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I off-handedly mentioned Leo Tsukinaga could be my brother (even though i have dark hair, dark eyes, and tan skin in the summer (perks of being white hispanic)) bc my half-brother is ginger and my little brother has green eyes and then I wanted to figure out what other characters could theoretically be my siblings!! (Based on genetics and what my siblings look like, not who looks most like me. I've got 5 siblings so a bit of diversity)

Also, everyone assumes I'm Asian so that won't be an issue

Ofc, Leo, but also Chiaki, Tetora, and Midori could pass. Midori reminds me a lot of my younger brother (except my younger brother has darker hair). I'll take some liberties with hair colors and say Jun could as well. I always subconsciously thought he could. Also, he kinda reminds me of my brothers in attitude LSKJD

Mika ofc (not because I'm biased or anything, totally hahahaa) no, but, fr. My family has a history of horrid cowlicks so Mika fits in great SLKDJ. No history of heterochromia (as far as I know; the grandparents have a history of infidelity)

I imagine Koga looks like my friend (who might as well be my little brother even though he's older than me) so we'll add him to the list. Also my friend doesn't look like me, but we could be half-siblings or something LSKDJ

Mitsuru and Tomoya are some of the most believable. My brothers had light hair that turned darker over time and my mom has light hair (i think she was blonde before she was older, but idk)

I could be delusional, but I think Arashi could be my sister. Especially if she bleaches her hair (I'm pretty sure she does since I've seen the difference, but I'm too lazy to read about her rn to double check)

I think Madara could make a believable brother as well.

Out of enstars, I think Tomoya, Mika, Jun, or Midori could be convincing brothers (Mika doesn't normally have glasses, but everyone in my family wears glasses so he needs them too)

Now, in TWST, Ace fs. I saw someone mention a Hispanic Ace hc and I just ran with it (Idk why people hc that, but I support it)

Probably Ruggie as well, but I don't have cat ears irl so :( (i also kinda hc he's Hispanic)

That's kinda it from twst (I probably should've chosen an Ace card that shows his face more but look at the little guy!! He's partying!!!)

misc characters would be Light Yagami (since i just finished death note today) and I forgot most of the shows/games i've consumed smh

[nova-moonlight]

𝘋𝘰𝘩𝘸𝘢 𝘉𝘢𝘦𝘬 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦r

Blending into the background is an art form I’ve perfected. While some people seem to thrive on drama, I’ve learned that a quiet, unnoticed existence suits me just fine. In a world where everyone craves the spotlight, I find solace in being the invisible observer.

The classroom buzzed with the usual gossip. “That girl has no self-respect,” one voice sneered. “How can she forget—” Another started, but I’d heard enough. I slid my earbuds in, trying to shut out the whispers, but snippets of their conversation still sliced through. “Behavior… something… small.” It was relentless.

I let my head rest on my desk, eyes partially open, watching Su-ae from the corner of my vision. Honestly, I had to agree with the whispers. How could she stay with Minu, who was more like a distant shadow than a caring boyfriend?

Just as I was drifting into my own thoughts, a commotion nearby drew my attention. Eunhyuk, with his usual air of confidence, was gripping another student’s arm. What was going on? I didn’t care enough to investigate further and settled back into my pretense of sleep.

Being a ghost at school has its perks. I get to watch everyone without ever getting involved. It’s a peaceful existence that I’ve grown to appreciate. At home, though, it’s a different story. My family sees me, sometimes more than I’d like.

I have older twin brothers, Jin-ho and Jin-woo. They’re fiercely protective, though sometimes their way of showing it can be a bit rough. They’ll back me up if I’m in trouble but won’t hesitate to tease me if I step out of line. Despite their tough love, I cherish them deeply.

Our family setup is unconventional. My mom is a high-powered lawyer who brings in the bulk of the money, while my dad is the stay-at-home parent. We’re comfortably off but not rolling in riches, which is why I sought out my own job.

That’s how I ended up working at a nearby convenience store. I slip into my uniform, don my glasses—my trusty disguise—and become just another employee. No one here knows me as the quiet girl from school or the youngest child at home; I’m just me.

Early March

The convenience store is my sanctuary. I slipped into my uniform, feeling the familiar comfort of anonymity. The name tag is the only thing that marks me out here.

“Hey, can you stock the shelves?” my manager called out.

“On it,” I said, grabbing a box and heading to the aisles. Stocking shelves is a calming ritual, a contrast to the noise of my thoughts.

As I worked, a familiar face appeared in the store—Eunhyuk. It was odd to see him here; he didn’t seem like the type to frequent convenience stores. Ra-im was with him, browsing the drinks. I didn’t expect to run into either of them.

“Hey,” Eunhyuk said, catching me off guard. “You work here?”

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to keep my cool. “Looking for something?”

He shook his head. “Just grabbing a snack. Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Small world,” I muttered, turning back to my task. Eunhyuk lingered for a moment, his presence a curious anomaly in my otherwise mundane routine.

“You’re pretty quiet at school,” he remarked.

“Not much to say,” I replied. Why was he even talking to me?

He shrugged. “Fair enough. See you around.”

As he walked away, I couldn’t shake the flicker of curiosity. Eunhyuk is one of those students everyone knows about but doesn’t really interact with unless circumstances align. We’ve shared passing glances and distant nods, but our worlds never really intersected beyond these brief moments. I’m aware of his presence and his reputation, but our connection remains superficial, marked only by our occasional, minimal interactions.

I finished my shift, the encounter long gone from my mind. Home was a familiar chaos. My brothers greeted me with their usual mix of banter and affection.

“Hey, loser,” Jin-ho called out.

“Shut up,” I shot back, grinning despite myself. This was our way of showing we cared.

“Mom’s working late,” Jin-woo said. “Dad’s making dinner.”

“Great,” I replied, heading to the kitchen. My dad’s cooking was always a highlight of the day.

Sitting down for dinner, I felt a rare sense of contentment. Despite the complexities of life, I had a family that cared, a job that provided me with peace, and a quiet existence that was uniquely mine.

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thinking about werewolves

werewolves that find comfort in the moonlight. werewolves who adore the sunlight. werewolves with ptsd from transforming. werewolves being overjoyed after their first transformation. werewolves being open about their fears and loves in their lycanthropy and finding solace in others. turning another as a sign of love, trust, and consent. full moon ceremonies. werewolf body language. werewolf slang blending with human slang. humans who grow up in a pack of werewolves and being practically identical to them. the first time a werewolf is welcomed into their pack. packs of all kinds. hippie packs of werewolves travelling across the country in a van way too small for all of them. a small town gas station run by the local werewolf lady who’s ears perk up and smiles when you walk in. elder werewolves. retirement homes for werewolves. elder werewolves playing and spending time with their grandcubs. werewolves with control over their transformations and live as a constant mix of human and wolf. werewolf coats, mannerisms, traits, and forms differing depending on where they live in the world. city dwelling werewolves. countryside werewolves. backpacking werewolves finding entire towns filled with werewolves and packs and realising that yes, they can find home exactly as they are. werewolf safe havens. famous werewolves using their influence for progressive change. a human and werewolf finding love. cubs playfighting with the human kids in the neighbourhood. werewolves with huge families and all kinds of siblings and elders and cubs. werewolf families having weekly game nights and dinners with their human neighbours. werewolf trait genetics. cubs who have frail fur and short nails and babble instead of bark. cubs who are furry and have fangs and claws and snouts and shrill little howls. werewolf siblings where one appears fully human and the other looks like the family dog and they don’t even notice a difference. coed human and werewolf schools. the football team populated by werewolves. the track team winning national championships every year. the spring play of Beauty and the Beast winning the community vote for best costume design. drama kid werewolves painting sets and getting acrylics and oil paints in their fur. recess being the preschool cubs favourite time of the day—right after lunch of course. night classes for werewolves and insomniac human students. one day the English teacher comes in half transformed and just sighs and calls it a movie day. prom being won by a werewolf and human couple. werewolf outreach groups to help those recently turned. search and rescue werewolves. war dog werewolves. werewolf physical and mental therapists. werewolf astrologists. werewolf clinics. werewolves consenting to their bodies to be used for scientific research when they pass. organ donor werewolves. werewolf scientists working to discover their true origin. hormone therapy for werewolves who find it difficult to transform or those who need help controlling their transformations. werewolf summer camps. werewolf sled teams. land owners who are both the grounds dogs and the ranchers. werewolf herding dogs. werewolves who grow out their fur then cut it to make coats for werewolves who’ve lost their fur. werewolves who carry the fangs of their deceased with them. werewolf bones laid to rest next their human mate in graves thousands of years old. tombs of packs and families in pristine condition. oil paintings of packs hundreds of years old. werewolf funeral traditions. discovering that multiple influential poets, archaeologists, leaders, scholars, scientists, etc. in the past were werewolves. werewolf and human history being intertwined for millennia. drawings and scriptures and proverbs of large speaking wolves living alongside the humans depicted. myths and stories and tales and passages about werewolves. times in history where humans and werewolves were virtually indistinguishable. the oldest known cave drawings full of massive paw prints placed purposefully and lovingly right next to human hand prints. werewolves. <3

[thelistingteammiami]

Tech Hubs in Maryland: Where to Buy Real Estate for a Future-Focused Lifestyle

Maryland is becoming a hotspot for those who want to live in communities that combine cutting-edge technology with comfortable, forward-thinking lifestyles. With a thriving scene of tech hubs in Maryland, the state offers a variety of cities and neighborhoods that appeal to everyone, from young professionals to families looking for long-term investments. These tech-focused areas have promising job opportunities, innovative amenities, and real estate options built to support a modern, connected way of life. Whether you’re drawn to a bustling urban setting or a suburban community with a tech-friendly vibe, Maryland has future-focused locations worth exploring.

Baltimore: A Revival of Tech and Culture

Baltimore is experiencing a tech revival, blending its rich history with a growing innovation scene. The city has numerous tech companies focused on cybersecurity, artificial intelligence, and health tech. This vibrant landscape attracts young professionals and entrepreneurs eager to join a community fostering creativity and growth. Alongside its tech advancements, Baltimore offers a lively cultural scene featuring art galleries, music venues, and historic neighborhoods. The real estate market showcases various options, from renovated rowhouses to modern condos catering to diverse lifestyles. With competitive home prices compared to nearby cities, Baltimore provides a unique blend of urban living and career opportunities for those looking to thrive in the tech hubs in Maryland.

Baltimore offers a future-focused lifestyle with a thriving tech scene.

Rockville: A Tech Haven with a Community Vibe

Rockville is a standout destination for those seeking a tech-friendly lifestyle without sacrificing a close-knit community feel. Known for its role in the biotech and cybersecurity sectors, Rockville boasts a high concentration of well-established companies and tech startups, creating a robust job market for industry professionals. 

However, if you consider moving to Rockville to pursue a tech-focused lifestyle, working with professional movers is a safer and smarter option. Using the services of an experienced moving crew in Rockville ensures a seamless moving experience that minimizes stress and disruption. These movers have the right tools and expertise to handle heavy and delicate items, providing you peace of mind during relocation. This approach is perfect for those seeking a future-focused lifestyle, as it allows you to settle in quickly and enjoy everything Rockville has to offer—strong public schools, convenient transportation networks, and easy access to the nation’s capital—all while being part of a vibrant tech community.

