#they were in 7th before. both are good but they should mix it up a bit

[nervousmonolith]

i think mcc nees to go back to having slightly unbalanced teams again. but i also like when any team can win because both are intense

[bitchyycapricorn]

Warm Tea For The Ill

•Remus Lupin x Established Relationship Fem!Reader•

Masterlist

Word Count: 3k+

Synopsis: You and Remus tell the others you’re feeling ill on a nice day in order to get some down time. Sirius is worried about you both and just wants to make sure you’re ok.

Background: Y/N’s animagus is a bunny, hence the nickname “bunny” and her marauder nickname is “Thumper”. Takes place during 7th year (though not specifically mentioned).

Warnings: Smut, oral (f receiving), face riding (f), unprotected sex, slight dom!Remus, caught having sex, praise kink, fluff

AN:Not edited also my story is deleting parts and glitching out soooo…

“Shhh,” Remus hushed you with a small laugh, holding open the door to the boys dormitory so you could slip inside. Both you and Remus had decided to play ill today in order to get some alone time while everyone else was out at the Black Lake. Knowing the boys and their love for trouble mixed with water, your time together should go completely undisturbed. Normally alone time between you and Remus looked like reading a book together while snuggled up on his bed since the chances of someone busting down the door was so high. The fact that everyone was a good ways away and completely distracted from coming back to bother you and Remus gave you butterflies. 

You shuffled into Remus’s room making your way over to his bed, which sat to the right of the room and closest to the door, as Remus quickly shut the door. The thought of being alone with you overtook Remus’s mind causing him to completely forget to lock the door behind him in the process. Letting out a sigh of relief, Remus was quick to make his way behind you so he could press his body against yours. His face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his lips left soft wet kisses against your exposed skin.

“It feels like bloody forever since we’ve been alone together bunny,” Remus cooed. A soft moan escaped your lips at the feeling, making him smile against your skin. “You smell so good darling, hell you look beyond good. Has me wondering if you taste as good as you look.” He murmured between the kisses he was planting on your shoulder.

“Remus, we’ve been alone together for less than five minutes and you’re already talking about shagging me.” You jokingly scolded whilst bringing your hand up to cup his jaw on the side he was kissing your shoulder.

“I can’t help it,” Remus whined. “You look so bloody gorgeous in my sweater.” His head turned slightly so he could kiss your palm while he spoke. He muttered a few soft praises into your hand before finally shuffling you both forward and onto the bed. 

The light yet inescapable nudges caused you to tumble forward onto Remus’s soft sheets and let out a small “numph” as your stomach made impact with the mattress. Remus let out a small laugh and helped to turn you around onto your back, You let out a huff as you scooted up to lean against the bed’s headboard. “That was mean,” you laugh as Remus begins to crawl over to your sitting figure. His much taller frame looms over yours despite him being on all fours in front of you.

“I just want to cuddle you up and kiss you until your lips are swollen. That’s kinda hard when you’re standing up Y/N.” He laughed as he pressed a kiss against your lips. You could both taste and smell the dark chocolate that lingered on his lips from earlier. Along with the faint scent of old books and morning dew radiating off the rest of his body. You smiled at the smell thinking back to the few times you’d smelled amortentia. It always smelled like Remus, and occasionally, if you were lucky, it sometimes gave off the aroma of Remus’s hair after he showered. 

Remus was also enjoying the sweet scent that radiated off your warm body. Your natural smell of (…), (…), and (…) were a reminder that he really did have someone in this world. For Remus, amortentia was a bittersweet topic and memory. Though it aided him in the reminder of you and all your beauty it was also a reminder of the way his father forced him to smell it at the mere age of five in hopes of confirming Remus still had someone out there for him. Which Remus thought now was silly, since that simply was not how amortentia worked. 

Your hands grasping the bottom of Remus’s sweater are what pulled him from his thoughts and back into your overwhelmingly calming presence. You had a sort of warmth to you that constantly kept Remus grounded no matter what memory crept into his mind. It was the way your warm lips were pressing into his neck and causing him to moan and whimper that reminded him he was right where he was supposed to be. 

Your hands continued to tug at Remus’s sweater until it was over his head and on the ground. The new sensation of cold air against Remus’s skin caused him to shiver. He was now hyper aware of the contrast between the temperature of the room and your burning hands as they traced over the many scars that littered his back and chest. A scratchy moan left his throat as you traced your index finger down the length of his stomach scar and towards the waistband of his black uniform pants.

“You’re always so eager to take care of me bunny, why don’t I take care of you for a bit?” Remus hummed as you toyed with his waistband. 

You pulled away from his neck to look into his pretty brown eyes. “Rem,” you began, fidgeting nervously at the thought. “I would really like that, but I don’t want you to feel like this isn’t about you too.” 

Remus chuckled under his breath, raising his hand to your face so he could brush the fallen strands of hair out of your eye. “I get more pleasure than I think you realize when I’m buried between your thighs.” His lips connected with yours for a moment before continuing, “I get high off the feeling of your legs thrown over my shoulders as they squeeze around my head everytime I touch the right place….” Another kiss. “I love it when you hover over my face and allow yourself to fuck my tongue at the pace that feels best for you little bunny.” His lips were so soft against yours. “It makes me so bloody hard to feel your body trembling.” His voice was seductively sweet as he spoke against your lips, something he did when he was feeling confident. 

His words made your body weak and your mind malfunction, only allowing a small “please,” to escape your lips. It was now Remus’s turn to attack your neck with wet kisses and light red bite marks which almost certainly would leave small purple bruises on your soft skin. You knew that Remus thoroughly enjoyed marking you up as the full moon approached, but you also knew that was at least a week and a half away leaving him in a limbo between having sweet passionate sex, and having rough scandalous sex. 

