#starshine answers asks

[outcast-thingz]

How's season four going (:

So sorry for answering this so late... I paused watching and then watched up to episode 9 yesterday. Around every corner is some sort of second-hand embarrassment or things that made me seethe, or was sweet. It's just an emotional roller coaster.

[botanists-little-cookie]

1 2 4 and 13!!! for whichever f/o you want ^_^ @ghost--girlfriend

hiiii ty for the ask!! i'll answer for Asta, since i married her most recently!

1.) Who proposes? Where do they propose? What does the ring look like? Do they both have engagement rings?

Asta proposed! i wrote a fic about it, which i will also link here! i'm the only one with an engagement ring, it's a rose gold band with rubies and sapphires ^-^

2.) What theme are they going for? Outdoorsy? Tropical vacation? Maybe a club theme?

Kind of like an elegant-sort of wedding? i don't know how to word it, but think drapery and fancy clothes (and also sparkly shit lmao)

4.) What dessert do they choose? Cannolis? Ice cream sundaes? A classic cake? What flavour do they pick? Is there more than one dessert?

Probably a classic cake, but also with some cupcakes. the flavor would be likely be chocolate and/or strawberry :3

13.) Do they immediately leave for their honeymoon the day after, or do they push it to perhaps the week after to prepare and just live their life as a newly wed couple? Where is the honeymoon taking place? How long do they stay?

We don't really have much time for a honeymoon - Miya's always moving on the Express, while Asta is busy with her work as the Lead Researcher on the Herta space station. i think we probably wouldn't even really have a honeymoon, but neither of us much mind. if we did have a honeymoon, it'd probably be a 'staycation' sort of honeymoon lol

[laughingshadows]

whats ur top ten favorite fanfic tropes

Fan falls into Fandom - MC is originally from our universe with knowledge of the fandom-verse usually transported, reincarnated or just wakes up in a fandom universe and ends up fucking with the canon plot unintentionally or purposefully…I’ve seen one author even use the blues clues skidoo method. There’s no set tag, most authors either tag it under reincarnation or self insert or not at all. Which is irritating because there are reincarnation fics and self inserts that don’t have anything to do with the MC having fandom knowledge and that’s kinda the whole point😅

Cat-AstraFIC - Canon Characters get turned into cats (or any other animals, I’ve seen some become plushies too…like in a ‘my plushies come to life’ kinda way), are sent to our universe and wind up being taken in by fans. Usually one or more of the characters fall for the MC and they have to figure out a way to turn back to their normal forms and eventually find a way back to their original fandom universe (doesn’t actually have a set name as far as I know. Used to be really prevalent in the Naruto fandom. I remember a few in Katekyo Hitman Reborn, Bleach and Harry Potter but nowadays it’s practically nonexistent. Hard to even search for. It’s basically a reverse of the ‘fan falls into fandom’ trope. A play on catastrophic. Cat, Astra as in Astro Travel/Astral Travel, fic as in fanfiction.)

Time Travel Fix-Its

Unplanned Pregnancy

Power imbalances

Secret/Forbidden Relationships

Age Gaps

Family Drama

Secrets/Scandals Revealed

Court/Political drama

[mostcertainlynotcis]

YESS MY HERO ACADEMIA

OOUR BOYFRIEND DRAGGED US JN really similar way to how we got dragged into dc actually since via fanfic BUT ACTUALLY we've had some guys here for a really long time like aizawa and kasane and i who've been here ages but aizawa never showed up before and my?? Proxy got deleted??? BUT KASANE is still alive AND ALSO we found out a guy from SIX HEARS AGO its dabi WHICH IS FROM BEFORE WED EVERRRTR INTERACTED EITH BNHA IN ANY CAPACITY THE ONLY INFFO WE KENW ABOUT DABI WAS FROM PLAYONG MY HERO ONE'S JUSTICE WITH OUR SISTER Im going to shut up now

[emerysnonsense]

Hihihi sweet tea!!!!

A very not much happened day today

Drew some, did a good lot of chores, cuddled with cats, normal stuff

Probably gonna actually play Minecraft in a bit

Hopefully your day has been good!!!!!

Lotsssssssss of platonic love to you sweet tea!!!!!!

