#yes i will be finding a way to sneak my wings into as many wing-needed blurbs as possible

[caregivingchrysalises]

🥺

Uppies....?

of course little dove you may have uppies~ would you like buba to wrap zer wings around you hun? there we go sweet thing, how’s that love? let’s see, where does my angel want us to fly off to hm? a wonderful choice sprout,, you’re so adorable baby, thank you for letting me look after you starlight.

{the size of the emoji made me laugh for a good few minutes~ thanks for flying in}

[magicalregression]

General Hazbin Hotel hcs

Hello fellow agere hazbin enjoyers. I come with hcs for the main 6. Pls enjoy

🛡 ~ Charlie ~ 🛡

She's a little. Regresses to like 6-7 y/o and is so sweet and innocent.

Still wants to help everyone, and spends her time drawing posters to attract people to the hotel.

Her main cg is Vaggie for obvious reasons, though she will also gravitate towards Angel if he's around.

Eepy baby. Once all of her energy is gone, pick her up and she falls right to sleep.

⚔ ~ Vaggie ~ ⚔

She's a caregiver. Vaggie also will babysit the other littles in the hotel if needed, though she has an obvious preference for Charlie.

Is kinda hard on the littles when need be, can be very strict. This is especially true for bed/nap time, mealtimes, and baths. No stinky, overtired littles on Vaggie's watch.

This just popped into my head but cuddles where she uses her wings as like a blanket thing or just lets the little snuggle into it yes yes

Tends to clean up after playtime. She wants to be madder, but could never be truly angry with her babies.

🕷 ~ Angel Dust ~ 🕷

Angel is both a little and a babysitter. When he regresses, it's at a similar age to Charlie, maybe a bit older to around 7-8.

His energy levels highly fluctuate depending on his emotions before regressing. If he had been in a stressful situation or recently come back from work, he's very tired and kinda just wants to be alone with whatever he's entertained himself with. If he's not in a high emotion environment, he's full of energy!

Likes playing tag and hide and seek with the others. Sometimes forgets that he's much bigger than everyone, though, and may accidentally cause some booboos.

As a babysitter, he takes his job very seriously. Might not be as strict about meals or naps (definitely lets them just have as many sweets as they want), but will take tea parties and games very seriously.

📻 ~ Alastor ~ 📻

I know a lot of people like little Al but for personal reasons, he is a caregiver lol. He has too soothing a voice and mannerisms with Nifty for me to not harp on it.

Takes his little out to Overlord meetings or to visit Auntie Rosie. When they go see Rosie, she always has a new outfit for them, whether a onesie or full outfit, there's always something. At the Overlord meetings, he'll let them sit in his lap or between him and Rosie. The others don't mind bc I say so.

Alastor doesn't like touch he doesn't initiate, and you are no exception. That being said, if they find a way to pull on or play with his ears, the most he'll do is let out a long sigh before letting them continue.

Calls them a little Overlord. "Come now, little Overlord, it's time for bed." and "Little Overlord, what have I told you about sneaking up on others?" and the like.

I have the most thoughts about him but will keep this short for everyone's sakes

🧹 ~ Nifty ~ 🧹

A little. She has the biggest fluctuation though and will be either 2 or like 7, no in betweens.

Always has energy. She's bouncing off the walls. Because of this, Angel is the last person asked to take care of her because he'll give her candy and then she gets even worse. He's also a little cautious because of the one time he made her cry, but Nifty just kinda drifts over to him anyways.

Husk usually gets stuck looking after the lil bugger. It'll start as Alastor's problem, then he conveniently disappears and Vaggie gives her to "kitty" (it's not that they don't love her, they do, she's just a lot lol). I imagine little Nif and Husk have a similar dynamic to Boo and Sully in Monsters Inc.

The only way to get her to sleep is with radio static. The white noise calms her down. Bonus points if you give her a fluffy plush to hold as well.

🐱 ~ Husk ~ 🐱

Husk doesn't really like children, even of the regressing variety. It's not that he hates them, he'd just prefer to not have to interact with them as much as he can. The most he'll do is babysit, but even then he's a little clueless.

Tends to get stuck with Angel the most, but he prefers Nifty just because he's been around her the most over the years.

Has the bar stocked up with different juices and milk and other drinks for kids. Also has a wide variety of sippy cups with different themes for different littles. Charlie likes the ducky one, Angel has one with crabs on it, and Nifty's are all plain. Everyone uses the space themed ones, though, so he has the most of those.

He has a little nook under the bar that someone could use as a little hiding space as well. If the littles are playing hide and seek and someone goes down there, Husk is the last to snitch.

If you wanna see specific scenarios or hcs about certain characters, feel free to send in an ask!!

[anikasheep]

Things turn different in Nightbringer.

Solomon heard MC's sobbing and moaning when he try to find the reasons why Nightbringer send MC back and stop by their room one night.

He was hesitant, but still opened the door quietly. Solomon walked in silence step and shuffled down the edge of the bed.

"MC."

The sobbing and sniffing stoped. MC shifted and looked at him with their puffy red eyes.

"Nightmare?" They shook their head.

"Miss home." They nodded.

Solomon stared down at their hands which under the cover.

"Can I touch you?" They nodded after several seconds.

Solomon palmed their right hand between his and kissed the back of their right hand.

"I am here with you, MC. You can still miss the brothers but I AM HERE AND YOU ARE NOT ALONE."

His eyelashes brushed thee right hand of MC, the moonlight sneaked into the room and shone on Solomon. His silver hair is glowing.

It's hard to describe the feeling swelling in MC's chest, it's warm and fragile, like a butterfly flops it's wings.

The first night, MC fall asleep while Solomon holding their hands.

Living with Solomon is a new experience to MC.

Basically, the cooking duty is all on MC right now. Solomon tried to help but he got banned after the first time MC let him help in the kitchen.

The whole dishes were ruined and can't bearble, it's also the first time MC pushed Solomon out of the kitchen.

"I'll doing this, please helping me set the table and prepare some Demonus, Okay?"

"You sure you don't need my help?"

"I could handle it, and it's the first time I cook for us, right?"

Solomon's face turn to red and you could see Solomon.exe was shut down for 5 seconds.

"...Heheh, all right. Then I'll leave it to you, MC."

The sorcerer smiled fondly and smugly, you don't really know what makes him so happy suddenly.

But if he doesn't get in the kitchen and try to kil you with his cook, you are happy too.

You can't sleep again.

Whenever you close your eyes, the brothers will pop out of your mind and take your sleepiness away.

Tossing and turning, you take out your DDD.

Are you still wake?

Good question, MC. If he answer you, then the answer is yes. And if not, it's obviously not.

You mocked yourself, but still waiting for the sorcerer's replying.

Just ready to sleep, what's wrong MC?

Hum...Solomon still wake until now?

I... can't sleep.

Can I drop by your room please? I don't want to stay in my room alone. :(

The typing bubble stay for a while, then Solomon replies.

Sure. The door is open.

And I am glad you ask me, MC.;)

You sigh in relief and beam without notice.

Knocking twice before you open Solomon's room door, you greet him when you somehow feel nervous.

It's strange, you've came to the brother's rooms so many times, but why feel shy right now? The only exception is when you enter Lucifer's bedroom or study. Hell you can't get rid of nervous when you try to enter the Avatar of Pride's territory. But it has a reason that your human instinct knows Lucifer has his boundary even around you and he's kind of different in his den or be outside.

Does that make sense if the nervous bubble up right now cause Solomon is also that kind?

"Don't need to be so tense up, MC. We're not in a spell lesson or an official meeting. Or you'll make me question myself that am I really that scary to you?" Solomon chuckles.

"No no, you're a great person and kind enough to let me disturb you in this late night. But...I guess my brain just can't go easy on me." You laugh bitterly.

Solomon wears a loose silk white long sleeve shirt, the top two buttons are opened, showing his delicate skin. The dark purple coat cover his shoulders, and that pair of black sleep pants fits his long legs.

Suddenly, this room is getting warmer.

"Well, since you can't sleep, and I do need some time to prepare for sleep. Why don't I read some books for you?" Solomon said while he gesters you to lay down beside him.

You moved slowly, and you can't think straight.

The feeling of Solomon's soft touch, the way he put the covers on you, make sure you won't get cold. The warm feeling spread through the covers, your clothes and to your skin.

The blushing heated your face and heart.

"All right, now let me read one of my lately collections for you."

Solomon's voice is soothing and gentle. You fell asleep when you drowned into his rich comfortable voice.

Solomon closed the book.

The special fragrance candle with relax and help sleep easier worked.

The sorcerer grinned at himself.

He put the book on the table beside the bed, turned off the light and laid down.

A warm and soft body caught him.

His face turned to left slightly, your head rest against his arms, your hands around his waist and his left hand.

Your breathe even, like there's nothing could pull you out of your sweet dreams.

It's been a long time since someone sleep next to Solomon.

Solomon chuckles and try to control his shudder breath.

His lips brushed the little lamb's forehead, only a feather kiss lingered on MC's forehead for a while.

"Good Night, MC."

[bethanydelleman]

How do you think each Austen heroine would react to getting a dragon?

This is not exactly what you asked for but this is what you are going to get:

When Fanny Price found a dragon's egg in the shrubbery of Mansfield Park, she was surprised. Dragon's eggs were said to only appear to the truly pure of heart; she did not consider herself to be particularly virtuous. Especially not now, she had frequently found herself extremely and unforgivably jealous. Yet it must be a dragon's egg, it was hot to the touch though no mother was there to warm it. It was dark green and felt like a smooth stone. She knew it was unbreakable and could only be hatched in a fire.

Her room had no fire.

She went up to the East Room and tried to decide what to do. Only the pure of heart could find a dragon's egg, but anyone could raise it. She could sell the dragon. It would be enough money to change her entire family's lives. They were found so rarely, she had read that the Prince Regent had paid over £100,000 for his dragon. Could she really be so selfish as to keep it?

And yet...

Was it really right to sell such a precious gift? Dragons, once full grown, were incredibly powerful. Once she decided to sell it, how could she ensure that it fell into the right hands? She felt in her heart that she ought to keep the gift that was given. The dragon had come to her, it must have come for a reason.

She knew that once it was hatched, it would pair with the first human it saw forever. Dragons died with their paired human. Once it was hers, there was no going back.

Ignoring the fact that she was a poor dependent who had no right to incur further expenses and telling herself that it would be easy to feed the dragon while it stayed small; she came up with a plan. She gathered wood from the forest, she took coals from another room during the night, and she lit the fire in the East Room.

The next morning, Fanny had a dragon. She named her Geranium.

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"Fanny, where are you sneaking off to?" Mrs. Norris demanded, "The roses must be cut, they are in full bloom."

"I will return presently," Fanny said, hiding the cold meat she had taken at breakfast, "I need to water my geraniums."

Mrs. Norris suffered her to go, muttering about why a girl like Fanny should even have geraniums and the great indulgence to her that was the East Room. One listening might have thought it was the best room in the house, instead of an unused former schoolroom that Fanny had made into a small nest of comforts.

Fanny nearly ran up the stairs, Geranium was waiting for her, dark green, with folded scaled wings, and about the size of a small dog. She nestled close to her owner and gulped down her breakfast.

"I need to find a way to buy meat myself," Fanny said softly as she pet Geranium, "but I have nothing to sell and almost no money."

She looked at the work boxes that Tom had purchased her over the years. She had too many, but how to sell them? And would not Tom be insulted if he knew she had sold his gifts? She shook her head. Someday she would find a way to pay Sir Thomas back for what she had taken to feed her precious dragon. She did not guess that the small amount of food she had taken was not even noticed by the family.

"We cannot go out together today, little one," she said, "aunt Norris wants me to cut the roses. Tomorrow I hope. The mare has gotten used to you now."

Geranium seemed to understand, she curled herself up on the empty fire grate and fell asleep.

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Geranium had been trained since birth to hide in the chimney whenever anyone knocked on the door. Fanny was always anxious that the dragon would be noticed. Once she grew too big, what would Fanny do then? Fanny tried not to think about it, for she had no answer.

There was a knock at the door, Miss Crawford entered.

“Am I right? Yes; this is the East room. My dear Miss Price, I beg your pardon, but I have made my way to you on purpose to entreat your help.”

Fanny, quite surprised, endeavoured to shew herself mistress of the room by her civilities, and looked at the bright bars of her empty grate with concern. Geranium was out of sight; she was safe.

“Thank you; I am quite warm, very warm..." Mary stopped and stared at the fireplace. Her script falling from her hands. "Is that a dragon? Miss Price, do you own a dragon?"

Fanny glanced back in horror. Geranium was peeking out, upside down from the top of the fireplace. Her deep green scales plainly visible against the light grey stones. "Yes, I do," she said honestly. Understanding this as encouragement, Geranium leapt out of the fireplace and flew into Fanny's arms.

"She is so young," Mary said, petting Geranium tentatively. The little dragon, cat-like, happily thrust her head closer to Mary's hand and let out a small appreciative sigh of fire, which fortunately Mary was prepared to dodge.

"Have you seen a dragon before?" Fanny asked.

"Yes, many of them. There are a fair number of admirals with dragons. My uncle was always disappointed that he never managed to purchase one. I even met the Crofts and their dragons once. I am sure you have heard of them?"

"My brother William met them, both Admiral Croft and his wife found their dragon eggs if I remember correctly. He said they always travel together."

"Yes, and my uncle wishes he could have had a share of their honour and prize money," Mary said dryly, "but why is she hidden in here?"

Fanny was uncertain of what to say, she still was not entirely sure that she had been right to keep the dragon. "I only found her recently," she said at last.

"If I found a dragon...," Mary said wistfully, "Well I'd hardly keep her hidden. She'll grow quickly enough, you know."

Fanny nodded sadly, "I have no notion of what I will do then," she admitted.

"Why not tell your uncle?" Mary asked, "Fanny, to be the owner of a dragon, that is far better than my twenty-thousand pounds. You could marry a peer!"

"I would not wish to marry for control of my dragon. It is wrong to marry without love," Fanny said softly.

Mary remained mesmerized by the little creature, she had quite forgotten why she came up in the first place. A knock at the door roused them both. Geranium fled back up the into the chimney and Fanny welcomed in Edmund. He had come to practice Act III with Miss Crawford.

"Let us go downstairs to read it," Mary said, with a wink at Miss Price.

Fanny looked at her with imploring eyes, Mary took her hand before quitting the room and whispered to her, "Your secret is safe with me."

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Mary did intend to be the soul of discretion, however she considered Henry to be just as trustworthy as herself and as he was her dear brother, he must be told.

"Did you know that Miss Price has a dragon?" she said when they were walking to the great house, the day they were meant to practice the first three acts.

"Miss Price? What do you mean?"

"The dragon is hidden in her room," Mary said, "And a very young dragon, she must have been hatched recently."

Henry only said, "There is far more to that girl than meets the eye."

Then they arrived for the rehearsal, but Sir Thomas spoiled all their plans.

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Henry Crawford did not leave Mansfield, but his manner towards Maria became so indifferent that she was forced, in only a few days, to acknowledge that all her hopes had been in vain. His attention was now focused on their cousin, a circumstance which Maria and Julia could not determine if it was was more strange or vexing.

Maria accepted an early wedding date with Rushworth to escape her mortification and Julia accompanied her to Brighton, after a few final attempts at enticing Mr. Crawford. They were both jealous of Fanny. It was a jealousy that neither of the sisters ever thought they would feel towards their cousin. If they had only known all!

Mr. Crawford was not a mercenary man despite his other faults; his interest in Miss Price had at first been born of curiosity. Dragon eggs were so rarely discovered and he knew as well as anyone that they were only discovered by the pure of heart. He had never had the chance to observe someone like that up close; all the people he knew intimately who owned dragons had purchased them.

The more he came to know Miss Price, the more he appreciated her character, her morality, even her beauty. He wanted to marry her, and yet how could he be worthy of such a woman? She was perfection. And she had a dragon.

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Fanny had not seen William for nearly eight years, she was delighted beyond expression when he came to visit. It was not only for herself, she hoped that he would be able to advise her as to what she should do about Geranium.

The little dragon was growing quickly. It was fortunate that no one went to the East Room, because she no longer fit in the fireplace. Fanny now read curled up and warm, nestled with her sofa-sized dragon whenever she had a moment to herself. Geranium barely fit out the window to hunt for dinner on Sir Thomas's lands. Fanny felt her debt, but what could she do? One day she would repay her uncle for his lost game.

William was the one she finally told about her good fortune. And he had a plan. Unfortunately, before Fanny had worked up the courage to tell her uncle about their notions, Mr. Crawford proposed.

Fanny refused and in so doing, Sir Thomas learned of his niece's good fortune.

Fanny and William left Mansfield together. The newly promoted Captain Price and his dragon-wielding sister joined the West Africa Squadron and spent the rest of their days freeing slaves and burning slave traders to a crisp. Neither of them ever married, but they were always happy together.

Edmund married Mary Crawford and was unhappy because he had been far too blind to realize that they were not very compatible.

Maria didn't elope away from her husband, something she kind of regrets because he's the worst.

Julia married someone other than Yates, trading on her famous cousin.

The Prices were eventually as rich as lords with all of Fanny and William's prize money.

One day Mrs. Norris was incinerated. No one knows who did it.

Henry Crawford was so struck by Fanny Price that he became pure enough of heart that he found his own dragon, but that is another story...

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Bonus: Newspaper headline reading, Man Consumed by Flames Outside London Party, Unknown Dragon Owner Suspected.

Mr. John Willoughby of Combe Magna....

[thepaintedlady00]

Penelope POV Hiding at Cain and Abels

I pressed my lips to his. “Good luck, Dream Lord.”

Then I was gone, running quickly through the garden giggling. “I’ll give you a ten minute head start, darling, then I’m coming for you!” He shouted, the words vibrating through me.

Ten minutes was all I'd need. Knowing Dream he'd start in the palace, search somewhere close, somewhere I'd likely go if I wanted to play the game cheekily with him. But I didn't want that today, no, today I wanted to win. I blew past Lucienne and Merv, and nearly tripped over Matthew as I bolted through the palace and out across the bridge, the perfect location in mind.

The beach was the furthest region of The Dreaming, so the jog there would take up my entire advantage but it'd be worth it to force Dream all the way out to the sands just to find me skinny dipping in the ocean. I could just imagine the look on his face, shocked and obviously aroused. God it was going to be perfect.

As I wove between The Dreaming residents, waving and bidding each one a good afternoon as I went, my path was clear right up until a tiny trail of butterflies swooped in my face and followed a different path. Were they trying to help me win? I wondered. Or was there something they thought needed my attention? I stood at the crossroads, but the choice was rather easy. The butterflies hadn't led me wrong yet, I doubted they would start now.