Gaithersburg: Affordable and Growing Fast Among Tech Hubs in Maryland

Gaithersburg is an appealing option for those looking for affordability within Maryland’s tech landscape. This city, known for its rapidly expanding tech scene, has attracted a mix of startups and established companies, especially in healthcare, data analysis, and software development. This growth creates exciting career prospects for tech professionals, all while offering lower housing costs than in some nearby areas. In addition to its economic draw, Gaithersburg’s lifestyle perks make it family-friendly and community-oriented. The city features an array of parks, shopping centers, and regular local events that unite residents, making it a vibrant place to call home. The real estate market offers first-time buyers and investors options, from townhouses to new developments.

Columbia: Innovation Meets Sustainability

Columbia stands out as a tech hub focused on innovation and sustainability. The city has established itself as a leader in green development, promoting eco-friendly practices across its businesses and residential areas. The Columbia Gateway Innovation Center hosts various tech firms, especially those dedicated to research and development, making it an ideal spot for tech professionals. Living in Columbia offers a blend of modern amenities and community-oriented spaces. Residents enjoy access to scenic parks, such as Lake Elkhorn Park, where they can relax and engage in outdoor activities, shopping districts, and cultural attractions. This combination provides a balanced lifestyle for families and individuals alike. The real estate market features a mix of eco-friendly apartments and suburban homes, appealing to those who value sustainable living.

Bethesda: High-Tech Meets Upscale Living

Bethesda is renowned for its blend of high-tech innovation and upscale living, making it a prime choice for professionals in the tech industry. The city hosts major companies and organizations contributing to a robust job market. This area particularly appeals to those seeking cutting-edge work environments and career advancement opportunities. The real estate market in Bethesda features luxury condos and stylish townhouses, catering to affluent buyers who appreciate modern amenities and proximity to Washington, D.C. With a vibrant downtown area filled with fine dining, shops, and cultural attractions, residents enjoy a sophisticated lifestyle. Excellent schools and family-friendly neighborhoods enhance its appeal, making Bethesda a tech hub and a desirable community for families and young professionals.

The National Institutes of Health Clinical Center drives innovation in health tech research.

Silver Spring: A Growing Tech Hub with Urban Appeal

Silver Spring is rapidly emerging as a vibrant tech hub, attracting ups and established companies. With convenient access to Washington, D.C., this area provides a dynamic environment for professionals in various tech fields, including media, biotechnology, and information technology. Known for its lively atmosphere, Silver Spring features a range of restaurants, theaters, and local events that enhance community engagement. The real estate market includes options from modern apartments to charming single-family homes, appealing to young professionals and families. As Silver Spring develops its tech landscape, it presents exciting opportunities for those seeking a balance between urban living and career growth. The strong demand for rental properties makes it an attractive option for investors seeking to generate passive income.

Frederick: An Emerging Tech Scene with Small-Town Charm

Frederick quickly becomes a notable player in Maryland’s tech landscape while retaining its small-town charm. The city has seen a surge in tech startups and established companies, particularly in technology and biotechnology. This growth is supported by local initiatives to foster innovation, making it an attractive destination for entrepreneurs and professionals alike. Frederick offers a unique blend of affordability and community spirit, with vibrant downtown areas featuring shops, restaurants, and cultural events that unite residents. The real estate market includes a mix of historic homes and modern developments, catering to various lifestyles and budgets.

Choosing the Right Tech Hubs in Maryland for Your Lifestyle

Finding the right tech hub in Maryland can significantly impact your personal and professional life. The state is rich in opportunities, with each area offering unique benefits that cater to different lifestyles. As you explore your options, consider what matters most: a vibrant community, career growth, or access to amenities. The tech hubs in Maryland provide an array of choices that can help you build the future you envision. Embrace the journey of discovery as you search for the perfect place that aligns with your aspirations and supports a fulfilling lifestyle. With so much to offer, Maryland is poised to be the ideal backdrop for your next chapter.

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[rohanmohanty]

Planning to Buy in Hinjewadi? Here’s Why Krisala 41 Zoy Should Top Your List

If you’re looking at Hinjewadi as your next neighborhood, you're probably aware of its exciting mix of urban convenience and relaxed suburban vibe. Being a resident here myself, I get why people are flocking to Hinjewadi. And if you’re looking for a standout residential project, Krisala 41 Zoy in Hinjewadi truly checks all the boxes.

1. Prime Location—It’s Close to Everything

One of the biggest perks of living at Krisala Zoy is the location. It’s right in the heart of Hinjewadi Phase 1, a stone’s throw away from the Pall Metro Station. Whether you’re commuting to Rajiv Gandhi Infotech Park, running errands, or catching up with friends, this area makes it a breeze. I can vouch for how easy it is to get around, with major roads and public transportation just minutes away.

Hinjewadi is already a hotspot for tech professionals, and being in such a prime location means Krisala 41 Zoy offers more than just a home; it’s an incredibly convenient lifestyle. You’ll have top-notch schools like BLISS International and shopping destinations, like D Mart, all within a quick drive.

2. Spacious, Modern Apartments to Match Your Lifestyle

Krisala 41 Zoy offers thoughtfully designed 2 & 3 BHK apartments that are both spacious and modern. I visited a model unit, and let me tell you, it’s impressive. The layout flows so naturally, and there’s enough room to set up a home office, a cozy reading nook, or even a little space for your hobbies. With Krisala Zoy, you’re getting the kind of space that complements how we live today—lots of natural light, well-ventilated rooms, and a modern layout that actually works.

And it’s not just about space; it’s about smartly used space. For example, every room feels open and airy, which isn’t always the case in high-rise buildings. You won’t feel boxed in, which I think is a huge bonus for those planning to work from home or just want a relaxed vibe.

3. Amenities That Elevate Everyday Living

Krisala 41 Zoy doesn’t skimp when it comes to amenities. You can unwind with a dip in the infinity pool after a long day, or clear your mind in the yoga center. There’s even a daycare on-site, which is fantastic for young families balancing work and kids.

The kids’ play area, jogging track, multipurpose court, and senior citizens’ area mean there’s something here for every age group. It’s like having a mini getaway right within your complex, where you can recharge without ever leaving home. There’s even an amphitheater for some laid-back weekend entertainment.

Honestly, I think the way Krisala Developers have planned the amenities shows how well they understand modern families. It’s rare to find a project that combines luxury with genuine practicality, but Krisala Zoy achieves that balance effortlessly.

4. A Perfect Blend of Peace and Connectivity

What’s unique about Krisala 41 Zoy Hinjewadi is how it manages to offer tranquility while being so well-connected. Hinjewadi is a bustling area, but Krisala Zoy feels like a peaceful retreat. When I visited, I was struck by how calm it felt despite being so close to the main hubs.

And connectivity isn’t just about location. Krisala 41 Zoy is built with a strong sense of community in mind. It’s easy to envision a lifestyle where your neighbors are friends, where the amenities double as social spaces, and where everything you need is at your fingertips.

5. Competitive Pricing for Quality Living

When you’re looking at properties, you know that great value is key, and Krisala Zoy Hinjewadi delivers on that front. Prices start from ₹80L for a 2 BHK and ₹1.07Cr for a 3 BHK, which, given the quality of construction and the host of amenities, makes it a great investment. Plus, you’re investing in a property by Krisala Developers, known for their reputation and high standards in Pune’s real estate market.

Compared to other developments, Krisala Zoy is priced competitively, especially for what it offers. When you factor in the prime location, spacious units, and impressive amenities, it becomes clear that this is a solid choice.

6. Why Krisala Zoy Should Be on Top of Your List

Living at Krisala 41 Zoy means stepping into a life where convenience, luxury, and community come together seamlessly. For those working in Hinjewadi’s IT hubs, you’ll love the easy commute. For families, the amenities provide endless entertainment and relaxation options. And for everyone, the apartments offer the perfect balance of modern design and homey comfort.

Krisala Zoy isn’t just another project in Hinjewadi; it’s a thoughtfully designed community that understands what we truly need in a home today. It’s practical, luxurious, and conveniently located—perfect for professionals, families, and anyone looking for a lifestyle upgrade.

In a nutshell, if you’re thinking of buying in Hinjewadi, I’d put Krisala 41 Zoy at the top of your list. It’s not just about finding a place to live; it’s about finding a place that enhances your day-to-day life. Visit: www.krisala-41zoy.com

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Meet Lee Mattocks: A Multifaceted Life in Bristol

At 36, Lee Mattocks embodies the perfect balance between professional dedication and a rich personal life. Residing in the vibrant city of Bristol, UK, Lee navigates her career and hobbies with grace and enthusiasm.

Professional Journey: HR Coordinator in the IT Sector

Lee serves as an HR Coordinator for a mid-sized IT firm in Bristol. Her role is both diverse and integral to the company’s success. She manages employee relations, recruitment, and staff development, ensuring that the workplace remains a supportive and growth-oriented environment. Her job blends administrative tasks with strategic planning, requiring a keen understanding of both people and business dynamics.

Her work goes beyond the usual HR functions; Lee is passionate about fostering a positive work culture. She believes in the power of a happy workforce and strives to create policies and initiatives that promote employee well-being and professional development. Her efforts not only enhance employee satisfaction but also contribute to the overall efficiency and harmony within the company.

Gardening: A Peaceful Retreat

Away from the office, Lee finds solace in her garden. Her weekends are often spent tending to a vibrant mix of flowers and vegetables, creating a space that is both beautiful and productive. Gardening offers her a peaceful retreat from the hustle and bustle of daily life, providing a sense of accomplishment and a connection to nature. The fruits of her labor are not just aesthetically pleasing; they also contribute to her culinary adventures.

Avid Reader and Book Club Enthusiast

Lee's love for reading is another significant aspect of her life. She enjoys delving into contemporary fiction and historical novels, often losing herself in the intricate worlds crafted by her favorite authors. Her passion for literature extends beyond solitary reading; she is an active member of a local book club. These monthly gatherings are a highlight for Lee, offering a platform to discuss books, share perspectives, and enjoy the company of like-minded individuals.

Hiking: Embracing Nature

Living in Bristol has its perks, especially for someone like Lee, who enjoys hiking. The city's proximity to beautiful countryside and scenic trails allows her to indulge in regular hikes, where she can disconnect from the digital world and embrace the tranquility of nature. These excursions are not just physical exercise but also a mental rejuvenation, offering a perfect escape from her busy schedule.

Culinary Adventures and Hosting

Lee's culinary skills are well-known among her friends and family. A fan of experimenting with new recipes, she focuses on healthy and sustainable meals, often incorporating ingredients from her garden. Cooking is not just a hobby for Lee; it is a way to bring people together. She frequently hosts dinner parties, where her loved ones can enjoy her latest culinary creations. These gatherings are filled with laughter, good food, and warm memories.

Volunteering: Giving Back to the Community

Despite her busy life, Lee is committed to giving back to her community. She volunteers at a local community center, where she helps organize events and workshops that support local families. This work is close to her heart, as it allows her to contribute to the welfare of her community and make a positive impact in the lives of others.

A Balanced and Fulfilling Life

Lee Mattocks' life is a testament to the importance of balance. She seamlessly blends her professional responsibilities with her passions and hobbies, creating a fulfilling and well-rounded lifestyle. Whether she is working on employee engagement strategies, nurturing her garden, or hiking through the countryside, Lee approaches everything with enthusiasm and a positive spirit. Her story is an inspiring reminder that it is possible to lead a successful career while also enjoying the simple pleasures of life.