Love you loads!!!!(/platonic)

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hi starshine!

sometimes it's good to have a chill day where nothing really happens

should do chores as well at some point this week ^^'

anyways, yeah, yesterday I bought loads of books

was very nice

unfortunately my day ended on a not so nice note tho

have returned to the world of single people

I'm fine tho, don't worry

there was no drama or anything

feeling much better after a night of sleep

lots and lots and lots of platonic love to you starshine <33333333333333

hope you're taking care of yourself. eating, drinking water, getting enough sleep and all that

[auti-starshine]

Hiii I really like ur vibes and u seem super cool!! I just wanted to share lol have a nice day :D

Thank you so much!!! I really appreciate that :3

[mp0625]

chia ⇢ what’s an inside joke you have with someone else?

orchid ⇢ what’s a song you consider to be perfect?

papyrus ⇢ if you put your ‘on repeat’ playlist on shuffle, what’s the first song that comes up? what do you like about it / associate it with?

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Chia- Both me and my best friend have adhd and when call each other (which is almost every night) we tend to set off each other’s so we always say. ADHD go weeeeeee or I introduced last night  Weeeeèeeee

Orchid- Either Raiders March from Raiders of the Lost Ark or Take me home, Country Roads by John Denver

Papyrus- Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith, pretty good song but will get stuck in my head. I would associate it with being at my grandpa’s house in Florida sitting in his pool in the summertime and he either had old country playing or the Rays baseball game.

[dreamofstarlight]

3) do you leave the window open at night?

10) would you slaughter the rich?

21) something you’ve kept since childhood?

42) an app you frequently use besides this godforsaken site?

50) can i tag you in random stuff?

3) sometimes in the summer I do but it's not a habit

10) I would aid in the effort

21) a few stuffed animals but I only brought one to college with me the rest are in my bedroom closet at home

42) twitter or ig

50) yes ofc!

ask me things!

[outcast-thingz]

I need 24 & 69 for the Spotify wrapped game 💳💳💳

Dinero by Trinadad (24)

The Feels by TWICE (69)

[botanists-little-cookie]

🌟 for your insert's bond with Himeko and Welt! - @solitaireships

oh yay i love to talk about Miya and her parents!!

Miya is def closer to Welt than to Himeko, but she looks at both of them like parents. She's initially very closed-off upon boarding the Express, not really talking to anyone due to her troubled past. They also have an initial distrust of authority figures/people they perceive as authority figures, so that doesn't help in that regard.

Welt's the one who ends up growing close to it first, simply by being the fatherly sort of guy he generally is. It ends up essentially having a breakdown in his arms, after which it slowly starts to become a lot more open not only with him, but with the rest of the Express crew as well.

It's after that that she ends up really growing close to Himeko, who takes the opportunity to bond with Miya when it comes. She's very patient with him and his struggles to open up, which in turn does ultimately help him open up and trust more.

The thing is that Miya does actually desperately want companionship/a family, so the way they treat her works even better than they'd anticipated because it hit like all of the keys to get her to open up to them lol

[laughingshadows]

EXCUSE ME !! EXCUSE ME !!! WHAT IS IT LIKE BEING A WHORE?? TELL THE PEOPLE 🎤

Stressful…I don’t get paid enough

[bellatrixscurls]

𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝐢 / d.m & t.n.

cw ⇢ eventual smut (in another part). established relationship (theo and reader), italian pet names, talk of kinks (very brief), draco being draco, crying, female reader (has no specific eye, skin or hair colour), reader calling herself an idiot multiple times.

summary ⇢ y/n begins falling in love for draco, but her love for theo only seems to grow at the same time.

a/n ⇢ i loved writing this. please let me know if you have any suggestions and if you liked it, so i can know to write more parts. ♡

Draco Malfoy can be quite a lot sometimes.

Some days he just glares at anyone who dares walk past him, Merlin forbid they speak to him. Some days he’s a cocky bastard, making fun of everything and everyone.

Either way, things have to go his way.

Then why are you so drawn to him? It makes your head ache as you look for an answer. He is the epitome of rudeness, yet-

“Hello there, dolcezza” you freeze as your train of thought is interrupted by a deep, very familiar voice. Your boyfriend.

