Y/n but William ni-san will not listen to me” he said with smile.

They were laughing as you two had another round in Liam’s room.

[familyfriendlyweed]

makeup sessions (karl jacobs x fem reader)

a/n : hi! this is my first tumblr post. i have written stuff on wattpad in the past, but it’s still quite new to me, so please be nice :]] i accept positive critism and advice, as that most definitely will help me grow as a writer!

 Y/n let out something between a squeal and a scream at the same time when she saw Karl's tweet. her face was beat red and her lips couldn't help but curl into the stupidest grin ever.

the tweet read :

hey @) y/nhasursocks wanna do my makeup at my stream today :]]

 it was the simplest tweet, yet it meant so much to the girl. Karl and Y/n were always really good friends, they often streamed minecraft together, but never in a million years did he yet ask her to be in his stream in real life.

 Y/n picked up the phone with trembling hands, already seeing a bunch of likes, comments and retweets to Karl's tweet. before answering, she got curious to know what the people say. cautiously opening the comments section, the girl scanned it through with her eyes. a bunch of "awwwwws" and hearts could be seen, which worsened her already red cheeks.

With her heart thumping hard against her ribs, she started writing her reply :

sounds great! <3

 for a moment Y/n hesitated to press the "reply" button with the "<3" emoticon in the comment, but then she figured she and Karl sent lovey dovey emojis/emoticons in the past to each other anyways, so, she pressed the "reply" button at last.

 in an instant, her reply started gaining more and more likes, comments and retweets. Y/n was never really popular, having her clout was only because of Karl being her friend, so seeing this much attention was weird to her. but she didn't care about that right now. all that Y/n cared about at the moment was the fact that Karl appreciated her enough to actually invite her over.

 a little bit later in the day, Y/n received a private message from Karl, which said :

hey Y/n! I'm really glad you're up to stream together <3 i planned on starting the stream at 4 pm, but you can change the time if you're busy :] here is my address (don't tell anyone! :D) - (random address lol)

 Y/n answered :