Cain and Abel's houses stood tall across the bridge, their garden was still teeming with life and full of butterflies. The two brothers worked with a large gap between them, Abel offering soft, nervous, words of advice while Cain cursed and made threats. Between them sat a tiny, shimmering gold creature that seemed just as confused as I was. I stopped just behind them, peeking over their shoulders to try and catch a glimpse at whatever it was they were arguing over. "Perhaps try poking it?"

"And why should I have to poke it?" Cain barked. "You want it poked then do it yourself!"

"What are we maybe poking?" I asked without thinking. 

The brothers jumped, rising to their feet and dusting themselves off quickly. "My lady!"

I smiled. "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you. Or, well I guess I did… but not with the intention to scare you."

"It's an honor to have you visit, my lady!" Abel said bowing.

Cain rolled his eyes. "A great honor, yes, can I fetch anything for you? Tea? Biscuits?"

Abel nodded eagerly. "I've tea as well! And cakes!"

"She doesn't want any of your sad little cakes!"

With an awkward chuckle my eyes drifted down to the golden creature. "And what might this be?"

Abel's smile grew as he bent over and lifted the tiny thing up, holding it out to me. "This is Ir-Goldie! He's a baby gargoyle, hatched just a bit ago."

"He's beautiful," I replied, taking a step forward. "May I?"

"Of course, my lady! He's quite docile!"

The warm feeling of his soft scales filled me with a joy I couldn't explain. He was simply magnificent! Little eyes watched me closely, tiny wings tucking and flaring to adjust to every movement. "Hello there little Goldie. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He cooed up at me for a moment before I handed him back to Abel. "He's a sweet little thing, isn't he?"

"Absolutely! Now, what are we poking?"

"We're not poking anything my lady, in fact you should keep your distance," Cain warned looking back behind him. "This creature can be unpredictable."

I shrugged moving to his side. "I've dealt with a great many creatures, Cain. I'm certain I can help with this one." There tucked into the hedges was a coiled snake with scales of shifting colors and patterns. Its glowing eyes were wide as it hissed up at us. With a smile I knelt down and looked over the snake with care. On the underside of its body a red line stood out against the rest, a wound? "It looks like it's hurt."

Cain looked closer, eyes following my finger. "Oh, it does appear to have a wound."

"Explains the sour mood," I said. "Creatures in pain will often try to bite the hands trying to help them out of fear."

Abel looked over our shoulders. "What do we do then?"

The brothers began to bicker amongst themselves as I slowly reached out toward it. "My lady!" Cain hissed in worry.

"Hello there, beautiful thing," I whispered, ignoring the man beside me. "You're hurt, afraid as well, I understand. I'll not hurt you though. I want to help, if you'll let me."

The snake hissed loudly, eyes looking down at my hand and then back up into my eyes. For a moment it just stared at me, but then it weakly slithered forward, its face brushing against my fingers as I lifted it from the bush. Its slightly slimy body moved, exposing the cut to me. Cain looked down as well with a sigh. "Looks like something's stuck in there."

"Do you have the tools to treat it?" I asked.

"Inside, yes, come my lady." He hurried up the steps of the nearest house and held the door open for me as I moved past him with the snake in my hands.

The inside of what I could only assume was Cain's house was modest. The stone walls held a few pictures and one or two items. Dark red dusty curtains hung on iron rods over each window. A long table sat in front of a blazing fireplace with a near pile of poker in a bin beside it. The table was cluttered with trinkets and notebooks, magnifying glasses and loose paper and tools for every occasion. Cain cleared a spot and set down a clean cloth. "You can set it right here, my lady."

As I set the creature down the end of its tail curled around my finger. "Don't worry little one, I'll hold your hand. Cain won't hurt you, I promise."

When he returned to my side with a small chair and eyeglasses he settled into his spot and examined the wound more closely, gently using his tools to ease whatever had been stuck out and then carefully sewing it up. He was quite skilled with the beast, and with stitching its wound. I looked over at him with a kind smile. "You're good with them. Do you take care of many animals?"

"Some," he answered with a shrug. "If they wander too close to the house."

"You don't have any pets then? No animal companions aside from Goldie?"

Cain's eyebrows furrowed and a flash of pain crossed his face. He shook it off, tying a cloth over the snake's wound and sighed. "He'll have to stay here for a day or two, while the stitches do their work. Come on little thing, I'll show you to your room."

As soon as he'd left through the door Abel smiled softly. "Before Goldie there was another gargoyle, Gregory."

"What happened to him?"

"Lord Morpheus returned, weak and unable to heal the realm. He had to… Gregory was once a nightmare, created by Lord Morpheus and gifted to Cain and I later." He smiled fondly, moving Goldie from his shoulder to the table. "In order to regain enough of his power to find his missing tools he had to reabsorb that which he used to make Gregory."

My heart ached for them, all of them. Cain and Abel had lost a beloved friend and Dream… Dream had to be the hand that took it from them. "I'm so sorry."

"I understand," he insisted. "Gregory chose to give his life so our home might be restored. And now it is…"

With a sigh I finished the sentence for him, "But it's not the same as it was without him."

Cain returned quickly, cleaning his hands off and sighing. "Thank you for your help, my lady."

"It was no trouble at all." I assured him as the world of threads glistened to the surface. Cains thread, red with hues of black and purple, pulsed brighter than the others, particles swirling off of it, sand? The sand twisted around him, trying to take a shape. Reaching out I held a finger to it for only a second and the threads faded away, sand swirling in the room around us.

Both Cain and Abel could see it, each more shocked than anything. I grabbed Goldie, placing him on my shoulder to keep him out of the way as the sand swept across the table and formed the shapes it wished. One was Cain, angry and marching through the garden, the other was a larger beast. "Gregory," Cain whispered.

The gargoyle hid poorly on the roof, shingles falling beneath its large feet as he stalked Cain. Perching near the edge of the roof it crouched lower, a pur rolling through it as it leapt and landed right behind Cain. Its mouth opened wide, but before sound could come out Cain whirled around with a halfhearted "Boo!"

Gregory jumped, fumbling back as Cain laughed. "You great oaf, don't use the rooftop if you want to sneak around! You make far too much noise, my friend!" 

The gargoyle nudged him, lovingly rubbing his snout against his chest as Cain gave him a pat or two. And then the sand settled. Cain's eyes were wide and watery as he turned to me. "What did you do?"

"I didn't… I don't…"

He shook his head with an angry breath. "Just go… All of you go."

Abel and I watched as he stormed out of the house. "Don't mind him, my lady. Loss is… It's hard for him."

I understood better than most, after all the years of loss I'd lived through. As I followed Abel out, Cain's ridgid figure standing off to the side, I sighed and set Goldie in his hands. "Thank you, for your hospitality, Abel."

Moving to Cain I set my hand on his shoulder. "I apologize, I didn't know that would happen. It was not my intention to cause you distress."

"You didn't, my lady," he said sadly. "It's just… For a moment it felt like he was still here."

"I'm sorry," I said again. "I understand what that kind of loss feels like… And I understand that it never really stops."

He turned to me, his face softer than I'd ever seen it. "Do you think he is still here, somewhere?"

With a soft smile I nodded. "I think what remains of him remains in you."

Tears slid from his eyes as he trembled. Without hesitation I hugged him, holding him close even though his body was stiff and awkward. Eventually he hugged me back and for a moment, brief as it might have been, Cain felt some small semblance of peace.

When he pulled away he wiped his eyes immediately. "Forgive me, my lady."

"Don't apologize." Said softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "If you ever wish to see the memory again, don't hesitate to call upon me."

He nodded with a sad smile. "Yes, my lady."

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[tisiphonewolfe]

Find the Words!

Thanks for tagging me, @dogmomwrites! I'm slowly, slowly catching up to my tags and asks after a crazy couple of weeks, bear with me ;;^^

Gently tagging: @sam-glade @foxy-lisard @author-a-holmes @saltwaterbells

Rules - share an excerpt from your wip/s for the words given to you, then tag as many people as you choose and give them some words to find

Your words will be afraid, lean, and home. If you can't find one, leave a fun fact about your WIP, OCs, or writing process!

My words are surround, adjust, and sharp, and I'll be taking them from The Tectomancy Saga's second book, Bound by Stone and Blood.

Surround

Odhurt insisted on remaining at her side throughout most of the post-dinner revelries, but Almyra was determined that he would not spoil her one chance to make contact. When he engaged more guests in his endless trumpeting, Almyra would find ways to sneak away; she would catch the eye of some other guest, drifting over to speak with them, working her way across the room, trying to put herself in Ellimane’s path. The Duchess was surrounded by her usual crowd of enthusiastic suitors - nobles keen to win her hand to absorb her struggling Duchy into their own, while everyone else was captivated by her bedraggled and sickly beauty. Almyra had never seen the appeal, unlike some.

Adjust

Releine got up and prowled a circle around the room, stopping a few times to place her forelegs on the wall and watch the courtyard and alley as best she could through the stained glass. Satisfied that no horde was advancing on the chapel to try and claim her, she settled by Tenacity’s notes and idly flipped them open with a claw. They were all completely indecipherable. Tenacity’s neat demonic script coated every inch of every page, sparingly interrupted by diagrams which were just as baffling. Here she had drawn a lot of little circles, all linked by or contained within concentric lines. There, she had drawn a net, but with a dent in it, and a big black squiggle sitting in the dent. That one had a lot of arrows pointing to it. Then there was a set of shapes; an arrowhead with lines coming out, then another with a circle at its tip; the same with a square that had a rounded edge; then a triangle. Those were annotated with the same two symbols over and over. Releine huffed and slammed the notebook closed, then adjusted it gently such that it appeared untouched. She stood, shook out her wings, and strode towards the door.

Sharp

“Fine,” Ellimane called over to them, “I’ll do it.” Daphne looked up, over S’s head. “You will?” “Yes. But I’m going to need a little time. I have an engagement at the palace that I can’t just brush off. You’re aware that I’m somewhat inhibited, right?” Ellimane tugged aside her cloak and waved her withered arm at Daphne. “Channelling doesn’t come as easy with this. I can defend myself fine, but S, you’ll need to be able to look after yourself.” This perked S up, her nervous frown replaced by a smile, the sharp tip of her tongue peeking from the corner of her mouth “Actually, I had an idea about that. Come and lay down over here.” Saying this, she brushed down a lounging chair that had been tucked away in a corner and pulled it out into the middle of the room. “No, no,” Ellimane backed away a step. “I’m fine, thank you.” Daphne slipped out of the room. “I’ll leave you girls to your fun,” she called back as she sidled away through the tunnel. S was pouting. “I worked hard on this one, Ell, just hear me out! How would you like to never have to lose another focus?”

[swagwolfharmony]

Elle danse juste pour moi

After a night of torrid love…we sleep. I wake finding you curled in my arms, your beautiful buttocks split by my painful morning erection. I get up while not wanting the leave the warmth and comfort of the bed you make to relieve myself and I think about the past night’s events.

I wake you with kisses and café au-lait. We converse and laugh and look at each other naughtily and haughtily. You want to see the Louvre and I want to see your eyes when your look on the many astonishments housed there.

I find myself hemmed even closer to you now. As is there is some unseen rope tying me more tightly to you…and yet we are free. I take you in as much as the sights on the way to the museum. The magic that becomes your eyes, your body language…the inflection of your voice, and oh how they make me fall for you all over again.

You want to see the Classics…and it thrills me. I can think of no one that I would rather view these historical pieces with. At the end of the Hellenistic, Roman and Etruscan Art Hall, we come upon the Winged Victory of Samothrace. Headless and armless, she stuns me with her beauty. You see this and notice just how taken back I am with this statue. Holding your hand I draw you to me and wrap my arms around your front, pulling you towards me. “She’s beautiful isn’t she Love?” I nuzzle your ear. You find comfort in this and feel like purring. “Yes she is, even without her head and arms”, and you kiss my cheek while my head rests gently on your shoulder.

More classics and I get my wish of kissing you in front of the Mona Lisa. You are methodical, you have a little book listing the many treasures and you usher us from one end of the palace to the next, on a scavenger hunt, finding every one that you want to see. You are happy, joyous and gleeful…on top of the world and I find my own joy in this. Dreams, all cannot be realized…but when you can pull one choice one together, it can dampen the need of the others. One dream found and brought to fruition is far more powerful than the many we have and never come true.

To see you like this, ballerina-like, seemingly dancing among the ages housed in this ancient palace is dream-like. Your mere breathing brings me happiness, but to see you overcome in ecstatic joy fills my heart for a hundred lifetimes.

Sneaking kisses amongst the ancient statuaries of the old gods, Renaissance marbles and oils and fragrant tapestries from the Dark Ages, we carry on like giddy teenagers.

Our day finally ends and finds us street-side in a Bistro enjoying some wine, bread, cheese and salami. At first we don’t take notice but I see your eyes avert mine with a sparkle. I turn and see that there is an attractive couple sitting a couple of tables over.

“What is it my love?” I ask you toying with you. “Oh that couple were looking at us” you say, but seemingly holding back. The thoughts in your head have already created scenes. “Were they looking at us, or were they looking at you?” I say as I lower my voice. “Well, me…but I think us” you say. “Well then, why don’t we invite them over?” I say flamboyantly. Your thoughts are that I am not thinking the things that you are…but then, you have seen differently before. You watch me as I get up and go over to them. You cannot hear what I am saying when I speak to them but they are laughing and nodding. You wonder what I could possibly be talking about. You know that I am gregarious and can talk with anyone that I meet…but still you wonder and your mind wanders.

You feel a tingle of excitement when I return to the table with them in tow, carrying their magnum of wine with them. I introduce Ophelie and Gaetan to you. You stand to shake each of their hands as they are laughing and taking chairs to sit with us.

We talk, share stories, drink and laugh with this attractive couple who appear to be somewhere in their late 30s. He is handsome and blonde; he appears very fit and has chiseled good looks with excellent bone structure. She has auburn hair and green eyes, and though she too seems fit, her hips are curvaceous and breasts, swelled and brimming her blouse.

We drink and relate stories…their English though broken is more than fine for us to communicate and I can tell that their accents are killing you. I like seeing you enjoy yourself and I begin to think, maybe there could be more to all of this.

Eventually you and Ophelie get up to go together to the Ladies’ which leaves Gaetan alone with me. He and I talk about travel, drinking in different countries and finally women. In fact, we are carrying on so well that I don’t even notice that you and Ophelie have been gone quite a while. When I say something about it to Gaetan, he just shrugs his shoulders. “C’est comme il faut” he simply says leaving me to feel that he knows something that I do not know. But, I pour some more wine and we talk and laugh some more as you and she show back up.

As Ophelie sits down, she reaches for Gaetan’s head and draws him in for a deep kiss. I look at you when you sit and you look a bit flushed. Your eyes are riveted on them kissing and you see him being to kiss her more hungrily…his hands up to the side of her face, seemingly pulling her in even more closely than possible.

I smile and look to you and you look to me then with a smile. “We want to go dancing” you tell me. I look deeply into your eyes and I cannot refuse you. “Of course! That sounds grand my love” I say. They have now broken their kiss and are leading the way out. I am pulling out money to leave on the table and you put your arm around me. As you do, you pull me down to your face by the collar and quickly whisper “He just tasted my pussy and cum in her mouth when he kissed her”.

You then scurry off as I am immediately dumb-struck for a moment. As I look at your ass while you walk away, I cannot stop the erection I am getting. I quickly figure out the money and leave it on the table and bolt off after you. If there is anything going on…I don’t want to miss it.

When I catch up to you, the three of you are walking briskly. Gaetan looks like the cat that ate the canary and Ophelie cannot keep her eyes off of you. We are laughing and carousing, and looking for a place to go dancing…after a while and a few blocks we find one.

We enter this sort of bar/club place where you hear dance music coming out of. As we enter, I see Ophelie take your hand. “Come, come dance with me” I can hear her shout to you over the music. You both weave your way through the crowd with her leading you out onto the floor. Gaetan signals me to follow him to the bar and I follow while trying to catch a glimpse of you and her as you submerge into that pond of grinding and cavorting bodies on the dance floor.

As we both get drinks from the bar, I can now see you and she out amongst the waves of people. What I see burns deeply in my mind. You and Ophelie are dancing, while locked together at the hips to the grinding beat of the music. I can see her hand on your ass and I see one of yours on her back. You move rhythmically together like two lithe and lovely snakes, bellies and breasts mashed attractively together. I look back to Gaetan and he is all smiles, “They look beautiful together my friend” he say. I smile back to him and say “They sure the hell do”.

On the dance floor there are bodies surrounding you. You are oblivious to all of it except for the music…and her. Her breasts, hips and thighs feel exotic pressed against hers. Her hand on your ass feels wonderful and contrasts with the way I would hold you. She is gazing deeply into your eyes with her iridescent green ones. There is nothing and nowhere else and you draw her in, just as he drew you in earlier in the Ladies’. Her lips lightly press to yours…it is just as a lover’s first kiss…searching, asking, testing. Then your mouths part slightly and lightly the dancing of tongues joins the rest of your bodies. Then the hunger…hands in hair, hands on breasts, the kissing of necks and nibbling of ears…just the two of you…nothing else matters.

“Is your room close?” Gaetan says into my ear, breaking my stare at the two lovely women dancing and making out on the dance floor. “Yes it is” I say with my eyes not leaving you. “Then why don’t we go there? I think they want to do more than dance” he says nonchalantly. “Yes, let’s go get them” I say and we both head into the sea of scandalous and grinding bodies to retrieve you.

[she-toadmask]

Fuck it OC posting time

Minecraft:

Aya, Dust, and Aspen: an Ender/Brine/Wither trio. Aya is based on my RP character from middle school, Dust is based on my RP partner's RP character(s), and Aspen is based on a self-insert I daydreamed about in high school

Aya is Ender Dragon hybrid (I don't have a better word for having wings, claws, etc yet and hybrid is what was used back in the day so it will have to stay that way until I can be more concise). She/her, was a princess when young and friends with Dust but a conquering king took over the kingdom she lived in and escaped to the streets. Joined an underground/black market group (I'm leaning assassin but she probably did other stuff before that). Ender dragon shit appeared some years after becoming proficient (I think at some point I was thinking it was while escaping the conquering king's guards after killing him and she takes flight to escape) and I don't remember how she goes from there to reuniting with Dust. She has claws she can lengthen at will, short horns, wings that are good for agility and speed, and a tail. Also high resistance to potions and magic.

Dust is Brinekin (also need a name for that). He/she, parents are/were merchants and they escaped the kingdom before it fell. He wanted to wait for Aya to sneak her out but his family had to leave before they were going to meet. She believed Aya had died and mourned her. His parents passed peacefully after she was capable of taking over the business. Something something power presents and panik. I don't remember if I was giving him white eyes or a color. She can summon raw materials, craft and uncraft items, summon lightning (inspired by this one type of Minecraft video where Herobrine did lightning and I'm pretty sure the backend was binding a summon lightning command to a stick), and fly. He can't craft potions without a brewing stand.