[estatedekho23]

Apartments In Horamavu Krishnarajapuram Bangalore

Exploring Apartments in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram, Bangalore

Looking for an apartment in Bangalore can feel a bit like looking for a needle in a haystack. There's so much to choose from! But if you've narrowed your search down to Horamavu Krishnarajapuram, you're in for a treat. These neighborhoods are fantastic choices, blending the charm of suburban life with the convenience of urban amenities. Let’s dive into what makes apartments in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram so special.

Why Choose Horamavu and Krishnarajapuram?

The Best of Both Worlds

Horamavu Krishnarajapuram (or K.R. Puram as the locals call it) offer a delightful mix of modernity and tradition. Located in the northeastern part of Bangalore, these areas have witnessed rapid development while still retaining their old-world charm.

Great Connectivity

One of the biggest perks of living in these areas is the connectivity. Both Horamavu K.R. Puram is well-connected to major parts of the city. Whether you’re heading to the tech parks of Whitefield or the bustling markets of Indiranagar, you’ll find commuting a breeze. The K.R. Puram railway station and several bus routes ensure that you're never too far from where you need to be.

A Community Vibe

Unlike the more commercial parts of Bangalore, Horamavu K.R. Puram offers a strong sense of community. Here, you’ll find friendly neighbors who greet you with a smile, children playing in the parks, and plenty of community events that make it easy to feel at home.

Types of Apartments Available

1 BHK Apartments

Perfect for singles or young couples, 1 BHK apartments are in abundance in both Horamavu K.R. Puram. They offer just the right amount of space without being overwhelming. Plus, they’re usually easier on the pocket!

2 BHK Apartments

For small families or those who need a bit more space, 2 BHK apartments are a popular choice. They provide a great balance between cost and comfort. You'll find plenty of options with modern amenities like swimming pools, gyms, and children's play areas.

3 BHK Apartments

Got a bigger family or just love having extra space? Then a 3 BHK apartment might be just what you need. These apartments are spacious and often come with additional perks like larger balconies and extra storage space.

Luxury Apartments

If you're looking to splurge a bit, there are plenty of luxury apartments available. These often come with top-notch amenities like rooftop pools, concierge services, and state-of-the-art security systems.

Top Apartment Complexes in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram

Prestige Lake Ridge

Known for its luxurious living spaces and prime location, Prestige Lake Ridge offers residents a serene environment with all the modern amenities you could ask for. Think beautifully landscaped gardens, a clubhouse, and even a mini-theater!

Brigade Exotica

If you’re after something a bit more upscale, Brigade Exotica is the place to be. This complex boasts spacious apartments, a well-equipped gym, and stunning views of the city.

Sobha Dream Acres

Sobha Dream Acres is perfect for those looking for a blend of comfort and affordability. The apartments are well-designed, and the complex includes everything from swimming pools to tennis courts.

Amenities to Look Out For

When apartment hunting in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram, keep an eye out for these amenities:

Security: Gated communities with 24/7 security and CCTV surveillance offer peace of mind.

Power Backup: Bangalore can be prone to power cuts, so a reliable power backup system is essential.

Water Supply: Ensure that the apartment has a consistent and clean water supply.

Parking: Adequate parking space is a must, especially if you own a vehicle.

Recreational Facilities: Gyms, swimming pools, and children's play areas can greatly enhance your living experience.

Cost of Living

Renting vs. Buying

The cost of apartments in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram can vary significantly based on the type and location. Renting a 1 BHK apartment can start from around INR 10,000 per month, while a 3 BHK can go up to INR 35,000 or more. Buying an apartment will require a more substantial investment, with prices ranging from INR 50 lakhs to several crores, depending on the apartment’s size and amenities.

Other Expenses

Don’t forget to factor in additional costs such as maintenance fees, utility bills, and any one-time costs like the security deposit (if renting) or registration charges (if buying).

Living in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram: A Day in the Life

Morning

Wake up to the sound of birds chirping and the gentle hum of the city coming to life. Start your day with a brisk walk around the neighborhood park or enjoy a cup of coffee on your balcony, soaking in the morning sun.

Afternoon

Head out for work or, if you’re lucky enough to work from home, set up your workspace with a view of the lush greenery outside. Grab lunch at one of the many nearby cafes or order in from your favorite local restaurant.

Evening

Evenings in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram are perfect for unwinding. Take a dip in the pool, hit the gym, or simply relax with a good book. If you’re feeling social, there are plenty of community events and activities to get involved in.

Night

End your day with a peaceful stroll around the apartment complex or catch up with neighbors over a cup of tea. The calm and quiet of the neighborhood make it easy to unwind and prepare for the next day.

Pros and Cons of Living in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram

Pros

Great Connectivity: Easy access to major parts of Bangalore.

Community Feel: Friendly neighbors and a strong sense of community.

Modern Amenities: Plenty of apartments with top-notch facilities.

Green Spaces: Parks and open areas for recreation.

Cons

Traffic: Like most of Bangalore, traffic can be a hassle during peak hours.

Water Issues: Some areas may experience occasional water supply issues.

Construction Noise: With ongoing development, construction noise can be a disturbance.

Final Thoughts

Living in Horamavu Krishnarajapuram offers a unique blend of suburban tranquility and urban convenience. Whether you're a young professional, a growing family, or someone looking for a bit of luxury, you’re sure to find an apartment that fits your needs. The strong community vibe, coupled with modern amenities and great connectivity, makes these neighborhoods a fantastic place to call home.

So, if you're on the hunt for an apartment in Bangalore, give Horamavu Krishnarajapuram a closer look. You might just find the perfect place that ticks all your boxes and then some. Happy apartment hunting!

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Exploring The Benefits Of Adopting Shih Poos Puppies For Sale

Shih Poos are adorable fur babies who are also known for their loyalty. They can often form strong bonds with their owners, becoming loving and devoted companions. Their relatively long lifespan, typically ranging from 10 to 15 years with proper care, means you can enjoy their companionship for many years. 

Adopting Shih Poos puppies for sale can be a rewarding experience for many reasons. These delightful mixed-breed dogs, a cross between a Shih Tzu and a Poodle, bring a unique blend of qualities that make them wonderful companions. If you are looking to adopt a puppy it is very important to find a reputable breeder. 

In this blog, we will provide you with the perks of adopting a Shih Poos puppy. 

Why Should You Adopt A Shih Poos Puppy?

Written below are five perks of adopting a Shih Poos Puppy: 

1. Adorable Appearance

Shih Poos are undeniably cute and charming. They inherit the best traits from both parent breeds, resulting in a captivating appearance. Their fluffy coats, expressive eyes, and endearing faces make them irresistible to dog lovers. 

Whether they sport the curly coat of a Poodle or the silky hair of a Shih Tzu, Shih Poos have a timeless appeal that turns heads wherever they go. 

2. Hypo-Allergenic Coat

For individuals with allergies or sensitivities to pet dander, Shih Poos often offers a solution. Thanks to their Poodle genetics, many Shih Poos have a hypoallergenic coat that sheds minimally. This means you might have less fur around your home and fewer allergic reactions for sensitive family members. Regular grooming and maintenance can keep their coat in top condition. 

3. Friendly and Social Nature

Most of the people especially look for Shih Poos puppies for sale as they have friendly and sociable personalities. They are typically affectionate, eager to please, and enjoy being around people. This makes them excellent companions as they get along well with children and adults alike. Their adaptability means they can thrive in various living environments, whether you have a bustling household or a quieter home. 

4. Intelligence and Trainability

Intelligence runs in the family, especially on the Poddle side. Shih Poos inherit their parent’s smartness which makes them relatively easy to train. They can quickly pick up commands and enjoy learning new tricks. 

Consistent positive reinforcement methods work best, and early socialization helps them become well-rounded dogs. 

5. Low-Maintenance Exercise Needs

While every dog needs exercise, Shih Poos have moderate exercise requirements. This makes them a practical choice for various lifestyles. They enjoy playtime in the yard, short walks, and interactive indoor games. 

This adaptability means they can be suitable for both active individuals and those with a more relaxed daily routine. 

Conclusion

Remember, Shih Poos may vary in temperament and needs. Proper care, including regular vet check-ups, grooming, and attention to their dietary and exercise requirements, is crucial to ensure a happy and healthy life. 

Overall, adopting a Shih Poos puppy brings joy, companionship and a delightful furry friend into your life. While looking for a Shih Poos puppy for sale, make sure you find a reputable breeder who provides necessary attention that the puppies need. 

Fancy Poo 4 U is a licensed puppy breeder in Mississippi. We offer adorable Tiny toys and Toy Yorkie poos, Shih Poos, and Maltipoo puppies, which are available in a variety of colors. Contact us and get a lovable and smart puppy for you. 

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A Cut Above the Rest

Chapter One || Chapter Two

Warnings: Violence. Violence against women. It's nothing too severe though.

Song mood

Disclaimer: gif not mine. Found online, ask for credit, please.

Then

There was something so perfect at the start of today. The way the sun had slowly risen over the tops of the trees, the way the chickens gently clucked as they pecked at their food you had just thrown out for them, it was perfect.

A full and hearty breakfast was being prepared by the rest of your family, but with the days coming on sooner and so much warmer, you wanted the air. The winter had been cruel, much sickness had come about that year and you were so lucky to have the whole family.

Hay was being sorted out for the horses at the moment, the cows having already been fed. You had just flung a fork over before the first scream had violently rang through nature. Far enough away that at first you had merely thought it was a rooster in the distance shouting out his "good morning". There's not a single thought in your head about danger.

And then they scatter. The chickens had enough sense to realize that danger was near and you picked up on this. Ears perked towards the distance as the smell of smoke begins to fill your nostrils. Looking up, you see thick, black smoke climbing up towards the Gods. A hideous, ugly arm snaking to reach them and signal the intruders.

Horses hooves are the next sound you hear from the distance, closing in fast as they make their way to their next pitiful destination. Your parents were away in town and only aunties, uncles and grandparents remained with you, but it was far too late to signal your own warning because in minutes the beasts had made their way to your village. To your farm.

"Kill them all!" A harsh, deep voice comes to your ears as you scuttle back into the barn with your pitchfork in hand. Sweat had already been beaded on your forehead but it seemed to freeze on your skin that instant. You see men, around ten of them in total, as they dismount their panting horses and only then do you realize it's far too late to warn your family.

The house, close to you on any normal day, is the first and farthest thing they ransacked. A large gulp of drying saliva slides down your frightened throat as you watch the youngest of the women in the house be drug out by her long, blonde hair. Screams fill the air and only then do you turn into the far corner of the barn, by the hay, on top of the straw.

You know what they're doing... or going to do to her and tears sting your eyes at the thought of your closest aunt being violated for the sake of a king and his wish to conquer the land you call home.

Helplessness fills your core as men's shouting comes into the mix and you recognize the voice of your grandfather before a startling gurgling replaces words. Your bladder is on the brink of release out of fear but you manage to hold it, all the while keeping a hold of the pitchfork in your trembling hands.

"Check in the barn." Another voice fills the air and you try to shrink into the hay, try to blend in but you know your time is near. Heart pounding, you have never known fear and today you're filled.

Laughter, cruel in tune, calls into the air as another woman begins to scream. The men call out slurs, "Save some for me!", and you can only just hold back the vomit in your throat before footsteps begin cracking the straw in the barn.