Remus’s hands danced at the hem of your top signaling that it was now your turn to remove your, well Remus’s, sweater. Instinctively, you raised your arms so Remus could tug the soft material up your torso and over your head. “I have a feeling I’m never getting this sweater back,” Remus teases, sitting up and examining the maroon material in his hand. 

“You can have it back for a little while, but only so it will smell like you again. Then you have to return it,” You tease back, taking the shirt from him. 

“Return? Love, that’s my jumper,” Remus shook his head as he laughed. He took the material back from you but only to toss it to the side. “Not that it matters though darling. I don’t want either of us wearing it right now anyways.” A small giggle escaped your lips at his words making him smile even wider than he was before. He brought his hand up to your right cheek, stroking your jaw with his thumb. “Lay down and relax for me pretty girl,” Remus mumbled as he captured your lips between his own. 

“I can’t lay down if you keep snogging me,” You hum, pulling breathlessly away from the kiss. A small pout settled in on Remus’s face as he shuffled backwards so he could pull you by your legs into a lying position. A gasp left your mouth as your head made contact with his pillow. A smirk played at Remus’s lips while his eyes racked up and down your partially exposed body. 

“This has ought to go,” Remus murmured as his hands found their way to the zipper of your skirt, slowly pulling it off your flushed body. He let out a groan of relief as the skirt slipped past your foot and onto the floor, enjoying the sight of you in just your bra and panties. “These especially have to go,” his voice quivered slightly as he feverishly reached behind your back to unhook your bra. The bulge in his pants becoming increasingly more tight at the sight of your exposed tits.

Remus let out another throaty groan as he positioned himself between your legs so his upper body was hovering over yours. His head dipped down to pick up where he left off earlier, trailing hot kisses down your neck and towards your swollen breast. You let out a few whimpers as Remus’s lips danced across your now exposed chest. His right hand began to roam up and down the curve of your waist while he used the other to prop himself up. His fingers traced patterns onto your skin, dipping between your thighs occasionally before pulling back out to travel up your stomach. 

His lips grazed the swell of your breast making you moan. You could feel him smile against your skin before he used his tongue to slowly circle the skin around your nipple. The sensation pulled a small gasp from your lips as you pushed your chest upwards involuntarily. 

You let out a whine as you grasped Remus’s hair. “Remus please,” you begged. His tongue grazed the underside of your nipple before he took the hard bud between his lips, slowly sucking on the bundle of nerves as you pushed his face deeper into your tit. The feeling of his mouth on you sent shocks of pleasure coursing through your body like an electric shock. You allowed yourself to absorb the waves of pleasure while also focusing on the way his finger tips danced across your lower abdomen. His mouth would occasionally switch between nipples, always leaving a train of kisses in the switching process. Your hands stayed messily tangled in his hair, helping guide his head to the place you wanted him.

Soon you found yourself lightly pushing his head downwards. Desperately wanting to feel his mouth where you needed him most. Remus was quick to pick up on this, since he redirected his trail of kisses down your stomach. Occasionally he would pause to bite the tender flesh before placing a gentle kiss over the damage. His hot trail of kisses was messy, but led where it needed to. Remus’s lips now hovered over the soft fabric covering your lower half. His head dipping downwards so he can place a kiss at the lining of your underwear, before taking it between his teeth. He pulls forward again slightly while snaking his hands under your ass to help lift your hips. His upper body pulls backwards in the process, allowing for him to edge the soft fabric down your thighs and off your legs. 

“I might just have to keep these,” Remus smirked as he held up your panties before tossing them to the floor with the rest of your clothes. His hands slowly traveled back down your body and to your waist so he could help sit you up. You eyed him curiously at the motion, but he only gave you a sly smile in response. He lowered himself onto his back beside you before grabbing your hips once again so he could pull your body over his. He minivered you both so your knees were placed on both sides of his head. His arms coming from behind to wrap around your thighs. 

Remus helped ease you down so your heat hovered just above his face. “Come on bunny,” he cooed. “Ride my face.” You let out a soft moan as you fully lowered yourself onto his tongue, jutting your hips forward at the sensation of his tongue on your clit. You circled your hips slowly, a warm tingly feeling began to bubble up in your stomach as you did so. 

Remus’s grip tightened on your thigh as he helped guide your body forward and then backwards again. He reveled in the feeling of your wet heat as it slid up and down his tongue. He soaked up the feeling of your thighs trembling around his head, squeezing together each time he pressed his tongue flat against your clit. He pulled your body in closer, burying his face as deep in you as he possibly could. Small whimpers and long moans tumbled from your swollen lips as you grinded into your boyfriend's face. 

Within minutes your clit was becoming more and more sensitive as Remus drew circles around the nerve bundle with his tongue. The sensation makes you tremble as you feel yourself growing closer to your high by the second. 

Remus takes advantage of your closeness by slowly moving his hands up your thighs and to your hips. His hands lingered on your hips for a moment before drawing back and harshly grabbing your ass with a loud smack. Your body jutted forward at the sudden impact, the sensation of the slap flooding your senses making you gasp. Remus’s name began repeatedly spewing from your lips as the coil in your stomach snapped. A flood of relief and pleasure washed over your shanking figure as Remus helped you ride out your high from below. 

Exhaustion took over moments later causing you to fall back to Remus’s side once more. A shiver ran through your body as the heat your body had just been previously generating began to subside. Remus lifted his covers up and over both your naked bodies to help warm you up again. You rolled onto your side, facing the door, while Remus cuddled up into your backside. His arm snaked around your waist while he pushed his hips into yours. 