He sits beside you on the couch, spreading his arms on the back of it. He gives you a confused look, brows furrowing as you put your feather down, notebook long forgotten on the armchair.

“Hi” you say almost shyly. You cannot help the way Draco makes you feel, but you know that’s not fair to Theo. He’s an amazing boyfriend and he treats you so well all the time, even when he’s having a rough day. You just can’t help it.

He lights up a cigarette, taking a long drag off it and blowing it out of the corner of his mouth. Merlin, you could look at him all day long.

“You look troubled” he whispers sweetly, his free hand encircling your waist and pulling you to him, so gently like he didn’t even mean to touch you in the first place. “What’s wrong, amore?”

You sigh. How could you make it sound… even decent? How could you tell your boyfriend that you like someone else too. You could, but that would mean losing him, and quite frankly you don’t want to. It’s such a weird feeling, a feeling you’ve never experienced before.

So you choose the easy way out.

“Oh, it’s just… Slughorn’s given us some more work to do. Like the seven page essay on Dementors wasn’t enough.”

A lie.

Theo nods slowly, squeezing your waist just slightly. “What do potions have to do with Dementors?”

“Oh, just- just that-… See, nothing! That old man, I think it’s time he retires already. Don’t you?!”

And then there’s silence, and your stomach churns. You are such an idiot, and you sure do feel like one. Because who on Earth would lie to their perfect, sweet boyfriend?

“Okay… Can I just stay here, with you, until you finish it?” he asks and his voice is so soft that it has you melting. When you nod, he throws his head back on the sofa, looking up at the ceiling, looking like he’s deep in thought.

Merlin, you feel awful.

♡

The next morning, when you enter the Great Hall, all of your friends are already there. And Theo. And Draco.

They are sat across the table from your usual spot, laughing at something Draco’s said about Potter. Of course.

You sit down, quietly greeting Pansy, Blaise and an amused Mattheo who is eyeing you.

“Seems like someone had a rough night” he says, a wide smirk spreading across his face. “Good morning, starshine. The Earth says ‘hello!’”

But before you even get the chance to open your mouth and dismiss Mattheo, Theo notices your presence and he smiles a soft smile. “Are you feeling better, principessa?”

Your eyes meet his and it’s almost like it is the first time. You feel so deeply for this boy, the thought of possibly (most definitely) hurting him kills you.

“Much better, Teddy” your hand covers his on the table, trying your best to ignore Malfoy staring at you. “Thank you for asking.”

And it’s like you can see the light return to his eyes, his gorgeous eyes.

You all go back to your plates, making small talk about the day to come and the awful amount of work for next week. But you still feel uneasy.

When you look up, your eyes lock with Draco’s. He’s been staring. And you also realize that he’s been awfully quiet this whole time. Draco Malfoy - awfully quiet.

He averts his gaze after a few moments, poking at the food on his plate.

Okay, now that is weird.

♡

The walk back to the common room, from your last class of the day, is peaceful. You struggle to keep your legs functioning as you walk down the stairs to the dungeons.

You hear footsteps behind you, but you don’t mind them. It might be just another student, eager to get back to their dorm and sleep for eternity. And boy, are you wrong.

The footsteps become louder and louder as said person reaches you, and you tense visibly when they speak up. “He doesn’t believe you, you know that?”

You look down at your hands, fiddling with your bag, but Draco quickly snatches it from you, throwing it over his other shoulder. “You do” he notes, eyeing you intensely, an amused smile adorning his face. “Aren’t you just a cruel little thing, hm? Lying to him with no shame. Always knew you were.”

“He told you?” your voice is small as you keep walking, not daring to look at him just yet.

Draco huffs, quite literally side-eyeing you. “I’ve known that guy since we were four years old. That pout doesn’t hide much…. so, what are you hiding?”

He looks at you with those piercing grey eyes, and you swear that your breathing stops for a second.

“It’s nothing too important” you whisper and he comes to a stop, urging you to do the same, tall, handsome frame leaning against the door of the common room.

“You told him of your embarrassing first time with Davidson. He has your period cycle on his calendar” he says coolly and your eyes widen. You don’t know if you’re more shocked about the fact that Theo told Draco these things or that he has the nerve to admit to it right now.