I also have a no-power concept in my head for these two where Dust witnesses Aya assassinate someone (she doesn't know it's Aya but Aya recognizes him) and there is the fear from Dust of Aya tracking him down so there are no witnesses and Aya has so many mixed emotions about seeing her again.

Aspen is Wither-cursed (better but I swear I had something else in mind once). She/her, her childhood is significantly less relevant but before becoming Wither she has an extremely close friend she travels with. Said friend does not have a name yet. They're adventurers pretty much. Aya and Dust both present completely at once, Aspen does not. One morning she has a nightmare and wakes up to graying skin somewhere on her body (probably arm). She tries to hide it but eventually her friend finds out and they decide to try to find research to fix this. Her friend also forges some new armor to give full cover once the fabric in contact with the graying skin starts to fall apart. They aren't able to find a solution and it keeps getting worse. They go into a kingdom to try and go in the library and something goes wrong and some armor comes off and panic ensues. The guards chase them and Aspen panics and summons a skull that explodes. The guards capture Aspen and Aspen's friend dies in the fight and Aspen blames herself. Aya and Dust break her out eventually once they learn of her existence. Aspen causes Wither effect on touch unless concentrating very hard and can summon both types of skulls (iirc one is big explosion and no Wither effect and one is small explosion and yes Wither effect). She would be able to fly in theory but she feels uncomfortable if out and about without full armor so she can't do more than hover.

There is also an unnamed trio of the same type that is mostly to replace the three evil TC characters that were A Thing on Wattpad so I can keep the daydream animatics without the bad people (Aya, Dust, and Aspen have a more defined story my heart would love to tell with them the unnamed trio is blank slate). They do have pronouns and powersets (Brine is she/they, can summon and dispel weaponry, channel fire, and fly faster than Dust; Ender is she/her, has dragon breath, and has more durable wings suited for long distances; Wither is she/her and is less potent than Aspen but that means she isn't weighed down by armor when trying to not cause mass damages and can move a lot faster) but their personalities are vague at best.

D&D:

Zephyr is a Wood Elf rogue who grew up in a traveling circus of mostly Tieflings. They became an adventurer when the last generation of performers retired because they felt uncomfortable with the idea of settling down. They have a nasty scar on their right forearm that they refuse to talk about. (They were trying to imitate one of their relatives who could juggle knives. It Went Poorly.)

I still haven't settled on a name for her but she's a half-elf Life Cleric who grew up as an arena fighter. Her parents were in debt and she was old enough to fight properly by the time they died so she had to fight to keep paying it off. By the time the debt was paid off she didn't know what else to do so she kept fighting. (The exact details here are fuzzy because it was tied into a campaign that never happened so the inciting incident of this part will change once she actually gets to play.) Some of her death-match opponents started to seem off. Aggressive in an unnatural way, or bestial when they had no history of fighting that way. She knew a local temple came to heal combatants sometimes and the next time she was near one she asked for help leaving and they accepted her. She eventually started traveling with adventurers because as much as it sucked, battle was in her blood after the years in the arena. She has many scars and is largely willing to talk about them (except I would have to figure them out). She largely refuses to use damaging spells, the magic is limited and if she can heal with them she feels like she must. (I am trying to figure out a phrasing that lets me use Sacred Flame the dex save is rough but I love Sacred Flame)

Pokemon:

When SwSh was on the horizon I kept trying to write an isekai-ish fic for it and I never got anywhere but I'm still kind of attached to the characters I wrote for it even if I don't remember their names

Young: written to channel an idealized version of young me. Very excited about being in the world of Pokemon, lots of energy for battling and exploring with her Pokemon. Chooses Grookey. Potentially becomes champion. Does not pursue a return route.

Oldest: never really got a handle on her character but is the most calculating of the three. Stays with the others to be a reasonable figure, battles to stay competent. Chooses Sobble. Does not become champion. Pursues a return route.

Middle: has depression and probably anxiety. Doesn't know what else to do and follows young to not be left behind. Is not present for starter selection and starts with Blipbug and Rookidee. (Actually the only one with any team comp: also has female Kirlia who never evolves and Mimikyu, I know for a fact there was something else but i can't remember what. I have notes somewhere.) Potentially becomes champion. Does not actively pursue return route, remains with Young. (Also chases down Hop after Bede is an asshole and attempts to be comforting/supportive.) (Middle also does not Dynamax until battling Rose while Young, Oldest, and Hop try to stop Eternatus. Is injured during the battle.)

TES honorable mention:

So there's this fic idea I never got around to actually writing and maybe I'll post more details later but the parts relevant to this post are that the Hero of Kvatch (Oblivion protagonist, HoK) and Last Dragonborn (Skyrim protagonist, LDB) meet due to LDB doing time travel.

HoK is a Redguard and uses heavy armor with sword and shield. High up in the Fighters' Guild and has many regrets over Martin's death.

LDB is a Breton mage with an interest in Oblivion Gates.

I might make a separate post transferring my notes about this fic and maybe someone can bully me into trying to fully write it.

[monster--mama]

The College of Winterhold

"So, just to recap, dragon necromancers are a thing now. Am I the only one who finds that highly, highly concerning?" Lucien asks the table as the four of them conspire over drinks at the Braidwood inn.

“It spells trouble,” Inigo agrees.

“Feels like there’s something that we’re still missing. I hope Delphine’s planning skills are better than her manners. Sneaking into the Thalmor Embassy won’t be an easy task,” Kaidan sets down his mug of ale. Ravenna doesn't chime in, and the other members of her party have silently agreed to let her be, under the impression that she must still be cooling off after the near-argument with Delphine.

Ravenna is here at the Braidwood, in body, but mentally she is trapped back in the moment that black dragon locked eyes with her. The terror of being seen by something so ancient and unknowable - being known by it - Ravenna hadn’t had time to process in the moment, but now, black wings and red eyes are all she can think about. It's terrifying - not just because that dragon knows her, but because she knows it as well. Bone-deep and as surely as she knows herself, unavoidable as the sun will rise. Its name is right on the tip of her tongue. In the midst of her contemplation, the conversations of her allies have been muddled into background noise, and she fails to notice when two of them have already departed to their rooms for the night. Kaidan is rousing her from her internal thoughts later into the day than she should be awake.

“Are you well?” he asks, sounding legitimately concerned, “Did Delphine’s hazing upset you that much?”

“She was annoying, but no. It's the dragon, the black one. When it was speaking to me in the dragon language, it said something. "Ruvaakkiir." I don't know exactly what it meant, but the way he said it - it felt like that dragon was calling me by name."

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“Delphine said she needed some time to plan, what do we want to do while we wait?” Ravenna asks at the breakfast table the next evening.

“That is a good question,” Inigo says, “We should certainly consider our options.”

“Well, I don’t know about the two of you -” Lucien says as he hurries to their table late - and carrying many notebooks and loose pages, “But I could use a break from dragon-chasing for the moment. Preferably to catch up on my research before we get put into any more serious life-threatening situations.”

“In that case, why don’t we trek out to Winterhold and see the college? I’ve actually never been there myself,” Ravenna suggests.

“Yes, why not?” Inigo agrees, “You two would benefit from studying among other skilled wizards.”

“I can’t say I care for the idea,” Kaidan scowls, "Getting involved with those mages."

"Why is that? Do you have some sort of issue with magic?" Ravenna asks.

"Magic users, aye," Kaidan replies without hesitation, "Have you seen what haagravens do to their captives? Or how a warlock can capture a man's soul inside a stone when they kill him?"

"Kaidan, magic can be used to do all sorts of good too," Ravenna counters, "It can heal the wounded and cure the sick, create light in the dark or guide the lost back to their course. It isn't any more good or evil than a sword in the wrong man's hands. Besides, aren't you at least curious to see the inside?"

Ravenna asks him that last question with a playful smirk and a twinkle in her eye even though he’s being a bit of an ass about the subject, and honestly he’s grateful for her good graces. He can think of many people who would take far less kindly to being told how much he hates the thing they’ve dedicated themselves to than she has. That, and he remembers the last time he heard her talk like this, back in Falkreath’s great cemetery. He doesn’t want to own it now any more than he did then, but he knows there is truth to what she says.

“I still think the College is hoarding all manner of knowledge and secrets from across Skyrim - but I can’t say I’d mind a look at their archives,” he relents, giving in to the warm teal-blue of her eyes even though he knows the color is an illusion. He can’t say he dislikes the way they light up at her little victory in the end, either.

They take a carriage out to Winterhold, since the weather is too harsh to make the journey on foot. Inigo, Lucien, and Ravenna squish together on the bench and read their silly book some more, leaving Kaidan alone and sad on the opposite bench. They even get the carriage driver in on it after their snickering and chatting peaks his interest. Winterhold, when they arrive, looks every bit the felled giant it is, but the college still towers proud over the otherwise ruined city.

After the comically unofficial entrance exam and a tour of the campus they tuck themselves away again at the Frozen Hearth, sleeping while the sun is up and joining the other students in the Hall of Elements for the night classes instead. Professor Tolfdir starts them off tame with ward spells Ravenna has been familiar with for almost 200 years now before having everyone prep their things to journey out to the ruins of Saarthal. Kaidan takes the time to rib Ravenna over these classes despite being at least as excited as Lucien to see those ruins as they make their way out and she and Inigo whistle silly tunes back and forth in the echoey Hall of Elements before they properly leave.

The journey to Saarthal is frigid, Kaidan has to walk close to Ravenna the whole way there to keep the snowstorm from pushing her over, and it is a relief when they finally enter the ruin. Ravenna is instructed by Tolfdir to assist the college enchanter, and Lucien tails her eagerly so not to miss out on anything they might learn. Of course, it doesn’t take much time before things begin to go awry, as the two of them are suddenly trapped after pulling an amulet off the wall. This issue is not solved until Ravenna puts on the amulet, which reveals another portion of the ruins. Tolfdir seems unbothered by this, and leads her and her allies further into the ruins - seeming to completely abandon his cautious attitude from earlier. Team Dragonborn has an entire eye-contact discussion about this before they ultimately follow him.

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A strange density fills the room when they walk in, which freezes the motion of Ravenna’s companions, but not Ravenna. It is followed by a flash that manifests into a man. He announces his affiliation with the Psyjic Order right away, knowing she is familiar. Ravenna remembers in fact, when the news of the Isle of Artaeum’s second disappearance began to sweep Tamriel. This Psyjic sorcerer tells her that something has been set into motion, which she will not be able to stop.

A good stretch of dangerous ruins later, she finds out exactly what kind of web they’ve gotten tangled into. The …Orb is unlike anything any of them have ever seen. It hums lowly and the air around it is electric, so alive it feels like the slightest touch of magic might set the whole room sparking. Professor Tolfdir decides to stay there with it, sending the rest of them back to the college, and on their way out, they approach another word wall. Ravenna hears it before she ever sees it, an ancient chant whispered to her ears only. The dizziness isn’t as harsh this time, but she still feels disoriented afterwards, and it doesn’t play nicely with the incoming fatigue that all of them are getting a taste of right about now.

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After they make their report to the Archmage, they rest at the inn, eat, bathe, et cetera. Another eventful day has Inigo and Lucien both retiring early, and Ravenna should be doing the same, but does not. Instead she bothers Kaidan, prying into his history a little for the first time since they’ve met.

Kaidan reluctantly reveals that he is in Skyrim to discover more about his heritage. Ravenna is surprised to learn that he doesn’t even know his own race, though she supposes if she had noticed it before now, she’d be curious about it too. She is not, however, surprised to learn that he was raised as a Nord. Certainly explains his disposition against magic, to some extent.

“Why didn’t you mention this to anyone while we’ve been travelling?” Ravenna asks, “We could have been helping you all this time.”

“I didn’t - Couldn’t -” Kaidan doesn’t let himself fumble for words for long, despite how bad he knows this is going to sound, “Look, I might’ve mentioned it sooner if the situation had been different. But getting accustomed to this whole ‘trusting-a-vampire’“ thing hasn’t been an easy adjustment for me, alright?”

Kaidan had leaned closer to Ravenna to whisper when he said the V-word and when he pulls back away she just blinks at him with those big, teal blue eyes. She takes a moment to respond.

“Was that … it?” She asks him, sounding unexpectedly unbothered.

“I mean, yeah,” he says it like a question, “Didn’t expect you to be so casual about it.”

“I’m used to the social consequences of my condition,” Ravenna says, leaning her head down on the table, “People are always distant towards me once they find out. Inigo and Lucien are the first people in many long years to be so comfortable with me even after knowing. I’m endlessly grateful for them.”

Every time Kaidan speaks to Ravenna, she seems more and more human to him. He’s not sure yet if he finds that relieving, or distressing. She clasps one of his hands on the table and promises they’ll help him figure out his origin along their travels, assuring Inigo and Lucien’s aid as much as her own, before trailing off to bed and leaving him alone with his thoughts.

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The next morning, Kaidan’s rude awakening is to something warm and furry hitting him in the face. For a moment he forgets that they are not camping, and fears that the fur is Inigo's and he's somehow wound up cozying into the stupid little cuddle pile his other companions form when they sleep in Ravenna's cramped tent. As he comes back to his senses though he remembers that they are staying at the inn. He pulls the mass of fur away from his face and realizes it is actually a large fur cloak. He also realizes Ravenna and Lucien are in his room, snickering at him.

"What is this?" Kaidan asks.

"It's a cloak," Lucien sasses, "Obviously."

"An expensive one at that, feel," Ravenna adds excitedly. Kaidan does, he runs his thumbs over the fluff in his grip and feels that, yes, the fur is thick and soft, the lining is insulating. It's nicer than anything he could afford on his own or make for himself.

"Okay, I see that. Why?" He tries again.

"Because it's cold out," Ravenna retorts, "Winterhold has no carriage service, remember? We'll have to walk back to Whiterun for those books, so I got each of us one. Lucien helped me pick yours out." Kaidan immediately checks the cloak for whatever practical joke Lucian hid in here.

"Oh, don't look at it like that, I haven't done anything -"

"Mhm, sure you haven't," Kaidan interrupts Lucien, pulling a large slug out from inside the hood of the cloak and throwing it at him.

[tobesoalive]

r u mine? (Jake Kiszka x reader)

hey guys...so this was fun to write, thank you to the kind anon who requested it! I currently have some fun (and steamy) Josh stuff in the works right now, but still feel free to send in requests! I might slow down a little with posting since my classes started, but I promise to get to every request! Enjoy my first Jake piece!

Warnings: SMUT(oral f-recieving, fingering, penetrative sex)

Adrenaline pumped through your veins as you headed down the hallway backstage, about to go out and face the crowd of thousands of fans. No you weren't a huge famous musician or anything, just their photographer. Basically the same thing right?

For the past three weeks you had been enjoying life on the road, it had always been your dream to be a concert photographer, and your work had caught the attention of a little band called Greta Van Fleet. Well, not exactly little. Their fan base grew everyday and now they were doing yet another headlining tour that they asked you to document. Over the past few months you had been in contact with the guys and their management, and you guys hit it off instantly, they brought you under their wing as if you were part of the family.

You basically were all one big family, you had gotten extremely close to the boys. Josh, Sam and Danny were like your brothers, and Jake...he was a little different.

Brother would be an odd way to describe him, seeing as you had a bit of a crush on him. Nothing super serious, you just thought he was a cool guy who also happened to be really fucking hot. You thought he might have a little something for you too, he was always asking you how you liked the show, and when he’d catch you editing the photos you took he’d sit himself right next to you and ask if you’d show him what you were working on. He was constantly complimenting your work, but that would mostly be in private, when he’d seek you out if he couldn’t sleep. You surely weren’t complaining, you enjoyed his company. You just wish he would say something, or even better, make a move. You could be taking his actions the wrong way, he does have tons of women who want him all around the country, maybe he does just think of you as a sister. Whatever thoughts you had about Jake you’d just push to the back of your mind, you had a job to do, and your work was more important than getting laid.

You went in front of the barricade and took some photos of the crowd and talked to fans. They liked to ask you questions about the guys and what it was like touring with them. You always tried to make them feel special by saying how thankful the guys were, which wasn’t a lie, to have such amazing fans.

All of a sudden you heard some of the fans start screaming wildly. They were chanting Jake’s name, and you turned your head only to briefly meet his eyes from the side of the stage where he was standing. Within a second he was gone, most likely rushing backstage to avoid any further commotion from the audience.

What was that all about? You thought to yourself. Did he sneak over there to just look at me? Maybe he wanted to talk or something. That can happen later, it was only a few minutes until the show started, so you wanted to snap a few more shots of the crowd before running all over during the show to catch the right angles.

During the show you had a great time, as per usual. You loved being right up front, taking photos of the guys doing what they loved. You went backstage to get some photos from the wings. Jake was about to do his signature move, playing his guitar behind his head, and you were ready to capture the moment. Right as you snapped the photo, Jake turned and winked at you, arms thrown behind his head, somehow managing to play the notes of “Highway Tune” whilst flirting with you.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach, and you felt an intense need for him. Quickly you ran back out to the front of the stage to capture a few more moments before the show was over.

“God fucking dammit, I’m in deep” you muttered to yourself, before heading to the green room to congratulate the guys on the awesome show. You slipped through the crew heading on stage to clean up the equipment, turning a corner and bumping directly into Jake.

“Oh sorry! Great job out there tonight!” you say, trying your best not to blush. What was wrong with you, it was like you were a school girl or something.

“Thanks y/n! Did you get some good shots?”

“No, I made sure to get really shitty photos, especially of you”

“Are you being sarcastic?! Now that is something new!” he teased you.

“I just know how much you enjoy my sense of humor! I like to give back to the fans y’know” you quip back, causing him to break out into a smile.

“Hey the guys and quite a bit of the crew is gonna head out and probably find a bar or something once we’re done cleaning up. You wanna join?”

“Thanks for the offer, but I might just keep it lowkey tonight, I’d prefer to edit the photos tonight so I can explore whatever city we’re going to tomorrow.”

“Totally understandable, well I’ll catch you later!”

“Yeah for sure!” you say as you go off to find the rest of the guys.

After about a half hour of chatting and checking in with the rest of your tour mates, you decided it was time to change into your pajamas and spend the rest of the night staring at your computer screen, trying to edit as many photos as you can before inevitably passing out.

Getting onto the bus you shared with some other crew members, you kicked your Vans off before checking to see if anyone else was around. Seems like they all were opting to go out after the show, which meant you got the whole place to yourself. You traded out your concert outfit for a pair of shorts and a hoodie, getting prepared for your lengthy editing session.

You made yourself at home on the couch towards the front of the bus, turning on your speaker and playing music as loud as you wanted, getting straight to work.

It had felt like only a minute when you heard a knock on the door, but after checking your clock you realized an hour had already gone by. You peeked out the window only to see Jake’s figure standing there.

“Jacob! What’s up? I thought you were going to the bar?” you said as you opened the door to let him in.

“That show wore me out”

“Yeah you did amazing, I mean like you usually do” you say, stumbling over your words and internally punching yourself. God you were not smooth at all.