You arched your back with a soft moan at the feeling of his erection being pressed up against your ass. Remus leaned over you slightly so he could pepper kisses against the top of your shoulder and down your arm as he helped you grind yourself into him. “You want me to fuck you from behind bunny?” He moaned, biting into your shoulder softly.

“Y-yes please,” You whimpered, still slightly drowsy from your orgasm. Remus hummed at your response, removing his hand from your waist so he could line himself up at your entrance. He slowly ran the tip of his cock between your fold making you both shiver. Teasingly, he pushed his tip into you, before pulling out again slowly. You let out a small whine wanting Remus to fill you up already. “Remus…please,” you whimpered. 

“So needy,” Remus snickered before fully pushing into you. You let out a soft cry of relief at the feeling, circling your hips into his. Remus began thrusting into you slowly, wanting to take in the feeling of you around his cock for as long as he possibly could. His hands traveled up and down your body, traveling upwards so he could squeeze your tit occasionally. “Ah fuck Y/N,” Remus groaned as he began to pick up speed. “Look at you taking my cock so well.” His words made your body tremble, as soft moans spilled from your lips. Remus kissed his way up your neck and to your ear so he could whisper soft praises to you while he fucked into you mercilessly. 

You could feel his cock buried deep in you, sliding in and out of your dripping heat. Your ass bouncing everytime his hips snapped into yours. Your legs shaking violently at the feeling of his cock rubbing against your g-spot. Your breathing was heavy and so was Remus’s. His stomach muscles flexed with each thrust into you. His shakey moans and low groans told you he was enjoying every inch of your body. 

Remus could feel himself nearing closer to his high at the exact moment the handle to the door began to jiggle. Both you and Remus froze, pulling the covers up and over your shoulders to hide the fact you weren’t wearing anything. Your clothes were on the opposite side of the bed to the door, meaning if one of the boys just popped in they wouldn’t see. 

The door creaked open slightly revealing a blob of messy black hair. Sirius poked his head in to look at what he believed to be “sick” Y/N and Remus. “Hey, I just wanted to check on you guys,” Sirius said with a small sympathetic smile. 

“We’re doing alright, thanks Sir-“ you let out a small groan at the feeling of Remus thrusting out and then back into you lightly. 

“You both look bloody awful,” Sirius chuckled, scanning your red sweaty faces. “You both look like you’ve got a fever, do you need to go to the infirmary?” Remus thrusted into you again, causing yet another gasp to escape your lips, which you tried to cover up with a small cough. 

“We’re alright mate, just a bit under the weather. Our naps been helping though,” Remus replied, offering Sirius a smile. He had begun to pick up a steady pace now, thrusting in and out of you slowly. Your breathing picked up slightly, as you tried to keep down your noise level. 

“You alright Y/N?” Sirius asked, eyeing your shaky figure. 

“Y-yeah just a bit..ugh” you cut yourself off with a moan, feeling Remus’s fingers suddenly drawing small circled on your clit. “Fuck, sorry..I-um, I just have..have the j-jitters.” You huffed out, feeling a knot building up in your stomach for the second time that day. Waves of pleasure continue to course through your body as Remus keeps up his steady thrusts. 

“Do you want me to bring you a warm cup of tea from the hall?” Sirius asked as he observed the way your body was shaking slightly. You both made eye contact for a moment before you were forced to screw them shut at the feeling of your orgasm hitting you. You could feel your thighs squeeze together around Remus’s hand as he continued to lightly rub your clit through your high. You let out a few soft moans, before finally collecting yourself enough to meet Sirius' eyes again. 

It didn’t last long, since you could feel Remus begin to twitch inside you. His cock slowly draws out of you, before harshly pushing back in a few more times. Each thrust got harder and sloppier before the feeling of Remus filling you up with cum overtook your senses. Your eyes fluttered closed again as you let out another soft moan.

“Y/N…I’m going to go grab you some tea….Just stay right there…” Sirius' face turned from one of concern to sheer worry, genuinely believing that you were extremely sick. 

“T-Thank you p-padfoot,” You groaned as Remus pulled out of you. His cum dripped out of you and down the back of your thighs in the process. Sirius shut the door quickly and you could hear him scurry down the hall. “Remus what the actual fuck.” You sighed after a brief moment.

“Mmmm, did you enjoy that Bunny, because I sure did.” You could hear the smirk in his voice. You let out another soft moan as you sat up. “Oh bunny,” Remus chuckled, “I love you.” He sat up as well, eyeing the clothes on the floor. “Let’s get dressed, and then we can run a bath for us in the Prefects bathroom hmm? We can use the one no one ever goes into.” 

You nodded quickly in agreement, allowing Remus to help dress you. As if on cue to you both being somewhat presentable, Sirius burst through the door once again holding a cup of tea. You thanked him profusely, taking the cup from his hand. 

“I’m going to take Y/N to grab a warm bath,” Remus told Sirius while taking your hand in his.

“That will probably help, feel better Thumper.” Sirius said ruffling your hair. 

“Thanks Pads,” You smiled, giving him a small hug. 

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Remus walks with you hand and hand down the corridors as you both make your way to the much more secluded Perfect bathroom. Due to the absurd location, you and Remus were truly the only two people to use the bathroom. You thoroughly believed that you both were the only ones to know about it in fact. And so, when you arrived at the entrance and pulled the doors open, neither of you were surprised that it was empty. 