 thanks for inviting me bestie!! 4 pm is cool, I'll be there! <33

 she set the phone down, unable to remove the blissful smile from her face. she has never felt this way before - it was really weird, but the constant butterflies in her tummy reminded her that it's a good feeling. taking a few deep breaths, Y/n reminded to herself that all she has to do is to go to Karl's house and have a good time AS FRIENDS - no romantic stuff is needed.

  ~~~~~time skip~~~~~

  Y/n got off from the bus at 15:50, but she still had about 5 minutes to reach Karl's house. in what felt like forever, the girl felt a sting of what was unmistakably fear and guilt - what if she was late? and what if Karl would be annoyed with her for that?

 slowly she broke into a panicky run. passing careless citizens, who all looked at her fear-stricken face curiously, she finally made it to the front door of Karl's home. Y/n pulled out her phone and found the code that she was supposed to enter next the main door. she quickly dialed it, a beep beep beep was heard and she entered.  

 finally making it to Karl's apartment, Y/n stopped to smooth her hair and straighten her clothes so she doesn't look too shabby. her body seemed to be moving on its own - her finger pressed the doorbell automatically.

 Karl opened the door almost in an instant - he wore a warm smile and before Y/n could stutter a "hello", he pulled the girl into a big welcoming hug.

 "hey Y/n! it's so cool you made it!" Karl exclaimed, still holding her close.

Y/n's head was spinning, she needed more time to process what was happening. but nevertheless, she finally lifted her own arms and hugged the guy. burying her face into his sweater, she inhaled Karl's scent deeply - he smelled something like honey and warm days.

"hello, Karl." she mumbled with a grin on her face.

"come on, do you want to eat something before the stream?" Karl asked, letting go of the girl and taking her hand into his instead, leading Y/n into the house.

"oh no, I'm full. let's get straight to business." she answered, the blissful smile and content blush never leaving her face.

"alrighty! you already know, but we'll have an eventful makeup session, and then I thought maybe play some minecraft so the stream isn't too short?" the guy asked, opening his bedroom door.

"sounds great!"

Karl smiled and went to his computer :

"you ready? I'll start the stream now."

the girl quickly fixed her hair again and gave him thumbs up :

"ready."

Karl started the stream with facecam on and as soon as the chat saw Y/n, it went absolutely wild.

"guys, give her a rest, poor girl just came!" he laughed, drawing her a chair. Y/n thanked quietly and sat, waving to the chat timidly. in the corner of her eye, she saw comments like "she's so adorable" and "look at Karl being a gentleman" in the chat and her cheeks grew more red, but this time from satisfaction.

"well, as you guys know, Y/n agreed to be in my stream today, and since some of you don't really know her, she's a really good friend of mine who also streams and does youtube videos - so go support her!"

from that moment Y/n relaxed more and more with each minute. it was fifteen minutes into the stream when she already felt as if at home.

"Karl, you have a hell lot of lipsticks, where did that come from?"

"uhhhh, I only bought them for the stream today!"

"oh really? why are they all used, then?" Y/n asked giggling and showing them to the stream.

"hey- don't expose me like that!"

"chat, clip it, CLIP IT!"

all was going really well, Y/n was having a really good time with Karl AS FRIENDS. it was really nice. but all hell broke loose when the time to put eyeliner came.

"alright, I have no idea why, but you have four eyeliners."

"they're my sister's."

"haha, yeah, yeah, alright. Which one do you want big man?"

"hmmm, the one in your left hand!"

Y/n set the other eyeliners on the table, quickly glancing at the chat. her cheeks grew very very red…

"Y/N DO THE MEME SIT ON HIS LAP" "SIT ON HIS LAP" "THE MEME, DO THE MEME!!!"

  a/n: if anyone is confused, this is an example of the meme i’m talking about :

the girl tried to act as if she hadn't seen the comments, but Karl was already by her side, reading them with her.

"meme… what meme?" he wondered out loud. Y/n got the impression that he was genuinely confused.

'chat, shut the fuck up, please shut the fuck up.' thought Y/n, but of course chat was just being chat.

"SHE SHOULD SIT ON UR LAP" "THERE'S A MEME WHERE A GIRL DOES A GUY'S EYELINER WHILE SITTING ON HIS LAP" "WE'RE NOT FORCING BUT YOU GUYS WOULD LOOK SO CUTE"

Y/n hid her face in her hands, unable to control her blushing. Karl just chuckled sweetly :

"chat, calm down, she's going to die from blushing."

he put on the "please stand by" screen and scooted over Y/n :

"hey, it's fine. we won't do it if you don't want to," Karl then leaned closer and whispered, "I'd be pretty glad if you agreed, though."

Y/n lowered her hands, showing off the big red hue on her cheeks. for a split second Karl's eyes widened -  she looked really adorable.

"I'd also be glad." the girl said, almost not believing her own words.

Karl's adorable smile came back and he leaned back:

"well then, come here."

Y/n stood up shyly and straddled his legs, grabbing the eyeliner in the process.

"do you want me to turn on the facecam?" Karl asked quietly.

the girl nodded :

"I don't mind."

he turned it on and put his hands onto Y/n's hips. even without looking at it, Y/n knew the chat was blowing up at the moment.

"you guys better subscribe, because we're providing very good fanservice." said Karl jokingly and Y/n laughed. turning to him, she opened the eyeliner and put it next to his eye, only to find him staring at her in an awe. the girl blushed as a strong urge to kiss him kicked in. it looked as if Karl wanted the same thing.

at the precise same time, they both leaned in and pressed their lips together, Y/n putting her hands onto Karl's cheeks to hide the view from the chat. the kiss was very short and with no tongue included - but it was the most sweet kiss Y/n has ever shared with someone. she pulled away, an identical grin to Karl's on her face and hugged him very tight - they almost fell off the chair.

laughing, she continued to do Karl's makeup as if nothing happened and everyone watching the stream wasn't fainting and clipping the kiss. this will be talked about for a long time, but as before, Y/n didn't care about that, and nor did Karl.

a/n : anddddd cut! it’s quite wonky, but i believe it’s pretty swell for my first mcyt fanfic :]] let me know what you think of it and if you have any tips or advice on how to make my future stories more enjoyable! thanks for reading and i hope to see you around <3

[squishneedsahero]

Maybe It Isn’t all Bad

Awesomest of Them All 2.0

Part 2 of 13

Word Count: 1714

Batman x Batmom!Reader

You know what the bat family needs? Someone to pull them together and give them all the love they deserve. Who better to do that than you? An author rising to stardom in Gotham who catches the eye of a billionaire with your standoffish attitude at a huge social gathering. You are yourself and never pretend to be more or less than that. Plus you're the most stubborn person in the world, refusing to let good things go without reason.

This is a rewrite of my story Awesomest of Them All, I wanted to see how much I've improved over 3 years.

It had been two months since you published your book, and it had taken off. Tons of people loved it and even more had read it. Because of this you were suddenly a popular public figure of Gotham, and of course like all other public figures you were invited to one of the many galas that happen in this city. You hated it. You, y/n l/n the nobody who lived in a shabby apartment and just happened to get lucky with your book. What you wouldn't give to go back to being a nobody so you could spend your Friday night watching Netflix alone on your couch.

Unfortunately you weren't sure how the snobby rich people,who thought they were better than everyone else, would take you rejecting their invitation the first of probably many. But this was a charity gala hosted by Bruce Wayne: play boy, billionaire, and one of the few people present that seems somewhat genuine even if you didn't think he had a single thought behind his eyes. So maybe it wasn't all bad cause all the rich people were donating to charity and Bruce usually made sure the money went somewhere good.

You had worn an elegant gown, preferring it to the ones that let your ass hang out the bottom. The dress was fabulously elegant and made you feel like a queen. You had paired it with your your highest high heels, stilettos that you could stab someone with if it came down to it. So far the night had been filled with pointless conversations and lots and lots of introductions, all while dancing a waltz.

Lets be honest you won't remember most of the new people you had met, you could've met the Queen of England and not have known it. You didn't remember not because you had been drinking, even if you had thought about it many times, but because there were so many people that wanted to get you and your new found popularity under their thumb and gain through you.

You had finally gotten a break by standing by the buffet table and eating the food they seemed to be letting go to waste. If nothing else you would singlehandedly make sure the food didn't get wasted. You kept trying to think of an excuse to go home, but so far couldn't think of anything. Your planning was interrupted when yet another person came up to you, except his face is somewhat familiar. "Hi," you say after you hurriedly swallow a bite of food.

"Hello, Miss (y/n) (l/n)," he begins, knowing your name but you not knowing his, "may I have this dance?" He asks, great another dance luckily you were used to being on your feet thanks to waitressing otherwise you'd be worried about them falling off with all this meaningless dancing. Why couldn't rich people be more fun with their dancing, most of them were white, playing some pop songs, and the Cupid Shuffle could only make things better.

"Yes, Mister..." you pause as you try to place him, you know you know him but you'd seen so many faces like that tonight that it was a blur.

"Wayne," He finishes for you.

"I'd love to dance with you Mr.Wayne," you lie through that smile that was plastered to your face. You offer your hand and wish desperately you had taken your chance to escape when you'd had it only moments before.

He takes the hand you offer to him and leads you out to the dance floor, waltzing yet again, at least you didn't have to lead cause you had no idea what you were doing. "My son read your book," he begins, trying to start up a friendly conversation, "he's keeps trying to convince me to read it."

"That's nice," you respond awkwardly, what were you supposed to do? Try to convince him to read it too? Hell no, you are not going to act like an airhead and promote yourself.

"He doesn't know that I've already read it," Bruce says. You laugh before you can stop yourself, you almost apologize but he laughs as well. "I enjoyed reading it, it was very well written." Maybe he did actually have real thoughts in his head unlike how the media portrayed him.

"Thank you," you say a slight blush making is way onto your cheeks. He was quite attractive after all and here he was complimenting you. The smile on your lips becomes more genuine as the two of you continue dancing, making light conversation, and surprisingly it was quite enjoyable.

Before you know it the party is over. And you'd spent almost half of it dancing with one man. "Thank you for the dance."

"It was my pleasure," he says, and you find yourself blushing for the millionth time that night. Maybe these parties weren't all bad, you'd found a friend you could have intelligent conversations with after all.

You find yourself invited to almost every gala that happens in the city over the next few months and every time Bruce is there the two of you spend most of the time dancing and talking with each other. The conversations between the two of you are pleasant, covering many topics, and most importantly they aren't meaningless like all the other conversations you were forced into at galas.

Bruce would get your opinion on things such as how the money he got for charity should be spent since you had been more recently living among the people he was trying to help. Like you weren't bad off by any means but you hadn't owned a car, relying on bus routes to get around the city and working 40+ hours a week to keep your head above water. You had been better off than many in Gotham but you had been closer to the poverty than Bruce had, even considering his night job. The fact that he genuinely cared and wanted your opinion amazed you. He was the first and probably only friend you made among the one percent at those parties.

Of course the two of you didn't only talk business, other more casual subjects came up. The two of you bonding over having dead parents, even if he was more traumatized and your wounds more recent. Then talking about school and how you had decided to skip college in order to pursue writing while he had been homeschooled then traveled the world instead of college, not that either of you were too old for college though. He was was 23-24, still young despite having adopted an 8 almost 9 year old and you were close to the same age as him.

The both of you being young, and single, did lead the two of you to have more than a friendship but that was after nearly a year of just talking at galas. Okay a year of just talking was a lie. It was probably only six months before the two of you found yourselves out in a garden and shared your first kiss. But it was an entire year before he finally asked you out, claiming it was a dare from Dick and to ease the pressure of the press.

You of course called him on those lies and pointed out the fact that there had not been a single other woman in his life since the two of you met. And said the only way you'd go out with him was if he'd, "just admit you like me." Needless to say he did.

That was part of the reason that he was so attracted to you. Despite what he knew about you from the one day he saved you from Joker, you were just unafraid to be yourself. You had never pretended or tried to pretend to fit in at the galas. You'd never been afraid to call him on his shit, even if it had risked your one friendship that made those galas bearable.

To your surprise when you had called him a dumbass for thinking it was acceptable to give a 9 year old unlimited access to the internet he laughed and said you were probably right. Then for some reason he thought it was a good idea to ask you for parenting advice and you told him that was a worse idea. You had less of an idea how to be a parent than he did, the only reason a 9 year old shouldn't have unlimited internet access was because he was a bit young to already get unrealistic expectations from porn. Mainly you had no idea, it just felt weird to turn a kid loose on the internet but then again you'd been a kid who ate mud and called it fun.

So, all the talking and asking opinions and just spending a ton of time together leads to Bruce asking you out. The press saw this coming from miles away and caught you both on your date, not that they didn't have pictures of the two of you hiding from people on a balcony. But an actual date?!? Amazing! All the internet fans were happy for you, the paparazzi loved you and would do anything to get pictures of the two of you.

The two of you became Gotham's it couple overnight but the best thing about it was that it was real. Both of you were blatantly honest, calling each other out when needed and defending each other at other moments. There were no secrets between the both of you and you wouldn't trade that for anything. It was amazing to you that you had finally found a man who saw you as his equal and if anything he was a man known for being a womanizer.

So that's how it all started, in the space of a year the two of you fell in love and were head over heels for each other. Dick played match maker every chance he got, since he adored you for some odd reason. And of course, when you finally met him Alfred approved of you and Bruce being together, the one person able to call him on his shit and have him listen. It was a miracle that Alfred had thought he'd never love to see.

[invisibleraven]

I'm so mad I forgot it was friday so um, happy saturday prompt: "i'm sad and i demand cuddles." + the greater polyphantoms polycule

One of the best things about being in a polycule was that there was no shortage of people there if you needed someone. Each filling a different role; Alex helping with most school subjects, though Reggie came in clutch when it came to math. Flynn making sure they all looked their best, Julie keeping them all fed, Luke providing metaphors on the fly for any and all writing projects.