Oh father, you plead in your head, fright taking place over the bravery you wish you had just then. You're young though, a fledgling in life still learning to fly from the coop. The nest, your home, was a place of safety. Until now.

You quiet your breathing as much as possible and look up from your shelter in the hay, seeing the back of a head. Long and auburn brown, plaited into a single braid down his back, his hair would be one of beauty in another life.

A single slice and your dairy cow goes down without a fight, without a hint to the end of her precious life. A solitary moment of peace follows after the body hits the straw flooring.

That's when you release your bladder, unwilling but the close proximity of this horrible man is too much. Embarrassment would never follow this moment.

The smell of fresh smoke fills your nose and you know that your house is gone, the people gone with it. Women's cries are all you hear now apart from the crackling of burning wood.

Footsteps, nearer now, and you shrink your body into the precious shield of straw and hay. Bales of it block the front of your body and, oh, if only you could bury yourself like the bugs do.

"What have we here?" The low voice of the braided man appears above you. With tear stained eyes you look up with defiance, as much as you could muster up, and decide then that you'll fight. Fight for your mother and aunties. For the men too old to fight.

"Are you planning on using that?" He asks in a sarcastically gentle tone before plucking the tool/weapon from your hands. Defenseless and at the whim of such cruel men, you can only dart your eyes back and forth, pleading for escape. Trapped and overwhelmingly alone do you finally lock eyes with the fiery blue in front of you. Another hard, dry swallow and you find your nerve, "I will die for my family. I will gladly die before you decide my fate."

A chuckle, low and deep and the man squares his shoulders. He continues to stare you down, taking in every inch of your body. He reaches down to smooth away a piece of hair from your forehead, what was he doing? Or getting ready to do?

The screaming is slowly fading outside. A sporadic yelp from a woman is all you can here after. A single tear is shed after such a sound and you-

"Brother?" A shout takes you back and a gasp comes quick from your mouth.

"Harald!" Another voice calls out for their leader.

The man, almost startled himself, looks back and stands to his full height, dropping the pitchfork. He looks down, watching as you shrink further away.

"Nothing in here." He finally calls before you watch his foot kick a bale of hay on top of you. A small "oof" escapes your mouth as you listen to footsteps retreating.

The only thing you can remember after that, is the sound of hooves galloping away.

"Harald..." You test the name out as you shakily stand up, "I will find you and I will repay you for saving me."

Tags: @naaladareia

[zoellajulien]

balance?

(peter parker x reader angst)

The word balance always made you think of Peter Parker, that annoying kid who always had the correct answer, put himself behind everyone else, and your best friend.

For one, his ability to balance on one finger on top of a New York building? Ridiculous. Two, he would balance chemical equations better than everyone you knew. Three, he was a balanced mix of perfect, perfect, and more perfect.

You? Balance wasn't quite for forte, but you weren't 100% left-footed. Of course, being a trained dancer had its perks, but you still ran into walls when lost in thought. Math and science equations? Not a chance. The third point was your flaw.

You struggled with identifying yourself as pretty. It wasn't your fault you thought that that way, and you knew it never would be. Everyone loved to "correct" those thoughts, especially Peter, but they didn't seem to disappear.

Naturally, you thought they would go away when you became a superhero. "Superheroes are flawless" is what everyone believes, but that was untrue. Example: Spider-Man has issues building trust with males because of his uncle's death. Maybe that was the reason why you were here now, laying in a hospital bed with ten different wires going in ten different directions.

The beeping from that stupid machine was killing your ears, the pillow was horrible, and you knew your family wouldn't come to see you. Body aches sat in your bones, deep where it couldn't be pinpointed, and your lip sat split with dried blood on it. The worst part was Peter's words ringing in your head from before the battle.

"She's just a great friend."

Instinctively, you went out and put yourself in the most dangerous battle you could find. As you went over why someone with the smarts you had would do that without thinking of long-term damage, you realized it was because you weren't afraid of dying. Not in a "wise-spirit" or "rebel" kind of way, but because you didn't think our death would matter if it did occur. Those thoughts had clouded sense, pinned down your brain, and suffocated it as you took repeated blows to your body and your chest. Still, as you sat in that uncomfortable bed, with those machines and that medicine, you didn't see the problem with it. You weren't afraid of dying despite fighting to impress Peter into liking you.

Until that persistent, annoying best friend of yours burst into your hospital room. He tripped over his untied shoe and right into the tiling floor, but he picked himself up to get closer to your bruised body. You didn't see the problem until those normally warm, brown eyes were red and puffy, leaking tears onto his face. You didn't understand the problem until the strong-willed and stubborn boy's knees nearly buckled underneath him. That, there, was where you realized that he, Peter Benjamin Parker, born just days before you, that you grew a larger-than-life friendship with (along with a crush), would have been lost without you.

"They told me you got hurt, told me you jumped into a fight you knew you couldn't handle. Why? Why would you do that? Are you okay? What happened?"

But as you sat there, staring into those beautiful brown eyes, watering with concern and worry, you finally felt fear. Panic clawed at your parched throat because you could tell his words were blending in your head. You were afraid of death again, afraid to be pulled into that dark abyss of uncertainty.

That didn't stop the poison. The poison, left untreated by the doctors because they didn't know about it. And it got worse, breaking your body down as the night grew darker and colder. The fear didn't stop the poison from taking your final breaths at 11:47 that night and last heartbeats at 11:48.

The fear didn't stop the poison from killing you and didn't leave Peter with answers he desperately wanted. He felt guilty like it was his words that killed you that night. He never learned about the strength you wanted to have to cup his face and whisper to him about your dumb decisions. He never learned about the cheesy valentine you were writing filled with move-references for him.

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This isn't great, and doesn't really make sense, so I'm sorry. I just started writing and really couldn't stop myself.

[aurathian]

A Thousand Words

read on AO3

Summary: “There are thousands of words in our language and yet I can’t think of just one to describe you,” Link blurted.

“I can describe you with one,” Zelda replied, unfazed.

“Really? What?”

“Awkward.”

Rating: G

Word count: 1400

Link, the Prince of Hyrule, was most widely known for his good looks and deep, rich voice, capable of persuading even the most daunting enemies into submission. He could command legions of men and was rumored to have seduced countless women.

With his golden crown settled atop his head of messy, dirty blonde locks, he swallowed as he looked himself up and down in the mirror. A tunic of deep maroon, embellished with jewels of varying color and embroidered with gold, made him appear much more confident than he truly was.

“What do you opinion? I mean, what’s your opinion?”

“Well, I do opinion that you look fine as usual,” Revali, Link’s trusty attendant and best friend, mocked. “Maybe tuck your shirt in more.”

“Sorry,” Link groaned. “I was gonna ask about what you think, but I was also gonna ask for your opinion, and then it just meshed together.”

“I know. Bad habit, right?”

“Yeah. Bad habit.”

In spite of his facade of seductive suaveness and general put-togetherness, Prince Link of Hyrule was a mess. A stammering, anxious, poor-postured mess.

“Stand straight,” Revali reminded. “Hunched over princes don’t get courted.”

“You don’t know that,” Link scoffed even as he straightened his back.

“It doesn’t matter, I suppose. You put on a pretty good show anyway.” Revali peeked out the door. “It’s time to go.”

The pair left the dressing room and navigated a series of doorways to the ballroom, just outside of which Revali made final adjustments on Link’s attire. The servants on either side of the grand doors pushed them open, revealing the prince to the ball attendants; nobles from around the kingdom gathered on the intricate marble floors dressed in their most expensive suits and gowns and Link had to swallow back a nervous squeak.

If his father had it his way, he would give an elaborate speech. Instead, his arrival was announced and he was set free on the ballroom floor, but not without Revali tagging closely behind. The prince winked at the women he passed, shook hands with men he didn’t know, and accepted drinks from rushing stewards. The real battle came when he had to dance with the noblewomen, for his feet were not sure of themselves and often got caught on their skirts.

When it became too much, the anxiety flooding his system, he abandoned his attendant with some chatty nobleman and escaped to the gardens outside. To say he was shocked at the sight of someone else sitting next to the fountain was an understatement.

“Hello?” he called, more a question than a greeting.

The woman at the fountain whipped around to face him. “Oh, hello.”

“What are you doing out here?”

“Taking a breather.”

“Me too,” he said. Hastily, he sat next to her at the fountain.

Her eyes were green and her hair was sunny even in the moonlight, beneath the thousands of stars in the sky and among the deep green trees surrounding them. The light blue of her dress was complemented by the same moonlight, illuminating her against the water.

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Huh?”

“I asked you what your name is,” she repeated.

“Uh… Link. I’m Link.”

“Oh.” Quickly, she bowed her head. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay, really.” He placed a shaky hand on her shoulder. “What’s your name?”

“Zelda,” she responded, looking up. “I’m sorry again. I didn’t know you were the prince—I’ve never seen what you look like before.”

“It’s okay, really. Stop being apologizing.”

She blinked. Tilting her head, she asked, “What?”

“I— uh— I said stop apologizing.”

“No… You said ‘stop being apologizing.’” A smirk snuck onto her face. “Is the prince not as bewitching with his words as I so often hear?”

“Y-you… respond so boldly to the prince? Well, I should… have your head! Or something.” He muttered the last part.

Bursting into laughter, she swiped at the tears forming with a knuckle. “You’re not threatening even if you try.”

“I’m working on it.”

“I see.” She squinted at him. “Why are you so awkward in private? You’re quite confident among the masses.”

“It’s a facade,” he admitted.

“I believe that,” she said with a snicker. “I’m sorry. Perhaps I’m being too rude.”

“Not at all. I like it, actually.” He stared at his hands in his lap. “Honesty is refreshing.” He was a hypocrite, he knew, not being honest himself about his true personality. But who would follow a cowardly prince that stumbled over each word, tripped over each pebble? Nobody.

A breeze swept through the garden then, and Zelda rubbed her exposed arms. “It’s a little cold,” she said. “Could we head inside?”

“O-of course!” He hurried to his feet and offered his arm. “Milady.” He displayed an awkward, toothy smile. With a grimace, she told him it was alright and that she could walk on her own.

He found himself mesmerized by this mysterious woman. She carried herself with graceful elegance and her voice was as sweet as honey, despite the undignified things that came out of her mouth. Yet he found her a breath of fresh air from the normally stuffy language of the courts, in the way she wasn’t afraid to laugh crystal clear or keep up formal speech with him.

They settled down in the hallway outside the ballroom, where the chatter and music could be heard faintly through the walls but nobody was there to bother them. They spoke for hours, about their families and where they lived, and he learned she was a noblewoman from the east, around Hateno. Link wasn’t the only one surprised, though—Zelda, used to hearing the heroic tales of the prince’s refined chivalry, was left dumbfounded when he stumbled over his words—and his feet, when he tripped over a rock in the gardens—more than once.

His mouth hung agape when she absentmindedly flipped her hair over her shoulder. When she noticed, she waved a hand in front of his face. “Hello? Are you alright, Prince?”

Clearing his throat, he stammered, “Uh, yeah. I’m fine.”

“I would say you’re smitten with me,” she declared, and he couldn’t even force himself to close his mouth. The boldness she spoke with in private rivaled that of his public front.

He swallowed and looked down at his boots, one foot tapping nervously.

“There are thousands of words in our language and yet I can’t think of just one to describe you,” Link blurted.

“I can describe you with one,” Zelda replied, unfazed.

“Really? What?”

“Awkward.”