He laughs and pokes your side. “Yeah. What did he call you? Mistr- Ouch!” you slap him across the face without a second thought, immediately regretting it.

You cover your mouth with your hand and Draco covers his now red cheek, rubbing the skin as the grin on his face widens.

“I’m so sorry, Draco-” “I liked it.”

You stay there, mouth agape, completely dumbfounded as you look up at him. “What?”

“Come on. Davidson calls you tons of names and you laugh about it, but I’m the weird one?” does he enjoy leaving you speechless.

You stumble over your words and with one last smirk, he turn to whisper the password, and you follow him inside.

There, Draco sees a tired Theo, sprawled on the sofa. The wheels in his head start turning, but you can’t help but feel bad when you see your boyfriend.

He moves to sit up, legs wide and hands twitching at his sides when he sees you.

“She told me what’s wrong, Theo” Draco approaches him, a hand on his shoulder as he lets go of your bag, placing it beside your boyfriend. Your eyes widen, what’s he trying to do?

He turns to look at you for a mere moment, that damn smirk still there. “You tell him, okay? He deserves to know, Y/n/n.”

Theo stands up, an almost shocked expression on his face. “What do you mean? What did she say? What did you say, amore?” he turns to you, eyes sweet and understanding, hands engulfing you almost completely, but his eyes still on yours.

“I’ll leave you two to talk” Draco pats Theo on the back, blowing you a kiss that goes unnoticed by his friend, who is still worriedly looking at you.

He walks up the stairs to their dorm and when the door closes, Theo hugs you tightly, holding you to his chest as he places hard kisses on top of your head. “Whatever it is, principessa. Whatever it is that you did or said, you don’t have to hide from me” your lip starts quivering when you hear him. His voice is shaking and desperate, he’s on the verge of breaking down, and all because you choose to be an idiot instead of being honest. “You can tell me. I won’t judge you- I- Merlin, I will help you hide the body-”

“Teddy” you say desperately, raising your head from his chest, looking into his teary eyes. He relaxes against you and you cup his face, keeping him as close as you can whilst still looking at him. “I- I think I like someone else too. Not just you, I mean… I love you, but there’s someone else too and I don’t know what to do… I’m so sorry.”

You can feel his arms loosen against you and your eyes close tightly, preparing yourself for the worse. Theo is a sweet, understanding boy, but not even he could take that.

You expect him to leave, to break up with you, but instead he sits down and pulls you to sit on his lap, his fingers gently caressing your arms. “Amore…”

“I know. I feel like an idiot. I am an idiot” you sob against his chest, your hands shaking as he holds them in his own, kissing from your knuckles to the tips.

“You’re not an idiot, bella. I might be one though” he chuckles halfheartedly and you look up at him, pouting slightly. He kisses it away and you try to chase his lips, but he speaks again. “I always knew you liked Draco. I just… thought you might like me a bit more.”

You choke on a sob, lifting your head from his chest as you look at him incredulously. “No, Teddy. I do! I don’t just like you, I love you. I want you in every way. I promise” your throw your hands around his neck, your vulnerability causing his breath to hitch. “I know it might seem like I’m lying but… I know I should’ve been honest with you. I guess I just wanted to push those feelings away.”

“I understand… I think” he nods slowly, his ever so gentle hands rubbing your back. “But I don’t want you to ignore those feelings, tesoro. I don’t want to ever be in your way.”

He’s so vulnerable, so gentle, so Theo.

It makes you wanna kiss him, and you do. You press your lips to his and his fingers tangle in your hair, holding you to him. When he finally pulls back, he rests his forehead against yours. “I’m yours, if you’ll have me.”

“You have me cornered, amorina” he rubs the tip of his nose against yours and your heart explodes with happiness.

Your feelings for the other boy haven’t vanished, but one thing you know for sure : you’ll never give up on what you and Theo have.

[emerysnonsense]

Hihi sweet tea!!

Hopefully your day has gone well and that school wasn’t tooo boring

Figuring out what to do rn

Might pull out a sketch book and draw traditionally, the idea of scritchy paper and pen sounds very appealing rn

Might also read if I find something that sounds good rn

Idk

Might hop on the server for a bit later but not sure

Idk guess we’ll see if I do any of those or not

Anywayyyy

Goodnight and sweet dreams sweet tea!!!!!!