Which made Willie wonder what he brought to the table.

Sure, if you needed some art advice or to do something vaguely illegal, he was your guy. But those situations only came up so often.

He was kind of sulking about it, bad brain days could go to hell honestly, when he walked into the studio that afternoon. Only to stop when he came across Flynn curled up and looking miserable.

"Hey Fashionista, what's wrong?" he asked, bouncing on the couch next to her, offering her a wide grin.

"Got into a fight with my mom. Just about stupid stuff, and now I feel..." Flynn groaned, rubbing at her eyes, swiping away the gathering wetness.

"All the things?" Willie offered, causing Flynn to nod. "Anything I can do to help you feel less awful?" He rubbed over her back gently, internally purring over the soft fabric of her sweater.

"I'm sad and I demand cuddles," Flynn said haughtily, sniffling a little. Willie beamed and opened up his arms, sputtering a little when her braids almost landed in his mouth.

They stayed like that for awhile, warm and content. Flynn snuggled into Willie's firm pectoral.s "You're comfy," she whispered.

"And you smell nice," he replied.

"Gardenias. It's a perfume Julie got me for my birthday. They're my favourite flower, but I'm allergic to pollen, so this was the next best thing."

"She's a good egg our Julie," Willie said. Flynn murmured in agreement.

Suddenly the door to the studio banged open, and there stood Luke, looking a bit sheepish, then concerned when he saw Flynn's red rimmed eyes glaring at him. He came over to the couch. "Another fight with your mom?" he asked quietly. She nodded, and he blew out a breath. "Yeah, been there. They suck. Lemme know if you wanna talk about it."

"Already planning a sequel to Unsaid Emily?" Willie snarked, giggling when Luke blushed.

"No! Well, not really." Luke then slumped onto Willie's other shoulder. "I just wanted to write in peace but noooo I gotta do my bio homework. When am I ever gonna use biology in the real world as a rock star?"

"Hey, who scheduled cuddle time and didn't tell us?" Reggie asked from the doorway, his arm over Julie's shoulder.

"Flynn's sad," Luke replied.

"Your mom?" Julie asked, and didn't even wait for a response before she all but sat in Flynn's lap, pressing kisses to her forehead. "I'm sorry babe."

Reggie came to Willie's other side, gently rubbing Flynn's shoulder. "Wish I could fix it sweetpea, but hopefully the cuddle pile helps at least."

"They always do," Flynn replied, closing her eyes, and absorbing all the love of her partners. She let herself be lulled to sleep by their gentle hands, waking up to see Alex smirking down at them all.

"Hey hun, hard day?"

Flynn glanced around at all her friends snoring beside her, still touching her in some way, supporting her, even in their sleep. "Not so much anymore," she replied honestly. Alex grinned and squeezed onto the couch beside Luke, reaching out to grab Flynn's hand and closing his eyes.

Flynn smiled, and let herself snuggle back into everyone's embrace. Sure cuddles and naps didn't really solve her problems, but they made everything feel like less of a hardship, and that was really all that mattered.

[brokenhardies]

a scene for James in school reunion maybe?

only 647 words but i wanted to write my boy meeting his dad for the first time!

“Hey, word of advice? Stay away from the chips.”

Sarah Jane looked at the teenage boy beside her and sighed. James, in spite of his youthful appearance, had more knowledge of the world than he let on. He looked about 14 years old, but it was clear by his mannerisms he behaved much older than that. She shook her head.

“I don’t think any of this has to do with the chips, James.”

“Yeah.” James shrugged, “But they looked weird. Like they were glowin’ or something.”

And that wasn’t the strangest thing the pair had encountered during their brief stay in Hawthorn Hall. Three months prior, most of the staff had been replaced due to a sudden influx of the flu — sure, there’d been an uptake in exam results, but the kids were blindingly intelligent. Especially in Mathematics. James was able to pass as smart enough to get a full-ride scholarship into the school, coincidentally at the same time Sarah Jane - his foster mother - decided to get a ‘profile’ on the new headmaster - Mr Finch - for the Sunday Times. In reality, it was closer to a sting operation.

Of course, coincidentally, at the same exact time, a mysterious teacher and dinner lady showed up at the school. James didn’t see this as odd – probably another pair of reporters seeking the incident out. However, Mr Smith and he had a slight connection. A slight… odd connection, that James couldn’t place. Oh well. He spat out his gum in a garbage bin near the back entrance. It was after hours, and no one would notice that a student had arrived out of uniform alongside his mother. He looked up at Sarah Jane, who saw him spit his gum into the garbage bin and raised a brow.

“What did you expect me to do?” He asked, somewhat innocently, “Spit it on the floor?”

Sarah Jane frowned. “Let’s get going, shall we?”

And the pair entered the school, chasing around skittering and wings flapping, creatures that appeared to be sleeping in the school in disguise as the ‘new’ teachers. This would be odd to most people. Most people hadn’t been through what Sarah Jane had – when you’ve interacted with mummies, robots, daleks, anti-matter monsters, real living dinosaurs and The Loch Ness Monster (and the list went longer than she could’ve even thought) - this was barely scratching the surface. Of course, that was until the pair went into the storage locker…

And saw a blue police phone box. Sarah Jane blinked. It was as if she’d seen a ghost. And then the ghost appeared before her.

“Hello, Sarah Jane.”

It was Mr Smith. James turned his head around to face the man, now dressed in a trench coat over his dark, pinstriped suit. He blinked at the man, eyes wide. Something was even more familiar now that he saw the teacher in the light of the room, illuminated by the blue phone box. Sarah Jane was almost crying.

“It's you.” She exclaimed, “Oh, Doctor!” She walked forward to the man, “Oh my God, it’s you, isn’t it?” She then paused, looking him up and down. “You’ve regenerated, haven’t you?”

“Yeah,” The man smiled, “Half a dozen times since we last met.” 

“You look incredible!” 

“So do you.” He complimented, causing Sarah Jane to blush. 

“Huh. I got old.”

“Um…” James interjected, raising a hand like he’d been called on in class. “Am I interrupting something?” 

Sarah Jane turned to face him and gestured to him. “Oh! Right!” 

James immediately walked over to join his adopted mother by the side, and that’s when the strange connection got stronger. Almost tingling in the back of James’s head. He knew who this man was. He wasn’t Mr John Smith, an ordinary teacher at a somewhat abnormal prep school in England… He was someone so much more. 

“Doctor,” Sarah Jane introduced, “This is my son, James.”

For a second, the Doctor looked up, eyes wide in confusion, as James gave the older man a little wave.

“Hi, Dad.”

“What?!”

[comfortwriting]

Her Façade - F.W

Masterlist, Requesting Rules, Writing Prompts

Fred Weasley x Fem Hufflepuff Reader

Prompt 23: “your brother fancies me” you teased him, smirking. 

Requested/About: The reader hides behind a façade that everyone believes so easily but Fred. The two of them hook up occasionally but every time it happens, Fred swears he’ll never do it again. Ron is crushing on the reader and Fred dares him to make a move, which he does and succeeds. Fred thinks he can handle things until Ron invites the reader to the burrow for the summer, pushing Fred to his limits. 

Warnings: Jealous Fred, unprotected sex, breeding kink, mention of choking, swearing, mention of Dom/Sub.

Walking out of the great hall, Fred’s eyes burned into you from head to toe, watching you laughing at some lads terrible jokes. He couldn’t stand it, the innocent act you put on like a regular part of your clothing - because you weren’t innocent, you weren’t the ‘submissive little angel’ the Hufflepuff team gloated about and Fred knew it. 

You would bat your eyes, smile slightly, laugh lightly and sway. When having sex, you would obey your partner, lay on your back and act the part of the façade you picked out for yourself  - but when it came to Fred, you did nothing of the sort. You didn’t obey him, he obeyed you, you didn’t bat your eyes, you didn’t sway - you would mount him whilst he lay down, choking him whilst you fucked him.

Fred loved spending time with you, he loved the sex, he loved anything if you were in the picture - but after each hook up, Fred left feeling guilty, swearing to himself that would be the last time the two of you merge as one - and you noticed, and truth be told, you were hurt. 

“Hey Freddie” you chirped, snatching your attention from the Ravenclaw student.

Fred turned to face you, his hands stuffed in his pockets, the conversations between other students breaking through his head and drowning out his thoughts.  

“Alright Y/N?” he replied coolly.

Shaking your head you crossed your arms “not really” you replied “why have you been avoiding me since last week? was the sex too much for you-”

Fred tried to shush you, not wanting everyone around him to hear how you dominated him “no, I’ve just been busy” he lied “the usual, joke shop ideas and stuff, look - I’ve got to go.”

Pushing past you, Fred blended into the crowd of students before you had a chance to stop him, your heart pained for a moment but you didn’t ponder on it, Fred always came back to you, you didn’t even need to ask.

Fred would rather avoid you and you hate him than you knowing the real reason why he couldn’t bare to be around you. He shook his head, trying to rid the memories of you and him -  blaming himself for the reason you changed, for your true innocence to now be nothing but fake. 

Before you met Fred, you were innocent, you were a virgin, you knew nothing about asphyxiation, edging, squirting - and he changed all of that for you.

 Instead of showing up for Quidditch practice one afternoon, you laid in Fred’s bed, staring up at him, moaning out in pleasure and holding onto him tightly whilst he took your virginity. 

“You feel amazing Freddie” you moaned out, gripping onto him tighter.

Fred grunted and continued to penetrate you “I’m not hurting you am I?”

“Not at all”

One game absence multiplied and before you knew it hooking up with the more outgoing twin became a regular thing and because you weren’t dating - the two of you also saw other people which allowed you to remain your old self with them but become someone else entirely with Fred.

Riding him, your hand fastened around Fred’s neck whilst you moved your hips in circular motions.

“you look so hot with my hand around your throat” you moaned out.

“What's up Freddie?” George asked, seeing his distressed twin barge into the common room. 

Fred shrugged and sat next to George and his younger brother Ron, “just tired” he replied. 

“Well you’ll be glad to know, Ron is finally brave enough to tell us who he’s been fancying for the past year” George smirked.

Ron rolled his eyes and nudged his brother in the arm “shut up” 

12 months ago Ron noticed you, your gorgeous face, your stunning body, the way you laughed, smiled and the tone of your voice sounded when you got excited - the way you looked in your house colours making his heart skip beats. He constantly spoke about you to his older brothers, the two of them mocking him but ever so eager to put a face with the mystery girl. 

“go on then” Fred encouraged Ron “who is it?”

“Y/N Y/L/N” he muttered.

George raised his eyebrows and let out a whistle but his twin felt his heart split in two, he felt enraged knowing his little brother had fallen for your façade - not even close to knowing the real you. 

“I heard she’s a bloody good sub”

Fred couldn’t take it anymore, hoe everyone talked about you, the image of you laying with other people splashing in front of him, knowing how everyone wanted you and there was nothing he could do to stop it because you weren't his. 

“Just go talk to her!” Fred burst out “shoot your shot, make your move” 

Ron and George gave each other a strange look, both of them unsure as to why Fred sounded and looked so angry but Ron followed his brothers advice, and by the end of the school year, Fred couldn’t wait to be back at home, as far away from you as he could be - you and Ron flirting made him sick to his stomach.

“your hair looks so good when it’s long” you blushed, pushing Ron’s hair out of his face. 

Ron smiled “well, you look so good all together”

Fred in the distance watched, grumbling to himself knowing it wasn’t right for him to say a word - he felt relieved knowing that over the summer he wouldn’t have to see or hear anymore of you and Ron together.

“just tell her how you feel, Freddie.” George encouraged his brother, sitting on his bed. 

Fred sighed “there's no point, she prefers Ron anyway”

“don’t be bloody stupid, she’ll realise how much of a plonker he is.”

“I just don’t want to make things worse”

The first week back at the burrow felt like absolute bliss for Fred up until he heard your voice ringing through the kitchen, he paused and held his breath, looking at his brother George.

“is that Y/N?” George beamed, hopping off his bed to his feet, leaving the room and running down the stairs.

Fred took a deep breath and pursed his lips, also getting to his feet and leaving the bedroom, he walked down the many flights of stairs and down to the kitchen. 

“It’s so lovely to meet you.” you smiled at Molly, accepting a warm and loving hug from her. 

“You’re welcome to stay as long as you like dear, Ron has told us so much about you” 

Ron smiled and offered to give you a tour of the house and show you to his bedroom, Fred stared at you, his heart pining for you and aching in desperation to break free and hold you but the more he stared, the more infuriated he grew over his little brother having you.

You stay at the burrow went fast, in fact they had been the fastest three weeks of your life. You loved the atmosphere of the house, helping Molly cook, getting to know Arthur and his obsession with muggles, getting to know all of the family was an honour; you felt quite sad knowing that tomorrow you were going back home.

As much as you liked Ron, you couldn’t help but notice the lack of chemistry, he made you laugh, he made you blush and had lots to keep you engaged in conversation - but he didn’t really know you, like everyone else but Fred, you felt like you couldn’t be your true self around him. 

Over the dinner table you kept flashing looks at Fred, smirking at him, winking, running your foot against his leg under the table - anything to get his attention you had been deprived of for over a month now. 

Fred shuffled in his chair, clearing his throat and trying to contain himself, flashing looks of annoyance over at you, earning a grin from George who knew how much the tension had grown between you, how much it had been rising to the surface.

Sitting outside next to Ron in the garden in front of the outdoor fire, you sipped on Molly’s delicious hot chocolate which engulfed your insides in warmth, the sugar rushing to your head. Fred watched and chewed on his bottom lip in frustration at the sight of Ron making you laugh, he balled his hands into fists. 

“I think I’m going to call it a night” you beamed “got a busy day tomorrow”

Everyone waved and said goodnight, Fred stood up and said he needed to get his scarf as it was getting quite cold. 

Walking up the stairs, Fred followed you as silently as he could, walking into Ron’s room you picked up your belongings and turned around to shove them into your bag, bumping into Fred. 

“Do you mind?!” you hissed, clutching your chest.

Fred stared at you and scoffed “I could ask you the same thing”

Pushing past him, you stuffed your belongings in your bag “you’ve been acting as if I don’t exist Fred” 

“because you’re a liar, all you do is trick people, acting like you’re innocent when you’re not - you’ve roped my little brother into it!” Fred sounded more furious than ever.

Sighing, you zipped your bag shut and faced the lad your heart ached for “I don’t lie or trick people, I just don’t share every part of me with them.” You defended yourself “why do you care Freddie? why now?” 

“You wouldn’t understand” Fred started to pace around his brothers room, his hands stuck to his forehead. 

“your brother fancies me” you teased him, smirking.

Fred lost it, the desperation and hunger gleamed in his eyes, storming over to you, he pushed you against the wall and smashed his lips against yours. His tongue dragged across your bottom lip and you opened up your mouth, his tongue dancing with yours, his silky saliva pooling into your mouth. 