“Okay, well, I’m not,” he spluttered, scratching the back of his head. “I am actually quite smooth.”

She laughed out loud at that. “Oh, please. You almost fell over walking back to the ballroom.”

“Clumsy does not equal awkward,” he huffed. “There’s no correlation—”

“There is a correlation, actually.”

“Not always!”

She covered her mouth with a gloved hand and chuckled, causing him to do the same. He ran a hand through his hair and exhaled, leaning against a hallway pillar. His eyes settled on her form, on her light blue dress and golden hair, her soft green eyes and lips curled into a smile, and he realized that he did have one word to describe her:

Wow.

“Hm? Did you say something?” Zelda asked, eyebrows perked.

“Oh, I… I said that out loud, huh,” he muttered, partially to himself.

The noblewoman turned her head at the sound of muted footsteps, watching as people filtered out of the ballroom doors at the end of the corridor. He wiped the sweat off his forehead in relief that she’d quickly forgotten his blurting. She sighed and handed her champagne glass to him.

“Well,” she breathed, “it seems I have to go.”

“Oh.”

“Maybe next time I see you, you’ll be able to narrow it down to a thousand words.”

“Uh, yeah. Haha.” He swirled the glass around in his hand. “Goodbye.”

“Goodbye, Prince Link.” Turning to leave, she sent a deadly wink his way, almost causing his heart to stop. His attempt at winking back, which turned into a strained blink, sent her into a fit of giggles that she had to stifle before mixing back into the crowd of nobles. He watched her go, fabric swishing behind her, keeping his eyes on her blonde head even as it blended in with the other people. Still, his mind could only land on one word.

“Wow.”

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Wings of Broken White - Ch. 10

Tag List: @marichatmay

[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 9 ] [ Chapter 11 ]

[ Summary: End of School picnic preparations! ]

To celebrate the class’s successful final project, they were putting together plans for a large picnic in the park at the end of the last day of school. The last day wasn’t mandatory for students to attend unless they had work to catch up on or tests to make up. So Marinette was spending that time at home, busying herself in the upstairs kitchen, preparing food and treats.

A faint knocking sound distracted her a couple hours in, and after making sure she could walk away without anything burning, listened for the source. She gasped and smiled when she realized it was coming from above her, from her own room. The balcony! Chat must be here!

She ran up to her room and up to the lost, and sure enough, she could see Chat Blanc, seated on the balcony floor next to the trapdoor. She pushed it open quickly, and he perked up, his tail flicking and wings spreading out behind him excitedly.

“Princess! You came!” He smiled wide.

Marinette giggled and pulled herself up to sit next on the edge of the hatch. “But of course, I can’t just leave my Knight outside like a stray now can I?” He laughed at that and she hid her smile behind her hand. “So what are you doing here, gryphlet?”

“Well you see,” he flourished a hand dramatically as he spoke, “I heard that today of all days was your last day of collège, and I wanted to congratulate you. So here I am.”

She laughed and shook her head. “You sure it’s not because I'm cooking? If you heard about it being our last day, then there's no way you didn't hear that we’re planning a picnic later, too.”

He gasped dramatically, setting a clawed hand to his chest like he had been hurt. It did nothing to erase the cute smile on his face, though. “You doubt my intentions, Princess? Well, you are right to do so,” he sighed dramatically. “Indeed, I am not just here to congratulate and shower you in praise, but to rob you of your goodies. Forgive this dashing rogue of his glutinous ways?”

He fluttered his eyes at her, and she couldn't help but laugh. “You are forgiven, on one condition,” she raised her hand, index finger raised to indicate her one condition.

“Name it,” he leaned in, looking ready to do anything.

“Help me with the baking and cooking for later,” she stated simply with a coy smile. “You can eat a portion of anything you make yourself. That’s the means for you to get fed. Deal?”

“Deal!” He hopped to his feet with a big grin and she gently laughed, happy to see his energy. She led him back down into her room and then into the kitchen.

She quickly checked on everything, making sure nothing had burned while she was gone. Satisfied, she waved Chat Blanc to join her at the counter. His previously excited mood was replaced by slight nervousness. He looked unfamiliar with the layout, though his eyes sparked with curiosity. Marinette tried not to stare as she cleared her throat and started introducing him to the ingredients and tools. “Now, don’t touch anything just yet,” she added when she finished showing him around. “Cooking has ground rules you should always follow.”

“Like a chemistry lab?” His ears flicked and wings shuffled, and she giggled, nodding.

“Yep, just like a chemistry lab. First, let's get you an apron.” She grabbed one of the hooks by the stairs, and as she went to toss the neck strap over his head, she noticed the decal on the front. Kiss the Cook. She blushed and turned it backwards, swiftly putting it on Chat before he could see. Now the decal was hidden from view and she wouldn't have to think about it. She then went behind him to tie the waist strap, but paused as she looked at his wings in the way.

“Something wrong?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

“Your wings...These aprons are usually for my parents. I only use them when my wings are bound,” she said quietly, a bit awkward and unsure.

“Oh,” he replied softly. Her breath caught and she stepped back as his wings moved. They dropped slightly, only to completely fold up, pull against his back. He smiled at her gently over his shoulder. “Better? As long as you don’t tie it too tightly, I’ll be purrfectly comfortable like this.

Dropping her head to hide another blush, she nodded, coming closer and tying the apron. “So, uhm, next thing. Always keep your hands- uh, talons, washed.” He chuckled at her fumbled pun but nodded and went to the sink. She mentally facepalmed, knowing it would be awkward to wash gloves.

She carried on instructing him, meanwhile trying to keep to the edge of his vision until her flustering calmed down. She made sure he knew never to cross contaminate foods, to always clean the work area as they went, and continue to wash hands frequently. She scolded him when the oven timer went off and he almost reached in without proper hand protection. He was sheepish about it, but to her satisfaction, he didn’t make the mistake again.

At some point, she hadn't noticed the amount of flour dusting him because of how well it blended in. She only realized it when he had patted her head in reassurance that he could do a task without help now. The pat left a white handprint in her midnight hair, and she guffawed indignantly when she noticed it in her reflection on a mixing bowl. She didn’t bother trying to get it off, though, knowing it was pointless.

Finally, with quiche, pasta salad, croissants, and macaroons all done after a few more hours of working together, they were now sitting on the floor, waiting for the bread rolls to finish. The dishes and counters were already clean, the aprons were back where they belonged, and Marinette had even let out her wings to stretch them out alongside Chat Blanc’s. She tried not to think about their feathers brushing as they sat shoulder to shoulder, watching the oven like a pair of tired but happy hawks.

Chat started humming as they sat in comfortable silence, and she listened to the gentle sound. It was enhanced by a subtle purr, and she had to hold her breath to keep from giggling at the cuteness of the moment.

When he stopped, she asked in a whisper, “What song was that?”

“Hm? Oh,” he smiled softly and rubbed his neck. “A lullaby my mother used to sing. ‘Robin and his Maiden’. I made my own little parody of it not long after I got my Miraculous. Well, I only managed to do the first line, really, I'm stuck on the rest.”

Marinette sat up, attention caught. “Tell it to me, I want to hear.”

He hesitated, a blush under his mask indicating it was from shyness and not from doubt. “The original first line went like this: Little Robin on a roof, without his Maiden. The story is about Robin Hood and Maid Marian. Now I say it like this: Little Kitty on a roof, without his Lady.” Marinette giggled, realizing the comparison to her alter ego. “I’m stuck on the rest, because the story doesn't seem to quite fit with the changed names, you know?”

With a nod of understanding, she nudged his shoulder with her own. “Art is hard, I know. It’s okay to be stuck. You should try playing with the names a bit, maybe the rest will come to you along with fresh inspiration.”

He nodded and looked away, back to the oven as he began to hum again. Soon, the hums turned to words. “Little Gryphon on a roof, all alone without his Princess,” he gave a cheshire grin as she burst out in laughter and a fresh fluster. She pushed him over and he laughed as he flopped on the floor. She stood up and huffed, hiding her smile as she checked on the bread. The timer went off just in time, and, feeling satisfied with their golden brownness, she took them out and set them to cool on the counter.

She glanced at the clock and sighed. “Everything is done in time, that’s good. The picnic is in an hour.” She turned to Chat with a soft smile. “Without fail, I always end up late to meet-ups because I put way too much on my plate right before hand. Looks like I’ll be on time this year. I couldn't have done this without you, Blanc.”

He smiled back at her from his place on the floor, looking perfectly content to be there as he practically basked in her thanks. She laughed, feeling light and newly carefree. When they lulled back into comfortable silence, he sat up and looked at the clock himself. A sad smile replaced his normal one.

“Looks like I need to go before then. I have somewhere to be later, too.” He stood, brushing the last of the flour off his white suit, his wings fluttering as they too shook out little puffs of powder. Marinette nodded and joined him, leading him back upstairs and out onto her balcony.

“Thank you for stopping by, gryphlet. I had fun,” she looked away, smiling to herself. “And don’t forget these, your promised treats for helping.” She handed him a cardboard pastry box, containing a few of the goods they had made together.

He beamed at her as he accepted it, and then took her hand in his and bowed. “It was my pleasure, Princess.” He kissed the air above her knuckles and she giggled, struck breathless by his action. He straightened back up and let her go, smiling wide. “I’ll see you again soon.”

And just like that, he was leaping from her balcony and gliding away on wings that matched the sky and clouds.

It took her a little while to go back inside, having taken her time to be dazed as she processed the last few hours. Tikki had broken her out of it with barely restrained giggles and a reminder that they needed to get ready for the picnic with her class.

As expected, the hour passed by quickly after that, and with a little help from her parents, all of Marinette and Chat Blanc’s efforts were brought to the park and set out on tables alongside everyone else’s contributions.

Everyone in their class made it to the park, and a few had even dragged along some family members who were willing to celebrate with them. Many of them spent the whole picnic talking about the school year, and all the random moments that stuck in their minds. Hawkmoth and some Akumas were brought up at some point, and almost half an hour was subsequently spent on everyone acting out each other's Akumatized versions in light and welcomed jest.

When it all started to dwindle to a close, everyone spent time making summer plans together and discussing which lycées they were going to. It was sad to think that their group, together for four years strong, was going to be split up. Luckily, everyone had plans to join extracurricular school groups that were likely to have them meeting up just as often as before. Even their humanitarian projects like planting public trees and gardens was something they were excited to continue.

If anything, they all knew that distance wasn’t going to make their bonds any lesser.

And so, all in all, Marinette had a good time, and she felt ready to keep going into the future.

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I was wondering if you could write something where Harry’s wife tells him she doesn’t want him in the delivery room when she gives birth. She figures having maybe Gemma or Anne with her. She comes from a family of women, so she just doesn’t think she needs him. Harry’s left torn between agreeing with her because it’s her choice and absolutely broken up over it, because he wants to witness his first child come into the world. In the end she chooses to have him by her side. 🌻💛🌻

Word Count: 2.5k

Author’s Note: THANK YOU for this dad!Harry request!! It is quite apparent that I can ramble about dad!Harry for ages, so if anyone has anything dad!Harry they’d like to discuss, my inbox is open and I will give it my all! Enjoy! Take care and tpwk.