“Seems like we are some of the very few who decided to stay back, I was getting lonely in that tour bus.”

“Well you’re always welcome here, I was just doing some editing.”

“Wow you’re a pretty big nerd aren’t you? You know you should take a break every once and a while, I feel like you’re constantly working.”

“Well it’s not that hard when you love your job” you tell him.

“I guess that's true, can I see what you’re working on?”

“Yeah of course” you say while making your way back to the couch, Jake plopping down next to you.

“Damn that’s fucking awesome” he remarks, looking at the image on your screen. It’s the one of him playing the guitar behind his head, and winking right at you.

“I know! Thanks for being such a good model” you tell him with a small laugh.

“The guys and management are really impressed with your work. We’ve already been talking about having you come on the European leg of the tour with us.”

“Are you for real?!” you ask in awe, giddy with excitement. You absolutely loved this job and the people, and the thought that you could travel the world to do it was a dream come true.

“Yeah, don’t tell anyone though, I don’t want to get my ass beat for it.”

“Oh my god Jake I could literally kiss you!” you exclaimed, before you had even realized what you said.

You tried your best to play it off before your thoughts were interrupted by Jake’s voice.

“I wish you would”

“Huh” you stop for a second before turning to face him.

“Listen y/n, I think you’re really cool, and you also happen to be really hot. Sorry, maybe I was interpreting things wrong. I just thought if you felt the same it might be fun. It doesn’t have to be anything serious, I just get lonely on the road and -”

Before he could say another word, you took it upon yourself to answer his question, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. You pull back and look him in the eyes, closing your laptop and setting it on the counter.

“God I’m glad you finally said something, I think everyone was starting to sense the sexual tension” you grin at him.

“Well all I could think about on stage was fucking your brains out, so sorry if I’m not too great at hiding it” he says before grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you in for another kiss, to which you open your mouth to let his tongue slip in.

You move yourself so that you’re straddling his lap, your lips moving perfectly in rhythm as Arctic Monkeys played softly in the background.

“Wow it seems like you were almost expecting this to happen” he teases you.

“Shut up and fuck me Kiszka” you say before he flips you so you’re now beneath him.  

His fingers find their way under your shirt, reaching up to cup your breast. He pinched your nipple before quickly tugging at the hem of your sweatshirt.

“Can this come off?” he breathed into your mouth.

“Yes please” you said before he pulled it off you, exposing your bare chest to him. You felt very self conscious, it had been a little while since you had gotten naked with anyone.

“Hey don’t be shy, you’re gorgeous” he said before connecting your lips once more before he stood up to remove his shirt and shorts, leaving him in a pair of boxer briefs. You tried your best to not look at his growing bulge, but it was hard to resist.

Suddenly he was kneeling on the ground, body in between your spread legs.

“Jake you really don’t have to” “Oh trust me, I want to, '' he says before running his fingers up and down over your clothed core, moving his fingers to the waistband of your shorts, pulling your panties down with them.

“God you’re so fucking sexy” he mutters before expertly pressing the pad of his thumb onto your clit, his other hand pushing on your thigh to keep your legs spread.

“Fuck, Jake, I need more” you groan, your arousal now dripping between your folds.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I’ve got you”

Those words alone probably could have made you cum, but then Jake entered a finger into you, causing your hands to tangle in his long hair, slightly pulling.

“Goddamn babe you’re tight” he said, looking at you in awe before adding another finger and leaning down to toy your clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers were pumping in and out of you at a steady rhythm, and every so often he’d curl them to perfectly hit your g-spot.

“Jake you need to stop or else I’m gonna cum” you say as you pull his head back, looking him in the eyes.

“That’s okay” he reassures you.

“No, when I cum I want it to be around you” you say.

“Fucking hell y/n” he groans out in a raspy voice.

You get up and kiss him before pushing him down on the couch, his erection straining against the fabric of his boxers. You tug at the waistband, and he lifts his hips up to assist you. You took a moment to admire his length before wrapping your hand around it. He was a couple inches above average, with a nice girth to him. His head tipped back in bliss as you continued to give him a few more strokes before positioning yourself above him, running his tip back and forth across your slit. Slowly, you sank yourself down onto him, taking as much of him in as you could.

“Fuck fuck fuck Jake, you’re really fucking big” you breath out, only able to fit about half of him in you at this angle.

“Just do what you can baby” he says before softly pressing a kiss on your forehead, telling you that it was okay.

You started moving yourself up and down on him as best you could, starting to adjust more to his size. The stretch burned but slowly started turning more pleasurable.

After a few minutes your legs were starting to hurt and his length slipped out of you.

“Will you fuck me from behind?” you blurt out, sweat running between the valley of your breasts.

“I’d be honored” Jake responds, offering a smile before getting up.

He moves you so that your hands are on the back of the couch, holding you steady and your knees rest on the edge of the sofa, sticking your ass out towards Jake. You can hear him move behind you, hands finding their way to your ass, before you feel him run his tip up and down your slit once again.

“Ready?” he asks.

You nod in response and instantly feel him push his way into you, letting you adjust for a second before pushing the rest of his length in you.

“Oh my fucking god Jake” you say as you bury your head in the couch cushions, his dick hitting a spot in you that you didn’t even know was there.

“Oh god you’re doing so good baby girl, taking all of my cock.” he says as he begins to pump in and out of you, starting off slow but gradually picking up the pace.

It feels amazing, better than you had imagined. You wanted him to stay in you forever, make you see stars all the time. Within a minute you were contracting around him, nearing your edge.

“Jake I’m almost there, please faster”

“Me too baby, me too” he says as he starts thrusting even faster than before, wrapping his arm around you to toy with your clit.

All it takes is a few more pumps and you can feel him explode inside you, groaning your name loudly and leaning over your back, but still circling your clit with his fingers. It’s enough to bring you to your peak, walls contracting around him, burying your head in your arms. Once you’ve both come down you stay in that position for a minute, before he pulls out of you and collapses on the couch, pulling you into his chest.

“That was way better than I imagined” he breathes out, hand stroking your hair.

“Oh so you’ve thought about this before? That's embarrassing” you say in a sarcastic tone.

“Hey I’m sure you aren’t so innocent yourself” he says smiling down at you.

“We should probably get dressed, I’m sure your brothers and the other goons will be stumbling in anytime now.” you tell him as you get up and search for your clothes.

“You’re probably right. Hey, let's do this again sometime” he says, cheeks going red.

“Hmm...I’ll see if I can fit you into my schedule” you respond, giving him a quick wink.

These next few months surely were going to be an adventure, and you didn’t want to miss a second.

[technowoah]

Hi! This is my first time doing a request for a prompt list but can you do prompts 1,34,25 if you can put those in one fanfic, or mini series. Again this is my first time requesting a prompt list thing. If you can’t fit those three in there you can just do 1 of them. If anything I wrote just made sense, sorry if it didn’t. Have a good day!

Rather Be Devisive Then Indecisive...

Thanks for the request! I decided to do Techno cause I need some Techno content here!

Sorry it took so long 😭

C! Techno x gen neutral! Reader (platonic)

1) "I fucking hate you" "please dont say that"

34) "one more chance please?" "You're being greedy"

25) "You're right. You are useless"

⚠︎ swearing, indecisive reader, angst, angst, mentions of weapons, mentions of death, mentions of tnt & explosions, Wilbur's last canon life, sad techno, I didn't proofread, this story is so fucking long-

"Dont you see history repeating itself?!"

You found yourself in a huge predicament right now while standing by Technoblade's side, adorned in netherite armor and weapons. You were facing against the people you used once to love, the people you eere supposed to kill. You hadn't seen Tommy's face so distraught in quite some time.

Everyone thought you were the traitor, you lost the trust of the people you once sided with and loved. You couldnt stand to see the pain Tommy had in his eyes and the betrayal Tubbo showed. It wasn't true, from what you heard it wasn't true.

You didn't just appear on Technoblade's side one day, it was a tough ride to follow. The beginning of your journey had you looking desperately for a place to be, a home. You were lost in the huge kingdom with huge monuments and different types of people.

Then came L'Manburg. A place where you could be free, at least they sold it like that. You had met Tommy and Tubbo while on the Prime Path and immediately asked about their blue war coats and they immediately introduced you to L'Manburg. You were accepted a while later, meeting the citizens and making connections with all of them.

Then came Manburg and Pogtopia which led you here next to Technoblade as he went on about replacing tyrant with another. You were always on Technoblade's side ever since he joined Pogtopia. All it took was constant literature sessions and talks about politics and you were on board with his ideals and his hate for government.

You were apart of L'Manburg before Pogtopia and Technoblade had changed your mind on government he made you see everything through a different lense and that lense was beautiful and clear. You adapted his ways of thinking quickly and became "one of his personal favorites" as he would say.

Technoblade set off a firework explosion and everyone screamed and scattered, that was the "go" you ended up attacking somone else that wasn't a close friend of yours. You were trying not to attack anyone, this wasnt your style. Yes, Techno had taught you fighting styles and how to become stronger but you didn't want to fight who you considered your family.

You eventually found yourself on a hill looking over the explosions and swords swinging in the gleaming sun. People below were looking in your direction quickly then heading back into battle wondering why there werent any fireworks hot from above, but you couldnt do it. You just couldn't bring yourself to soot the crossbow that was hanging on your hip. Techno kept looking up towards you as you looked back towards him in distraught.

Everyone was yelling until Dream had spoken up.

"You know who the trader was Tommy? Tommy the traitor was Wilbur."

No it couldn't be.

"No! Technoblade killed Tubbo and Y/N left us behind, they're the traitors!" Tommy exclaimed in confusion.

Your mind couldn't make up anything at the moment, was Wilbur the real traitor instead of everyone thinking it was you? Everyone was questioning if Dream was right or not, but you were so into your own mind you didn't hear that one faint scream that lead to many others.

The ground started shaking like a earthquake was about to happen and then the ground started to break apart and explode revealing the huge amounts of TNT that was placed under the stone and dirt. You felt uneasy as smoke, and debris flew from the ground and up into the air. You heard screams of agony who were caugh in the explosion, screams of anguish who witnessed the explosion and screams of joy.

Emotions flew through you like blood. This wasnt what was supposed to happen was is? You were a citezen of L'Manburg before a citizen of Pogtopia and this was the worst thing you have ever seen. The sky turned dark and grey, the place you used to call home is gone and the person who destroyed your home was the one who built it.

"Wilbur?!" You screamed as you saw him and Philza staning next to what looked like a man made cave in the hill.

Everyone else followed your line of sight and saw Wilbur standing next to Philza talking to him. Philza had a sword in his hand and what is seemed like arguing with Wilbur as well. Everything seemed so chaotic you didnt know what to focus on, Wilbur and Philza, Dream inevitably sneaking away, or Technoblade's glare at you from a top a building. You couldn't bring yourself to face Techno right now. Technoblade was a source of comfort for you, but at this moment you had no where to turn.

The straw that broke the camel's back was seeing Philza kill Wilbur. He pierced the sword through his heart and as Wilbur's legs couldn't hold himself up anymore Philza hugged his son and fell down to the ground with him hugging him in his last moments as everyone below screamed at Philza.

Your vision became blurry as tears welled up in your eyes. Everything was gone. You had nothing left to go back, no home, no Wilbur. It seemed like Tommy and Tubbo didn't want you back in their lives so it seemed hopeless. Falling to your knees you cradled your face in your hand trying to block out all of the commotion outside.

L'Manburg was like a home you always wanted but never had. They were like family and you grew too attached. You loved them like brothers and a sister. You loved them you grew attached to them as well, especially to Wilbur because you looked up to him as a leader and he took you under his wing when you had no where to go, he cared for you like a big brother. Tommy and Tubbo were also another two you grew too attached to because of Tommy's impulsiveness and Tubbo's attention to detail and caring for others.

After the fall of L'Manburg Technoblade had to make everything worse.

He had looked towards you one last time before getting into position.

"Are you just gonna sit there!? We have a job to do!" Techno said while unsheathing a sword.

"Isn't the job done already?!" You yelled back still sat on the hill.

Techno started to laugh. "Barely!"

He jumped down from the building and into some rubble underneath him and you followed him down the hill. Techno had brung out soul sand and began placing it on the ground with wither skeleton skulls in his hands. You walked over to him and he handed you a skeleton skull, you reluctantly took it out of his hands and you saw him smirk at your compliance.

Tommy began walking towards Techno and you in a fiery rage ready to fight him. He couldn't get straight to him because of a small gap the explosion made. Tommy was trying to keep everyone on that side, safe. Dream and Punz jumped over the gap and joined both you and Techno by the soul sand.

"Stop this right now Techno!"

"You stay over there Tommy!"

The two bickered back and forth until they eventually died down and Technoblade spoke up over the talking and yelling coming from the side Tommy was on.

"Tommy, do you think you're a hero? Is that what this is?" Techno said while letting his guard down for a moment and put his crossbow down.

"I just- I just wanted L'Manburg!" Tommy exclaimed back clearly confused.

You werent a stranger to Technoblade's speeches you were a fan of them really, but not when its against someone you would consider a brother.

Technoblade spoke up over Tommy. "You wanted power.

"I wanted L'Manburg, thats all I ever wanted. I wanted..." Tommy stopped talking for a moment, like he was thinking.

"Tommy you just did a coup! You just did a hostile government takeover and then immediately instilled yourself as president." Techno explained to him in a more serious voice than before.

"And then you gave it to your friend, but that still a tyrant Tommy!"

"But the thing about his world Tommy, is that good things dont happen to heros. Let me tell you a story Tommy. A story of a man called Theseus."

Technoblade had taught you about Greek literature and how they could be compared to people in the kingdom today. He so happened to find correlations between Tommy and Theseus at this moment.

You were still anxiously waiting for Technoblade's long speech to end so you could get this heartbreak over with. The need to cry more never became more apparent until now, the need ro run away and never come back but you wanted to listen.

"His country was endagered and he sent himself forward into enemie lines, he slayed the minotaur and saved his city. You know what they did to him Tommy?!"

"What did they do-"

"They exiled him. He died in disgrace, despised by his people. Thats what happens to heros Tommy." Techno finished his Greek mythology speech.

Tubbo spoke up from behind Tommy. "But he saved everyone!"

"The Greeks knew the score, but if you want to be a hero Tommy that's fine." Technoblade started walking backwards with a wither skulls in each hand.

You had soul sand infront of you and you were waiting till Technoblade set the first wither out into the world. There were wither skulls in the brown grass so you all could quickly put the skulls ontop if the sand. Technoblade thought it was a good idea to have multiple withers flying in L'Manburg at once. You and Techno were probably going to get attacked by the withers too because withers dont know who made them, they just attack.

"Technoblade dont do this! We're so close! Im not the hero! No one's the hero!" Tommy pleaded and that made your heart drop.

"You want to be a hero Tommy?! THEN DIE LIKE ONE!"

There it is. Techno started placing the skeleton heads on the soul sand and you followed suit placing three skulls onto the other. The two withers started to form and grow besides you and Technoblade. You didnt want to do this at all. You could hear the screams from the former Pogtopia and L'Manburg citizens, this wasnt what you wanted. You didn't want Wilbur to die, you didn't want L'Manburg to go, and of course you didnt want your family to die.

Technoblade grabbed your hand and led you to a higher plane, both of you dodging the blows the withers were giving out to anyone in their way. You had made it a top of the building Technoblade was before. You felt like your lungs had no air in them, from the running and and seeing Tommy desperately trying to fight a wither above him, Tubbo shooting arrows next to Quackity and the withers making Wilbur's explosion bigger than it was.

Technoblade started laughing at the destruction and the screams of the people below. You knew Technoblade was a dangerous man, he killed and did it for his own reasons that you didnt argue against. He had told you that he will tell you one day, but this wasnt that day. You didn't want to hear anything from him, you had lost everything.

"I fucking hate you." You breathed out in disbelief at the destruction below.

"Please dont say that." Techno rolled his eyes.

"You're not telling the truth-"

"MY LIFE IS GONE TECHNO! I- My home is gone! Wilbur is gone! Where do I go?!"

"Hou have me! What are you talking about? Did you just blindly follow me?! Newsflash I'm not Wilbur, Im not Schlatt! Im my own person that dosent associate with government so might as well destroy the government physically." Techno looked back out into the chaos.

"This cant be the way!"

"Do you have another plan?!"

"If I did it wouldn't have mattered." You said calming down, but still angry.

"Should've said something sooner." Techno said while walking away from the edge of the building and away from you.

"Again, it wouldn't have mattered." You said as a final statement before he walked away.

You didnt know where he was going nor did you care at this point. You retreated for now and found yourself back in Pogtopia. Going down into the decorated cave and reminiscing on times shared. The moments where Tommy was messing with Wilbur, when Tubbo immediately relaxed when he found himself around Pogtopia and he could be himself, when Techno and you had extremely deep talks in the potato farm.

You ended up going back to your home later that night trying to clear your mind and trying to know where to go next. The next morning your feet had a mind of its own that morning because you ended up at Tommy's house. You had knocked on his door and he swung it opened it with his widened eyes not expecting you to be there. He was bandaged up more than usual, he had scars on his hands and face too. It was a sad sight for you.

"Y/N?! What are you doing here!? I didn't-"

You cut Tommy off by hugging him and trying not to cry at the sight.

"Im so sorry Tommy." You said regretting everything.

"Im sorry I hurt you."

"Hey calm down. I forgive you, but it's gonna be hard ya know?" Tommy explained as you let him go sniffling.

"I understand, you shouldn't feel obligated to forgive me I know its going to be hard to help them grow even though I betrayed them." You slightly laughed and Tommy smiled.

You felt accomplished that day. You hung out with Tommy the whole day, then found Tubbo as well. They both accepted you but slowly but surely were going to forgive you. You hated that they were in pain but they knew you were in pain as well. Later that day you sat down with the both of them and wrote letters to everyone wanting to reconnect again. The two had said they would help deliver the letters while you delivered some too.

The day turned into night and you and Tubbo were currently walking around doing nothing in particular. Tommy had headed home as you promised to visit him tomorrow. You and Tubbo both ended up on the topic of Phil. Silence fell upon you two, you didn't know what to say about that. You didn't know Phil that well, but he seemed regretful. Wilbur's death became a touchy subject between you two. Tubbo then asked you about Technoblade and you had no answer to that either.

Technoblade left without telling you anything at first you didnt care, but now you are slightly regretting having that stupid fight. Days continued to go on and your regret became more apparent each and every day. You had reconnected with former L'Manburg members and asked for forgiveness. It was a slow process but you all became closer in due time.

Technoblade and your relationship grew further apart and you noticed that. You never seen him since the final day of L'Manburg until one day.

You had visited the abandoned and long forgotton Pogtopia once more longing for the days before all Hell broke loose.

"What are you doing here?" You turned your head to see Technoblade standing not too far away from you.

"What are YOU doing here?! Where have you been?" You exclaimed not knowing whether to run to him or stand still.