Sneaking in quickly, Remus closed the door behind the both of you as you began peeling off your clothes. As your robes dropped from your body you observed the purple bruises beginning to form on your skin in the mirror. Remus shuffled behind you, followed by the sound of running water from the bath. Your eyes wandered across the mirror and  over to where he stood in front of the tub, admiring his every move. You watched as he slipped off his sweater, followed by his pants. The way his skin seemed to glow under the bathroom lights. Remus met your gaze, giving you a bright smile as he approached your naked figure. His arms engulfed you from behind, dangling loosely around your waist. 

He began pressing soft kisses to the top of your shoulder as you let out a sigh of relief. You were in desperate need of some after care after being interrupted by Sirius, and you knew the moment his lips made contact with your skin you would receive it. You also knew this was the perfect opportunity to take care of Remus as well, one of your favorite things to do. 

“Rem..the water is done, we have to go turn it off.” You hummed as you wiggled out of his grip to go turn the faucet off. Remus was quick to follow you, stepping into the tub before offering you his hand so he could help you get in. “The you,” you giggled, taking Remus’s hand so you could both sit down and enjoy the warm water. You allowed the feeling to engulf you as your back laid pressed against Remus’s chest. 

He was slowly scooping water over your head to wet your hair. Once he fould it to be sufficiently wet he began lathering his hands with shampoo. He slowly ran his hands through your hair, massaging your scalp slowly. 

You hummed at the feeling, hoping he would never stop. You knew this was where you wanted to be forever, “I love you Remus,” you whispered softly. 

“Oh darling,” Remus sighed, “I love you.”

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[soupwoopsage]

I’d Love Nothing More

pairing: sebastian sallow x reader

summary: it’s the beginning of your 7th year, your final year at hogwarts and the future starts to seem a bit scary. you and sebastian have a talk about your feelings that leads to a little something more

warnings: fluff :)

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“sebastian! there you are!” you say excitedly seeing your best friend walking out of the defense against the dark arts tower

“there you are y/n” he says back with a small smile “did you need me for something?”

“i was going to ask you how you fared in your first day of classes” you said walking right up to the curly headed man

“not bad, and you?”

“pretty boring” you giggle while grabbing his hand

“come with me, i found us a good table in the library to look at our schedules together. Ominis should be meeting us there” you say guiding him towards the library

as you were walking up the spiral staircase inside the library, towards your designated table you realize that you are still holding sebastian’s hand…and you have been for the entire walk there…

you blush slightly and let go of his hand “i didn’t realize i was still holding your hand, sorry…” you apologize

“i didn’t mind at all” he says giving you a smirk

you look at him with a shy smile and go to put your bag onto the table

“i wonder when ominis is going to get here…” you say wondering where the blonde haired boy may be

“what, is my company not enough?” sebastian asks while ploping himself down on a seat

“your company is more than enough, trust me” you say sitting right next to him

“oh is it now? i’ll be sure to keep that in mind” he says, leaning back into the chair with his arms behind his head

you and sebastian have had an unspoken connection ever since you first arrived your fifth year. After all that has happened with Ranrok, professor Fig, and Anne, it didn’t seem appropriate for you two to start a relationship right away. You were both going through a loss and many mixed emotions to even realize that you two wanted to be together. It took about all of your sixth year together to fully heal from some wounds, with the help of ominis of course. The three of you were practically inseparable but there was always something between you and sebastian that just hasn’t been brought up yet.

You always had the thought of bringing it up whenever you two were together, and now that it’s your final year you want nothing more than to talk about your feelings with him.

It’s hard to tell how he feels about the situation, one moment he is flirting with you until your ears turn completely red and the next moment it’s “you are my best friend” and nothing more…

you look at sebastian and study his features

he’s leaning back on the chair with his eyes closed, sighing dramatically and rocking slightly back and fourth on his foot. you watch him lovingly, not realizing you are hardcore staring at him and yeah, he definitely feels the burning of your eyes.

“like what you see?” he asks before opening his eyes and catching you in the act

you turn away quickly and cough awkwardly

“oh come on I’m just teasing” he says putting his chair fully on the ground, leaning towards you

“i like that you stare at me. makes me feel worth looking at” he admits, smiling at you

you turn back to him, coming face to face with his brown eyes

“maybe i do like what i see” you say boldly, keeping your focus on his eyes

now he’s the one that feels shy, his cheeks getting hot as he stares into your eyes

“what am I going to do without you? surely we are to end up in the same place after hogwarts, right?” he says in a serious tone

you shake your head and look down at your bag “you don’t mean that, i can see you and ominis going somewhere together but-“

“i’m serious y/n, i don’t think i want to ever be apart from you” he admits still looking at you

you move your face back towards him again and shake your head no

“sebastian i don’t think you are serious” you say, not believing what he is telling you

“why would i lie to you y/n? when have i ever lied to you about my feelings” he continues

it was true, after these past few years the two of you have told each other everything. sebastian has never lied to you and has always been there to listen to you as well. It was pretty obvious to everyone around you that there is something there, the two of you just haven’t admitted it yet.

he wants to be where I am?