Letting out a moan, Fred’s hands went underneath your top, his long fingers fumbling with your bra strap and undoing it whilst your hands worked on getting him out of his trousers. 

Melting into his touch, you could feel yourself getting wet through your knickers and noticed Fred’s hard on poking through his trousers.

Pulling away from the kiss and pulling your shirt off, the two of you undressing one another, Fred lead you over to his little brothers bed, his hands gripping you by the hair. 

“do you want to know why I care?” he growled, bending you over the bed. 

You could feel yourself getting wet, the excitement fluttering in your tummy “yes Freddie, tell me.”

Fred kicked your legs apart, his free hand applying lube to his hard length and your desperate entrance he missed so much.

“I care because I’m in love with you” he finally confessed, lining his hard cock against your entrance “it infuriates me knowing that you pretend to be something you’re not to please other people you fuck, hearing them gloat about it riles me up, you’re fucking mine.” 

Fred slammed himself inside you without warning, causing you to yelp out in both pleasure and surprise, you missed the feeling of him inside of you, the way he filled you all the way, never making you feel empty.

“then make me yours Freddie, because I’m in love with you too”

Fred felt his heart skip a beat, all he ever wanted was now underneath him, telling him something he thought he wouldn’t ever hear. 

Continuing to slam inside of you, your juices coated his cock and his grip on your hair tightened. 

“I’ll make you mine” he growled lowly “cum deep inside of you and get you pregnant”

You moaned out, pushing yourself back against him so he could get deeper inside of you, your moans muffled against the bedsheets “I want to feel you shoot your load inside of me so bad.”

Fred started to pick up the pace, fucking you faster, his cock now shiny from your juices, the sound of him slapping against you filling the room.

“I will Y/N, everyone will know and you won’t be able to hide it.”

You moaned out even more, gripping onto the bed, your cunt wet and your walls tightening around his glossy hard cock.

“No one else will be able to go near you” Fred grunted “fuck... I’ll have you right where I want you”

As your walls continued to tighten around Fred’s length, his cock couldn’t stop twitching inside of you - the two of you getting closer and closer, being this close after so long apart, it finally filled the holes in your hearts.

“Freddie, I’m cumming!”

Fred smirked and pounded you faster “come for me Y/N, get yourself ready for my seed.”

The tension in your stomach built up and finally burst, your cum seeping out all over his cock, Fred watched and pushed himself deeper inside of you, releasing his seed.

Fred waited for a moment, the two of you cooking down and letting his load embed inside you to avoid any spillage.

Pulling out, you instantly felt empty and already missed him being inside you, Fred laid on the bed and pulled you into his arms, placing a loving kiss on your forehead.

“I meant everything, well, the I love you part.” He said softly, stroking your hair.

“Me too, Freddie. I want to be with you.”

Fred smiled and placed his hand against your cheek “me too.”

Taglist: @amourtentiaa @inglourious-imagines @reeophidian @alwaysnforeverfangirl

[formenis]

Hiii! First of all, I love your blog and writing!! Second, I looove Near, and was just wondering if you could do a request of Near trying to be romantic, like he just finished a big case and his S/O is doing well and they go out to a fancy dinner or he buys her roses? Something cute and fluffy and romantic haha. Thank you xx

Oh my, shush //w//

Thank you so much, Anon-san. 💞

TITLE: DOSSIERS IN A VASE.

pairing: Near x gn!reader

warning: none

F/L: favorite language

𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼. 𝟮𝟭: 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 "𝗖𝗵𝗶𝗺𝗻𝗲𝘆"

This was the first case agent Y/N L/N solved after the Academy. Not much after Kira, the world reverted to the same state it was before his appearance: corrupted, noisy and undisciplined. When Y/N's boss assigned "Operation Chimney" to them, they were quite nervous: it was their first case after all, and they had no experience in real cases.

However, much to the boss' surprise, it was Y/N's involvement that ensured the success of that operation: thanks to their perfect organisation skills, the FBI managed to neutralize a terroristic group that was acting in the name of Kira. Agent L/N received a reward after that case.

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𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼. 𝟯𝟰: 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 "𝗛𝗲𝗹𝗺𝗲𝘁"

Once again, FBI asked for agent L/N. This time they needed a translator.

Recently, the government captured a dangerous serial killer that was terrorising the major cities of the East coast but once police captured him, they notice he didn’t speak English. At all. The only language he knew was F/L.

It was the moment agent L/N was called. Using an intercom connected to the interrogation room, Y/N was able to talk with this person. Their only job was to translate what the detective had to say or to ask; at first it wasn’t working, the man stood in silence for most of the time. But then Y/N decided to take the initiative: using their particularly alluring voice, this new FBI agent tried to convince the serial killer to confess (or at least to say something about his crimes).

Putting pressure on the right topics (like his past or his emotions) they managed to break the mask of the fearsome serial killer and to obtain a confession. Y/N smirked satisfied behind the glass of the interrogation room and, once again, they received a reward.

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𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼. 𝟰𝟰: 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 "𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝗵𝘂𝘁𝗲"

At this point L took an interest in them. Commander Rester and Lidner talked a lot about this new FBI agent that in few months solved two of the most intricate cases that the Federal Bureau of Investigation had in their archives.

«Commander Rester, please, get me agent Y/N L/N's dossiers» L ordered with his usual monotone voice, finishing a very tall dice tower.

«Yes sir»

L couldn’t ignore someone like agent L/N. If their skills were as good as the others claimed, L had to check if they could become one his agents. It was being a while since L met a valid detective.

When Y/N's boss gave them "Operation: Parachute", he knew they will succeed. This time Y/N had to convince a group of kidnappers to surrender or –at least- to release the hostages. They stated that they will kill a person for each minute of delay in the delivery of the ransom. It was a delicate operation.

«Commander Rester, I want to listen to agent Y/N's call to the kidnappers»

Rester connected to the FBI network just in time to hear Y/N's first words. They didn’t use a voice modulator so L could listen to their real voice: it was calming, alluring and somehow captivating. L never heard a voice like that.

More he listened and more curious he got. The choice of each word, the way it echoed in L's ears: everything about Y/N interested him.

«Miss Lidner, let's consider agent L/N as a candidate for my task-force»

«Very well, L»

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𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼. 𝟱𝟴: 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 "𝗦𝗮𝗳𝗮𝗿𝗶"

As time passed and more complicated Y/N's cases became. At first they believed they would be "confined" behind a desk buried with paperwork. However, in a very short time Y/N's boss recognised their skills and gave them more and more cases.

Soon, Y/N L/N became one of the most required, esteemed and respected FBI agent in their department. Their importance became so relevant that L himself asked for Y/N's help many times.

The first period Y/N and L communicated only by computer: the FBI agent always listened to his modified voice and obeyed at every order. After a while, however, Y/N learnt how to recognise L's different moods: they could tell if he was pissed off, angry, happy and even sad. Everything despite the voice modulator.

After that, Y/N stopped obeying blindly at his orders and started to give their own opinions and advices about this or that case. L appreciated everything they had to say, cherishing the "bravery" to criticise their boss. The two of them created a strong link between each other.

Until one day, the day L made a surprising request: «𝙰𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙻/𝙽, 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔-𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝚜𝚘 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜»

In few weeks, Y/N found themselves in an imposing yet dull place: no decorations, no paintings, no plants. Nothing. Just grey walls, a high metallic ceiling and shining floors. They could see their own reflection on that floor: shining H/C hair, smooth S/C skin and formal suit.

A man with blonde hair guided them through the corridors of that building and once Y/N saw how drastically the architecture changed in front of them, they realised they reached their destination: a large entrance without a door, with a hemispheric, metallic ceiling. A large entrance that preceded an even more larger room filled with bright monitors from the floor to the ceiling.

The blonde man said something to a person hidden behind a structure made of dice and then he left. Y/N didn’t know what to do or what to say. The only clear thing was that whoever was in the room they were fond of toys and jigsaws.

«It's nice to see you…agent L/N» a mature, deep voice echoed in the empty room and a tall man with his back curved inwards and long white hair appeared from behind the towers. «I'm L»

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𝗖𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗻𝗼. 𝟲𝟭: 𝗢𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 " 𝗔𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆"

Since the first official encounter with L, Y/N never came back to their old FBI HQ. They started to work for him, for a young man considered as the greatest detective in the world.

Y/N was fascinated by him: the way he thought, how gently his movements were when stacking his dice towers and how caressing his voice could be while explaining all his deductions. And even his look was intriguing: long (and apparently silky) while hair, porcelain skin and deep black eyes. Those eyes could be dull –or even dead- for most of people but for agent L/N they were like gazing at a night sky. They would look at them for hours.

But was it right to be fond of their own boss? Y/N didn’t know but they couldn’t help but blushing at those beautiful features.

"Operation: Affinity" was the case that helped L to realise what he really felt. Initially, he created a strong bond with Y/N: a strong yet a simple business relationship. Nothing more than pleasantries between boss and worker.

But then, as time passed, L noticed how his own behaviour drastically changed: each time agent L/N had a mission, he would be worried the whole time, he had to be sure Y/N was safe and, most importantly, he wanted them by his side.

Hence, when the government gave "Operation: Affinity" to L, Y/N asked to be assigned at that case.

«Why?» L asked while typing something on his laptop.

«I already solved cases like that. It would be simple»

«Very well»

However, when L watched live coverage the mission, his behaviour shocked everyone. From the monitors he noticed someone armed behind Y/N –and they were completely unaware of it-. L rushed from the floor to the microphone in Rester's hands and quickly spoke to Y/N's earpiece.

«Y/N behind you!»

In that moment Y/N turned and hid behind a wall just in time: the man shot toward their direction before being knocked down and then handcuffed.

At the HQ everyone was silent: Lidner and Gevanni watched the scene from their desks and Rester was looking at L in disbelief. He never saw such reaction in someone as the greatest detective in the world. The old SPK members exchanged a surprised look among each other.

Once L got back on track he was surprised as well. The image of that man with his gun pointed at Y/N's back upset him a lot. He couldn’t image what it could happen if he didn’t warn them in time.

Then, as to interrupt L's never-ending thoughts, a noise from behind him distracted the detective. His precious dice towers fell on the metallic floor of his monitoring room. He turned to look at the mess.

«So something really changed…»

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-𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬-

Y/N came back at the HQ tired and awfully stressed. Another difficult and rather dangerous case just ended and they wanted to relax at least for a couple of hours. Being a member of L's task-force could be an exhausting job but agent L/N loved it. But what Y/N loved most was L himself…they would do anything for him.

«Gee, I'm starving…» before taking a nap (and a shower) Y/N walked towards the monitoring room. They surpassed the large entrance but, surprisingly, they found nobody.

«Where's everyone?» Y/N asked but they didn’t receive answers. When they got closer to their desk Y/N could hold back a gasp (and a deep blush on their cheeks): a vase! With roses inside!

«W-What?» they smelled the roses and smiled. The scent was so good, those were fresh flowers. Moreover, there was a tiny piece of paper tied to each stem: "21", "34", "44" and "58".

However, Y/N noticed something terrible: they were in an even number. Giving an even number of roses was a presage of unhappy events in the future.

«Agent L/N, I think you missed something» a mature and masculine voice spoke from behind them. Y/N turned and saw L with a rose in his hands, a piece of paper was tied to that flower too.

L gave the rose to them and Y/N read the paper: "61". What was the meaning of those numbers?

«A rose for each case brilliantly solved. From your first case, "operation: chimney", to your last one, "operation: affinity". This one in particular is very important to me»

«Why?»

«It's when I realised you're not a simple FBI agent to me anymore» he was gazing at them with those beautiful black eyes and Y/N focused back at the roses. Actually, they were a blushing mess: did L just confess to them? Or was that a simple gesture of affection?

«I read somewhere that five roses mean "love token"» L added sensing their doubts while playing with his white hair.

Y/N looked at him once again, the blush never left their face. They smiled and so did L: the two of them didn’t need other words in that moment.

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𝗕𝗢𝗡𝗨𝗦

«Y/N, what are you doing?» asked L while watching agent L/N walking closer to him at the centre of the room.

«I need some rest so I'm going to take a nap»

«I'm afraid to inform you there's no bed here»

«I don’t need a bed» and then Y/N sat on the ground next to him, placing the head on his lap. Now it was L's turn to be a blush mess.

«Y-Y/N, this is highly unprofessional» he said in pure embarrassment.

«But it's comfy»

Shortly after that Y/N fell asleep on L's comfy lap. The greatest detective in the world hadn’t the courage to move them away and stood in that position until Y/N woke up.

[kcabyap]

Dearest Etienne.

Hi again, I’m having kind of a troublesome day today... not to bother you with my troubles but long story short, due to the pandemic I had been refusing to go out with my “friends” or even visit, and today I saw their posts on Instagram that they had a sleepover without even inviting me ;-;

Can I request a headcanon of the MC finding out their friends back in the human world have kind of removed them from their lives after she’d been in the devildom for so long and the brothers (and if you wish to) the (un)datables comforting them? :x

I particularly enjoy your writing and that’s why I come to you, as always hehe :3

With love,

Emi ♡

P.S: I’m hoping you don’t mind my often requests and that they do not bother you. :>

Dearest Emi! I'm really sorry that happened to you... that was really lame of your 'friends' to do that, though if you ask me, you're absolutely doing the right thing by staying away from others during the pandemic; it's the best way to stay safe. Still though, I really hope you feel better soon and that your day gets better. I absolutely don't mind the requests, and I'm so happy that you like my writing! I did all the brothers, all the undateables, and a platonic one for Luke, and I hope you enjoy! ❤