"Well im used to being left alone. It's not that hard you should try it sometimes."

"Last thing I remember was you walking away."

"Last thing I remember was you yelling at me and telling me that you fucking hated me." Techno said matching your tone.

"I was in a bad place at that moment." You tried to justify your actions when in reality you couldn't.

"Weren't you all!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" You said getting defensive.

"I mean all of you L'Manburgians. You all were going through something. That something was the death of your leader and the inevitable death if your country. You apparently never let go of that side, L'Manburg is still with you somehow." Techno explained to you.

He always read you like an open book. You still never let go of L'Manburg and thats why you went back and left your and Technoblade's relationship behind. Yes that was your fault, but you can try and reconnect, try to build trust again.

"Can't I be with them and you at the same time?" You asked, while your confidence left your body.

"NO! WHAT?! Why would you say that?! Have you been listening to me?!"

"I have! You-"

"No you clearly fucking havent! They are feeding into the very thing they sought to destroy! History is repeating and you going back is only encouraging it! Soon enough the new "L'Manburg" will fall time and time again!" Technoblade yelled clearly fed up with the conversation.

"Technoblade. I wanted to make ammends with you! I wanted to be on your side again!" You pleaded.

"Apparently not because you keep runnning to L'Manburg!"

You were getting desperate, it felt like everything was lost again. Why did you have to chose between anti-government and pro-government. You didnt have to, you just needed your friendship that was torn apart glued back together. The need to rekindle the friendship between you and Technoblade began to exceed everything else and continued to cloud your mind.

"One more chance please?!"

"You're being greedy." Techno taunted.

"Techno listen! I-"

"I am listening." He interrupted you on purpose.

"Seriously I wanted to rekindle our friendship so please just let me do this!" You pleaded.

"That's not going to be happening anytime soon. You know Im usually the one being left, but now that I see you like this I now understand why people leave others." He laughed.

You stayed silent and that gave him the opportunity to speak more.

"Those that have treated me with kindness, I will repay that kindness tenfold. And those that treat me with injustice, that use me, that hunt me down, that hurt my friends. I shall pay that injustice a thousand times over."

Another speech he would use another time. Your gaze was set on the stone ground beneath you. You couldn't face him and you knew he was talking about you. You weren't going to get the happy ending you always dreamt of. You were always aware of falling out of friendships but you never knew that one of your falling friendships would hurt this badly.

"All that time ago, you're right, you were right. You are useless."

"I dont need you anymore." Technoblade continued and ascended up the stairs to leave. He left you alone down in Pogtopia, it was hard.

"I came here to get actual shit done, but it turns out I couldn't." You heard Technoblade mumble upstairs before you were for sure he left.

You were left in the once lively underground community of Pogtopia. It was quiet and still now with the only thing was a small cool whispering of the wind.

You had your family, slowly but surely it was coming together but now everything seemed more broken than ever. Unbeknownst to you everything would get worse.

[justletmeplayminecraft]

Moving Day

it's the day that comes at the end of every season. and yet, somehow, the hermits still get caught off guard by it.

featuring: hermit ensemble, slice of life fluff, imagine moving houses but like every year and a half, werewolf!ren, something!joe, artic fox!etho, he is vaguely developed, there's pretty much no plot, just fluff, an ode to the end of this season

"Zed, you're gonna be late!" Tango calls as he drops in through the ceiling. With a bang, a mop of blond hair pokes out of the central storage. Zed rubs his head, pulling himself up.

"You're the one who distracted me with the Create world!" He replies, hauling a bag up the ladder with him. Tango laughs, throwing it over his shoulder as Zed flops onto the stone ground.

"Sure I was, it's not like you brought it up." Zed huffs, rolling his eyes. He holds his hands up towards Tango, who laughs. "Oh, you want to go over my shoulder too?" He teases.

"You are insufferable," Zed mutters, pushing off the stone himself instead. The cold is starting to seep through his cardigan.

"Have you packed everything?" Tango asks. Zed holds his fingers up to count off.

"Yes, I've checked everything four times! Maybe five, actually. I don't think there's anything left." Zed looks back at the ladders, closing his fist. Tango examines the pile of bags, humming.

"So you're sure you don't want me or Impulse to check for you?" Zed's mouth opens.

"Actually, can you check anyway?" He asks, "You know, just in case!" Tango laughs, giving Zed's shoulder a bump.

"Of course we will. But let's move these before Xisuma forgets them." Zed nods, quick to grab some of the bags. He heaves them up, almost buried under them.

"Season eight here we come!"

-

"You two!" Doc calls, scooping up the white fox before he manages to rush past him. Ren very nearly runs straight into his legs. The wolf sits down, ears twitching as he stares at Etho. Etho sticks his tongue out, Doc struggling to keep a hold on the silky fur. "You two aren't helping, you know that?" Ren barks, tail wagging. "Yeah, yeah."

With a wiggle, Etho manages to slip out of Doc's arms. He jumps up, curling around his shoulders instead and getting comfortable. Doc sighs. He bats Etho's shawl out of his face, ignoring the amused chitter. Counting, he finds most of his bags already in his ender chest. Luckily, because the two animals playing around him are making it difficult. Unlike-

"Doc," Bdubs cries, "Have you seen my razor?" Bdubs doesn't even bother with the door. Doc looks down at him on the lawn.

"Have you checked your half?" He asks.

Bdubs throws a hand up, "Of course I've checked my half, but Keralis tried to drag me into packing all his junk so I had to make a speedy escape!" Doc chuckles, watching as Ren jumps down to nose at Bdubs' hand. "Oh, hello, Ren!" Bdubs jumps into baby-talk immediately, crouching down. "Fancy you being here!"

"Please, take him-" Doc waves, "-The two of them keep running through my feet." Bdubs strokes through the fluff of Ren's neck, glancing up and spotting Etho.

"Oh, Etho as well!" Bdubs waves. Etho yips in reply, ear twitching. Then Bdubs pauses, looking at Ren properly. "Ah-ha, Snips! Of course, right-" Bdubs jumps up, "Thanks guys, I'll see you at the town hall!" Doc looks at Ren as Bdubs runs off.

"You going with him?" He asks. Ren's tail wags, staring at Doc. He sighs. "Right, of course not." Doc picks Etho off his shoulder, dropping him on the floor to a surprised squeak. "If only there was a way to attach some bags to the two of you." Both animalmits freeze, sharing a look with each other. Doc can't help but feel satisfied as they scarper towards the nearest nether portal together. "Perfect." He can finish packing in peace.

-

"Do you think you've got everything?" Wels asks, perched on a chest. Beef hauls his bag out the door with a huff.

"Well, I've got you. That's half the challenge." He looks up in time to see Wels rolling his eyes, pushing his helmet up.

"I take it back, I'm not helping you anymore."

Beef laughs, clapping Wels' arm, "We've still got Three Fox Hole to look through, you're not going anywhere yet." Wels' lips twist into a pout, crossing his arms.

"You know, when I packed early, it wasn't with the intention of doing your packing for you," he replies. But, when Beef holds out a bag, he still takes it.

"And I appreciate it!" Beef grins at him. "Maybe I'll reward you with some of my finest wallpaper-"

"Oh, please no." Wels' eyes are wide, staring in mock horror. "I might never recover."

"Oh, blackmail works too, then." Beef stands, walking past him. Wels slips off the chest, frozen in place.

"Beef- Beef, are you joking?" Beef keeps walking. Wels runs after him. "Beef!"

-

"Thanks for heading out this far, man," xB says, smiling at Keralis. "I know you've got a big space to cover too."

"Ah, it's nice taking a break," Keralis replies, holding one of xB's bags in his arms. "And I know there's no way this would all fit in your ender chest, princess." xB chuckles, looking at the half-folded clothes, trinkets, and daily essentials all sorted into piles.

"Yeah-" he scrubs the back of his neck. "-I kinda forget I've got so much. Too used to my travel bag." Keralis bounces the one in his arms.

"Well, it's a good job you've got me!" He bumps into xB's side, barely knocking the other hermit off balance. "I can always lend you some extra bags if you need them."

"The luggage dimension is just going to be my stuff at this rate," xB jokes.

"Oh, you haven't seen how much I have yet." They both laugh, Keralis putting the bag down with the rest that have been packed. "Now, what are we doing next?" xB turns to observe his piles.

"I think that one," he decides. Keralis nods, skipping across.

"Then let's go, we don't want to be late!"

-

"Cub!" Scar's voice calls down the pyramid. "I cannot believe this." Cub turns to see Scar walking along the corridor, wings fluttering in annoyance behind him. "Xisuma says my crystals aren't essential items so I can't take them. That's so unfair." Cub laughs before he can stop himself, getting an affronted noise from Scar. "Cub! I come here, I confide in you-"

"Scar," Cub interrupts, squeezing Scar's arm. Vex magic sparks around them, electrifying the air. "You could make some once we're in the next world."

"It's not the same!" Scar protests. Cub leans closer.

"Or," he whispers, "We could sneak some across ourselves."

"Oh." Scar claps his hands together. "Now you're speaking my language."

"The language of crime?" Cub asks, calling one of his bags over to him. He catches it mid-air.

"The only language I know!"

-

"This is why you should've made a proper storage system!" Mumbo cries, as Grian pulls out the contents of another chest. "This could've been so much easier!"

"I didn't know it was this bad!" Grian replies, finally managing to find his towels buried in an unmarked chest. He throws them towards his 'to pack' pile, Mumbo jumping out of the way.

"Didn't you have weeks to prepare for this?" He asks, looking at the scattered items in dismay.

"I mean- I did host an entire world in-between," Grian reminds him. Mumbo hums in agreement, deciding to organise some of the piles before they end up vanishing into a pure mess. He looks for similarities amongst the items, beginning to sort them into manageable groups.

Mumbo's lucky he thought to get all his essentials together ahead of time. He gave his luggage to Xisumavoid to store, and he knows it's all taken care of. It didn't stop him from checking his base another ten times, but he's pretty sure he's got everything now. Pretty sure.

He's going to end up checking his base again later, isn't he?

"Grian?" Mumbo asks, pausing as he notices something. The rummaging through chests stops, with only a quiet thud & 'ow' before Grian is looking at him.

"Yeah?" He replies.

"Do you… actually have any bags?"

"Ahhhh," Grian's face turns a similar scarlet to his jumper. "You see, Mumbo, last season, I kinda… borrowed some."

"Borrowed, right." Mumbo sighs, running his fingers through his hair. "Were you ever going to buy your own?"

"Yes!" Grian replies, words fast. "I just. Never had time." Mumbo's had most of his bags since he joined, so he guesses he can't relate. Pretty much all the hermits gifted him one. Otherwise, he would've never remembered at that age, but that's its own problem. It's a good job he remembers the essentials even now.

"So, how do you intend on packing all this?"

Grian hums, "Do you think I could just shove it in there loose?"

"I'll go find some bags," Mumbo decides. And something to help his headache...

-

"How many cats do you think I could smuggle to the next server?" Cleo asks, holding up another of her kittens to Joe. Joe hums thoughtfully, bright green hair moving on its own accord.

"Well, I've certainly smuggled a few of my dogs inside myself." Cleo takes a deep breath, transferring her kitten to one hand so she can pinch her nose.

"Right, of course you have." She's long learnt to stop questioning how Joe works. She's a living zombie, he's Joe. At least it makes packing easier. "I think I might take some of them to my own world, this time," she muses. "Xisuma can do that, right?"

"I'm sure he can," Joe agrees. "If not, I will have a mass exodus of animals from the server." Cleo sighs, rolling her eyes. She sets the kitten down gently amongst the other cats.

"Right, are you actually going to help me carry my bags?"

"Of course! What kind of friend would I be if I didn't try to stop you losing an arm?"

"Ugh, don't remind me." She still can't believe that happened. First, her arm falling off, then nearly losing it amongst everybody's luggage? So embarrassing. She enters the main room of her base, where she's already got her bags set out. It's surprising how many skincare products you need when you're dead. Joe follows, looking around as if he doesn't know the place like the back of his hands. To be fair, Cleo would be surprised if anybody knew the back of Joe's hands.

"Right, I've shoved as much as I can in my ender chest. If you put what you can in yours, we can divide the remainder up," she lays out the action plan.

"Sounds perfect!" Joe picks up two bags. "Are you sure you don't just want me to transport them over?"

"Keep your true self off my stuff, Joe, you know what happened last time."

Joe sighs, "Fine, fine. We'll do this the human way."

"You'll do this the human way," she amends. "I'll do it the zombie way."

-

"Stress, it's only a spider," Iskall says, pointing his sword towards it. Said spider is standing triumphantly on top of her bags, red eyes glinting. Stress pokes around the doorway, brown hair falling across her face.

"Yeah, but it's a spider on me stuff!"

"You've fought worse than spiders!"

"Just get rid of it, Iskall!" He sighs. Readying himself for a fight, he crosses across the room, stamping his foot in front of the pile. The spider hisses, sharp fangs a warning. But when the creature jumps, Iskall's sword is there to meet it, throwing the spider to the ground where it disappears into twinkling orbs.

"Look, was that so hard?" Iskall asks, his hand on his hip as he looks back at her. Stress bounces in, grinning.

"It wasn't, was it? Guess I don't need to thank you, then!" Iskall rolls his eyes, slipping his sword back into his inventory.

"Like you don't need to thank me for helping carry your stuff?"

"Oh, I'll thank you for that." Iskall laughs, grabbing the strap of two bags and throwing them over his shoulder.

"How many trips do you think we'll need?" He asks, seeing her haul two up herself. Stress hums, observing the pile.

"Prob'ly only two or three. If we get started soon then we'll get done faster, too." Iskall can hear the teasing tone in her voice.

"Aren't you the one that was scared of a spider?"

"Don't know what you're talkin' about!" She calls, walking past him. Iskall shakes his head, smiling fondly before rushing after her.

-

"Hey TFC!" False calls, touching down at his base. She smiles at the sight of his usual suitcases, already neatly packed and organized. Everything's labelled in TFC's signature handwriting to boot. Far more planned out than her, she's gotta say. But that's a problem for the next world.

"False, what can I help you with?" TFC's smile is always nice to see. She flicks her elytra closed, waving.

"I came to ask you that, actually," she replies. "Wanted to know if you'd like help carrying things over. I did all my packing a few weeks back, so I'm kinda bored." And if she stays still for too long, X will probably try to rope her into admin duties. Sure, she knows the basics, but she doesn't want to be responsible for anybody's stuff going missing. Not her department.

"Well, I'm never going to turn down some extra hands," TFC replies. He walks over and pats the suitcases on the left. "These are all ready to go, I'm still finishing up with the others. Has Xisuma already started?"

"I think he was just finishing the pocket dimension, so you've still got a little while." The hermits always rush to be the first in, as if everybody's stuff won't fit. In False's opinion, being last is best. It's easier to get your things out when they're closer to the entrance.

"Good, good. Let him know I'm nearly finished, would you?"

False nods, saluting with one hand and picking up a suitcase with the other, "Will do!"

-

Hypno walks into Jevin's base to find him and Impulse slotting the last few items into boxes. He knows Jevin was mostly packed already, so it's nice Impulse has come to help out. But… Jevin might just be taking advantage of Impulse. Hypno won't think too much into it.

"X has finished setting up," he calls, not needing an introduction. Jevin twists to look at him, Impulse busy trying to fit a label on straight.

"So you're saying I'm late?" Jevin asks. Hypno chuckles, deciding to join them on the floor.

"You know what the rush is like to get stuff in. You'll be fine for a little while." Hypno shrugs, "After Wels, X'll probably be careful." Impulse nods, sitting back now the label of 'hoodies' is attached.

"I've already handed my stuff in," Impulse says, "I think False might have too? We both finished up pretty early."

"Yeah, there was a lot in the town hall ready to be moved." Hypno wonders if the hermits are getting more prepared for this. Somehow, he doubts it.

"So, you've come to help me carry these over?" Jevin asks, Hypno looks at the boxes, shrugging.

"With all three of us, it should only be two trips, right?" There are only five boxes, and two are pretty small anyway.

"That's the spirit!" Impulse calls, grinning. "Do you think you're all ready to go?"

"Yep, I think that's everything," Jevin decides. He pats a box, making more of a squelching sound. Hypno does his best not to laugh.

"Then let's get moving!"

-

Xisuma sighs as his visor adjusts to filter out the sunlight. Coding that in was a stroke of genius. It used to be such a nightmare to continuously adjust between the pocket dimension and hermitcraft. He looks at the stacked luggage to be moved, trying to figure out if there's more there than before. He swears there is. And they didn't even say hi when they dropped it off! Rude.

He jumps when something nudges the back of his knees, sending him stumbling forward. Turning, he finds Ren, his tail wagging proudly behind him.

"Oh! Hello there." He reaches down, giving Ren a scratch behind the ears. "Are you planning to change back before we move?" Ren barks in reply. "I'll pretend that's yes."

Turning, he sees a white tail flicking over blue diamonds. Of course, those two are together. Etho's curled up in the sun, black eyes watching the pair. One ear is stuck up, the other flopped lazily.

"You two aren't going to help me carry things in, are you?" X asks, sighing as he looks back at Ren.

"I think Ren forgot to leave a spare pair of clothes out, actually," Etho says, legs dangling off the throne. He's tugging his shawl over his nose now he's in human form. Or, as human as Etho gets. "And his outfit may have experienced some... unfortunate circumstances." Xisuma looks at Ren's sad eyes, shaking his head at the pair of them.

"And those didn't involve you in any way?" X asks Etho with what he thinks is an appropriate amount of suspicion in his voice. Etho holds his hands up, leaning back in a way that would have most people falling over.

"Are you accusing me, Xisuma?"

"I don't know, am I, Ren?" Ren gives a concise nod. Etho gasps, clutching over his heart.

"Betrayed by my own brethren!" Etho cries. Ren's tail is wagging, betraying his otherwise neutral expression.

"Come and help me carry things, you," X says, calling Etho over. "We'll be here for another month if you don't." Etho laughs, but jumps off the side of the throne, landing with barely a thud.

"What are we moving, bossman?" Etho asks. Xisuma surveys the piles.

"Mumbo's stuff next, I think," X decides, "He usually takes a while to unpack." Etho nods, following X's lead as they grab a bag and box respectively.

"So this is what you guys do at the end of the season?" Etho asks, Ren trotting along with them. Xisuma hums as he enters the pocket dimension, finding an open space at the back of the room.

"Yep, this is moving day," he explains. "I always try my best to make it easy for the hermits, but it doesn't often end up working." Etho chuckles, placing the bag on top of X's box.

"Seems like most people aren't done yet," Etho agrees.

"They'll get there," Xisuma replies. The hermits always do eventually.

They're just stepping out of the portal when a voice calls, "I'm not late am I?!" X scruffs Ren's neck, smiling at Zed, who's running over with far too many bags thrown over his back.