Harry found her by the pool, her already glowing body veiled by a thin layer of sweat. Her sun-kissed legs were crossed one another, body completely bare sans the skimpy swimsuit that she only wore at home due to her current situation. She was nearly 7 months pregnant with hers and Harry’s first child, having gotten to the point where even the thought of leaving the house exhausted her. Knowing this, it made sense to Harry as to why he found her in such an unusual place when he came home from his workout at the gym. She’d always claimed that the hated the oversized pool that took up room for a potential garden in the backyard of their home, so she was rarely seen dipping her toes in the cool, blue water. Harry supposed her cabin fever had gotten the best of her and she’d had to find new ways to entertain herself whilst they both waited anxiously for their baby to arrive.

He could see her through the large, glass windows that faced the backyard, her cell phone perched in one hand while she rubbed absent-minded circles around her swollen bump with the other. Sounds of her sweet, cherubic laugh trailed in through the cracks of the french doors, immediately warming Harry’s chest and causing him to smile in a way that showed off his cavernous dimples. This pregnancy had brought a lot of emotional turmoil in terms of the way her hormones would render her depressed and misanthropic for weeks at a time in some cases, then bouncy and cheery the next as if nothing had been wrong. Harry supposed today had been one of those good days.

It came as second nature to him to make a double batch of the smoothie he routinely drank after he exercised. He’d found out early on in her pregnancy that she’d always try to sneak sips of the sweet, fruity blend due to her new cravings, so he’d eventually just started making two drinks each time to satisfy them both. As he juggled the two glasses in his large, ringed hands, he slid open the door with the full intention of joining her in her sunbathing escapades to cool down after his intensive workout. Maybe he’d even convince her to stick her feet over the edge while he swam a few laps around her. That was until he’d caught the tail-end of the sentence that she’d muttered to whoever was on the other end of her phone line.

“…I was just thinking maybe you or Anne in the room during the delivery, and then Harry can come in and see the baby right after.”

Harry felt his heart sink into his arse at what he’d overheard, almost in disbelief at what he’d just heard her say. Surely, he’d missed a key part of this conversation and the tidbit he’d just stumbled upon was not her saying that she didn’t want Harry by her side when she gave birth to their first child. They’d never discussed it, but he’d always been under the assumption that he’d be right there next to her, holding her hand as their son or daughter made their appearance into the world. However, Harry couldn’t shake the feeling like that was exactly what she had just said.

“Yeah, totally. And then- Oh! Hi, Harry!” She stopped mid-sentence and perked up upon realizing her husband was home.

Harry smiles cheesily back at her, though there was a hint of disappointment in his expression. She was too entranced in her conversation to notice.

“Brought ye’ a smoothie,” Harry raised the glass towards his face to show off the perspiring glass of blended fruit and protein powder.

She wiggles her toes in excitement, the shiny lilac polish gleaming in the sunlight. Harry had painted them for her last week, her having been too far along in her pregnancy to reach her own toes. He always did little things like this for her so she could feel beautiful no matter how atrocious she was convinced she looked in her state. If it were up to Harry, he’d keep her like this for as long as possible; he had fallen in love with her ten times over since she’d been pregnant. 

“Thank you, lovie. Gemma’s on the line. She says hi. And also that she’s still your mum’s favorite,” she said to Harry as she pulled the phone slightly away from her ear.

Harry couldn’t help but chuckle at his older sister’s immature banter as he sat the smoothie down next to his wife and leaned down to press a kiss to her damp hair.

He spoke clearly into the speaker so that Gemma was certain to hear him, “Just wait until the baby gets here. Then mum won’t give a shit about either of us.”

Harry didn’t hear Gemma’s snarky response, but he did hear her laugh loudly on the other end mixed with his wife’s own sweet giggles. He gave her bump a few pats with his hand that was cold from holding the glass and silently gestured to her that he was headed back inside. What he had overheard on the phone had killed his desire to lounge in the pool with his wife. He needed to be alone, whether it was to come up with a way to convince her otherwise or simply sulk about in his misery. His wife blew him a kiss which he subsequently pretended to catch and stuff in his hoddie pocket before ducking back into the house.

Whilst Harry was washing off in the shower, his mind was racing. Did she really not want him in the delivery room with her? It was his child, for christ’s sake! Of course he wanted to be there, more than anything, to be there when their baby took their first breaths, when they came out covered in goo and kicking and screaming. All Harry had ever wanted was a family to call his own, and now that it was within arm’s reach, he wanted to experience it all. 

Of course, she was going to be the one quite literally pushing a life force out of her body, therefore Harry had no say in the matter. At the end of the day, even if his future efforts to convince her otherwise were unsuccessful, it was her choice and Harry would have to respect that. It just struck him right through his core to think that his own wife didn’t want him there beside her as she gave birth. 

Amidst his racing thoughts, he’d lost track of time. The water had since run lukewarm, but he didn’t realize this until he heard the creak of the steamy shower door open and saw his pregnant wife step inside, still dressed in the skimpy swimsuit that she wore when she didn’t want any tan lines.

“Stealing all of the hot water now, aren’t you?” she teased as she stripped herself of the sopping wet material, then tossed it halfhazardly into the corner of the large, stand-in shower.

Harry mumbled a quiet, “Sorry,” before stepping out of the way of the faucet to let her rinse off.

“‘S alright. I’m still pretty warm from being outside,” she reassured him as she worked shampoo through her dripping locks, “Everything alright?” 

“Ye’, why wouldn’t it be?” Harry answered his wife’s question, though he knew that wasn’t the truth and he couldn’t hold eye contact with her so he opted to watch as the soap suds ran from her scalp and down around her belly.

“Just seem kinda off is all,” she dismissed her quandaries and reached for the conditioner.

“‘M fine,” Harry lied again, “Wha’ were ye’ talkin’ to Gem about?”

“Oh, just baby stuff. She wanted to know if we’d decided on a theme for the nursery yet so she could start buying us gifts and then we just ended up talking for a while.”

Harry nodded silently as he worked a foaming cleanser into his skin, waiting until she was done rinsing her hair to take his turn back under the running water. He could say something, he really could. He knew that he should, because communication was key and he needed to be prepared for the heartbreak he’d experience when she told him that she didn’t want him in the delivery room with her. But he was nervous, scared almost. It was as if he actually didn’t want to know how she felt and would rather just forget the whole thing happened. However, now was not the time to be cowardly. This was his child and if he wasn’t willing to talk openly with his wife about how they’d approach the situation, maybe he wasn’t really ready to be a father after all.

“Did I overhear you tellin’ Gemma you don’t want me in the delivery room with ye’?”

She stopped running the silky soap through the ends of her hair to look at Harry directly.

“What do you mean?”

“I heard you say somethin’ about mum bein’ in the delivery room with ye’ and then me comin’ in right after. Do ye’ not want me in there?”

Harry’s voice sounded trembled as if he didn’t want to hear her answer his question. She finally picked up on his trepidation, and the look on her face was one of confusion.

“Harry I…I didn’t say that,” she was merely at a loss for words.

“Ye’ kinda did. Heard ye’ say it,” Harry snided. 

“I didn’t say I didn’t want you in the room, Harry. My family’s always had only the girls in the delivery room. I just figured I’d do the same. Plus, I didn’t know you even wanted to be there.”

“Of course I want to be there,” Harry stressed, “‘s my baby for cryin’ out loud.”

Right then, she felt an intense flutter in her abdomen that caused her to cup her bump with her arm. This baby sure did love the sound of their father’s voice. Nothing was said between them, only awkward, unbearable silence. The water suddenly felt ice cold, raising chillbumps all up and down her arms and legs. Was Harry mad at her? She didn’t know. There was no malice with her intentions to give birth to their child without Harry in the delivery room, she genuinely hadn’t thought twice about it; it’s how she had been raised to believe how a woman should give birth, with strong women by their side. He was looking at her with glassy eyes like she had utterly broken him and caused irrepairable damage and it made her heart feel heavier than the weight of her baby bump that killed her lower back.

“I didn’t know, Harry,” she whispered, barely audible over the hissing of the faucet.

“Kinda common sense, now, innit? ‘S fine. ‘S your body.”

Harry quickly rid himself of any soap residue and left his wife alone in the ice cold shower before she could say another word. He left her the fluffier, more comfortable towel that he’d chosen for himself, because that’s just who he is.

//

He avoided her for the rest of the evening. He shut himself in his office for the better part of nearly three hours, hoping to turn his feelings into art and potentionally crank out a verse or two. The thoughts buzzing in his head were far too loud to concentrate on any chord or key, so he turned to answering emails, still not coming out of the room to resolve the argument he’d had with his wife in the shower. He wasn’t even sure what to say, or if there was anything to say at all.

She’d done the same, cooping herself up in their bedroom and taking a nap instead of finding Harry and demanding that they squash this immediately. She was so startled over the entire thing, having been bombarded with more information than she could handle. It hurt her to know that she’d hurt Harry, but at the same time she believed she hadn’t done anything wrong. This was clearly miscommunication on the most basic level, though it didn’t make her feel any better having realized that. Uneasiness settled deep into her bones as she drifted off into a light, relaxing slumber.

//

Harry tossed the garlic around in the pan with a wooden spoon blindly, only cooking to fill his stomach and not to enjoy it. It was her favorite meal, so he’d figured she’d enjoy the leftovers, at least. His mind kept drifting off to two months down the road, when his baby would be arriving in the sterile, chilly delivery room whilst he, on the other hand, wouldn’t be there to see it.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt two arms wrap around his middle and a protruding bump poke him in the small of his back.

“‘M sorry,” her voice sounded muffled from where she was talking into his shirt.

Harry reduced the heat on the stove and turned around in her grasp to face her. He took her head in both of his hands, forcing her to look at him when she spoke. 

“‘S okay. It’s your choice. I didn’t mean t’ upset ye’.”

“No, H. It’s not okay,” she couldn’t stop the hormonal tears from pooling in her eyes and running down her cheeks that were still warm from the nap she’d taken, “I should have asked you what you wanted. It’s your baby too. I just wasn’t thinking. I don’t you to be mad at me.”

Harry wiped her tears away with the pads of his thumbs, hating to see her cry like this.

“I’m not mad at ye’, love. Just caught me off guard. I’m fine now. I’ll wait outside the delivery room if that’s what ye’ want.”

He really hoped that wasn’t what she wanted, but he knew it was the right thing to do. After a long pause of her collecting her breath and nuzzling into Harry’s soothing touch, she found her words once more.

“It’s not what I want. I want you there. Beside me. Holding my hand when our baby gets here.”

This time it was Harry that started to cry, though he didn’t let her see the salty tears fall becaues he burried his head into the crook of her neck and held her in the dimly lit kitchen they stood in. All she could hear were his sniffles and his rapidly beating heart through is chest.

“I love you,” Harry mumbled into her neck, tickling her sensitive skin.

“I love you, too. So fucking much, Harry,” she gave his abdomen a tight embrace before pulling back. 

“But promise me you’ll still want me after you see the baby come out of me. I’ve seen it before and it is not pretty.”

Harry choked on his remaining tears as a laugh roared through his chest. He wiped the wetness from his face with the sleeve of his sweatshirt.

“’M only gonna want ye’ more after that. Promise,” Harry then raised his left pinky towards her in sincerity, the wedding band on his ring glimmering in the stovetop light.

[tamakissimp]

headcanon - being their old classmates child

request: @rayanicaraynbow​ Hey! I was wondering if you could do headcannons for Aizawa, Midnight, and Present Mic reacting to finding out that one of their students are the child of an old friend of theirs? So like, y/n's parent(s) were close friends with those 3 when they were younger, and the reaction they'd get by them finding this out like half way through the year or something. I'm not good at wording things lol, and if not that's fine. I love your blog, btw! <3

a/n: thank you so much! I love this idea so much! I hope you like it!