The Brothers And Undateables Comforting The Human When Their Friends Forget About Them

— The Scenario

Tears stung in their eyes as they scrolled through their social media feed, their jaw clenching. Pictures upon pictures flew past as their thumb idly swiped their phone's screen; pictures of their friends together, laughing, joking, smiling... Pictures of their friends all being happy together during the year they had been away in the Devildom...

Pictures of their friends acting as though they weren't even gone; as though they didn't even exist.

It wouldn't have felt so bad if any of them had really acknowledged them after they'd come back. It wouldn't have felt so bad if they'd gotten more than awkward greetings, a few mildly curious questions before their 'friends' lost interest, one or two awkward get-togethers where they just felt out of place and out of the loop...

As soon as they got a chance to return to the Devildom for a while, they practically leapt on it. They saw no reason to stay in the human world, with a bunch of humans who had forgotten about them so shockingly quickly.

But when they did return to the place that felt more like home than their home did, seemingly their sorrow was still noticeable...

— Lucifer

Nothing gets past Lucifer, least of all the sadness of his most cherished human; he senses it without them saying a word.

He'll offer them an embrace; one that's close, genuine, firm enough to be comforting but delicate enough to not be fearsome.

Whether it's a fancy dinner at the Devildom's nicest restaurant, or a quiet night in his room listening to records, he'll do whatever they'd like to cheer them up.

This man is a wonderful listener and he'll be sure to tell them how very much he and his brothers appreciate them, how foolish their so-called friends were for their actions.

(...though inside, he'll absolutely be plotting for those so-called 'friends' to meet some manner of unfortunate situation...)

— Mammon

His human is upset? Oh, Mammon is not going to leave them alone until they tell him what's up; this man loudly wants to help.

He's absolutely appalled. How the hell could anyone not be happy to be with them?! How could anyone just forget them!? He could never forget them...

Lots of hugs, tight - maybe a little too tight but he means well - and loving and supportive, as he tells them (in his tsundere way) just how great they are.

He'll take them out for a night on the town to forget all about those stupid 'friends,' to remind them of all the fun stuff in the Devildom!

By the time the night's over, there's no way the human won't feel cared about; not when Mammon so clearly adores them.

— Leviathan

See this is exactly why normies don't deserve someone as fun and interesting and cool and cute as MC! (N-Not that he thinks they're cute, don't be stupid...)

He'll talk with them about how much their 'friends' suck; he can relate, there are a lot of people he doesn't get along with too.

Whatever their favourite anime is, Levi's absolutely willing to binge it with them; or whatever their favourite game is, he'll play it with them!

It's in his own shy, stuttering, tsundere way, but he tells them that he'll never betray them like that... they're his Henry, after all.

And... he'll give them a hug. Even though his heart is pounding and he's sweating buckets, he wants to show that he cares.

— Satan

...He's smiling sweetly as they tell him what happened, but it's one of those smiles that is barely hiding his deep and burning anger.

He hates their 'friends.' He tells them how awful those 'friends' are, how they never deserved a friend as beautiful as them, how he'd make them all suffer if he could...

Once they get past his, well, wrath, Satan's happy to cuddle his human close and soothe them by reading them a good book.

If they want to go out, he'll take them along on one of his wanders around the Devildom. The stray cat who goes around recently had kittens, after all!

He'll be extra protective, extra affectionate, to make sure they know that they're always welcomed and loved by him.

— Asmodeus

Pleeeeeeeease, human, please tell Asmo what's wrong! He's going to be pouting and clinging to their arm until they tell him...

When they do tell him, his eyes are angry, and he's immediately stealing them away to his room.

So. Many. Cuddles. He's so physically affectionate, and he'll tell them how wonderful they are in-between peppering adoring kisses over their cheeks.

He's keeping his human to himself! Stress is bad for the skin, so he'll pamper them with skin creams and face masks, and he'll paint their nails and coo over how cute they are...

Again, it'll be impossible to feel unloved when Asmo is around to adore them so much.

— Beelzebub

Beel is a bit like a soft puppy, and the puppy eyes when the human tells him what happened are real.

How could anyone forget about them...? How could they be so mean? The human's the most generous person he's ever met...

He just wordlessly opens his arms and lets them cuddle into his strong form, holding them tight.

He'll cook for them; whatever they want, and in big quantities, enough for them to share as they catch up and joke together.

Words aren't exactly Beel's strong suit, but it's so clear how much he cares, and it's so heartwarming.

— Belphegor

Okay, first the human will have to pry him off of them and wake him up. (Belphie has clearly missed his human bodypillow...)

His sleepy eyes will narrow in anger once they tell him. How dare anyone be so mean to his human...?

He'll assure them that those people never deserved them; those people aren't worth anything, they're not worth worrying about.

Lots and lots of cuddles, his hands gently massaging their shoulders to soothe and relax them...

It's hard to feel upset when you're asleep or being cuddled, and Belphie has them covered for both of these things.

— Diavolo

He... does not understand. How could anyone brush off such a fascinating, beautiful, wonderful person...?

He'll offer a hug, though he'll be a little tentative about it; he doesn't want to hurt his dear human... they're much smaller than him...

Being the prince - and, uh, having a bit more money than sense - Diavolo will happily take them out on the town and spoil them.

In fact... he'll throw an entire ball in their honour! The whole Devildom will arrive in his castle to celebrate their return!

Anything to make the human happy... They're so special to him; if they're being treated wrong in the human world, he'll show them that the Devildom loves them.

— Simeon

This man is ready to become the human's literal guardian angel in that moment; he looks so very sad.

His embrace is gentle, warm, and delicate... being hugged by Simeon kind of feels like being hugged by a cloud.

He'll cup their face, telling them that while humans can be cruel, they aren't all like that... but no matter what the humans do, he'll always be there for his favourite one.

If they want to come up to the Celestial Realm with him, he'll do what he can to pull some strings and bring them with him.

That night, he'll read them a bedtime story that he wrote... one about an angel who falls hopelessly in love with a sweet, kind human.

— Solomon

Ah. He sympathises. Other humans can be... difficult sometimes; he's been shunned and forgotten about by people in his time too.

But never fear! He'll cook them a nice dinner! (...it will not be nice, but it will have been made with love.)

He'll try to distract them from how they're feeling by telling them fantastical tales from his long, long life.

But... he'll be sure that they know: in that long, long life, they're the most special person he's ever met.

The human's 'friends' might have hurt them, but not all humans are bad... Solomon's proof of that.

— Barbatos

He knew this was coming, and so he isn't the most outwardly upset about it... though make no mistake, he is upset that they're feeling bad.

Being a butler, he's used to serving, and he wants to spoil the human to make them feel better.

They're going to be treated to tea, cakes... quite literally the royal treatment, from the prince's own butler.

His way of caring is quite reserved, but he makes sure to let the human know how much he enjoys their company, how glad he is that they're back.

And although he doesn't give hugs often... he'll happily make the exception for them, even giving a rarely seen blush and a rarely heard laugh.

— Luke

What?! Their friends just... abandoned them? Didn't want to spend time with them? Ignored them?

He's immediately barking at demanding Simeon to let you hang out with them at Purgatory Hall for a while!

He'll be their friend instead! He'll bake them lots and lots of sweet things, to make them feel better.

He's only a kid, so he isn't exactly the world's best at advice or comfort or anything like that...

But the little guy cares, and he cares loudly, letting the human know that their 'friends' were totally wrong to pass up on such a fun person!

[cynergy-laughter]

Obey Me! One Master to Rule Them All! Headcanon #21

Thank you so much for this ask, I appreciate writing angst because I know what can make hearts wrench and faces drench. Comedy is he’d because not everyone has the same sense of humor, but it’s a preference thing.

So, Lilith visits the brothers in their dreams, huh? You know what, I might just add MC in this cause ancestors are wonderful to see in your dreams, except if they were Hernan Cortez, f*ck that guy.

(Sorry for going out of order, I made the last headcanon 22, when it should have been 21, so this is gonna be 21 instead.)

Lucifer: Lucifer would probably be having one of his desk knockouts when he has his dream about seeing Lilith. He would feel a gentle tap on his back, and he would jerk awake, cause there was only one person who used to do that. He turns to see Lilith giving her sweet smile. It was like a dam cracked, but for Lucifer, a few tears welled up in his eyes and a few streaks left when Lilith embraced him. They proceeded to talk about the life she lived, how good it felt to contribute to a human legacy that ended up connecting back to her brothers even after a fall from grace. She says she is proud of Lucifer for keeping her in his heart, and for being so kind and protective to her and her descendant. And after leaving Lucifer with a kiss in his cheek, Lucifer wakes up to his eyes and cheeks wet, and his heart warm. He wipes his face and goes back to work with a relieved smile. He didn’t let her down.

Mammon: He had “woken up” in his room to someone sitting down next to him while he lay on the couch. He turned the lights on and he almost whimper-sobbed when he saw it was Lilith. He shot up and gave her a hug and she returned it, lightly stroking the back of his head, to which he made a sound between a purr and a somber growl. She proceeded to let him talk, get out his feelings and what’s been going on with him, he almost talked for the whole dream. But he suddenly stopped when Lilith began to gently pat his back, and began to thank him for protecting MC, and for doing his best to be there them. She also felt good that she could be there to help him vent, she was a very patient listener. And after one last kiss on the nose, Mammon jerked awake for real, tears still streaming, feeling sad that he didn’t get to ask how she was...

Leviathan: He fell asleep at his desk again, but this time, he was dreaming he woke up in his bathtub , and saw a familiar head of hair silhouetted by the light of his huge fish tank. He jumped up and went over to Lilith and she greeted him with a beautiful smile. It seemed MC definitely had Lilith’s smile. She began to ask him about how he’s doing and he went in on how much gaming, watching, and reading he has done, and proceeded to talk on and on about Rurichan and his anime passion. She listened to every single second of his speech, happy that Levi finally found something to live for after peace time was announced. He woke up asking her if she wanted to play a game, and found himself alone. He wanted to hang a bit longer and was sad that he woke up so suddenly... the first time that he actually wanted to voluntarily sleeping longer.

Satan: He is wondering who the person next to his usual reading spot is, but deep down, he feels it. Lilith smiles and says that it’s a pleasure to meet him. She asks questions about him, what does he like to do, what does he like to read, just questions about him, and Satan is more than happy to answer these questions. When she mentions she likes cats, they click, and talk everything about cats. Lilith describes a cat that her human family had, and Satan remembers seeing a cat like that in the Devildom, she was a very good girl. Soon, when it was time for her to go, she said that she had fun getting to know him, and that Satan had come a long way, and that his journey is his own path, no one else’s. She said that she’s excited to see the person he becomes. He wakes up, feeling validated, happy that Lilith didn’t see him as another Lucifer.

Asmodeus: Asmo had pretty beautiful dreams, but there was one where Asmo walked into his room and saw Lilith checking out his vanity where he had his make up, and his huge mirror. She turned and smiled at Asmo, “Just as beautiful as I remembered.” Was what she said and Asmo went over to her and hugged her close. “Lilith, you’re gonna make my mascara run!” “Well then we can fix that.” Asmo proceeded to sit at the vanity and had Lilith do his make up, applying eyeliner, mascara, eyeshadow, foundation, not necessarily in that order, and talking about how Asmo had been. Asmo was happy talking about himself and reminiscing about memories with Lilith. When she was done with him, she showed Asmo his face, and he was in love with his beautiful face. But then, suddenly, the tears started coming. “I... miss you, Lili... so much.” She kissed his cheek and smiled. “I miss you too, Asmo, when you wake up, strut like you have never strut before, and be fierce for the both of us. I love you so much.” “I love you too, Lili.” Asmo said as he woke up, in complete darkness, but his eyes felt wet. He lifted his sleep mask and realized he had been crying behind it while he was asleep. He felt mixed, happy because Lilith came to him and glad to see her, but sad because Lilith wasn’t on this plane of existence anymore... and he knew the face she put on him wasn’t there anymore.

Beelzebub: Beel was dreaming about going to the fridge for a midnight snack, and he found someone already in the fridge. He gasped as Lilith revealed herself from behind the open fridge, Beel suddenly lost his appetite and just hugged her, apologizing for not saving her, for not being strong enough to save her. But she just held him and stopped him apologizing. “I wouldn’t have wanted Belphie to die, you two are twins, and no one else could ever replace the other if one of you were gone... It wasn’t your fault.” She said as she held him close. After a good cry, Beel spent the rest of the dream being fed by Lilith. But when Beel woke up, Beel realized he was sleep eating again, and MC was the one who was feeding him. “Are you awake, Beel? You began crying and hugging me tightly... are you okay?” Beel blushed and gave a small smile, “I am now...”

Belphegor: He “wakes up” frantically because he feels someone that he never thought he would feel again, and he was fully prepared to kill whomever was playing such a cruel prank. But there she was, Lilith, just as he remembered her, except no halo over her head. He is overcome with emotions for the first time in a while. He went over to her, but as he went to embrace her, he fell apart, knees gave out as he almost felt her arms wrap around him. He just started sobbing into her shoulder. Lilith held him close and just rubbed his back tenderly, letting him get his emotions out. Eventually, he began to lightly whimper and mumble, “I’m sorry,” repeatedly as he held her back. She just held onto him and stroked his head, comforting him. She proceeds to say that she’s sorry for putting him through such pain, and that she wished that she could have came to him sooner. Belphie felt his embrace to her, and never wanted it to end. But when it did, he felt a bit happier, he was glad that she came to him, and hopes for another dream to see Lilith.