"Not at all, friend," he reassures him. Zed drops his bags, bent over and panting. Tango strolls up behind him far more leisurely.

"See, Zed, I said you wouldn't be!" Zed whips in his direction.

"Oh, you, mister 'oh Zed you're going to be late, we're all going to leave you behind', you-" Tango laughs, fluffing Zed's hair as he sets his bags down. They take the rest of his luggage out of the ender chest Xisuma left specifically for this purpose. Beef and Wels walk up together as they do, Xisuma waving to them.

"Beefers!" Etho says, grinning.

"Hey Etho, Tango, Zed, Xisuma." Beef pauses, "Oh, and a Ren!"

"Hey guys!" Wels simplifies, dropping his bags at the doors. "This should be everything from us."

"Perfect!" Xisuma nods, "You guys okay to help me carry things through?"

"Yeah, we can help out!" "That's cool with me."

Moving things goes a lot faster with five of them helping to carry things through. Xisuma just catches Impulse, Jevin and Hypno dropping one lot off, getting a frantic wave before the trio is rushing off again. The pocket dimension is quickly filling up with bags and boxes, the hermits a constant line as they drop in and out. Xisuma frequently checks, but it seems like the dimension is handling the pressure okay.

"Xisuma!" Joe calls, him and Cleo wandering up the town hall's stairs. By this point, Cub and Scar have joined them with TFC, False, Stress and Iskall all dropping things off too.

"Good to see you both," X greets, one of Wels' bags hugged in his arms. He turns away, before hesitating, something nagging the back of his mind. After a second of focus- "Joe, why do you have so many hitboxes inside you?"

"Ah, that's nothing you have to worry about, dear admin." Xisuma gives him a long look and decides this isn't a battle he's going to pick.

"As long as you're willing to help out," he says, instead. "We're only waiting for a few people. He takes a look at the gathered hermits. Cleo's now lying on the floor, Ren beside her. His tail is already wagging again. Cub is picking a box up, whilst Scar skips through the portal holding three bags with magic. Etho's chatting to Tango and Zed as they work.

"Of course! We'll be finished in no time." It's already taken most of the day, but X doesn't need to mention that. He sets his vision back to normal, does another check of the pocket dimension, and returns to carrying boxes.

The remaining hermits trickle in as the sun sets. Stress and Beef sort out dinner for everyone, Xisuma making sure the last of the luggage is safe.

"Wait!" A few heads turn at Grian's cry, heavy footsteps rushing up to town hall. "I- I've got my stuff." Xisuma blinks at the sight of the hermit carrying about four bags at once. One is bright pink.

"You're not too late," X reassures him. "You can just drop it in, there should be room." He's settled into a shaded corner, preparing for the process of safely moving over twenty players. And Joe. If he's being honest, the data is starting to give him a headache. But it'll be worth it once they're all in their new world. Their temporary 'in-between' world is already set up. Somewhere for them all to stay whilst he handles the switch over. Most of the hermits take the time to visit friends or do other projects during that, anyway.

"Thanks, X," Grian says, between gasps. He runs into the portal, X laughing softly to himself. Mumbo walks up a few minutes later, glancing at the group.

"Is Grian in there?" He asks. Before X can even reply, about four hermits are giving an affirmative. "Thanks, guys!" Mumbo heads in after, only two bags in tow. X watches, well-aware of the fondness in his chest. It's a good reminder of just what he does this for.

-

It's another hour until everything's ready. The sun is hanging over the horizon (Xisuma may have frozen the day cycle a while back.) X has watched warily as they've shared food, chatted, played games (including one very dramatic wink murder. He's not sure what happened in Grian's server, and he's not sure he wants to ask.) But now, they've all gathered around, watching as Xisuma enters the final commands.

"Okay, everybody here knows the drill. Stay with somebody else, I want to do a headcount on the other side, then you're all free to wander." He projects his voice, the hermits hushing to listen. "Is everybody ready?"

"Yeah!" "Born ready!" "We've been ready for hours!" "Is there food on the other side?"

X shakes his head. With a final press of the enter key, the portal opens in front of the diamond throne. There's a collective murmur of anticipation.

"Alright, you lot can head through. I'll join you in half an hour, max." He can't even make out words following that. TFC and False are first, walking through with a wave to the others. Stress and Iskall run after them. The rest of the hermits take their time. Some share hugs, some take a last look at the horizon. And Xisuma watches over it all, determined every single one of his hermits will make it safely through.

"X?" Impulse calls. He and Hypno are standing together. The town hall feels so much emptier now the hermits are gone. "You sure you'll be okay?"

"I'll be fine," Xisuma promises. "All standard procedure. I'll see you soon." They nod, sharing a last smile.

"Okay then. Stay safe, X."

"You two as well. Try and keep the others from misbehaving until I get there."

Hypno laughs, "No promises."

And like that, Xisuma's alone. He sighs, sinking back against the diamond throne. The sun casts golden beams over the land. This has been… a good season. They all are, but. Xisuma smiles as he sets the tick speed of the world to zero, freezing it in time. He thinks next season will be something special. It only takes fifteen minutes to finish his commands, the rest he needs to do on the other side.

"Goodbye, old friend." He pats the diamond throne. With a look over the eerily still shopping district, he sighs. It really is the hermits that fill a world with life, isn't it? "To more admin work," he murmurs, before laughing at himself.

"Shishwam?" Xisuma jumps, clutching his chestplate.

"Oh my goodness, you scared me." Keralis giggles. He's waiting in front of the portal, hands in his pockets. "I thought you went through."

"Well..." Keralis starts, "Somebody said we needed to go through the portal with someone else. And then I thought of a certain admin going through alone..." Xisuma laughs, shaking his head. He joins Keralis, swirling colours reflecting off his armour.

"Of course you did." He takes a deep breath. "Well, I'm ready to go." Keralis wraps his arm around Xisuma's shoulders, squeezing him tight.

"You've done a good job this season, Shishwammy. I hope you know that." Xisuma sneaks one last look out the doorway before they leave this world behind.

"Yeah." He smiles. "I think I do."

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Clearwater Springs: Part 9

SDescription: ot7 x reader, reader’s choice, fairy/supernatural/soulmate au. The choices you make influence the story! In this world, war-torn and ragged, you’ve been offered a home and a job working as a librarian. Will you meet your soulmates? Will you ever find the shelves behind the piles of books? Who knows.

Warnings: idk

Posted: 08/18/2021

Tags: ot7 x reader, supernatural bts, soulmate au

3,463 words

A/N: Okay! Remember, two free-write and one survey chapter, which means the next survey chapter will be chapter 11 (technically they all are at this point), which means that the survey at the bottom of this post will be on part 10 as well. Sorry for the wait.

Previous ~ Next

You were in a warm cocoon, and you weren’t about to disturb it.

Yoongi was in cat form again, stretched out against your back, purring now and then in his sleep.

Namjoon was snoring, but you didn’t care because he was warm and his heartbeat was strong, and he was well-built. Strong enough to make you feel safe, soft enough to keep you comfortable. He was your haltija.

You lay in a comfortable doze for a while, smiling when Yoongi moved so you could pet him and he fell asleep again.

But then someone was sneaking in and over, fluttering above the ground and peering at you.

You yawned a bit, then turned to reach out both hands to him.

Jimin smiled and took your hands, gently pulling you from between the other two and into the air.

You grinned as he set you down on the floor by the bed, admiring his wings. His feathers looked shinier already, and the colors of his feathers seemed more vibrant. Happiness made such a difference in fairies.

Jimin tugged your hand gently, pulling you out of the room and down to Jin’s room.

The door swung open silently, revealing the most adorable sight of Jin and Jungkook cuddling. Jungkook’s arms wrapped around Jin, and head on Jin’s shoulder but still tucked close to Jin’s neck. Both of them looked so peaceful.

Jimin shared your smile, then tugged your hand again as he carefully closed the door.

Taehyung was being bearhugged from behind by Hoseok, drowsily watching some cartoon show that had the volume down as low as possible without muting it.

Hoseok murmured now and then, and pressed airy little kisses just barely into Taehyung’s hair--probably completely unfelt by the dryad. But he glanced over and smiled contentedly at you before whispering something that got a sleepy smile out of his companion.

You tugged on Jimin’s hand this time, drawing him into the kitchen. “Help me make them breakfast?”

He nodded.

You weren’t an exceptional cook, but you could make basic foods, and the boys didn’t seem to mind basic foods. “Did you sleep well, ma mignonne?”

He nodded emphatically. “Yesterday was tiring.”

Yoongi stalked in, scowling tiredly at you. “You left.”

“Sorry, mon chat minou,” You apologized, leaning over to peck his lips.

His eyes widened.

Jimin huffed, latching onto you again.

You leaned back into his arms and tilted your head back for a kiss.

He hesitated, but did kiss you—softly. As though you were a bubble that would pop at any moment. His lips soft against yours.

You brushed his cheek with your fingertips, keenly away of two more sets of eyes on the three of you.

Hoseok, probably already knowing the outcome, came over and claimed his kiss. “Morning, aluemdaun.”

You hummed happily at his casual compliment, curling your fingers around the neckline of his shirt. “Darling.”

Taehyung’s eyes were wide, and he slowly came forward.

You watched him with a soft smile. “Good morning, Taehyung. Did you sleep well?”

Taehyung nodded slowly.

You kissed his cheek, brushing over the spot where you kissed him with your thumb as you looked over his face. “Good.”

“So...does everyone know...about….” He gestured vaguely to your arm.

You nodded, smiling a little more. “Everyone knows. You can ask them anything about being soulmates that you want. You can touch them, hug them, kiss them, and they’ll have no room to complain because they’re stuck with all of us for the rest of our lives—provided all goes well.”

Taehyung started to get hints of excitement in his eyes. “Hugs?”

“As many as you like. Jimin gives especially good hugs.” You nodded toward the fairy, who was still cooking under your instructions.

Yoongi took Taehyung’s hand. “After we’re out of their way so they can make breakfast.”

Taehyung didn’t seem to accept that, turning and hugging onto Yoongi despite the werecat’s protests—loud as they were.

But Yoongi waddled himself and Taehyung out of the kitchen, and out of your way. And Taehyung forced his hugs on the werecat without avail.

You returned to your fairy, directing his actions with little gestures, happy when the food turned out well—just as Namjoon, Jin, and Jungkook joined everyone downstairs.

Jimin greeted them with a chirpy ‘Good Morning!’ while ushering them to the table. “We just finished making breakfast!”

Jungkook looked like he was still half-asleep, movements languid as Jin helped him to a spot at the table.

Yoongi was still trapped by Taehyung. “Stop it. Stop it. Let’s not do this. Stop it.”

Taehyung ignored him, nuzzling the were-cat’s neck until suddenly the were-cat shifted and escaped. Then he pouted, looking hurt and sullen.

Jin chuckled sleepily. “Come here, Taehyungie, we’ll catch him later for you to cuddle. Sit next to hyungie to eat.”

Hoseok easily claimed the seat on the other side of Taehyung. “Yoongi-hyung was probably just hungry, Taehyung. He’s not very forthright, but—” he dropped his glass, eyes glazed and far away. He frowned, hands hovering shakily over his plate.

You glanced at Jin for a moment.

Jin got up and went around to Hoseok’s side.

Hoseok’s gaze cleared slightly, but he looked shaken. “I need my crystal ball. Need to get upstairs.”

“I’ll help you,” Jin whispered softly, helping him up. “Even breaths, Hoseokie. Keep calm.”

Hoseok nodded, leaning into Jin. “Need to look. Need to see.”

You watched them go with a little worry, but you knew Hoseok would be fine as long as Jin was with him.

Today, you had work to do.

After you had made sure that Taehyung, Jungkook, and Jimin had ingested an adequate amount of food—and helped Yoongi make plates for the two that were absent—you went to your room, silently asking your waters for some good working clothes.

Your waters ignored you and gave you a dress, but at least the dress wouldn’t expose your body every time you moved.

Jimin was waiting with Parsley by the front door. “You’re going to the library, right?”

You smiled and nodded. “I have work to do. Are you coming with me?”

“You can’t go alone,” He said nonchalantly. “Too dangerous. Especially with a dark mage about.”

“True. But I wouldn’t like it if you didn’t want to come with me.”

“I want to,” He answered quickly, looking a little sheepish. “I really like it there. High ceilings. I can fly even though it’s raining.”

You smiled. “Alright, then.”

You peeked into the living room, noticing that Taehyung had ‘captured’ Yoongi again and that both were watching a movie with Jungkook and Namjoon. “I’m off to the library with Jimin. Be back later. Someone check on Jin and Hoseok if they don’t come down in an hour?”

“Mm’kay,” Namjoon answered distractedly, but you saw Yoongi look over at you and nod.

Rain didn’t bother you that much, it was just water after all, but Jimin seemed a little averse to it, so you made sure he had the umbrella. Not that it was much of a rainstorm, the gentle pattering drops far more soothing than harsh. Pleasant and somewhat warm.

There was a truck sitting in front of the library, and Valina was under the overhang of the doors, glaring at another person.

Jimin gently touched your shoulder and took off to watch from a distance, a distance from which he could easily intervene if he needed.

You carried the closed umbrella up to those waiting, wondering what was going on. “Hello Valina, how may I assist you?”

She glanced at you, eyes widening slightly, panicked a little.

“Ah! You must be the librarian, I am Grendel,” The dark mage said, turning toward you and bowing.

You froze, but tried not to display your panic. “A pleasure, I’m sure.”

“Yes, well, you see, as well as conducting my own business, I was asked to convey this load of books to this…charming town’s library.” He eyed you. “I had not realized that this library was run by a xana.”

“I had not realized my species could be of any interest to any being other than my own kind,” You answered evenly. “There is a room around the side of the building for after-hours book deliveries and donations, and the sign is right there, as well. I believe that lettering is large enough for any to read.”

“Ah, but I have…certain donations that need special care, and I wished to convey the instructions in person—as I was telling this…fiery, young woman.”

“That’s witch to you! And I told you I could have given her the instructions.” Valina crossed her arms.

“And I told you, there are certain things that only a librarian can understand. This place has special vaults for…dangerous tomes, does it not?” He turned to you.

“We would have to ask the owner of the library,” You answered vaguely. “I have not been informed of any. If you would be so kind as to deliver the rest to the side room, I will call the owner and have him come and talk with you.”

“I was specifically instructed—”

“I understand,” You cut him off. “However, I have no answers as to security for dangerous tomes, and for that, the owner is required. Once he has answers in regards to the safety of such tomes, then we may further discuss the tomes staying here. Until then, please patiently wait in the delivery room around the side of the building. I shall not ask again.”

“But—”

“You have about five seconds before I start singing: can you bare it, mage?” You asked, eyes narrowing in a challenge.

His mouth clamped shut and he bowed stiffly. “As you have asked, so shall I do.”

You nodded firmly and moved to the front doors, waiting until he was pulling the truck to the side of the building before unlocking the front doors and ushering Valina inside.

“Are you crazy? He’s a dark mage!” She hissed the moment the door closed.

“I am…very…aware…of…that…,” You said in between trying not to hyperventilate in the ensuing panic.

Jimin landed and quickly wrapped his arms and wings around you, forcing Valina to back up. “You’re crazy. You’re absolutely crazy.”

You just hugged him back with all of your might. “Need to call Jin.”

“I’ll do that,” Valina said, regarding you and Jimin and just a tiny bit disconcerted.

“It’s a trick, right? He’s just trying to get to you, right?” Jimin asked, sounding panicked.

Parsley twined around your feet, mewling.

“Where’s his pheonix?” You whispered.

You saw Valina look up sharply.

Jimin let go of you and shrunk, darting off to look.

You went to the desk slowly, sitting down and beginning your work. “He stop at your shop first?”

“Not exactly. Had a feeling.” Valina leaned against the counter, frowning. “A faun pointed him out to me, and my brain worked from there. My coven will ward the town. We’ve already been setting up protection wards on people’s houses, so most people should be safe at night. Except your house. But you have a haltija.”

“And a were-cat, and a djinn, dryad, seer, incubus-fairy mix, and a human that I swear has magic in his blood.”

“Mr. Kim definitely has magic in his blood,” Valina said, eyes flashing pink. “Ancient magic, but it is there. His family tree is made of touched and clearsighted.”

“Touched and clearsighted?” You asked.

“Touched people have a sort of intuition, they get a sense for things quickly—especially in regards to the magical. They tend to become fighters, people who protect others from…less-savory magic. Clearsighted folk can see through all magical protection that would confuse other humans. Why do you think he didn’t become a slobbering fool upon seeing you? Yes, he sees you’re hot as hell, but, because he has clearsight, he is able to resist that pull and instead focus on you as a person. Me? I have special charms to resist folk like yourself and stay a decent witch.” She looked you over and quickly looked away. “Though, I think it’s about time I recharge them.”

“I appreciate the effort,” You murmured, thinking about Jin and grateful for the distraction that she had been trying to give you. “There’s still so much I don’t know about the world and about people. I only knew my people.”

“Might help if you came into town more often.”

You looked at her quietly until she met your gaze with a little regret.

“Nevermind, that would be mass chaos and not pleasant for you. Forget I mentioned town. Let me ward it for your protection first.”

“Don’t go to any extra trouble on my account.”

“I won’t. My coven planned on putting up warding to protect from…unwanted behaviors.”

“You’re the police of the town, aren’t you?”

Valina grinned. “Yup! But don’t worry, we have people we answer to as well. Now, if we could get real town status, then we’d probably elect Mr. Kim as mayor—”

“Never gonna happen,” Jin said firmly, walking quickly over to you. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, standing up. “I sent him around the side to the drop-off area and Jimin is looking for the Pheonix, but he’s been gone since Valina called you.”

Yoongi shifted and ran out to see if he could track down the fairy.

Hoseok was looking a little…out of breath.

Jungkook seemed to be visually assessing you.

Namjoon was talking to the doorway.

Taehyung was looking around, awestruck. “Hyung…this place is so beautiful….”

Jin kissed your forehead and then glanced at Valina. “Got any extra protection charms?”

She patted her pockets demonstratively. “I was in a bit of a rush, toots. Apologies. Take the Djinn with you, he can use magic to protect you and it’s stronger than even a dark mage’s. He can protect you if he wishes.”

Hoseok gripped Jungkook’s arm. “No.”

Jungkook looked both surprised and hurt. “I can do it, hyung.”

“No, it has to be…” Hoseok looked desperately at him, then at you. “It has to be you. I…can’t tell you why…but I know….”

You could tell it was killing him to say it, tearing him up inside. “Okay. If you say it must be so, then it must be. Jungkook could protect us from here, correct?”

Hoseok considered for a moment, then nodded. “Yes.”

“Okay, now please sit down. You look so pale,” You pleaded softly, gently, touching his arm.

He relaxed a bit and pliantly let you guide him to your chair.

“Jungkook, Taehyung, Namjoon; please look out for Hoseok, I have a feeling he’s going to be having a rough day,” You asked, picking up Parsley and setting her in Hoseok’s lap. “Pet the kitty.”