“and what exactly are your feelings?” you ask, readying yourself to have the conversation. it’s been a long time coming and you felt as if you wanted to pour your heart out right then and there

“my feelings? i feel like you already know…” he trails off

“but i want to hear it from you” you press, now looking at him intently

“well i know i want to be where you are, especially after we finish our final exams from here. I just know that i need to be where you are so i know you’re safe”

he rambles on, now looking down at the table

“i know it’s taken a long time to say anything but, it’s just been so hard with everything that has happened. If you want me to admit my feelings to you now then I will. I want to be with you y/n” he admits, still looking down at the table

“i’ve been waiting for long to hear that” you say, moving your hand towards his, grabbing it into your own

“sebastian i have felt something inside of me for so long, and i never knew when it would be the right time to say it but i feel like i don’t ever want to leave your side either. we have been through so much together and i just know that wherever you are, i want to be as well. but not just as your friend sebastian, as more” you admit, staring at your hands intertwining together

“this has turned into quite the serious conversation” he says jokingly, smiling at you

you look up at him and roll your eyes in a playful manner

“i dont think ominis is showing up any time soon” sebastian points out looking around you two “will you come with me?” he asks, tugging at your hands

“of course, where are we going?” you ask as he pulls you out of your chair

“somewhere away from peering eyes” he says guiding you out of the library and in the direction of the undercroft

you blush as he holds your hand through the halls, getting glances from other students standing around

he stands confident and even greets some friends, tugging you gently behind him. it made you feel good that he wasn’t trying to hide the two of you from everyone else

he guides you to the front of the undercroft and gains access for the both of you to walk in

“sebastian why are we coming here?” you ask, confused why he had to take you away from the library

“so i could do this” he says stopping in his tracks, turning around quickly and pushing you gently on the wall behind you

you close your eyes quickly, instantly understanding what was about to happen as soon as he had you against the wall

you feel his mouth hovering over your lips which has you screaming for him to hurry up inside of your head

“is this what you want y/n?” he asks in a low tone, still hovering over your lips

“more than anything” you admit in a whisper

finally you feel his lips, crashing into your passionately. you never felt such heat rise up to your face like that, but oh was it incredible.

there was so much passion and love radiating off you both, it was almost suffocating how amazing you felt in that moment.

soon he pulls away slowly, staring into your eyes breathlessly

“that’s what i wanted too” he says, still inches away from your face

you smile up at him, noticing that your hands made their way up to his hair where they were interlocked with his curls

“sebastian? y/n?” you hear ominis’ voice call out to you two and you both quickly pull away out of shock

“we are right here!” you say out loud to him, helping him guide himself over to you

“i searched for you two in the library” he says walking up to the both of you

“sorry we thought you weren’t coming, so we came down here” you say to him, walking a little closer

“so you come down here to do unspeakable things to each other?” ominis says with a slight grin

“wha-“ you look at him in shock

sebastian let’s out a laugh and walks towards you, putting his arm around your shoulder holding you close

“not that we were doing anything ‘unspeakable’ ominis, but i think i’m allowed to kiss my girlfriend when i want” he says with a smirk

“oh do spare me the details i really don’t want to know” ominis says turning around

“let’s go back to the library we still have things to do” he says walking towards the exit

“girlfriend huh?” you say looking up at sebastian

“if that’s alright with you” he says walking forward with you still under his arm

“i’d love nothing more” you say giving him a quick peck on the cheek as the two of you walk out of the undercroft

[satorkiees]

broadcasting team *ੈ✩‧₊˚

synopsis- when reo joins the broadcasting team, it's a hassle but as time as go on, maybe feelings change?

content: angst if you squint, mostly fluff, not proofread, idiots in love

wc: 2.7k

due to your part-time occupation as the school’s sports and general broadcaster, you were quite popular in hakuho high school. although people outside of your school questioned why you even needed a broadcaster, you weren’t awfully surprised because the whole nature of your school was grand in every way.

hakuho high school was a testament to all of the alumni that came before it, filled with businessmen and nobility alike. kids from all over came to your school for the high-tech facilities and the grandiose experience: sprawling sport complexes filled throughout the school within the multiple buildings such as; swimming, fencing and volleyball which all had their own niche of adoring fans. currently, you were the only general broadcaster along with your newly-made acquaintance reo.

not only a force of nature but a loud bundle of energy. his whole demeanour exuded confidence and extroversion meaning his general announcements often elicited giggles and laughs from his quick wit and charm. a pleasure to work with you thought but honestly a tad overwhelming. your reserved nature may seem unfitting for your job to some, however it ended up working quite well - a calm, collected way to often start off the school’s morning with general announcements and upcoming events.

though, that was all sent haywire when reo joined.

“good morning hakuho high! it’s june 7th today and make sure to keep yourselves safe for the upcoming holiday weekend.”

“don’t do anything we wouldn’t do!” reo chimed in, smugness evident on his face from his lame joke.

“of course. that’s all from us today. have an amazing day hakuho high.” you ended the broadcast with a deep sigh.

for the 3rd time this week, you begged your club leader to separate the both of you in broadcasts but they refused simply saying “audience retention is at an all time high” despite the broadcasting being aired to the whole school regardless. giving up, you went back to the table to clear up your water bottle and notes for your next class when you felt a tap on your shoulder.

“i can’t believe you don’t want to work with me.” faux-hurt evident in his voice as he held his hand up to his heart. you rolled your eyes.

“it’s nothing personal, i’ve just been doing it by myself for so long,” you said, gathering the last of your stuff “plus your jokes suck.”

dramatically, reo clutches his hands over his stomach mimicking a great wound. “your words cut so deep.” 