MC: The only time that you actually interacted with her was when she gave you an extra life. So it was good to finally see her again under non-life threatening circumstances. You both hug each other and it was like hugging your grandmother, you felt safe, snug, and loved. You then proceed to talk about everything that has happened after you brought the family back together, and you tell Lilith about all the shenanigans they got you into, meanwhile, she’s laughing, and affirming that those were indeed her brothers. She then proceeds to give you advice on little things to do to make them feel loved, like gently caress Lucifer’s hair when it gets in his face, lean into Mammon’s shoulder, gift Beel a whole goodie basket, get Belphie a gigantic beanbag pillow, you know, little things. You say your goodbyes and she says that she is proud of you for being so strong. You wake up feeling so content, yet sad, cause you wanted to talk to her some more.

[helnjk]

Only Us - F.W.

Fred Weasley x fem!reader

This is for @slytherinsunrise ‘s 1k writing challenge! I’m using the song Only Us from Dear Evan Hansen because it makes my heart go 🥺❤️Congrats on 1k, lovely!! I hope you like it 🧚🏼‍♀️

Word Count: 3k 

Warnings: Mentions of the war, PTSD, angst, non-linear healing, alcohol consumption, hurt/comfort

A/N: The tags make it sound really sad but I promise if you stick with it, it gets better!! Also, listening to the song while reading is: a good idea. 

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The war may have ended, but for Fred, healing was nowhere in sight. 

The nightmares were getting consistently worse. Each night he would jolt awake, sweat coating his forehead and clammy hands grasping for any sort of confirmation that he was fine, George was fine, everyone was safe. It was getting to a point where he could barely reach eight hours of sleep a week, and he could tell it was affecting him in everything he did.

His friends and family constantly sent concerned glances his way, taking note of the bruised color his eye bags were sporting, the shake in his hand, and the heaviness he always seemed to drag along with him. 

“I’m worried for you, mate.” George said one morning, as he found his twin staring blankly at the-by then cold-cup of tea clutched in his hands. He could tell that Fred had been up long before the sun rose, “I think you need a break, a change of scenery, anything really.” 

“I haven’t gotten the faintest idea where I could go, though,” Replied Fred.  

“Think about it,” George urged, but said nothing else on the matter. He settled instead on the rest of his plans for today. 

Instead of taking his twin’s advice, Fred took his twin’s advice. 

He figured since he wasn’t going to be able to get hours in to sleep, might as well use them to numb his pain. A change of scenery was what his twin had recommended after all. Often, he would find himself sneaking out of the flat above the shop, once he knew George was fast asleep, and apparating to the nearest muggle club. 

Something about the reckless atmosphere, the knowledge that all of these people knew nothing of the war that ravaged so many lives, called out to Fred. Here, he could be whoever he wanted to be. He wasn’t some insomniac war-hero with anxiety, he was just Fred. 

Clear the slate and start over

The bass pounding in his ears, sending jolts through his body as he waded through the crowded dance floor, bright flashing lights distorting the faces of the bodies around him, Fred felt more free than he had in a long time. 

His mind was numb, almost empty. It was much too loud and too packed for him to think about anything else except the beat of the music and the heat of the crowd. 

When his thirst became too much, he made his way to the equally crowded bar, signalling the bartender and slapping down some muggle money he had stashed away in his pocket. Something, or rather someone, caught his eye as he reached for whatever was placed in front of him, and all of a sudden his drink and his parched throat were forgotten. 

Y/N. 

Standing at the far corner of the bar, away from the crowd, you stood nursing your drink and swaying slightly to the music. 

You had been in his year when he was at school and you were partners in a few projects, but he hadn't heard from you since he and George left Hogwarts with a bang. He was so entranced with the sight of you, seemingly glowing in the pulsing light, that he almost didn’t notice the jagged scars running down from your temple to your pulse point when you turned his way. 

Without thinking, he made his way towards you. It was almost like a scene from those muggle movies Hermione went on about, the way your eyes locked and how his heart pounded in his chest, almost in time with the beats of the music.

“Fred Weasley, as I live and breathe!” You exclaimed once he was near enough to hear you, throwing your arms up and wrapping him in a tight hug. 

“Y/N,” He said, eyes dancing with amusement at your enthusiasm which was clearly because of the liquor running through your veins, “It’s been too long.” 

“It has,” You agreed with a smile, “Now what’re you doing all the way here in the muggle world? I’ve heard you’ve got yourself a pretty successful joke shop.” 

He shrugged nonchalantly, trying to hide the fact that you caught his attempt at escapism, “Just needed a breather, and what better way to do that in a muggle club? Perfect place to go when I don’t want to know anyone and I don’t want anyone to know me.”

 “Oh I’m sorry! Did you want to be alone? I can sod off, I don’t mind.” You rushed out, going to gather your things and move so that he could have some privacy.

 “Don’t be daft,” He chuckled, putting his drink down and taking a seat next to you, “I was the one who approached you, wasn’t I? Reckon it would be nice to have a chat with an old friend.”

 You quirked an eyebrow at him but didn’t argue, it was nice to see a familiar face after escaping the wizarding world for so long.

 “Alright then, Weasley.” You smiled, looking into his eyes. 

 After that night, Fred couldn’t seem to get you out of his mind. You had changed since he last saw you in school, well, the war had changed everyone, but still he was intrigued. He didn’t mention anything about the scars on your face and you didn’t speak a word about the bags under his eyes or the tremble of his hands. When you were together, it was just the two of you, everything else seemed to just fade into the background. 

 He asked for your owl address and suddenly, you two were exchanging letters daily. You told him how you worked in the muggle world, taking a break from most things magical in an attempt to clear your head from everything that went down in the war. In return, he told you about his near death experience and how it affected him in his everyday life. 

 George took notice of his twin’s change in demeanour. He could tell that the nightmares still plagued him and sometimes sleep still evaded him, but now it seemed like Fred had a skip in his step. The light in his eyes that faded the day he woke up in the hospital bed was slowly starting to filter back in. 

 You often found yourself smiling giddily to yourself whenever the twins’ large barn owl tapped at your window. These letters from Fred were slowly becoming the highlight of your day. Something about them was just so raw, so real, that you couldn’t help but pour your deepest thoughts and feelings into a parchment in reply. 

 Soon, letters turned into coffee dates and surprise appearances at your job to take you out to lunch. Your days were filled with unending laughter and the pit in your stomach was slowly easing up. 

 The first time Fred kissed you, you were outside the door to your flat. He wore a slightly bashful expression and a blush slowly creeped up his neck. The kiss was sweet and soft and everything you were searching for after the war. You invited him inside after that.  The night was filled with a steady flow of kisses shared on the couch and whispered words of admiration and acceptance. 

 Try to quiet the noises in your head

 “Sometimes I’m afraid that I’ll never be the person I used to be,” Fred spoke up one night as you were wrapped in his arms and he trailed soft touches along your arm. It was a peaceful evening, the both of you content with basking in the presence of the other. 

 You shifted slightly in his arms to get a better look at him. His gaze was unfocused, “What do you mean?” 

 “The war took so much from me and everyone I love,” He elaborated, “I used to be so reckless, act first think later. My main goal in life was to make people laugh, to bring happiness to their days. Now I don’t know if I can ever fully be happy myself. It’s hard when the nightmares and the anxiety are holding me back.” 

 You took a deep breath, “Do you know how I got these scars?” 

 His eyes shifted towards you, running along the white and slightly puckered flesh along the side of your face. He shook his head, no. It hadn’t been a topic he wanted to bring up in fear of offending you, and you hadn’t really acknowledged them either. 

 “I’m muggleborn. The war was tough when basically the whole world was trying to track you down and take you away,” He hummed in agreement, knowing first hand what it felt like to go into hiding, not knowing what the next day would bring, “Greyback and his group found me eventually.” 

 Fred sucked in a breath at the mention of the werewolf, but you shook your head with a small smile gracing your lips, “I’m tough. I got away as quickly as I could, but not before he gave me these to remember him by.” 

 In a flash, Fred had pulled you on top of him, making sure to wrap his arms securely around you. You let out a surprised gasp at the sudden movement, but made no move to escape his grasp. He peppered kisses all along your scars, not leaving one inch of the skin uncovered. 

 You sighed contentedly when he finished, leaning your head against his chest, “The war changed all of us, simple as that. I don’t think we’ll ever be the same people we were before. I still get freaked out when I have to sleep alone at night, and I tend to double and triple check if all the locks and wards are in place, but when I’m with you everything seems to melt away.” 

 The silence was so deafening that you were afraid that he could hear your heart hammering in your chest. You had never really voiced any of these concerns outloud before, and you were afraid that you’d said too much. 

 “The only times I’ve ever been able to quiet my mind after the war are when I’m with you.” He says this so factually, but so quietly that you almost didn’t hear it. He doesn’t wait for you to reply, “I can see a future with you, and I haven’t been able to see a future for myself in a long time.” 

 The two of you lapsed into silence, taking comfort in the presence of the other, and no other words needed to be said. 

 You don't have to be scared you're not enough

'Cause what we've got going is good

 Slowly, things seemed to fall into place. Fred began enjoying once again the creative process that the shop demanded, throwing himself into collaborative work with his twin. You were getting more and more confident integrating magic and the wizarding world back into your life. Of course, you still loved your muggle job but you had missed the thrill and ease that the magical world brought into your life. 

 A routine formed between the two of you as well, slowly incorporating more and more time spent together until you finally decided to move in together. 

 The first time you had woken up because of a garbled shout, your heart almost burst out of your chest. You hadn’t realized you were reaching for your wand until you saw the culprit of the sound. Fred was sat up beside you and you could see his silhouette running a hand through his hair.

 You were quick to notice his stuttering breath and the sheen of sweat coating his forehead. Silently, you sat up and shuffled closer to him, leaning your head against his shoulder. The moonlight filtered through the window, casting a shadow on his face, but you could see the gears turning in his head. 

 “I’m sorry,” He muttered after long minutes of silence.

 “You have nothing to apologize for,” You whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to his neck, “I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” 

 “I just feel like they’re never going to leave me alone, the nightmares,” You heard him mumble, “And I don’t wanna drag you through this shit with me.” 

 You snake your arms around him, pulling him to you with his head resting on your chest and beginning to rake your fingers through his hair before speaking again, “You’re not making me do anything love. I’m here, you’re okay, we’re okay, and that’s all that needs to matter right now. We’re in this together, remember?” 

 “Together,” He echoed, burying his face in your chest and taking all the reassurance he could get from your body so close to his. 

 The next time you panic as the sun sets and your flat turns dark, he’s there to hold your hand  and reassure you that he’s there and you’re safe. He lets you double and triple check all the windows and doors, and presses a mug of calming tea into your hands when you’ve tired yourself out. 

 You’re found curled up on the couch, grasping the warmth that the cup of tea provides, and he drapes a blanket over your chilly legs. 

 “C’mon then, make some room for me,” He says gently, and you scoot over enough for him to take a seat beside you.

 “Sorry,” You murmur, still clutching at your mug of tea, eyes slightly glazed over, “I know it’s a lot to deal with when I get like this.” 

 “Nonsense, love,” He says, pressing a kiss to your temple, “If I get to wake you up in the middle of the night because of a nightmare, then you have all the right to make sure we’re safe before we settle in for the night.” 

 The two of you sit in silence, Fred’s calming presence slowly easing you out of your stupor and your heart begins to slow. That night, he carries you up to bed and tucks you in once he notices that your eyes have shut and your breath evens out on the couch. 

 You learn each other’s ins and outs, what makes him tick and what makes you laugh. It’s a slow process, but you could see a light at the end of the tunnel. 

 The war and all of its casualties begin to seem further and further away, the more the both of you learn to live with your own demons and eventually let them go. 

 You and me

That's all that we need it to be

And the rest of the world falls away

 “Oi! If it isn’t the bird that’s caught my brother’s fancy!” 

 A smile stretched across your face as you entered the brightly colored shop and heard the familiar baritone of your boyfriend’s twin. You heard him before you saw him, up on the second floor, leaning against the banister with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. 

 “Hey George,” You called up to him, “Fred in?” 

 “Of course you’re only concerned about dear old Freddie, got no time for a chat for little old me?” He teased, making his way down to you and giving you a friendly embrace.

 You laughed lightly as you returned the gesture, “I’ll always have time for you George, but your brother’s supposed to be on his lunch break right now and I wanted to try that new restaurant that’s opened up down the street.” 

 “Oi, Freddie! Your bird’s here to whisk you away from doing any actual work around here!” He called out, which made you laugh even harder, and then turned to face you again, “Don’t forget, because mum won’t let me hear the end of it if you do, but you’re invited to lunch this Sunday! The whole family’s excited to meet you.” 

 You nodded your head just as Fred poked his head out of the door leading to the back office, “Here already love? Give me a mo’ and I’ll be right out.” 

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 The moment your feet touched the ground outside of The Burrow on Sunday, your heart began to race. The unique house, held up by mostly magic no doubt, seemed to loom over the pair of you, and suddenly all your fears came rushing back.

 It was a gorgeous day out, the fields surrounding the house seemed to glow in the sunlight. Laughter and conversation flowed through the open windows, and you could see glimpses of silhouettes moving around inside, but you were suddenly unable to take a step forward. 

 Fred was absolutely beaming beside you, it was the first time he had been back at the Burrow since he met you, and he couldn’t wait to introduce you to everyone. They had all been curious about the girl who was able to get him out of his rut and teach him how to live again.

 He noticed your hesitation though, and gently took your hand. 

 “You alright love?” He asked, rich brown eyes locking with yours. 

 “Just nervous,” You admitted, “Don’t know how they’re going to feel about me when they take a look at my face and see that I’m literally and figuratively scarred.” 

 These insecurities had plagued your mind the duration of the week leading up this moment. Fred was loving and kind and looked past all of your imperfections, but old habits die hard and they rear their ugly heads at just the right moment. 

 As if he could read your mind, he took your face gently in his hands, thumbs gliding over skin and reassuring you with his gaze, “I love you, and my family will love you too. We’re in this together, remember? You and me.” 