Hoseok let out a small breath of an amused laugh, then did as told.

Then you and Seokjin went outside to meet the dark mage.

Grendel was waiting, looking patient, casually unloading boxes from the truck, but he quickly set aside the box he was carrying as he noticed your approach.

“This is Mr. Kim, the owner of the library. Mr. Grendel had inquiries about secure vaults for…dangerous tomes.”

Jin nodded. “I am only allowed by the government to approve of certain types of tomes. What is the nature of the tomes?” He pulled out some paperwork.

“One is a necromancers guide made with dragon leather,” Grendel said, looking worried.

You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped you.

Grendel nodded. “Dark magic that must be locked away and never let out again. And that one…that one should remain off-record if possible.”

Jin was quiet, partially frozen. “Where is that one?”

“Still on the truck. I didn’t want to unload it if it couldn’t stay here.”

Jin nodded slowly. “I know a place where it can go. I’m assuming you don’t want to know it’s final location either.”

“That would be correct.”

“Okay. And the other tomes?”

“A Demon Book, a Crimson portfolio, and the notebook of…Fausto Vilareyo,” Grendel finished, not meeting your gaze.

Your heart seemed to stop.

Jin was looking to you. “Fausto Vilareyo?”

“The first dark mage,” You answered, trembling.

Jin nodded slowly. “All of these fall within what I am able to take in. I will care for the notebook and the necromancer’s guide.”

You nodded. “I….”

“Can you go get me some notecards?” Jin asked, providing you with a brief escape. “And a pen?”

You nodded, turning and fleeing the presence of such an evil book.

The others startled when you hurried in.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked, pausing in his task of what appeared to be drying Jimin’s wings.

“Yes. Did you find the pheonix?”

“No,” Jimin said, drooping. “No sign of it.”

“That’s fine,” You said hastily, grabbing some things for yourself.

“Slow down,” Valina advised, “before you drop everything you’re trying to pick up.”

You just nodded and raced out again, pausing before the corner and composing yourself.

Grendel conveyed the instructions for the last two books, then bowed. “I thank you for guarding these relics. It has been a long journey to find a safe resting place for them.”

You dipped your head very slightly. “War makes many things difficult, though they be difficult to begin with.”

“Very true. I must be off. Many more false trails to lay,” Grendel said, bowing once more. He hesitated in leaving, though. “I know it may not mean much, but I apologize for the wrongs that have been committed toward your kind. I had never seen one of your kind in person before now and I regret not knowing. I do what I must, though, and for that I know I would never be able to listen to your songs. Thank you for your benevolence toward me, even knowing I am of the kind that is dangerous toward yourself.”

“If you continue to remove dangerous things from those who would abuse them, then I wish you luck,” You said, meaning it. Not just anyone would turn over what they had found to be locked away. And while his dark magic was fresh and potent, perhaps it was because he needed it to get those items. “May I ask, what were you doing in the forest?”

He blinked in surprise. “The forest? Oh…I…I’d actually heard that the forest was quite nice and I have this stupid pheonix that’s bound to me and he goes and gets into all sorts of trouble if I don’t properly exercise him.” He looked around. “Thinking of…you haven’t happened to see a pheonix?”

You shook your head rapidly.

Jin shook his head as well.

He sighed. “He probably went after the dragon magic, the stupid fledgling. Well. Either he gets eaten or he learns a lesson. Thank you for your time.” He bowed again and hopped into the truck.

“Dragon?” Jin asked, eyes wide.

“The river dragon, probably,” You offered.

Jin looked at you like you’d grown a second hand.

“Jungkook and I ran across him when we were passing the time before going to look for you. He’s my river-kin, apparently.”

Jin shook his head, showing you the vaults for the books you would care for, how to access them and such. “Of course he is.”

“Hoseok looked pale.”

“Yeah. He’s not as strong as he likes to convey.”

“Are any of us?”

Jin kissed your cheek. “Probably not.”

You ran your fingers along the mortar between the bricks. “Do you think he had an ulterior motive?”

“I don’t know. I guess we’ll find out. You want to stay at the library?”

You nodded. “I have work to do. Jimin will probably stay with me.”

He nodded. “I don’t think Taehyung will leave now, either. Is that okay?”

“He’s cute. Jimin and I can keep an eye on him.”

“Okay. I’m going to take the others home, then. Make sure Hoseok gets some water, food, and rest.” Jin kissed your cheek. “Don’t speak a word to the others about what books are hidden in the vaults. Or about the books I will be hiding. It’ll be safer.”

You nodded firmly. “Agreed. It’s for their own well-being. Hoseok knows.”

He nodded. “Probably.”

Yoongi stalked up in his black and grey form—his largest form—and then paused, getting ready to leap into Jin’s arms.

Jin stroked Yoongi’s head. “Hey. We’re okay. Thanks for worrying.”

Yoongi just snorted and rested, acting like he’d intended to fall asleep in Jin’s arms.

You reached over and scratched his head, then went into the library to finally do the work that you hadn’t been able to get done in the past three days.

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 Request: Could I request a Sirius x reader where the reader is maybe a year younger and his or regulus childhood best friend and she gets sorted to gryffindor so she becomes a target for bullies so Sirius and the marauders takes her under their wing....a few years later she gets hurt and Sirius gets super protective and confess his feelings....angst and fluff??

Pair: Sirius Black x reader, Platonic! Marauders x reader, Platonic! Regulus Black x reader

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Language

A/N: So this is my first request... I don’t know if I did what you imagined justice but this is what I came up with and I really hope you enjoy. 

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When you were placed into Gryffindor you thought it was a mistake. There was no way with your long line of Slytherin pureblood, that you'd be a Gryffindor. Not that you thought there was anything wrong with that. You never cared to live up to people's expectations or what people thought of you, even though your parents did. And despite your family's attempts at making you see their way, you never could. There was no superior bloodline, you were all equal. But you played your part so you wouldn't hear the lectures or deal with all the drama. You didn't partake in the bullying or the maltreatment of muggle-borns or half-bloods like every other pureblood; you didn't see the need. You kind of just stood by or left whenever your friends would tantalize others.

However, when you got sorted you weren't the silent one while others bullied and tortured others who weren't deemed worthy in the eyes; you were the one getting bullied. The first few years you wanted to fight back but eventually, there were too many for you to handle. So you just dealt with it. At the parties that the pureblood families had thrown-- which your family was invited to-- your parents had advised you to try to blend in and not draw attention to yourself. For the most part, you did.