Lotssssssss of platonic love to you sweet tea!!!!!

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hi starshine!

school went fine

glad to hear you feel like doing something again!

I wanna draw again so so badly too, but I have other stuff to do ;-;

reading is also a fun idea, I don't know how the weather is over where you are, but here it's perfect for sitting outside with a book

also, I saw what you built on the server! it looks so good! I like what you turned the cave into! very very pretty!!!

and the house too!

love it!!!

Idk if you've seen it yet, but arty has started building a tower near spawn! I like the design a lot

you both are so good at building!

I just dig a hole somewhere and that my base in most cases XD

anyways, I'm getting distracted

I'm supposed to actually do my chores

lots of platonic love to you starshine <33333333333333333333

I hope you have a wonderful day!

[auti-starshine]

i just wanna say hi!!!!!!

did you know that i know so many trans autistic guys with fibromyalgia/hEDS and POTS it's not even funny?

my pain specialist says they're stars often found in the same 'constellations' idk

-a trans autistic teen w fibromyalgia it/he :]

I know a ton of trans guys with these conditions too!! Not all of my friends with fibro/hEDS/POTS are t autistic too, but it’s very common. Nice to meet you!! :3

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗠𝗜𝗗𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗥𝗦 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨 - two mafia! charles leclerc x fem! reader ( angst ) series summary . . . after preparing your whole life to be married off to a mafia boss, you now have the difficult task of figuring out your new marriage and life, ensuring they don't turn out to be miserable.

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II, Good Morning Starshine . . . It’s hard to shake the feeling of stepping into a game where the rules are still unclear. The house is vast, echoing with unspoken histories, and each step feels like a quiet negotiation with the space( 1.4k words ) content warning . . . ( x )

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The sunlight filters through the curtains, spilling warm streaks of gold across the grand room. You blink against the light, sitting up slowly, only to glance down at the mess beside you. Charles lies sprawled on the bed, soft snores escaping his lips, his hair a wild mess against the pillow. The sight tugs at something soft inside you, and you almost smile before his hand darts out, wrapping lazily around your arm.

“Don’t,” he mutters, voice thick with sleep, pulling you back toward the warmth of his chest.

You pause, torn between staying and slipping away to explore. The pull of the house wins out. You gently try to pry his grip loose, only for him to groan in protest and tug you back again. He huffs, burying his face in your shoulder like it’s the most natural thing in the world. You can feel him take a long, deliberate inhale.

“Are you selling me?” You ask. The Monegasque simply answers with a nod in his sleepy stat, taking another deep wiff..

“Stop sniffing me, Charles,” you murmur, your voice low but amused. “I already smell like you, don’t make it weirder.”

His response is a half-awake grumble and a tightening of his grip. It’s only when his breathing slows again—deep, steady, unmistakably asleep—that you seize the chance to slip away.

The house is silent as you step into the hallway, pulling the robe around you more snugly. Each step echoes faintly in the vast space, the sheer size of it almost overwhelming. But you’re not just wandering aimlessly; no, this is reconnaissance. Every hidden security camera, every discreetly reinforced window, even the strange, too-perfect panel on the wall that might be a trap door—you catalog it all. A mental map starts forming, weak points and retreat routes tucked neatly into the back of your mind.

Your fingers trail lightly along the railing as you approach the grand staircase. A quick mental calculation tells you this would be a good spot to stage a diversion—or a disaster. You glance back down the hallway, your thoughts flickering to Charles. 

There’s a fine line between settling in and claiming territory, but you’ve never been one to play passive.

The sharp chime of the doorbell pulls you from your thoughts. You make your way to the grand double doors, tying the waist string of your robe as you go. When you open the door, you’re greeted by a few maid being ushered in by your younger brother. The women don’t waste anytime going into the kitchen to start on breakfast, leaving to give Kimi an empty look.

“You don’t miss me?” He asks, giving you his weirdly cheerful smiles.

“Not yet,” you sigh.