AIZAWA:

Most of the time, Aizawa was either too sleepy or too grumpy to notice the resemblance between you and his childhood friends.

He didn't think twice about how your quirk seemed to be a mix between that of his friends.

You didn't know that he was the 'Shota-kun’ that your parents often talked about.

Since you were a pretty average student, Aizawa never felt the need to have a parent-teacher conversation.

After he found out that you were indeed the child of his old friends, he tried his best to not play favourites.

But he couldn't help himself when he kept on noticing how much your mannerism was like those of your parents.

Sometimes you would get a little less homework or he would go a bit easier on you during training.

You tried to appear calm while you and your parents wait outside of Aizawa's classroom. They are both gushing about how much the UA has changed since their years here. From the paint on the walls to the pictures they hung op on them, so much has seemed to change

Suddenly, the classroom door swings open. A dishevelled Aizawa stands before you. He looks between you and your parents a couple of times. "Shota-kun?" your dad says before pulling the teacher in for a hug.

You and Aizawa share a confused look while your mom joins in for a group hug. What is going on? Your mom finally brings you out of your confusion. "Oh, Shota, if we would have known you became a teacher, we would have stopped by sooner!". Was your teacher the Shota-Kun that you had heard so many stories about?

Aizawa stumbles over his words for a bit. God, it must have been years since he last saw his friends. Now it all makes sense. Why you seemed so familiar, why he already knew everything about your quirk. He looks over your parents and you again. You were a perfect mix of them.

"I didn't know that Y/n was your child," he says. His voice is quiet, even more than normal. Your dad nods as he mentions with his hand for you to come closer. Once you're within arms reach, he swings his arm over your childer.

It was weird for him to see you all. Most of his friends turned into hero's, who now didn't have the time to worry about starting a family. But obliviously two of his friends succeded in it.

"Why don't you swing by for tea after this? To catch up," your mom suggests. Aizawa nods before leading you and your parents into his classroom. While his body is still tired, as usual, his mind was buzzing with excitement. Maybe he should have called your parents in sooner.

PRESENT MIC:

You blended into the background too much for him to really notice you.

Sure, he knew all of his students. But since he was busier with hyping up his class than with really paying attention to every single student, you just got lost in the crowd.

It isn't until one particular training session that he really noticed how similar your quirk is to that of his childhood friends.

He confronts you about it afterwards. Asking about your parents and whatnot.

Once you drop their name, he immediately asks for a picture of them. He practically begs you to invite him to dinner that night.

He walks you to your house after classes are over. A huge smile is plastered on his face as he sees your parents again.

He spends the entire night over, talking end-on-end about the past and your lives now. Since your parents were highschool-sweethearts back in the day, Hizashi loves to see that they're still together.

Definitely plays favourites with you afterwards and does nothing to hide it.

"Good job! Well done, Y/l/n!" Hizashi says happily. Your cheeks heat up as you sink further into your seat. Ever since your teacher found out about your parents, he has called on you to answer questions way more often. Sure, Iida was bummed that someone took his place as being the teacher's pet but he never showed his irritation.

Present mic continues on with his lesson. You just dose for a bit, getting lost on daydreams. It isn't until he starts handing out the homework packets that you zone back in. Students around you groan at the amount of work he's handing out. Most were expecting to learn about their quirk at the UA. While they got to do just that, they also had to do an insane amount of homework along with it, English including.

As the teacher reaches your table, you notice that the packet he hands you is significantly smaller than that of the other students. You look up at your teacher. Hizashi just sticks his tumb up at you. "Tell your parents I'm coming over after dinner, okay?" he says.

You nod at him. A bright smile flashes over his lips before he continues to walk to the next students. You scan through the homework he just handed you. It will only take fifteen minutes to make, tops. Being the teacher's favourite does have its perks.

MIDNIGHT:

She'll notice that your face feels familiar, but she won't act out on it.

She won't even mention it to you. Instead, she keeps on teaches her class like normal, but you notice that she is being kinder to you.

Nothing out of the ordinary though, not until she saw your parents.

Your mom and dad had been begging for you to show them around campus. They hadn't been inside the building since their teenage years and were desperate to see it again.

That's when Midnight spotted you and your parents walking through the halls. Suddenly the familiarity made sense.

"Hey!" she calls out. Your parent turns around at the sound of her familiar voice.

The rest of the afternoon consisted of them catching up again while you were awkwardly third -well actually forth- wheeling.

After that, she didn't play favourites with you since your parents specifically told her not to.

She was a lot less stern with you, if at all. She never called on you to answer questions in front of the class.

If you made spelling errors on a test, she would pretend to have not seen them.

"Well, that was it for today," Midnight calls out. The class sighs thankfully and quickly packs up their stuff to get the hell out of the classroom. Instead of just grabbing your stuff and bolting out of the room, you stop by Nemuri's desk first. She looks at you with a bright smile.

"How can I help you, Y/n?" she asks. It still feels weird to be called by your first name by a teacher. You nod as you reach into your bag, pulling an old photo book out of it.

You hand it to Nemuri and her face lights up. "My uh, My parents want me to give you this," you say. The last couple of students who are still in the classroom send you weird looks but you don't pay them any mind.

"Thank you so much!" Nemuri says. She starts to flip through the book. Memories flood her mind with every picture she sees. "You look a lot like your dad when he was younger, you know?". She shows you a picture of him from the book to further prove her point.

Embarrassment washes through you as you stare at the picture. Nemuri has her arms slung around your father's waist while planting a kiss on his cheek. Even when she was younger, being a flirt was written into her DNA. She pulls the book away from you once she notices you uncomfortably shifting your weight around.

"Anyways, thank you, parents, for me yeah?" she asks. You nod at her and start walking towards the exit of the room. "Oh, and by the way.". You turn back around to face her. "There's a surprise pop-quiz next week," she says with a wink. You nod at her an make a mental note to start studying tonight. Okay, maybe she plays favourites just a little.

[ilvermornyidiot]

𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 & 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩

(not my gif)

Chapter One

paring; multiple Hogwarts boys (and girls?) x reader

word count; 3.7k 

series list | master-list

chapter one | chapter two

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Soft whispers could be heard if you strained your ears. Some words bordering on the tone of loud whispers. You decide to keep your eyes closed, but allowed your other senses to awaken.

Your efforts however, are in vain. The whispers blended together in a flurry of words, mouths opening and closing, tongues hitting teeth.

The burrow was warm, and the inside of Ginny's tiny room gladly held onto that warmth. The smell of something with a delicious aroma slowly oozed into the room. You tried to smell it without announcing that you were now awake, but quickly gave up.

Finally someone, most likely Ginny?, let out an exasperated sigh and you could hear scuffling and muffled shouts before the door was closed in their face(s). You could hear soft laughter spilling from the crack of the door. Light footsteps padded to where you lay on the floor, a sleeping bag underneath your form,

"I know your awake y/n." You scrambled to sit up on your elbows with a frown, how..? Ginny laughs in amusement, "Perks of having sleepovers for over five years."

You laugh too, letting Ginny and your own laughter fill the space between you. Ginny was sitting on the edge of her bed and you suddenly narrow your eyes at her, her lips still pressed in a knowing smile like she's hiding something,

"Ginevra Molly Weasley I may not be a body language expert like yourself but your hiding something from me." She stifles a giggle as she slowly makes her way to the door.

Ginny turns around to face you, her body already out the door and heading towards the kitchen, "Mom asked me to wake you up five minutes ago."

She sprints to the kitchen, her giggles mixing with her footfalls as you turn and burry your head into the pillow in frustration. She should know better than to 'prank' you, the twins would gladly help you reinact your revenge.

That thought mixed with the horror of being late, makes you quickly stand up and frantically look for a pair of clothes. You close the door pushing the lock shut, not wanting a repeat of what happened yesterday when Ron didn't knock.

Shuddering from the horrid but amusing memory, you quickly slip on a pair of black overalls that reach your ankles with a white striped crop top.

The outfit is one who had seen in a muggle Tv show. You then settle on a pair of white sneakers. You grab a small dark green bag filled with necessities.

You make eye contact with one of the posters tacked to Ginny's wall, a name written in sprawling black letters- the Weird Sisters. Must be some weird wizard band, you preferred to listen to muggle music anyway.

Fiddling with the golden locket around your neck, you make your way to the kitchen. Conveniently, Ginny's room is on the first floor; leading right to the kitchen.

The kitchen is full of life; the twins already sitting and talking animatedly, simultaneously making a mess that Molly will have a fit over, along with Arthur sitting contently at the head of the table- asking Harry Potter about the purpose of rubber ducks.

You sallow a small giggle, Harry always seems to put himself in awkward situations and never knows how to get out of them. You approach Molly first, wanting to apologize for being late- something ingrained in you since you were young,

"Y/n!" Molly quickly discards her pervious task. Apologizes are quickly forgotten as you relish in a mother's hug, something you haven't had the luxury of when having parents that are high-up in the Ministry.

Molly's shout gained the attention of Arthur who welcomes you over with a wave, giving him a hug as well. The Weasleys have been your second family since birth, your families never losing touch after Hogwarts.

You greet a blushing Harry then settle down in the seat in front of him, ignoring the dramatic cry's of betrayal from George and Fred. Hermione offers you a smile from Harry's side and you send one back.

Letting your eyes wonder over the table you take head count, "Mione, where's Ron?"

She rolls her eyes with sigh and digs viciously into her eggs, "Still in his room I suppose." You giggle at her state and Ginny nudges you with her elbow, to not push the touchy subject.

You weren't completely oblivious to the world around you, the tension between Hermione and Ron was one you knew. But you weren't one to meddle in other people's business, and it was more entertaining watching them refuse to accept their feelings.

"Gin, I can't believe it's today!" You and Ginny grin and squeal in excitement, Hermione and Harry wear symmetrical expressions of confusion.

"Ron didn't tell you? We're going to the Quidditch World Cup!" You spout excitedly. Ginny mutters an insult to Ron's memory as the rest of the Weasleys turn back to their food.

Ginny nudges you again, "Who do you think is gonna win?" You shrug, waiting for the food that you finished eating to digest,

"I don't know, I'm more excited to watch the game I don't really care who wins." She rolls here eyes but keeps the grin on her face.

"That's the whole point of the game! The competition!" You laugh, you're more focused on the fact that the event shortly taking place is one that only takes place every couple of years. You let yourself fall into the familiar rhythm of the Weasley's, letting Ginny chat your ear off besides you and smiling as you people watch.

You gasp turning to Arthur, remembering his question to Harry earlier. "Didn't you want to know the purpose of a rubber duck?" Arthur exclaims in victory and gestures for you to continue.

The rest of the morning passes by quickly as you spend it answering questions about muggle things. Despite coming from a pureblood family, your parents left you in the care of a muggle staff.

(For the sake of this story, the Avery family will be different from the cannon one.)

You grew up with a mixture of both the wizard world and the muggle world. The Weasley family made your life full with people and happiness, making you feel intertwined with them forever.

...

You trudged along the grassy terrain, feeling ten times heavier because of the bright sun beating down on your black clothing. To busy in your own thoughts hearing Arthur yell, "Haven't the foggiest, keep up!" Made you raise an eyebrow at Ginny and Hermione.