“goodbye reo.” you turn on your heel. though unimpressed, a slight smile tugged on your lips.

after a rough start as partners, the both of you both got into the flow of working with one another. a playful energy in the studio and slowly his extroversion ( and unfunny jokes ) had begun to wear off on you. he was glad. something about how your laughter orchestrated a symphony of sound between the two of you, a composition of giggles with an eruption of cackles mixed in warmed his heart and it was something he was glad he was able to share with you. due to both of your guys’ likeability, your club leader insisted that the team should “expand its target audience” by adding a podcast starring mainly the two of you as the “audience wanted more”. 

however, despite the extra time both of you shared together, it began to feel like not enough. though time slowed down in reo’s presence, it felt as though when it was over, you had only just begun hanging out. the seconds stretch into an eternity, the conversations flowing as naturally as time itself and you silently wishing the time would last forever. because as soon as you both left that room and parted ways, it felt as though you were both strangers. obviously, you both greeted each other in the halls but it felt as if there was this thick sense of awkwardness in the air whenever you had the urge to go up and talk to him - so you never did. and it was the time away from him that made you realise the unparalleled sense of joy you got from being around and with reo mikage. however, there was a nagging feeling in the back of your brain that maybe this “connection”, this “bond” you felt was nothing but a fantasy in your head. you trudged on though, stomaching this immanent feeling.

both of you had finished your last broadcasting for the term, easy conversation filled the air until it was abruptly cut by reo. “i’m quitting broadcasting at the start of next term.” a deep feeling of disappointment settled in your chest and the immanent feeling threatened to move higher up your threshold. “i know it sounds cheesy but i want to follow my dreams, you know?” he said, looking at you with a passion more intense than you had ever seen it. “i’m gonna be the number 1 footballer.” if he had told you that in passing, you may have laughed but there was something about the look in his eye which legitimised his claim. 

“i do want to hang out with you though.” beads of sweat formed on the back of his neck, his ears tinged a light pink “outside of this broadcasting thing,”

“oh” was all you could muster. butterflies erupted in your stomach smothering all past feelings of doubt you had about reo. maybe he was just nervous as well?

“i mean only if you want to of course but-”

“sure, i’d love to.” you said as nonchalantly as you could however your inability to look at his grinning face said a lot more.

during spring break, the both of you had settled on going to a cafe to try out the new spiderman deserts to celebrate the upcoming movie. soft ambience filled the air, creating a warm, relaxing atmosphere easing you both into a familiar, comfortable conversation. 

he had arrived 10 minutes early prior to the meeting out of pure anxiety that he’d somehow miss the whole event. with a mixture of nerves and anticipation, he had gotten up way earlier to prepare for today. in his bedroom, he had little trinkets or photos from you from past broadcasting events which all reminded him of what was to come today. since the day he had asked you to hang out, he kicked himself for framing it as a friendly thing when he was certain that he did like you. 

clothing was sprayed erratically across the whole area of his room, swarming the floor with the latest pieces. all of which showcased a multitude of potential clothing items which were perfectly fine to wear out with a “casual hangout with a friend”. meticulously, he sorted through his potential options and finally decided on an outfit which was casual enough for a cafe but not too casual that it looked like he had just thrown it on. as he moved on and styled his hair, he burnt through a variety of options ranging from horrific to mediocre at best. so he stuck to what he knew, his hair long in a middle parting and styled, drowsed himself in cologne and got out of the door.

because of his underestimation of everything in his routine besides his outfit picking, he had gotten here a bit early and was mindlessly scrolling through his phone waiting for a text from you. though the text never came, you arrived shortly after he had gotten there (also earlier than your arranged time). 

“hey reo.” your voice pulling him away from his phone and as he locked eyes with yours, his breath was caught in his throat, taken aback from the sight of you in something other than uniform and more dressed up. to him, you always looked good, put together but there was something about seeing you in clothes that accentuated who you were as a person and a different hairstyle that got to him.

“hello,” his eyes widened, captivated by your beauty. in unknown territory of your presence, words failed him. making your way into the cafe, 

“can i ask you something?” reo said, determination laced in his voice. you simply nodded, maybe this was it? he was going to confess to you.

“i need your help to cover my teams’ matches, build hype, stuff like that.” 

oh. you were a bit off and the disappointment was present in your demeanour for just a second, something reo caught onto but words failed him again. nonetheless, you agreed to help your friend out.

and with that spring came and went and the beginning of a new term was always a busy one, everyone finding their place back into the system settling into the robotic nature of the place. and by routine, you and reo welcome your peers back into the hellscape.

“hello hakuho high!” reo says brightly, his vibrant personality shining through as strongly as a thousand stars. “welcome back to the new semester! hope you had an amazing spring break.”

“indeed.” you chimed in, less enthusiastically. “this semester is a big one for our volleyball team so be sure to be there.”

“tickets are on sale already for the 7th! be there or be square!” 

“and sad news for hakuho high’s broadcasting team, we are losing a member.” you said sorrowfully.

“it’s me, sorry guys.” reo butted in, completely derailing your suspenseful reveal.

“i was gonna do a big reveal with suspense and all” you whisper shouted to him covering your mic to avoid detection.

“sorry.” he said, though a bright smile was evident on his face.

“however… stay tuned cause this won’t be the last time we’ll see reo! i’ve heard talk about a hakuho football team emerging…” you said dramatically, upping the theatrics.

“really? no way? when?” reo matched your energy effortlessly

“guess we’ll just have to find out!” you said winking at reo. his radiant smile infectious to you and everyone around him. and just like that, that’s the end of reo’s broadcasting “career”. gutted, your club leader gives him a goodbye and so do you.

once you're finished packing up, a bittersweet feeling begins to form in your chest. of course it was great reo was moving onto bigger and greater things but there was the feeling that you were being left behind - that you were about to be forgotten. 

that’s when he pulled you into an embrace, an embrace that derailed all of your prior thoughts, an embrace that spoke so much louder than words. as you both embraced on another, it felt like the whole room began to fade away - leaving a gentle reminder of the connection you had built together.

as you drew closer, your bodies aligned, fitting together like two puzzle pieces that had finally found their match. it was right in every sense: the way your hearts beat synced, echoing the unsaid want - need - for one another. he used less cologne than he had on the date but his smell still enveloped you the same. an intoxicating blend that had come synonymous with reo and your infatuation with him.

though, when you both released from that hug, a bittersweet longing was left in both of your hearts - much similar to the one you felt prior to his embrace. however, his imprint on you would linger for as long as your heart would allow it.

over your time together, you had found out about the dreams reo harboured, his passion and what fuels him to become better, to strive to be great - football. he’d find a way to mention it in passing every time you talked whether it was about the new league match or the u-18s in the area. his drive shone through his words.

even when he declared that “we should start up a football team.” in the cafe whilst you were devouring a cookie.  your eyes widened, slightly offput by reo’s declaration and with the use of the word “we”. football was not your thing. honestly, you were surprised you had enough coordination to pull off the broadcasting thing but you? playing football? no chance.