Breakfast is already spread out on the dining table when you join them. Charles sits at the head, his sharp eyes darting between you and Kimi, his confusion obvious but unspoken. You take the seat to Charles’s right, and Kimi settles beside you—not in front of you, which you note amused. Id he want to sit beside you, or keep away from Charles. The maids quietly move around the room, serving freshly baked bread and perfectly folded omelettes, the kind of luxury that still feels a little too much.

Midway through comseing the meal, Arthur makes his entrance. He strides in, his shirt slightly wrinkled, running a hand through his hair as he mumbles an apology. “Sorry for being late,” he says, taking the seat across from you, next to Charles.

The quiet tension in the room is almost amusing. You can feel Kimi glancing at you from the corner of his eye, his usual bluntness barely contained. Charles sips his coffee, looking like he’s waiting for a shoe to drop. 

When breakfast wraps up, Kimi stands to leave, ushering the maids out ahead of him. As he reaches the door, you catch him by the arm, pulling him aside. “We’ll talk soon,” you say softly, just loud enough for him to hear. “Don’t worry so much.”

“Are you sure you’re safe here?” His voice is low, edged with concern, his words aimed at you but not subtle enough to escape Charles’s notice.

You tilt your head, your fingers tapping the edge of your mug thoughtfully. “Kimi,” you start, your voice calm but firm, “I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. And you—you need to focus on our family’s future. One of us has to be there.”

He doesn’t respond right away. Instead, his jaw tightens. You know he wants to argue, to remind you of all the reasons he doesn’t trust this arrangement. But he couldn’t do anything.

He looks at you for a moment, his expression unreadable, before nodding.

You watch him from a few steps away, arms crossed loosely over your chest, a small smirk tugging at your lips. He’s so polite, your little brother. Too polite for this world. But as the last of the maids begins to step out, you catch sight of Mary. She’s younger, probably around Kimi’s age, with wide eyes that dart between you and the exit like she’s afraid she’s forgotten something important.

“Mary,” you call, your voice steady but not harsh. She freezes mid-step, turning back to you.

“Yes, Madame?”

“You always wanted to live in Monaco, didn’t you?” You wave her over casually, as though you hadn’t just thrown her entire morning into question.

Her cheeks flush pink, and her lips part in surprise. She nods quickly, her hands fidgeting with the hem of her apron. “Yes, Madame.”

You tilt your head toward your side. “Stay.”

Mary’s eyes flick to Kimi for a moment, as if asking for permission, but he just shrugs with an easygoing grin. “Looks like you’ve got a new boss, Mary,” he jokes lightly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his jacket.

Mary nods again, the nervousness on her face shifting into something closer to excitement. She takes a few steps back toward you, standing quietly at your side, as though waiting for her next instruction.

After breakfast, the air in the room shifts—less familial, more businesslike. Charles leads you to the sitting room, where Arthur waits, hands clasped behind his back, his blondish hair catching the sunlight streaming through the tall windows. He looks every inch the younger version of his brother, though there’s a calmness in his demeanor that Charles’s sharper edges lack.

Charles doesn’t bother with small talk. “Arthur will be your right hand in every operation,” he says, his tone leaving no room for debate. “If there’s something you need to know, he’ll provide it. And if there’s a decision to be made, he’ll be by your side.”

Arthur nods once, his gaze settling on you with quiet amusement, though it’s clear he’s sizing you up. You meet his steady stare with one of your own, calm and unflinching. You’ve been through enough to know this moment isn’t about him—it’s about you.

“I look forward to seeing what you bring to the table, Arthur,” you say, your tone measured, yet carrying the weight of someone who’s already decided she belongs here.

Arthur’s lips twitch into the faintest hint of a smile, and he inclines his head slightly. “Likewise,” he replies, his voice as smooth and even as his demeanor.

Charles watches the exchange with a tight smile, pleased with the unspoken agreement between the two of you. His confidence in your ability to step into this role is as unshakable as the foundation of the villa itself, and the weight of it presses down on you just a little. But you don’t let it show.

As Charles moves to take his leave, Arthur shifts slightly, his stance still relaxed but more personal now. “So,” he starts, his voice light yet curious, “any idea what you’ll do today?”

Your gaze sweeps the room, landing on the grand yet cluttered surroundings. A house this big carries more than just history—it carries the weight of someone else’s preferences, someone else’s life. That wouldn’t do. You gesture vaguely around you. “This place needs to be cleaned up. A fresh start.”