 Just like when you had first reencountered each other at the dimly lit club, the whole world seemed to fade around you and you leaned into his touch. Here was the man who held your heart in his hands, who bared his soul out to you and learned how to heal with you. Nothing could get in the way of how deeply you felt for him. 

 You took a shuddering breath and nodded your head. It would be okay. You were with Fred, and he was all you needed. 

 Grateful for the most beautiful soul in front of you, you pressed a sweet kiss on his lips, “I love you too. Together.”

[vemuabhi]

I Ship Us - Oikawa Tooru

“Today might be the chance to grasp the chance to let your talent bloom. Maybe tomorrow, the day after, or next year… Maybe even when you’re thirty. I’m not sure if physique has anything to do with it, but if you think that it will never come, it probably never will.”

– Oikawa Tooru

Annyong Haseyo!! The summer event of @tooweirdforyou​ is open, Please join it if you can! This is my part for it. Damn this is my first time writing for Haikyuu and I am so happy to write for this event and also for Oikawa. I have a thing for jerks. and he is becoming one of my favourite jerks.

Pairing : Oikawa Tooru X Fem! Reader

Word count : 1.8K

Warnings : None, its all fluff

Summary : Oikawa never forgot you from your first meeting. After days, he meets you again in a beach. Will he be lucky enough to ask you out?

A/N : I head canon Oikawa as a mess when he is in front of his crush. so... I’m sorry if its too OOC. Please give this one shot a try!

I was listening to Butter by BTS and Trust me I love it!! Its released today and I am so smitten by it. Please give it a shot, you wont regret it.

“Iwa chan, I told you we could win todays match”, Oikawa wiped the sweat off his neck with the white towel in his hands.

Today Aoba Johsai had a practice match with Fukuoka Gakuen and Oikawa lead the team to the victory. The sky turned into the beautiful orange colour and the team decided to go home for the day.

Oikawa ran towards Iwazumi and placed his arm around his shoulders. “So let me continue the story from before Iwa chan, that fan was so into me and wanted to date me and I-”

“Um, excuse me”, A voice made Oikawa to stop his story for which Iwazumi was greatful. They turned around and saw you. Your eyes lit up seeing them so close. Especially that adorable player that you always admired for a long while. The captain realised you were a fangirl instantly as he saw the stars in your eyes.

Oikawa stepped towards you and said, “Ah, I’m sorry but, I am tired and can’t give you my sign right now”

“Actually, I didn’t come here to get your sign but, Iwazumi Hajime san’s”, you replied and Oikawa froze in his place while Iwazumi’s eyes widened. It was the first time where a person came towards him to take his sign and the first one who straight up said it to Oikawa, who always teased Iwa having no fans.

You went towards Iwazumi and took his sign, while all this time, Oikawa stayed like a stone. You smiled widely looking at the sign and after thanking him, you left. Iwazumi looked at Oikawa who was still staring at your back as you walked away. That was the first time, Oikawa felt his heart skip a beat for something outside Volleyball.

“Oye! DumbassKawa!! What happened?”, he said shaking him rigorously. The setter turned to his friend and saw the proud smile on his face.

“So, now you can’t say I don’t have any fans ShittyKawa”, he said and then saw that his captain’s cheeks turned red like a tomato. “Iwa chan, I don’t know why but, my heart is beating like crazy fast”, he confessed. Iwazumi understood what happened immediately and chuckled, making his captain even more confused.

“Wha… What happened Iwa chan? Why are you laughing?”, he asked without any clue. Iwazumi turned to him and said, “Looks like someone got a crush”. Then it hit Oikawa like a ton of bricks. He was definitely in many, like many relationships and just got dumped that morning. But it didn’t affect him in any way. ‘So… this is how a having a crush feels like’, he thought.

“And… don’t even make me mention those red cheeks of yours DumbKawa”, Oikawa’s thoughts were broken as Iwazumi stated and walked away from him.

“Ah!! Iwa chan! Wait for me”, the setter ran behind his best friend to catch up with him. But he wondered how to even see you again? Would you even appear before him? He didn’t even knew your name nor your high school name. He sighed and walked towards his house after he and Iwazumi took separate paths.

Even after many days, Oikawa didn’t forget about you but he didn’t let this bother his concentration towards the game. As they won another match, the volleyball team decided to go to beach to celebrate their win.

The gang went to the beach after dropping their bags in the hotel. They were so hyped up when they saw the beach before them. They all got chaotic and played in the water. As some of them played with a beach ball.

That night after having a great meal, everyone slept peacefully except for one. Oikawa couldn’t sleep, so he left the place and started to walk in the beach aimlessly. The beauty of the beach increased much more at night. It was calmer and peaceful, which lacked in Oikawa’s life as he was always surrounded by cheers and claps.

As he walked he caught a glimpse of a person eating Popsicle. A lady, when he observed carefully. It could be because of his footsteps that made him to have eye contact with yours. His eyes widened at your sight, his heart started to beat faster and his cheeks turned red. This was so unexpected and he didn’t even imagine running into you here. He almost searched every high school he went for matches. Hoping you’d be in any and would come to meet Iwazumi again.

You recognised him and muttered, “Aoba Johsai Oikawa?!”, the moment he heard his name coming from your lips, he had to take even deeper breaths to maintain posture and not faint because you were here for real.

“You okay?”, you enquired as you moved closer to him as he seemed like in pain to you. He nodded his head and gave you a small smile. ‘TALK TO HER!!!!’, his head was exploding but, for the first time in life, Oikawa couldn’t talk.

“Great then. Need company captain?”, you asked and placed the Popsicle near your lips and stared at the sea.

He took the chance and stood beside you. ‘AHHH!!! She called me Captain! That’s so adorable! What should I talk? How should I talk’, his mind and heart were playing games with him till you initiated a conversation.

“Do you wanna have this?”, you asked as you offered him another popsicle which you had in your bag. He stayed still and didn’t answer making it awkward. Actually he was a mess, he didn’t even believe his eyes. You, his first and the biggest crush was now offering him a Popsicle.

“So… you don’t want?”, you raised an eyebrow at him as you started to pull your hand away but he stopped you.

“Wait!! I’ll take it!” he exclaimed as he looked into your eyes. You chuckled and handed him the Popsicle. He couldn’t even think properly now. ‘Ah great! I messed up’, he thought as he looked the sand underneath him.

“Its beautiful isn’t it”, you said and his eyes landed on you. He followed your gaze to the sea and smiled softly.

“Its peaceful and calming, that’s why I like the ocean so much. At night its beauty even increases”, you said making his smile even wider, because he thought the same.

“Especially the stars make it even prettier”, at last he said a proper sentence without messing up making you turn towards him. “That’s what I thought too”, you smiled at him not knowing, how much of an effect you had on him.

“So, what are you doing here?”

“Ah! My… My team won a match and we thought of celebrating so we came here. We will leave after a couple of days though… what are you doing here? Isn’t it dangerous this late at night”, he enquired wanting to know the answer. But internally he was grateful to meet you here.

“My friend’s brother had a beach wedding yesterday and she invited me too. I’ll leave tomorrow though. So I thought to look at the beach one more time before I left”, you answered and continued, “Maybe I really should go back now”, you said looking back at the hotel and he didn’t fail to notice it too.

“Let… let me drop you”, he said and walked with you towards the hotel. Still eating the Popsicle. “You people are really amazing players Oikawa san”, you said taking your last bite of the ice pop.

He heard this compliment from many people, but yours made a difference to him. He was on cloud nine when you said that.

“Thanks. May... I ask for your name”, he desperately needed to know about you.

“I’m Y/N L/N”, you replied making him light up.

“So, L/N san, Can I ask you what place you study at?”, he wanted to get as many answers as possible. Because he was scared. Scared that you may not appear again.

“Ah, its Fukuoka Gakuen, the place where we first met. Maybe you don’t remem-”

“I Remember!!! So, that was your high school”, he cursed himself for not guessing it, or even asking advice from Iwa chan.

“Woah! I’m surprised that you do”, you said as you gave him acknowledged look making him blush and smile at the same time as he ate the last bite of his ice pop.

“Ah, So… We are here”, you said as you stopped at the entrance of the hotel and but he got dejected at how soon you guys reached the place and how he had to let you go now.

“Thanks for accompanying me Oikawa san”, you said and walked towards the hotel. But suddenly you felt a strong grip on your wrist making you stop and look back. Oikawa was looking down but was trying to say something. His grip was strong but wasn’t harsh or hurting.

“Y/N san, do you think, if I come to your school, will you meet me?”, he didn’t look at you as he asked that.

Your heart skipped a beat when you heard it but, you had to reply, “Why does the Mr. Popular want to even meet me?”, you asked only for him to get closer to you. You knew he was taller than you, but… with him this close, you couldn’t avoid noticing that. You realised how the articles about him were all true on how handsome and well-built he was.

Oikawa looked deep into your eyes and replied, “I never once forgot about you from the day we met. Trust me, I wanna take you out. I’m worried if I even will get another chance, so please tell me”, it seemed more like pleading in the end.

You gulped and nodded, “I’ll meet you, if you come to my school”, and failing to hide your blush you covered your face with your other hand. He lit up and thanked you. After he let your hand go, he tricked you to give your number to him by using puppy eyes at you. Damn it was impossible for you to say no to him at that point.

He waited for you to get into the hotel before walking towards his hotel. He felt warmth in his heart as he looked at your number in his phone. And you also felt your heart beat becoming faster as you thought about him.

The next day you did get a text from him telling you to save his number too. And from then you messaged each other. And after 4 days he even came to your school to meet you. Damn you got stares from many people but neither you nor he cared, because it was turning into something just as the beautiful as the sea view you saw together.

You both walked side by side with each other as he sneakily slid his hand into yours and linked fingers together. When you gave him a questioning gaze, he just smiled brightly and walked ahead. “I ship us”, he murmured making you blush even more. It was definitely turning into something beautiful.

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I saw this ask a long time ago and now got to it I'm sorry

Nami, Robin and Vivi Relationship HCs!

(Y/N is gender neutral for this)

Miss Nami:

👑 Nami is feisty and because of that she's quite protective over Y/N! If someone comes up to them and starts bothering them in any way, shape or form you can expect her to start yelling at the person or throw something at them

"HEY! BACK AWAY FROM MY Y/N!"

👑 Whatever she gets in terms of food, she'll share with her partner- except drinks, don't get me wrong if it's a juice or something sweet she would let her partner have a sip, but regardless she would share.

"Would you like to try some hun? It's really good~!"

👑 Nicknames! She would definitely use nicknames, the only time she would say Y/N's name is when there's real danger or they are in deep emotional turmoil- by this I mean panic attacks, major stress resulting in word vomiting, etc.

Specific nicknames: Hun, Baby/Baby Boy/Babygirl, Sweetheart and Sunshine

👑 Y/N is the only person who can touch Nami's legs, she quite likes it because for once she knows the touch is gentle and coming from a nice place. Touch her leg while sitting next to her and talking to someone, she'll giggle and lean into Y/N a bit with a small blush.

👑 She doesn't care about PDA honestly, she loves it all! Handholding, gentle kisses on the hands, kissing in front of people- her favorite thing is going shopping with her s/o and kissing her partner in front of guys as if saying 'sorry boys, I'm taken.'

👑 Will definitely come to Y/N when she needs to calm down. Like I said, she's feisty but we all know she's a hothead as well, so if some bullshit arises she'll storm off to them. She would definitely rant about what's going on and would ask for cuddles. If her partner isn't very affectionate, she would ask for advice.

👑 I think she would accidentally rub her perfume off on Y/N because of hugs and stuff, she doesn't mean to but if her s/o doesn't like it she'll be more careful and cautious as to how much she puts on.

Miss Robin: Ugh I love this woman

🌹I've seen a lot of people write that she would read with her s/o, but I want to take it a step further and say that she would read to her s/o no matter the type of book it is. If she's reading erotica, she would absolutely tease her s/o and read extra loud.

"Ahem..SHE SPANKED MY ASS LIKE-"

"ROBIN NO!!"

🌹Though she's very calm and collected, she has a very playful side and would often prank her s/o! She would phase through the wall or floor and suddenly grab their leg or arm, making them jump and squeak. No harm at all, but if her s/o doesn't like being spooked, she would do something else relating to puns.

Robin: "Y/N come quick!"

Y/N runs over, panting "WHAT IS IT!?"

Robin: "The water is running!!" She points to the various shoes on the floor with cups of water in them, once she sees how done Y/N is she giggles

🌹Robin doesn't mind PDA, but nothing too much. She would blush in public if Y/N suddenly kissed her cheek or her lips, but she would turn bright red if they said something very sweet of very dirty in her ear right after the kiss.

🌹She would use nicknames! She's very formal sometimes so she definitely will say Y/N's name a bit.

Specific nicknames: Darling, Sweetheart, Beautiful/Handsome and My Rose

🌹She knows when her s/o is hiding something, she's a trained assassin she knows how people work. There's no use in hiding things from her, however she won't poke and pry at them- she wants her partner to trust her and she doesn't want to overstep any boundaries.

🌹She loves, loves, LOVES cuddles! I see her as someone who is a bit touch starved and thus she wouldn't mind any place to cuddle. Her absolute favorite spot is her s/o in her arms as she reads under her umbrella outside. Something soft and serene, she would kiss them on the top of their head if they were asleep <3

🌹I feel like she would absolutely love playing board games! Chess, checkers, Candyland you name it. She would play with everyone or her s/o. I think she would use it as a destresser, she can talk deeply with someone about what's going on in her head.

Miss Vivi:

🎀 Vivi is a very brave and determined princess with a heart of gold, she would want her s/o to know that they can always count on her for anything.

🎀 She will always make time for her partner no matter what's going on with her country, she would prefer to take them to a quiet place for them both to relax and enjoy each other's company- take her to the beach at sunset, she would melt into her partners arms instantly.

🎀 If her s/o is an adventurer, she would want to hear their stories! No matter how big or small, the fact that her s/o did that would blow her mind.

🎀 I feel like she knows how to bake because her favorite food is pudding. She would definitely bring a basket of goodies to her s/o all the time when they meet up, making sure that they were ones that they liked.

🎀 Since she is a princess, she would have a ton of royal duties and thus would be stressed a bit. Dont worry she can handle it, but when she is she would love physical affection of any sort from her partner. I feel like she would start ranting about something and her s/o would pull her into a dance despite no music playing. Foreheads touching and being held close, how romantic <3