Regulus, your best friend tried to get you out of your shell. You tried to convince him that it wasn't you but your parents. You would've love to enjoy yourself at the parties, being dressed up and all that. But with your situation, you couldn't afford to make a fool out of yourself, and drinking firewhiskey in different rooms or sneaking off to where your parents couldn't keep an eye on you, wasn't a good idea. When you and Regulus were older your parents had set an arranged marriage between you two. Uniting rich and powerful families and all that. But You and Regulus were just the best of friends, always together. And just like everything else, that had to change. You now had to find ways to see each other in hidden places. Never to be seen together in front of students or staff in case it would get back to your parents. In Hogwarts you ignored each other, magically passing notes to update each other on your well-being. It was tough but you managed. Regulus was your only friend after all.

~~~

It was just another day at Hogwarts, You were avoiding Bellatrix Lestrange. Your main terrorizer. She had a group of Slytherins trailing her. Ever since you got sorted into Gryffindor every pureblood who was in Slytherin, taunted and teased you to no end. They jinxed you and called you weak. Saying things about how you weren't one of them. You knew that much but you didn't need the constant reminder.

Bellatrix and her group were right behind you as you were walking to the Gryffindor common room. You cursed in your mind, they saw you.

"Going somewhere L/N?" You ignored her. "You know it's rude to not answer your superiors."

"I'm not trying to bother anyone Bellatrix." You sighed but kept walking.

"Your presence alone bothers me." She sent a spell your way to catch your attention.

"Are you crazy?" You turned to face her, Your voice raising a bit. An amused smile played on her lips, she tilted her head to the side.

"You have no idea what crazy looks like Y/N/N." She stalked towards you in a predatory way.

"We grew up together Bellatrix," You slowly backed away from her so as to not set her off. "Name-calling and pranks are one thing but curses..."

You didn't know what you did to cause the special attention that others like first years or Muggle-borns got from Bellatrix. Sure you were never that close, you always got along better with Andromeda than Narcissa and the former, but never would you have thought that you'd be on the receiving end of her fury over blood status. This was outrageous you thought to yourself. How could anyone be this upset over what house people are in?

"Don't worry, after a while, they won't hurt." Your blood started to rush through your veins and a shiver ran down your spine. You stopped walking backward when you bumped into something behind you. A pair of arms held you to keep you steady. You turned around expecting another one of Bellatrix's "friends" only to be met with a tall, shaggy-haired boy.

Sirius Black, your best friend's older brother, who just so happened to be in your house. Relief washed over you. You were no longer outnumbered. Sirius and his group of Marauders were there. Surely they wouldn't just walk away from a fellow Gryffindor in trouble. Of course you never really had an affiliation with them besides the same color robes but they were good people, weren't they?

"We heard something about pranks?" James spoke.

Bellatrix scoffed, "This is none of your business Potter."

"Well Bellatrix considering how Y/N is a member of our house, it does make this our business," Remus replied. She cackled, "How fitting the two blood-traitors in one pitiful little group." She signaled the others to follow her and walked away.

"Are you alright?" Sirius asked, not letting go of your shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"C'mon we were just going back to the common room." He let go of your shoulders but tugged on the sleeve of your robe to follow them.

"What did you do to cause the wrath of crazy over there?" James questioned. He led the way to the common room, you kept your distance not really trusting any of them. Their reputation for being the school's signature pranksters didn't ease your mind as you walked with them. You never held a conversation with any of them before today, maybe a few with Remus but he was the only sane one out of all of them, it made sense that you were wary of their presence. Who knows what they had planned.

"Does anyone have to do anything at all to provoke her?" Sirius snorted, you gave him a questioning look and he just shrugged.

"No, I suppose not."

"Well Y/N I guess you could call yourself lucky your knight in shining armors were there to save the day." James' cocky smile written on his face assuming he was right.

"Although I appreciate the help, I could've handled myself." You stepped into the portrait hole, anxious to get back into your dorm room and take a nap.

"Not against all of them, you know sometimes you need to run in a pack L/N, you could get killed without one."

"You make it sound like we're wolves," you stated, each attempt to get back to your room was failed by every comment James made. What was his point?

"Some of us aren't," Sirius commented. You noticed Remus got tense and slightly shook his head.

"Point is Bellatrix and her groupies aren't going to quit bothering you and we want to help." James offered.

"What's the catch?"

"Why does there have to be catch? We want to be your friends." Sirius answered and plopped down on the chair across from the couch where you were sitting. You gave him a dead look. "Just think about it, hm?"

"Whatever." You got up from your seat and went to your dorm to take your well-needed nap.

Later that night you went down to the common room to read by the fire until you fell asleep. You felt like you'd only closed your eyes for 2 seconds when you were rudely awakened by Sirius.

"What?" You hissed. His mischievous grin made you want to slap him.

"You're coming with me." He took the blanket that you had wrapped around you, off.

"No." You said simply, reaching for the blanket again. Just as your eyes were beginning to close again you heard him say, "Yes."

He lifted you in his arms and you dramatically fell limp. "What the hell." You groaned loudly.

"Shh you're going to people up," You glared at him.

"Maybe they should wake up since I'm being kidnapped!" He rolled his eyes. You jumped from his arms so you could stand on your own.

"Where are we going?" You asked, Slowly recovering from being awoken.

"You'll see." That was all he responded as he continued to guide you out of the portrait hole and through the halls. You were anxious, in all the years of Hogwarts you never went out past curfew so you didn't know the chances of being caught and getting in trouble.

"Sirius, Filch may be out here." You warned.

"We'll be fine Y/N/N just trust me."

"I don't trust you that's my problem." You muttered. He turned around and looked at you. His piercing grey eyes shining in the darkness. He pulled out a long cloak from who knows where and wrapped it around the both of you, causing you to be closer together.

"This will keep us hidden so Filch won't catch us." The weight in your chest lifted and now replaced by butterflies. You inhaled sharply at the close proximity.

"You alright?"

You nodded, which gave him the confirmation he needed to continue, "Let's go."

When you made it to your destination you gasped. The astronomy tower, "Wow" you whispered, shedding yourself from the cloak. The night sky hadn't looked as beautiful as it did at that very moment. You've been here for class but you've never seen the stars so bright, you wondered what special cosmic event it must've been for the night sky to look the way it did.

You whipped around remembering who you were here with, you crossed your arms, "Why did you bring me here?"

"I can't take you sight-seeing now?"

"I had this class yesterday, this is hardly what I'd call sight-seeing." You arched a brow upwards. "Besides we're not exactly friends..." He gasped and feigned hurt by putting a hand over his heart.

"After all we've been through?" You rolled your eyes. He continued, "I was hoping we could change that. The boys and I have noticed you've been struggling socially and don't really play well with others, but I've seen the way you interacted with my brother before Hogwarts and you enjoy the company. I had to wonder why is it that you don't have that many friends?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but since I got sorted into Gryffindor my old "friends" and family haven't been that accepting considering the fact that they're all Slytherins, I mean you should know how it is." You sighed and took a seat resting your back against a wall facing the night sky. "The people I used to get along with, well, their parents don't want them to spend time with me. As for not having friends in our house, nobody has tried to get to know me, they just assume I'm like the other Slytherins even though I was placed here for a reason." You scoffed, people truly were ridiculous. "It sucks cause every side thinks I've chosen to be apart of what they go against when in reality I'm not apart of anything."

He stared at you, you then realized that you went on a full-on rant and nervously looked down, picking at your nails. He'd been silent the entire time listening. It was nice, "You could be apart of us."

You were skeptical, "Sirius this isn't funny." You moved to get up.

"It's not a joke Y/N." He chuckled.

"You're not being very convincing right now."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"We've barely spoken to each other in all these years of Hogwarts, even before Hogwarts!" you threw your hands in the hair. "I went over your house for playdates with Reg and never had one conversation. You and your friends have a reputation for pranks, How do I know this isn't one of them?"

"Because I'm not trying to prank you Y/n, in fact, I'm trying to help you. We all are." He put his hands on your shoulders to get you to look at him. "I know how it feels to be all alone in a world like that. To be in an environment where you feel uncomfortable with those people. Knowing all the wrong things they say and not being able to say anything because they'll disown you."

"The difference between you and me is that you got out." You shoved his hands off your shoulders. "Not all of us have a James."

"Y/n-"

"I'll think about it." With that, you left, not caring if you were to get caught.

If you were being honest the reason why you didn't want to be friends with the marauders was that they had 3 years to be friends with you, you knew Sirius from years prior. Why didn't he come to you sooner? Knowing you had been friends with his little brother. He just sat there and watched while you spent the first 3 and a half years of what should've been the most fun years of your life at Hogwarts, lonely and sad. If his defense was that he could sympathize with your situation and that he wanted to help; why didn't he approach you sooner? Also, you might've been a little bitter about him having a place to go to while you still had to stay with your parents.

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You did think about after that Night with Sirius, you decided you give them a chance. You wouldn't be cornered alone anymore or hopefully cornered at all. You would have a group now. You also thought it was great that you had someone you could relate to in the group and someone that you somewhat knew. You never thought that you'd be actual friends with your childhood crush, even if that was your best friend's older brother and you'd spend more time in his house than your own most days; but here you were.

Being a part of the Marauders was fun, you were practically family now. They let you in on their little secret; with Remus' permission of course. They informed you of his full moon situation. They offered to help you become an animagus, which you denied, you didn't want to deal with all of that. You helped James with Lily, it wasn't easy but it worked somehow. You would help them with their pranks. They pulled pranks on the people who used to bully you all the time which you appreciated greatly. It was nice knowing they had your back and they knew you had theirs.

Nobody messed with you now and you gained a few more friends now. Lily, Alice, Dorcas, and Mary. It was all great. Except for your growing crush on a certain Marauder. With every moment you spent with him your heart swelled, it wasn't a great idea to get involved with him in that way. You were his brothers best friend, he'd seen you grow up, and took you under his wing when you were in need (you always thought even if he truly wanted to be your friend, it was a sort of favor for Regulus since he couldn't be there) there was no way he would be interested in you. But you had always hoped.

You remembered one Christmas that your parents had forced you to go to a party that the Malfoys would throw annually. It was terrible. You didn't have your friends there with you and Regulus couldn't talk to you with his parents watching. The blacks were suspicious of you spending more time with their son, who they disowned and like every other parent at that party, they didn't want Regulus to associate with you. So you were alone again. The only perk of this entire thing was you didn't have to completely show your face since it was a masquerade ball theme.

Evan Rosier came up to you, your eyes narrowed and you tilted your head in question. "Shame you spend your time with those blood traitors Y/N, I would have asked you out."

"I think I lucked out on that one Rosier." You took a sip from your drink shifting your gaze to somewhere else.

"You filthy little-"

"Careful what your next words are, my friend, I don't think Mummy and Daddy would appreciate it much." A voice that came from behind you said.

"You are not even supposed to be here, Black."

"Sirius!" You threw your arms around his neck, he wrapped his around your waist. You heard Evan scoff and leave.

"Y/N darling, have I told you that you attract way too much trouble."

"No, but I'm starting to think you're right." You pulled away from him, realizing that you were in the eyesight of your parents. "What are you doing here? Your parents will kill you if they see you here."

"I couldn't let you come here alone, with all these people." He looked around with distaste.

"Alright well, we have to find a more private place so you won't get caught." You grabbed his hand in yours and led the way to the maze garden.

"Y/N if you wanted to get into my pants, all you had to do was ask." He wiggled his eyebrows, You shoved him away. "Gross."

"Okay so I didn't tell you this but James and I are breaking you out of here."

"How the hell are you planning on doing that?"

"Easy, a distraction." You were about to ask what the distraction was when you saw a stag through the windows. Screams of the people were coming from the inside. You put a hand over your mouth to cover your smile. You did not expect that at all. Sirius retook your hand and pulled you deeper into the maze when the guests were filing out.

You stopped when you were finally in the middle, there was an enchanted fountain spewing water. you had a rush of energy and laughed. Sirius was looking down at you.

"Where'd James go?"

"He should be coming soon." He replied. It was quiet for a while before Sirius scooped up water from the fountain and threw it at you. You gasped, "You asshole!"

You dipped your hand in the water and flicked it at him. This started a war between the two of you. You ducked behind the fountain and threw water at him whenever you got the chance and he did the same. It wasn't until you heard footsteps coming that you stopped.

"Y/N?" You remembered that voice, you whipped around quickly and almost fell into the water if it wasn't for Sirius who had put a hand on your back to catch you.

"Reg?" He ran to you and wrapped his arms around you, picking you up and twirling you around. Once he put you down he pulled you away at arm's length to observe you.

"You're wet." He stated, confused.

"Water fight." you smile into the response. He laughed and threw his head back.

"Only you." Sirius coughed, you almost forgot he was there.

"Hello, brother." Regulus nodded to him. "It's been a while, I've missed you."

"Have you?" You gave Sirius a look, now was not the time. This was the first time you've seen Regulus in months, years even. You didn't need them to argue.

"We should talk." He suggested, You agreed and strolled along the maze with Regulus, noticing that the guests have all returned inside.  

"So you escaped your parents." You started talking.

"So I did." he glanced at you. "But only for a bit, they'll start to wonder where I've gone. I just needed to see you."

"Yeah me too."

"I just wanted to let you know that I can't write to you anymore." Your brows furrowed in confusion. "Why not?"

"It's not safe."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Just know things are about to get serious and dangerous and I have to do things that I know you won't agree with to keep you safe."

"Reg, I-I don't know what you're saying."

"Soon enough you will." He stopped walking. "I needed you to know before I cut ties with you, that I love you. You're my best friend and I never want you to get hurt." You felt the tears forming.

"I love you too." He caresses your cheek and kisses them both before saying his final Goodbye. You were left standing there trying to decipher his words.

Eventually, you found yourself back where you and Sirius were playing with water. He was sitting on the edge of the fountain. He stood up when he saw you and your tearstained cheeks. He wrapped you in a hug.

"I'm glad you came." You whispered, hugging him back. He kissed the top of your head and told you that it was time to go. You went to James' house, you spent Christmas and summers there from then on. You never returned home. You slept in the guest bedroom and Sirius stayed with James in his room. Your parents sent you a letter telling you that you were no longer welcome at their house since you chose to associate yourself with bad company that was ruining their reputation. You didn't care much about it, knowing you had a better family now.

It wasn't until you graduated from Hogwarts that you figured out what Regulus was talking about. The war was getting more serious, Lily and James had to go into hiding, you and Sirius had joined the order, you became partners on missions, your bond growing more and more every day.

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"There's too many of them Y/N we need to go back to headquarters!" Sirius yelled over the sounds of fighting. This was supposed to be a quick mission to find out where Voldemort was going to attack next. Hopefully saving a family and your best friends. But as always nothing went according to plan, you didn't drink enough poly juice potion that let you take the face of a death eater that you and Sirius had captured. You didn't bring the flask with you so in the middle of asking questions you transformed back into your true form, which then brought on the fighting.

"No! You go and get the others," A curse was sent your way, you blocked it. "I can fight them off in the meantime!"

"There's no way I'm leaving you with all of these death eaters!"

"Well I'm not going, we just need to catch one and get the information we need!" You continued to duel with Evan Rosier who was easily blocking all of your offensive spells. 'Shit' was all you thought. Six against two were not great odds and you were getting tired. Sirius made a point of retreating. If you were to leave now, you lost the element of surprise and they would be expecting you next time. That or they would retaliate. Great just great, all because you forgot to bring extra poly juice potion.

"Now is not the time to play hero, we can try another day." He took your hand and apparated you to a random alley in another part of London, but not before you were struck with a stinging spell.

"Fuck-" Tears stung in your eyes, Sirius was rushing towards you screaming your name.

The next thing you know you were waking up in a bright room. You assumed you were at St. Mungos. Memories of the moments before you were brought her played in your head. You slowly opened your eyes you turned your head to the sound of snoring. Sirius was sitting in a chair beside your bed. Despite feeling like shit you decided to throw a pillow at his head to wake him up. He sat up quickly, eyes wide staring at you.

"What the fuck?"

"Even when you're asleep you are annoying."

"I'm sorry I was up all night taking care of your dumb-ass."

"Apology accepted." You broke into a smile when you saw his face. He was so...serious. You could never let go of that joke.

"I'm not joking around, you were bad like so bad I thought I lost you."

"Siri-" You sat up in your bed.

"No Y/N I don't think you understand how serious this situation was. You had seizures and might've slipped into a coma. You've been in and out for days now." Your smile faded. "I-I thought I was going to lose you and I can't, not you." He shook his head, running a hand through his hair.

"Sirius, we all get injured, it happens. It's apart of the job."

"Yes but you're different."

"How? How is it any different than if this were to happen to Remus or James or any of the others?"

"Because I love you!" You tried to process his words. He searched your eyes for any response but you were in shock. He spoke softly, "It's different from the others because I am in love with you. I have been for a while.

"You don't have to say it back, you probably don't-" You grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket and kissed him.

"You're an idiot." You kiss him once more and looked him in the eyes and said "I'm in love with you too."

Tags: @divergirl99

[yourlocalmaraudersbabe]

Hi!! Could you please write something for Sirius where he and the reader had a big fight and weren't on speaking terms anymore, but the marauders pulled a prank and she covered for them, wanting to save Sirius from yet another detention? And she gets caught and is assigned to do something horrible in detention, so when she gets back to the common room the marauders see her and Sirius feels bad because she looked like she'd been crying and talks to her and they make up? Thank you!!

“Oh I see, you can’t resist me, can you?”

Summary: While you and Sirius are in the middle of an argument, you take the blame on a prank he and his friends pulled which leaves you with a detention

Paring: Sirius Black x Gryffindor!reader (little mentions of the common room)

Warnings: Talk of burns, fire, and a little angst I suppose

A/N: Hey hey hey, I wrote this as like 3 am when I couldn’t sleep, so please enjoy <3 And thank you for the request! Also there’s a nice ending (I apologize for the angsty ending on that last fic lolll) Ooo and if you’re interested, you can send me an ask to be added onto my taglist :))

Word Count: 1325

Masterlist + Characters and ships I write for

Requests are always open <3

Reminder that I do not support jkr. Do not interact if you do.

“How many times are you going to apologize for missing our date?!”

Sirius began to defend himself. “You know I—”

“Yes Sirius! I know that Slughorn caught you again! But you could’ve at least told me you were going to have another detention.”

“I asked James to let you know but—”

“Sere, it’s not James’s job! You need to be the one in the first place to stay out of trouble.”

You hadn’t expected to be arguing with Sirius right now. You were the last two left in the common room and it was far too late for anyone to be thinking properly. His eyes were filled with exhaustion and misery as he met yours.

He lowered his voice. “Please just listen to me, y/n.”

Your voice broke as you walked up to your dorm. “I can’t do that right now. I’m sorry.”

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“You can’t ignore him forever.”

Lily’s whispers were a stab to the chest as it was going on almost a day without talking to him. “C’mon, you two practically never leave each other’s sides.”

She had agreed to a last minute library trip before curfew, just to help you avoid the common room.

“I don’t plan on ignoring him forever, I just— I don’t know,” you closed your book and quietly stood up from the table.

Lily did the same, though she was slower in gathering her stuff, allowing you to get a head start back to the common room. “Lily, I’m just going to go to bed, tell them all I said hi.”

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“Now would anyone like to claim this wrongdoing as their own?”

Slughorn’s voice echoed through the room as he paced through the aisle down the middle of his class. “If nobody is willing to confess, I could go off of my suspicions,” his voice got higher, giddy with the excitement of giving your friends another detention as he looked their way. “Keep in mind, students, five detetnions means—”

“It was me.”

You hadn’t even realized what you blurted out until Sirius sat up straight in his chair, muttering your name under his breath. You didn’t mean to listen for such a quiet whisper of words, but it was nice to hear his voice again.

You met his eyes for only a brief moment before Slughorn stood directly in your point of view.

His voice was suspicious. “Really?”

“Yep, yes, yeah I um— I did it.”

You didn’t know what five detentions meant, and you didn’t want to hear any longer of what it could be seeing as Sirius would have reached that number. Knowing your professor, it was probably something cruel.

“Well, please see me in my office after dinner for details on your detention.”

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“Good evening,” Slughorn started as you walked into his classroom. Did you have a good dinner?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, taking your eyes off the floor to find an eager looking room of children.

“I, um, have a group of first years that need a great deal of help in class. Which brings me to your detention,” he spoke to you discreetly off to the side. “You’ll be assisting first years in the basics of potions and brewing. They never seemed to quite grasp my subject, so I thought a review would be best for them.”

You glanced around the room of now very talkative students. One had already filled their cauldron with water. You let out a sigh, agreeing to everything he was assigning you as if you had a choice anyways

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“Mr. HigGINS!” Slughorn's voice grew louder as fire shot up around the cauldron in front of you, dispersing itself in the air around you. The flame had died out within seconds, though effectively left burns on your hands and soot across your front. “No, no, it was an accident, Melvin!”

The poor boy that caused the little mishap had at this point disappeared, tears in his eyes.

Your professor looked at you, opening his mouth to say something. You turned around, excusing yourself from the room.

“Oh my, y/n, I’m sorry. You’re excused. Please see Madam Pomfrey if needed,” he called out with fake serenity.

You were on your way back to the common room, not even willing to bother with the nurse, afraid she’d keep you overnight to ‘monitor’ you.

“Hey y/n!” What happened?”

As you turned around to see who had called, you were barely able to catch your reflection in the armor stand.

James arrived at your side. “Are you alright? Tell me what happened.”

You shook your head, wiping the black substance off your lips and eyes with the back of your sleeve.

“No, no, it’s nothing really. Small accident is all it was.”

You walked away silently with James struggling to stay at your side, questioning you more about it.

“James! Please. I’m sorry for how I’m coming across but I need to be alone. Just a quiet night in the common room is all I ask. I’m fine, really.”

He nodded, offering you an understanding smile as he spoke the password to the portrait and climbed through.

James hurried upstairs and your shoulders relaxed upon seeing the room completely empty.

You muttered an incantation, igniting the fireplace while you reached your hand under the couch, pulling your book that you keep there out.

Opening the book had left little black specks falling onto the pages. You groaned, taking time to shake your clothes off entirely, next moving onto your face, avoiding the lump in your throat telling you to cry.

“Y/n?”

You didn’t have to look to know who was talking.

“Hm?”

“I-”

Sirius appeared on the couch beside you, crossing his legs. “I just wanna talk.”

“Me too, Sere.”

The feeling of tears gathering in your eyes dissolved as you scooted closer to him, leaning your head on his shoulder.

“I really am sorry about not being there for our date.”

You slipped your arm under his, hugging it. “It’s alright, really. I just—I needed some time to think about things.”

“But it’s not alright and I’m going to make it up to you.”

You laughed at him, not out of disbelief, but out of the fact that you’d probably wake up to a mountain of flowers around your bed and him sneaking food from the Great Hall to give you breakfast in the comfort of your dorm.

“How do you feel about dogs?” he teased, the cheeky smile present in his voice.

“Oh godric, whatever you’re planning, find something that doesn’t involve getting us expelled.”

The both of you laughed out at that, having a moment of normality, joking with each other until he brought up what brought him down here.

“Hey, what happened to you? James said you came out of Slughorn's— Oh, which reminds me, thank you—”

“Sirius, don’t apologize. I'd rather have my first detention with that idiot, then you getting your fifth one.”

He grabbed your hand, holding it a little too tight in his lap, causing you to hiss, pulling away.

Sirius sat up straighter with a look in his eyes that gave off the impression he was going to go assault someone far too dangerous. “That Melvin kid— the really clumsy first year, he um, caused a little accident.”

You finally got a chance to examine your hands, as did Sirius.

“Do you want to go to the hospital wing? I think you should go see Madam Pompfrey, we can go together.”

Sirius mumbled off his words, starting to get up from his spot.

“I’d rather stay here.” You situated yourself closer next to him.

“C’mon the burns don’t look good.”

“Sere, it’s fine we can just stay here. I haven’t had— I just miss talking with you and that’s honestly all I want to do right now.”

“Oh I see, you can’t resist me, can you?”

“Shut up,” you slapped his leg, the both of you disturbing the once peaceful common room.

[devildomimagines]

Hi! If that's okay could i request the brothers or the undateables (Luke included but platonic) with a MC who has a pet parrot? Their parrot is super cuddly and is on their shoulder or near them 24/7 and everyone think he's adorable but he's actually a spoiled little shit who will not hesitate to screech if he's not being held and paid attention to (he also does that annoying thing where parrots throw things off the table and when you put It on the table again they throw it again just to piss you off-) like, even if MC payes 0,01 seconds of attention to them he's screeching bsosh-

Anyways, look at the gremlin who inspired this request

He's a bastard birb but i love him anyway😫💞 (fun fact i stopped cuddling him to type and this dude started chewing on my phone case-)

Awww! How cute!!! I wish I could draw too because the idea of MC with a bird buddy is so fricking adorable!

Thank you for requesting and for your patience while I worked on this. Also thanks for the picture of your bird because I love him! 10/10 would spoil.

Belphegor

He squinted at the parrot, the screeching was interrupting his nap.

“MC,” he whined, “get it to stop.”

“Sorry, he’s just so clingy, I stopped petting him for just a second.”

Belphie pouted as your concentration moved from rubbing his back to playing with the bird.

He pulled at your sleeve and placed it on his head, “You have two hands.”

You sighed, how would you ever get anything done like this? 

Beelzebub

At first, he mainly only sees the parrot as something similar to chicken.

Once you explain that it’s a friend, not food, Beel was worried that he’d hurt the small creature so he just tended to avoid it altogether.

He’d watch quietly as you played or took general care of the cage.

One time, he happened to be eating a banana and your parrot hopped over to him asking, “Treat?”

Beel’s eyes opened wide and looked over at you, his face asking if it was ok?

“Yeah! He loves bananas!” You confirmed and watched as Beel sweetly offered his banana to the bird to take a nibble.

Asmodeus

Unfortunately the first experience Asmo had with your parrot was when it pooped on him. He was not a fan.

The next unfortunate misunderstanding was when the parrot chased him, naturally he ran, not wanting to be pooped on again and that only added to the chase.

“Asmo, you have to stop running, he thinks you’re playing!”

“But MC! He’ll do unspeakable things to me!” Asmo was close to tears.

“Ok, ok, come here,” You opened your arms and he dived towards you. Swiftly you caught Asmo in a hug and the parrot swooped in and landed on your shoulder.

The pair came face to face as Asmo peeked a look, “Pretty boy!” the parrot squawked. When Asmo’s face softened, you didn’t have the heart to tell him that was something you told your pet and not something the parrot was noting of Asmo.

Satan

Originally intrigued by the little guy.

He was somewhat familiar with the behaviors of cats but he didn’t know much about birds

You’re excited to share all the tricks and phrases you’ve taught your bird buddy as Satan takes notes.

Satan has a lot of questions and you answer the best you can but you’re no expert so you promise to get a bird book for him.

With a scratch of his chin, he asks, “And why is he so attached to you?”

You laugh, “I’m assuming it’s because he loves me but it’s probably because I’m the one who gives him treats.”

Leviathan

He didn’t have a strong feeling towards the bird one way or the other at first.

When the bird picks up the intro tune to one of his animes, his interest starts to grow.

He thought it was cute and happened to catch it on video one day. When he posted it online, it blew up.

Levi tried to teach your parrot other tunes but lost interest when there wasn’t an immediate turn around.

The first time he saw the happy dancing of your parrot, his interest was back lol.

He can be caught bopping along with your parrot if there was ever a time they were left alone together.

Mammon

I feel like he would dislike the bird (mainly for drawing your attention away from him) but the bird actually really likes playing with him.

Mammon always has something interesting to the bird whether it’s his feather keychain or his glasses or some shiny trinket.

Your parrot likes tapping the side of Mammon’s glasses to get his attention.

He’s pretty good at handling the bird and when asked he admits to taking care of a crow without Lucifer’s knowledge so that stays between the two of you.

He definitely talks to the parrot like any other being, “Oy!” He points an accusatory finger at your parrot, “Knock it off with the nipping!” and thus the parrot takes a nibble at his finger.

Although he talks a big game, he secretly loves that you two can be bird parents together.

Lucifer

His pride takes a hit that he, the right-hand to the crown prince of Devildom, has to compete for your attention with a parrot.

Oh the withering looks he gives as your pet screeches for your care.

He does know a thing or two about wing care though. XD

He also knows exactly the right spots for scritches near and on the wings and your parrot is putty in his hands, that boosts his previously wounded pride just a bit.

I think he would secretly spoil your parrot as an extension of spoiling you. 

Deep down he’s a big softie for animals so extra toys and treats find their way into the house.

Luke

Luke liked the bird initially until it screeched at him.

From then on he was kind of scared even if he wouldn’t admit it. 

It’d take a lot of coaxing to get him to pet your parrot but I think you could convince him eventually.

He enjoys how you gush about all the things your pet can do and so he starts to warm back up.

Slowly he gets back to being comfortable and the next time there is an unexpected screech, he’s better prepared.

He starts watching parrot videos online and looking up treats he could make that were safe for parrots.

Solomon

I feel like he knows some things about birds but isn’t particularly fond of animals in general, not that he hates them but doesn’t really get the hype.

You with a parrot on your shoulder is pretty cute though.

Solomon smiles as you play with the parrot, the two of you bouncing. He’ll sneak a picture, just for him.

If you ask him, he’ll play along too.

Through watching you care for your bird, he’ll start to understand the bond between pets and their owners.

Eventually does get interested in the diet of your pet but you assure many times that it’s being taken care of and that he doesn’t need to concern himself with it on top of his studies.

Simeon

Secretly loves birds but he couldn’t keep one as a pet in the celestial realm.

Absolutely beams the first time your parrot hops over to him to investigate.

Giggles when his hair gets pulled for attention but lovingly pets the tiny bird head.

Even with his limited technological knowledge, he takes a lot of pictures. He wants to be able to remember this time when he goes back.

He would absolutely relish the opportunity to take care of your parrot if there was ever a need and I’d trust him to do a good job. 

Offers to help take care of anything related to the bird for you definitely not to act like it’s his pet for a short amount of time.

Barbatos

He’s hard to impress but appreciates the refreshing sight of you smiling at your pet.

Barbatos is pretty knowledgeable so he knows what foods are ok to give to your parrot so he always has them on hand when you come around.

He smiles at you as your attention is on scolding the bird for biting at Barbatos. He wasn’t hurt, but he appreciates your concern.

You get a chuckle out of him when he catches you and the parrot in a game of chase.

Once the bird warms up to Barbatos, he chirps at Barbatos to get the treats he’s learned Barbatos usually has.

May make a toy for the bird, and even if your pet is typically picky about toys, he loves this handmade one.

Diavolo

He’s obsessed. He loves animals and he loves you so it’s all heart eyes for him.

He has Barbatos prepare treats for you and your parrot when you come to visit.

Adores your demonstration of tricks and claps at the end.

He asks if he can hold or pet your bird and of course you say yes. Your parrot’s reaction was to bite at the unknown fingers and Diavolo just laughs.

“He’s spunky, I like it!” 

For sure gets toys to try out for each time you visit and whether your parrot plays with the toys or not, he just enjoys the time spent with you two.