They just shrugged. Probably had to do with Ron and Harry guessing by their crestfallen faces, you assume.

The group soon came across a short man standing under a large tree. Arthur introduced him as Amos Diggory, and apologized for the late start- but not without glaring slightly at Ron.

Ginny smirks at you and you roll your eyes before pushing your shoulders into her's, making her lose her balance with a short glare shot at you. You could feel Hermione's disapproving glare, but from experience you know not to mind it.

Suddenly there's thump, and Cedric Diggory now stands next to father, shaking hands with Arthur. Ginny starts to tease you as Cedric scans the crowd until he sees you, he wears a small bashful smile that makes your heart hurt from the comfort it makes you feel.

You break eye contact with Cedric, immediately shoving Ginny again and running towards the twins as Ginny yells after you; not making an effort to move from her place next to Hermione. The twins you soon learn, are no better then Ginny.

After climbing a grassy hill that most likely left dirt stains on your sneakers, your eyes zero in on an ... old boot? The others gather around the boot and you involuntary copy Cedric, dropping down and grabbing the shoe with your hand.  

"Ready kids?" No one is able to get a word out as the world is suddenly spinning, and it keeps getting faster before Arthur yells, "Let go!"

Hermione shrieks, "What?" But you do as told and suddenly your hitting the dirt ground with an unpleasant huff.

Your too busy trying to catch your breath to notice Cedric, Amos, and Arthur walk down from the sky. A shadow covers the sun and you focus on the figure offering you their hand.

You gladly take it, brushing off your overalls and internally grumbling about how you decided to wear black clothing, which will now be dirty.

You glance up at Cedric with a grateful smile, "Thanks Ced." He flashes you a smile that makes your heart stop for a second, before you both return to the group that is now climbing up the hill.

The nerves that Cedric awakened are now permanent; to your dismay. You can only hope that Cedric feels similar slow unraveling of nerves in his stomach.

The sight is one you'll never forget, wizards and witches rushing everywhere. There's thousands of tents set up, the space between them varying from almost touching to three people being able to walk in between them. There's so much to take in, it's like a kid waking into a candy shop.

Navigating through it, you and Cedric shortly part ways. You make your way to the back of the pack, itching to knock the knowing smirk off Ginny's face.

The boys in front of you stop and you almost flatten into the two red heads. They soon disappear into the tiny tent in front of you.

You follow suit, eyes wide as you take in the Weasley tent. It has the same homey feeling as the Burrow, instantly making you feel comfortable. You set your small bag on the table that George and Fred lounge at, before leaning against it, taking in the tent.

You smile as Ginny and Hermione hit each other with their bags, and your grin broadens when Arthur attempts to scold everyone.

...

The stadium is huge, and the bright white lights encompassing the stadium can be felt from any place inside it. You squint a little, your eyes sensitive from the light, "Blimey dad, how far up are we?" Ron whines.

You laugh at Ron's tone as he looks back with a frown that makes you laugh harder- you and Ginny had been giggling at everything the whole hour. You can't help it, laughing makes your life seem lighter and you need a lot of it.

Consequently, Hermione ditched the two of you for Ron and Harry. Not that you minded, you love Hermione, but you just felt closer to Ginny as you consider her your best friend.

You soon zoned out, taking in the huge stadium with wide glazed over eyes. The rest of the group stopped for some reason. You sallow nervously, narrowly missing colliding with Ron's back.

You slowly brought your attention to the people below you, your blood freezing when you made eye contact with a smug Draco Malfoy.

You considered Draco a family friend, but being his friend felt like making excuses for every horrible thing he has said or done, and it was a cycle you desperately wanted to break. Looking at Draco made you realize why you couldn't find it in yourself to fight him.

Draco eyed the Weasley's in disgust, his face one of disappointment when he spots you, and proceeds to trail after his father.

You rolled your eyes as his dramatics your face flushing from seeing him for the first time over the summer, not noticing Harry gaging your reaction.

After some climbing you finally arrived at the seats, following George and Fred you leaned against the railing, grinning at the sight.

"Who are you cheering for y/n? I hope it's the Irish." Fred said with a wink. You just giggled looking behind you, grabbing Ginny and pulling her to your side as you both gasped in awe at the players making their entrances.

You still find it hard to pick a team, content with your decision to stay neutral.

Through all the excitement, you didn't realize the small space in between you and the person next to you. You move your hand sightly over and recoil in shock when it touches another hand.

Your embarrassment lingers when the hand belongs to Cedric, who gives you a teasing smile and you bit your lip, avoiding his eyes and turning to a giggling Ginny.

Your face must be on fire from the amount of times a soft flush appeared across it. You flick her arm before loud shouts and cheers interrupt you.

Fred and George shout words of support for the Irish as the game soon begins, but not before Victor Krum makes a dramatic entrance.

You tap your fingernails against the railing in anticipation, hearing roars and cheers from all around you.

...

The game ends as quick as it starts, the twins happily parading around the tent, teasing Ron about his star-struck crush on Krum. You snicker from your spot next to Harry,

"I think your in love Ron." Ginny says as she pats him on the arm comfortingly, moving to stand at your other side. You break out into a fit of giggles as the twins circle Ron, acting like birds and screeching Krum.

Next to you, Harry joins the twins as they sing a nonsensical song, and you bask in the glow of nirvana that encircles you.

There's bang and bop before it's silent once again. "Sounds like the Irish have got their pride on." Fred remarks with admiration.

Arthur frantically rushes into the tent, "That's not the Irish and we need to go now." His voice is steady and pristine and you know the situation is serious.

You take Ginny's hand and follow the twins. Outside of the tent is pure chaos. Death eaters fly over head, and the crowd is running in all different directions. Not stopping to care, just trying to put as much distance between them and the scene unfolding.

A muggle family was floating in the sky, you could hear their screams of agony mix with the ones of delight from the death eaters blend in horrible harmony. You can feel Ginny hesitate, wanting to go help them.

You rush after the twins and quickly pull her along, finding safety in the forest, and following Arthur's directions to find the port key. You and Ginny are still holding hands, and you squeeze her hand to remind her your still there. That your safe, and it will be okay.

You had stopped in the middle of the clearing, "Wait, where's Harry?"

Hermione and Ron exchange looks of horror before promptly rushing off to find Harry even though you call after them to stop.

This is how they get themselves in near death situations, they don't think.

Looking sideways at Ginny, you decide to stay put with the twins and your best friend.

By the time the trio made it back, the sky was gray, and the area was almost silent. Most people had left, but you still stood huddled with the Weasley's. It didn't take you twice to grab onto the port key with Ginny's hand still clutched in your own.

When everyone had made it back to the burrow, the shock started to wear off. You felt numb, you had just seen actual death eaters.

Being best friends with Harry Potter meant you had indirect run ins with them, but to see them up close?

To hear their laughs with the shrieks of terror from everyone else on replay in head made you shudder.

...

The rest of the summer flew by fast. To your dismay, your parents had strongly requested that you spend your last week of summer at the Avery family manor.

That week was the slowest of the whole summer- and when you awoke the next Monday morning, you felt lighter then you had all of last week.

You narrow your eyes, yawning and letting your eyes slowly adjust to the dark room. The curtains had been drawn, but the sun was still rising and it faced away from your room. Letting dim gold lights hit the glass.

Thankfully, you had not had any nightmares about the quidditch world cup, helping to reluctantly ease your paranoia. You surveyed your room, making sure everything was in order. Another mannerism engraved in you since you were young.

You stole a quick glance at the chunky black alarm clock laying on the nightstand; squinting at the bright bold symbols.

You had plenty of time, and decided to spend it by getting ready for your first day of fourth year. You felt yourself repeating the same cycle of anxiety at the beginning of the year. There was no reason for it, but bad habits die hard.

You had managed to fix your hair so it was decent and apply some light makeup in a span of minutes. You moved from the cream vanity to the wall mirror, slowly dragging away the panel that lead to a shallow closet.

You settled on some socks that were apart of your uniform to save time, with a thin black knee-high dress. It had thin straps and was a combination of loose and form fitting. You slipped on a pair of combat boots and double checked your bags.

You gathered your bags and luggage and made the trek towards the stairs. A maid passing by helped you with your luggage after some insistence.

The smell of fresh food made you forget your bags at the door and break out into a run towards the kitchen. You eye the stove in delight, and rush into a seat on the counter. The house keeper, Mary, chuckles and soon hands you the dish of bacon and eggs.

You hungrily devour the food, and before you know it, your stepping out the front door, pushing your luggage in a cart in front of you.

...

The train is filled with the laughter of your peers, and you swear you heard a scream...you brush it off reluctantly and continue onwards, looking for one specific cart. The scream was probably just a figment of your imagination, born from paranoia.

You finally find it, one door down from the compartment that the trio is sporting. You flash them a grin as you pass by, they each give you a grim one in return.

The grim smiles are not enough to happen your spirits, for when you open the compartment your met with big smiles, "Y/n!" Ginny yells and engulfs you in a hug. You laugh then snicker at her,

"Merlin, I just saw you last week." Ginny just rolls her eyes and sits down with a smile. Luna grins up at you, "Hello y/n, how was your summer?" You and Ginny recount the whole summer, Luna acting as the perfect audience member.

Perhaps that is why your friendship works so well.

You lean back in your seat, trying to catch your breath as you just finished your tale. "Luna how was your summer?" Ginny asks also slightly out of breath.

Luna tells you of her summer with a whimsical smile on her face, and you can't help but be transfixed whenever she talks. One look at Ginny shows she feels the same.

However, your attention span is rather short, and a flash of sliver catches your eye. You pull the door out a little; peaking your head out just a hair and gasp in shock when you see the trolley.

"Do you guys want anything from the trolley?" Your friends both shake their heads no but your mind is already set on getting them candy anyway.

You finish wrestling through your things and hold your coins tightly in your fist. You lean out of the cabin once more.

You miss the words spoken but you don't miss Harry's face as he stares at Cho Chang. Merlin, you hope you don't look like that whenever you see Cedric. The tiny voice in your head threatens to spit out another name but you quickly shut it down.

You bit back a giggle, Harry's like the brother you never had and you find how awkward he is adorable. You don't really blame him, Cho is very pretty.

The trolly is suddenly in front of you and you give the lady a warm smile, "Six chocolate frogs please." You hand the women your coins and she hands you the chocolate frogs in return.

You didn't notice how Harry froze hearing your voice, his shy grin doubling.

You quickly closed the doors and sat back in the seat with a huff. You hand over the chocolate frogs, Luna happily taking them and Ginny protesting the whole time.

You shush her with a shove. You grin when you remember what you just saw. You lean closer to the two other girls.

"You'll never believe what I just saw." Luna smiles expectantly still chewing her chocolate frog with content.

Ginny rolls her eyes then smirks, lowering her head and voice to, match yours, "Cedric Diggory?" Your mouth opens in shock, "Bloody hell Weasley!" She snickers in glee as you smack the back of her head with a scowl.

You don't miss Luna's look of confirmation, like she agreed with Ginny. You settle on another scowl and continue on your task, "I think Harry has a crush on Cho." Luna nods her head, nothing ever seems to phase her. Ginny however gasps- leaning back in shock.

She bends over whispering, "Cho Chang? Like the Ravenclaw seeker?" You nod your head in excitement and Ginny laughs. "You should have seen him Gin! He was mess, oh it was so funny!"

You both howl in laughter and Luna giggles too. Blackmail is always so sweet.

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