Arthur follows your line of sight, nodding in agreement. “Makes sense. I’ll hang around,” he says easily, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Call for me if you need anything.”

There’s no condescension in his tone, no questioning of your authority, just a simple, straightforward offer. It’s almost refreshing.

“Don’t go too far,” you reply, half a warning, half a tease.

Arthur smirks, giving you a small salute before stepping back, leaving you to start shaping the villa—and your role in this world—on your terms.

[littlelambscandyland]

Hide 'n Seek

Yandere!Cg!Tenth Doctor x Little!Reader, Yandere!Cg!Eleventh Doctor x Little!Reader

Notes- I just started watching Doctor Who and writing for it so please let me know how I did on their characterization.

Warnings- Implied Forced Regression that Turned into Actual Regression, Brief Mentioned Past Punishments, Anxiety, The Doctors Feel a bit of Regret

"Where in the world is that little creature?" You heard the Eleventh Doctor ask with a light and airy voice.

"Perhaps under... Here!" You hear the Tenth Doctor shout not too far from your hiding spot, voice also light and filled with excitement.

You can't help but giggle out loud before clasping your hand over your mouth. Why did you do that? This is a horrifying situation why would you laugh at this? Stupid, stupid. They're going to be so mad you hid.

"Oh! Did you hear that." Ten asks the other Doctor. "It sounds like our little love is over here..." He trailed off as his voice got closer.

You could hear your heart hammering in your chest. A metronome of your own anxiety. You didn't originally plan on hiding from them, but you heard Eleven call for you, and maybe you were reading into it but you swore he sounded angry. You didn't know what you did wrong, but you've been on the receiving end of their disappointment, anger, and discipline one too many times for you to just let it happen again.

"Little Star, where, oh where, are you?" You hear Eleven singsong.

The shelf bends under a newfound weight. You look up to find a grinning Ten. You shout and gasp before trying to crawl deeper under the shelves. Despite the panic in your chest you giggle a bit when the Doctor pulls you back out.

"Look what I found!" Ten shouts holding you out to Eleven.

You wriggle in his grip. Knowing better than to try and fight his grip you attempt, instead, to turn in his hold, latch your legs around his waist, and your arms around his neck. He allows your personal reprieve and sits you on his hip.

"Now, why was our Star hiding?" Eleven asks walking towards the two of you.

Instead of answering you bury your head in Tens side. A pitiful attempt at hiding again. While Ten laughs at your action Eleven only steps closer. This version of the Doctor acting more as the strict one than the ladder did.

"Well? Come on now, you can tell your papa's, can't you?" Eleven urges, sweetly.

You whisper and mumble into the other Doctors side hoping they would pretend to hear you and let it be

Ten looks at you with a dramatized confusion. "What was that, little love?"

You sigh shakily. "Sounded angry..."

A pout crosses your lips and the slight playful air both men had slowly dies.

"Who sounded angry?" Ten asks with worry.

"Papa!" The whine comes out louder than you meant it to.

"Starshine, neither of us were angry. What do you mean?" Eleven continues to question.

"You yelled..." You say with tears in your eyes.

"Oh, Darling!" Ten squeezes you. "We were just wondering where you were." He laughs nuzzling his nose into the side of your head.

"No one was angry, most certainly not with you." Eleven reassures, coming over and placing his hand on your cheek.

You push your head into his hand. "Not mad." You nod in understanding.

"No, not mad at all." Eleven claims.

"And here we thought you just wanted to play hide and seek." Ten says softly with a hint of sorrow in his voice.

"We play hide 'n seek?" You asked slipping a bit further than you had been when you first hid.

A smile lights on both the Doctors faces.

"Of course, dear!" Eleven agrees.

"Here we are." Ten says as he puts you down on the floor. "You hide first, yes?" He asks bending down to your eye level.

You nod happily at the man, bouncing slightly on your feet.

"Well then off you go, you have 60 seconds!" Eleven tells you with a big smile.

A giggle leaves your mouth as you bolt out the door and down the hall.

"Perhaps we should lay back on all those punishments." Ten mentions without his eyes leaving the door.

"Most certainly." Eleven agrees with hard eyes.