🎀 She would give her partner something according to their hobbies! If they loved art, she would ask what they loved doing most and supplying them the supplies. If they were a crafter, she would want to do stuff with you like make a bracelet or help with a big project her s/o was doing.

🎀 I feel like she would write letters to her s/o if she or they were on a trip. She would have lovely handwriting and would enclose something small with each letter- a petal, a pearl, a shell she found on the beach because it reminds her of them.

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Judgement Day

Pairing: Cato x Male!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Hi! Can you write a super angsty story for a Cato x male reader? One where they both like one another but neither of them is making the first move. Cato is distant because he doesn’t know how to deal with these feelings and male reader takes this as Cato not liking him. Something happens that makes Cato super jealous and finally confesses to male reader.”

A/N: Y’all don’t understand HOW LONG I’ve been waiting for someone to ask me to write for Cato. Like, this man could choke me out with his biceps and I would probably thank him. Please ask me for more Hunger Games things when my requests open back up!

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Cato had always known that he was going to end up a tribute. He’d been raised to be a survivor and trained to be a winner. He’d fought and clawed his way through District Two’s Tribute Academy to earn the right to Volunteer when he turned eighteen uncontested, and he’d never once doubted his choice.

Never once, until he was on the train to the Capitol watching the videos of the other Districts’ Reapings and saw you for the first time. You hadn’t been from one of the Career Districts like Cato, but instead of looking weak or scared as you took your place on the stage the way many of the past tributes from most of the outlying districts always did, you merely looked resolute- acknowledging that you may not be coming back, but determined to go down fighting.

The resilient spark that he had seen in your eyes haunted him throughout the rest of the ride into the Capitol.

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Cato’s thoughts had been torn away from you when he was handed over to his stylists, but his attention had snapped right back to you when he saw you before the tribute parade. He’d known that he looked brutal in his golden armor and shining headdress, but somehow your stylists had made you look striking in a way that was both strong and beautiful and altogether different from him. 

They’d taken the color palette of autumn trees (Lumber was the specialty for District Seven, so that made sense) and cut miniscule leaves out of the fabric, sewing and weaving them together in a way that made the long cape that flowed from your shoulders look like they’d been caught a breeze right from the forest and bound it to you. In a strange way, Cato could almost relate to that thought. The rest of your outfit was a dusky brown with thick ridges and swirls marked into the fabric to make it look like the rough bark of a tree, leaving you and your District partner looking like the very embodiments of autumn as you stepped up into the carriage pulled by a pair of bay horses, their coats shining a brilliant crimson as the bright lights hit them.

Cato had had to drag his eyes away from you when his and Clove’s chariot lurched into motion.

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When training had started, Cato had already begun to suspect that he felt something for you, though he thought it was merely an attraction. He was proven wrong when his heart lurched in his chest when one of the trainers had you trapped in a wrestling hold, wrenching your feet up off the ground and slamming you backward onto the hard training mat.

He knew in the back of his mind that you weren’t in any real danger yet (the trainers were there to help you all stand a chance in the arena, not kill you before the Games even started after all), but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t positively fuming at the fact that someone had dared to put their hands on you. He shoved his way past the couple of other tributes that’d been lined up at the wrestling station, holding your gaze as you pushed yourself back to your feet. He looked back to the trainer in front of him when you shook out of your daze and made your way to the back of the line.

Cato grinned as the trainer lowered into a fighting stance in front of him, quickly launching himself into the match. He managed to duck out of the way of the trainer’s grappling pretty easily, having gone through much more intense training back in his District anyway. He kept his distance when he could, keen azure eyes waiting for any opening- there. 

He moved immediately upon realizing that the trainer was favoring his left leg, moving quickly to knock him off balance and then throwing him hard to the mat, pinning him face-down against the stiff plastic. Cato let a self-satisfied grin slip onto his face as he moved to get off of the trainer, the corners of his lips twitching up ever higher as he met your awed (e/c) eyes and suddenly he found himself hoping that the line between the two of you and the mat never moved again.

“That was incredible,” you told Cato as he came to stand behind you in the line and the blond had to fight back a smile at the fact that you were speaking to him for the first time.

“If you thought that was impressive, you should see what I can do with a sword.” He winced internally, knowing that while that sort of thing mattered where he was from, you probably wouldn’t find it nearly as awe-inspiring. You’d probably just be afraid of him.

You just chuckled and Cato’s hope was restored. “Well, no offense, but I’d just as soon not be on the other end of a blade from you.”

Cato laughed, a little relieved that you hadn’t taken his thoughtless remark as a threat. “That’s probably a good idea,” he grinned. “Really though, I’m not too bad. It’s Clove you’ve gotta watch out for,” he nodded toward his District partner, wincing when one of the throwing knives she was using struck the target with deadly precision.

“Thanks for the advice,” you muttered, eyes wide as you watched her throw again from across the room.

Cato opened his mouth, struggling to come up with something to say. “Uh, what about you?”

“What about me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow as you looked up at the blond.

He shrugged, looking away sheepishly and hoping you couldn’t see the ghost of a blush forming on his cheeks, “What’re you good at? Clove’s got her knives and I’ve got swords and spears. What’s your thing?”

Your brows furrowed as you looked away, clearly deep in thought. You brightened, grinning at him as you cocked your head toward the throwing station. Cato watched curiously as you picked up a throwing axe, tossing it idly between your hands. “It’s a little different the way we do it back in District Seven, but it’s a good way to have some fun once the work day is over.” He watched as you pulled back, the axe turning head over handle as you released it, the sharp end of the head sinking deep into the target with a loud thud, nearly as precisely as his District partner.

“Holy shit, that was cool,” he murmured, smug satisfaction settling in his chest as you flushed at the praise. “What else do they teach you out there in the woods?” he prodded, hoping you’d open up about yourself now that he’d gotten you talking.

You opened your mouth to speak, but cut yourself off as the bell to signal the end of the training day chimed. “Ask me tomorrow and find out.”

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Just as you’d asked, Cato met up with you as soon as you made your way down into the training room the next morning and you showed him many of the other things that growing up in District Seven had taught you. In exchange, he helped train you in a few different methods of hand-to-hand combat.

With all the time the two of you were spending together, it was no wonder that he’d grown quite fond of you, something that he’d struggled to hide, even during his televised interview.

Caesar Flickerman, dressed this year in a gaudy shade of blue, had shaken his hand warmly and guided him to sit in one of the chairs situated before the massive audience. A few minutes of meaningless banter passed before Caesar finally asked a question that threw Cato for a loop. “So,” he had started, wide blue eyes fixed on the blond and hands clasped in front of him, “Is there anyone that’ll be in the Arena that makes you nervous?”

Retrospectively, he knew that Caesar had been asking whether there was anyone he was worried about facing, but in that moment the only face that came to mind was yours. “(M/N),” he’d answered reflexively, scrambling to backtrack as soon as your name had left his lips. “The boy from District Seven, I mean. We’ve spent some time together during training. He’s good; he’ll put up a good fight in the Arena, no matter who he’s up against.”

Caesar had caught on to his hesitation and, in true interviewer fashion, had to probe further. “You’ve spent time together?”

Cato schooled his expression back into the nonchalance that his mentors had wanted him to show, forcing himself back to the effortless confidence he was meant to exude. “We talked. Sparred some. He showed me some things he knew and I showed him some that I did.” He forced himself to laugh, “Of course, I still have plenty of tricks up my sleeve, so it’ll still be a hell of a show.”

Caesar had laughed, making a few more jokes to the audience and shaking his hand again for the innumerable cameras before dismissing him.

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Cato forced himself to sit through the next few Districts’ interviews with relative indifference, but then it was your turn and Cato had to force himself not to visibly perk up, though his eyes remained fixed on you. 

Caesar greeted you the same way he had the rest of the tributes and guided you back to the interviewee’s chair, setting into his wheel of questions easily. Cato had nearly tuned out your interview entirely when one question in particular caught his attention. “Is there anyone special waiting for you back home?” Caesar had asked, leaning forward like he was expecting some juicy gossip. “A handsome boy like you must have a girlfriend waiting for you, right?”

You’d flushed, the brilliant red of your embarrassed blush bright enough to even be seen on the huge screens the interview was being projected up on. “No, uh, no girlfriend.”

“Seriously?” Caesar had asked disbelievingly. “Surely, there must be a girl-”

“No,” You’d protested, raising your hands defensively, “I’m actually, um,” you’d turned your gaze to your lap so you could avoid his eyes, “I’m attracted to boys.”

Caesar let out a noise of understanding, sitting back in his chair and shooting the audience a knowing look. “If that’s the case, allow me to revise my question, is there anyone back home that you’re interested in?’

“Back home? No,” you shook your head, offering Caesar a polite smile. Cato could tell that Caesar had been about to push you for more details when the buzzer went off, signaling that they had run out of time to question you. The interviewer looked slightly off-put, but he had to abide by the rules so he shook your hand for the cameras and sent you off.

Something about your interview had left a bad taste in Cato’s mouth, so as soon as you’d retaken your place in line and your District partner had made her way up onto the stage Cato found himself storming down the line of tributes until he reached you, grabbing the front of your shirt and dragging you close enough that, though it looked like he was snarling an insult at you to anyone else, only you could hear him asking you to meet him on the roof that night. When you gave him a barely perceptible nod, he released you, shoving hard on your shoulders for show before making his way back to his place, a frustrated grimace on his face.

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The interviews ended late, but the Capitol was still in an uproar even later into the night when you finally made your way up into the rooftop garden where Cato had been waiting for you. He turned to face you as soon as the elevators slid open, azure eyes reflecting the lights of the city as you came to stand beside him, looking out over the city.

He was quiet for a long moment as he stared out over the horizon, but eventually forced himself to speak. “I don’t want to be here,” he said finally, chancing a look over at you. “I thought I did. I mean, I Volunteered and everything, but it just didn’t feel real until now.”

“What changed?” you asked.

Cato wasn’t really sure that he knew the answer until he thought back to the way he felt after your interview. The burning ache that your words had left in his chest had been jealousy and the way he hadn’t been able to take his mind off of you since he’d first seen the recording of your Reaping had been far more than just an attraction. Finally, like the sun peeking out of the clouds after a heavy rain, the answer dawned on him. “I did.” He bit out a laugh, “I met someone, and it made me realize how much the Games were going to take from me before I even realized what I was going to lose.”

“Clove is a lucky girl,” you mused, taking a seat near the railing around the edge of the roof. “Or is it that girl from Twelve? You might have to compete with that bakery boy for her, but you seem like you’d be more her type than him anyway…”

Cato turned to look at you curiously, “It’s not a girl.”

You seemed surprised, but you were quick to shrug it off. “Then maybe you’re after the bakery boy yourself, then? Or what’s-his-name from One?”

“Nope,” Cato hummed, grinning a little as he dropped down to sit next to you. He remained quiet for a moment, clearly entertained by the way you were seemingly running through the list of other tributes in your head. “Y’know,” he started after a moment, “It would be a lot easier for me to tell you that I have feelings for you if you were to stop guessing every other tribute.”

His words seemed to stop you in your tracks and he couldn’t stop the grin that threatened to take over his features as you stared back at him in surprise, eyes wide and mouth slightly open, like you’d been about to suggest another name. “M-me?” you forced out eventually.

Cato laughed, nodding. “Sorry, I made it weird, didn’t I?” He huffed, turning his attention back to the galaxy of lights spread out below you, “I just-” he shrugged, “I didn’t want to go into the Arena tomorrow without telling you how I felt. You don’t have to worry about saying no; it’s not going to make me target you or anything. I’ve already asked the rest of my alliance to leave you alone, so you don’t really have us to worry about.”

“What if I wasn’t going to tell you no?” Your voice was steady, even and contemplative, even though what you were talking about could give the both of you a major Achilles heel in the Arena in just a few hours.

Cato jerked around to face you, visibly stunned by your words. “What?!”

“What if I liked you back?” you prompted, turning to meet his gaze. “Would it change anything anyway? We’re from two different Districts; we’ve got a worse chance than the wanna-be lovers from Twelve.”

Cato sighed; he knew that you had a point. No matter how much you liked one another, you were still going to be thrown into the Arena and be expected to kill each other. “I don’t care,” he said finally, determined blue eyes meeting yours, “I don’t care if I only get a few days or a few hours. I just want to be with you, even if I only get a little while.”

You looked torn and Cato couldn’t blame you. On the one hand, being able to be with someone who liked you a lot would be great, but it would hurt more when one of you was killed in the Arena, but forcing yourself to stay away from the person that held your heart? Cato was sure the not-knowing would kill him.

After a moment, you nodded and Cato felt the weight in his chest that’d been dragging at him lighten, if only a little. You scooted closer to him, letting him wrap his arms around you and press a kiss to the top of your head before turning back to watch the lights of the city before you again.

Cato knew that there was no way he could promise you forever, not when you were about to get thrown headlong into a bloodbath, but he could promise you that he would be here to hold you in his arms until the sun began to rise and that, even as the canons sounded to start the Seventy-Fourth Annual Hunger Games, he would be praying for a miracle that would allow him to stay with you.