“we?” you asked, tilting your head to side.

“i mean, there’s gotta be some interest for a football team in our school.” a fiery enthusiasm ignited within his eyes, a warning to you that this was the start of something new, dangerous - something you weren’t sure you’d even have the time for. “ i know you’re not sporty as such but you could help drum up support for our team. i’ll get the members and you build the hype. as long as we have both, we should be set.” deep down, you knew reo was deeply underestimating the magnitude of his idea and grossly overestimating your ability to ‘build up hype’ but there was something about him. the way time stood still when he begun on his spiel and how his passionate declaration left no room for indifference. it was if he has transported you to a world where there was no barrier whatsoever and this dream of his was something attainable, easy even. so stupidly, you agreed. his eyes filling up with the immense amount of passion that he spoke.

there was something about his eyes that made you feel like you were able to help him.

building a football team was not that easy.

you were right when you had felt that dreadful feeling of something going wrong in your stomach however you supposed it wasn’t that bad.

to your own surprise, it was quite easy to build up hype for the idea of a football team. with your journalistic skills (and popularity) it was easy to drum up interest for the potential football club but the problem was getting people to play. for 3 months straight, reo held trials for the club and the bubbly, calm exterior he had completely hardened and freezed over when scouting people for his club. his demeanour was icy and cold, a human iceberg in the flesh. the many times you had come to the trials, you felt the cold gusts of air come from his harsh comments. thankfully, in the end, he got his starting 11 with 5 subs… a process that was long and unyielding to all those involved.

eventually, everything was certified by the school and over those months they were given the go ahead to play near the end of the term. you’d been doing your part preparing by watching sports commentators to pick up the style in time for the first game.

the day arrived, the bleachers fulled up to the brim from both schools. though you’d never seen the team play in action, you knew that reo and nagi (who he had miraculously found and convinced to play with him) were incredibly good as well as a couple others. excitement and nerves bubbled in your chest before the game due to you broadcasting to this many people. reo unable to find you before the game sends you a quick text:

reo: “good luck !! you’ll do great and thank you so much for everything you’ve done for me ;)”

you: “no worries!! and thank you. good luck to you too !! :D”

“good morning hakuho high and kinbaku academy, today we’re here to witness the first game of the county league which will lead to nationals!” you began, eyes bright and nerves calming down as you were getting started. and so the game began, and it was a slaughter to say the least. you weren’t into football that much but seeing reo play made you want to start. him and nagi were an unstoppable duo. 

“the final score was 5-2 to hakuho high! thank you for attending and well done hakuho high!” you closed off the game after 90 minutes - an effortless win for hakuho high’s football team. rushing, you made your way down towards the pitch to congratulate reo for his win when you feel something heavy on your back toppling you over. you’re met with a symphony of ecstatic laughing from your purple haired friend. if the sun embodied a person, it was him. joining in with his laughter, the both of you were cracking up for seemingly no reason but nonetheless, it filled your heart with glee.

“maybe this is out of the blue, but go on a date with me?” reo managed after getting through his last fit of giggles. and your eyes shone as bright as a thousand stars, he thought to himself when you agreed with a nod, still giggly from the sudden laughing fit you both had.

that’s when he was certain he wanted to be with you.

a/n - i am a reo kisser sorry

[selfindulgentpixies]

Colors of you

Satoru Gojo x GN!reader Pure fluff and very self indulgent on my part. Thought of this while i was working on a crochet project.

———

Push through, loop, pull through, loop, pull through both loops, repeat. The process of  crocheting was a meditative one for you, something mundane but useful that could make everything else fall away. You tried to not think too hard about the colors you’d chosen for your infinity scarf. You never really wore blue but the mix of yarn you’d picked were all various shades of it. You knew it was because of a certain senpai of yours but you’d turn into a flustered mess if you thought too hard about it.

Push through, loop, pull through, loop, pull through both loops, repeat.

The music from your headphones muffles the approaching footsteps and you don’t really notice the young man in question until he’s right in front of you. You nearly jump out of your skin when he taps you on the head.  You almost fumble the scarf you’re working on.

“Don’t scare me like that!” Your voice comes out a bit more squeaky than you would have liked.

He hums, “Maybe you should be paying more attention to your surroundings.”

Heat starts to rise to your cheeks despite yourself when you realize he’s not looking at you but instead his dark glasses have slid down his nose a bit as he examines the yarn in your hands.

“I don’t think i’ve seen you wear blue before.”

A statement.

“You only ever see me in my uniform” a weak deflection.

Crystal blue eyes that make you think of the unending expanse of the sky move up to your own eyes. There’s a playful smirk tugging at his lips and you know you’re caught. Your crush on him is something you’ve held close to your chest, thinking of your senpai as someone that would never look twice at you.

You almost flinch when he reaches toward your face, his index finger resting on your brow while his thumb rests below your eye.

“I think you should make me a matching one.”

“W-what?” You can feel that your cheeks are absolutely burning. You’d bet he could feel it with how he’s still touching your face.

“You should make me a matching one. Rather one that matches you.” He pulls his hand away  standing up straight, a playful smirk on his lips. “Anyway i gotta go! Suguru and i have a mission.” He turns with a wave.

Did that really just happen?  

“He’s gotta be fucking with me..?” You mumble to yourself, reaching up and touching where he’d touched your face.

You proceed to flail for a moment out of overwhelming embarrassment and curl up. Then you continue.

Push through, loop, pull through, loop, pull through both loops, repeat.

———

December 7th

It’s been several weeks since that frankly weird encounter with Gojo, you’re nervously fidgeting with a wrapped box, the day is nearing it’s end. You wonder if this is a good idea. You suppose it’s now or never as you spot the birthday boy finally alone. That likely wouldn't last long and you doubt your nerves would let you do what you need to do if anyone else were around.

Tugging lightly at the blue infinity scarf around your neck you approach him. “Gojo senpai” you say as way of greeting looking anywhere but his face as you approach. Before he can even reply you’re shoving the box into his hands and it takes every ounce of your will power to not turn and run before he can open it.

“Aww  ___-chan, you got me a gift” he sing songs, his voice teasing as always. You can’t help bit think this was a mistake. You stubbornly keep yourself rooted to the spot as you hear him begin to open it.

He’s surprisingly quiet.

“Y-you don’t have to keep it if you don’t want it. I can just keep it,” you stutter out. You would probably break it back down so you don’t have to think about how stupid you were.

“Of course i’m keeping it,” his voice is surprisingly gentle causing you to finally actually look at him. He’s wrapping the scarf around his neck and shoulders when you do. A little piece of you wrapped around him. He’s giving you a genuine smile. “I almost thought you’d forgotten to be honest.  Thank you.”

Something about being thanked by him is what makes your ears burn. “Of course,” you say almost too quickly followed by a softer “happy birthday.”

[sivellevossen]

Just an Act

~part six~

Prompt: You and Sebastian broke up following the events of 5th year. Now it is 7th year, you and Ominis are together and all seems well… until you and Sebastian are casted as lovers in a play.

Part One, Part Two, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10 *completed*

*7th Year*

Your mind had been plagued by Sebastian as the next few days went on. Everyone had gotten their scripts to study and the directors worked on director stuff. Although Ominis was one of the directors, you were too busy studying to really understand what was happening behind the scenes. However, your busy schedules never interfered with your nightly study dates. You always found yourself cuddled up in the library with him after curfew, enjoying the calmness of each other’s presence.

“So your outting with Sebastian.. did he mention anything?” Ominis asked, combing through your hair with his hand. He had been dying to know, but didn’t want to come off as suspicious or foreceful. He had no reason not to trust you, it was just that Sallow had a way with his words mixed with his own anxieties and self doubts.

“Actually it all went smoothly surprisingly, we both acted as if nothing ever happened…but nothing really went beyond surface level chatter.” You smiled, turning on his lap so that you were looking up at him

“I see..” Ominis replied. Truthfully, he had been nervous Sebastian mentioned the few counts of blackmail Ominis had faced him with. Ominis knew the weeks after your breakup that you wanted to try again with Sebastian or at the very least maintain friendship. But, Ominis felt as though Sebastian didn’t deserve to be in your life (and you were finally his). Ominis couldn’t let you go after finally saving you. To your knowledge, Sebastian willingly fell off the face of the earth, and intentionally ignored you. His lack of caring is what helped you really give up and move on.

“I think he’s changed Ominis..” You stated, studying his face to see his reaction. You would’ve loved to have your trio again and enjoy your last year all together.

“Dove… you know how Sallow is, I wouldn’t get your hopes up…plus what would your girls do without you..” Ominis shook his head, hoping his response was good enough to shut down your thoughts.

“I suppose..” You didn’t really have a good reply. He had a point, those two were your best friends now, and it would be extremely selfish for you to dump them for Sebastian…your ex boyfriend.. Ominis was pleased, smiling slightly as he reached down and placed a light kiss on your forehead.

“Little Dove its getting late, perhaps I should walk you down to the common room?” He smiled, stroking your hair one last time before you nodded. You two snuck through the halls of the castle as usual, hand in hand. He loved being able to put his heart and trust in your hands. As your adventure came to an end, you hugged him and stood on your tip toes to kiss him goodnight.

“Sweet dreams MC.” He whispered before you two went separate ways into your rooms.

~~Next Morning: Rehearsal~~

Today was the day you and Sallow took to the stage! You had read your lines, noticing that both yours and his ended abruptly. Although that was strange, you didn’t think much of it.. Ominis and Natty were seated in front of the stage together, intently listening and watching what was going on around them. As everyone was waiting for the Professor to show up, Sebastian came over to talk to you…. Little did you know, this man had been waiting for the next moment you two would be able to interact,

“MC, how’s it going with your lines?” He smiled, sitting next to you on the stage. Ominis immediately looked up at the sound of your name, paying close attention to you two. MC looked dashing that day, and Sebastian couldn’t help but fall guilty to wandering eyes. He so desperately wanted to be close again, or even have a chance to redeem himself and show you he was a changed man.

“Great actually! Our characters are so funny!” You smiled looking up at him, “how about—“

“Goodmorning actors and actresses!” The Professor shouted, bursting through the auditorium door. The cast and crew all replied with a mass response. All of your attention was focused on the Professor as she sat down next to Ominis and Natty,

“Today is officially the first day of rehearsal! I hope you have all been studying! And I hope some of you have been able cut through the tension!~” She smiled, eyes darting over to the two of you. A blush instantly painted both yours and Sebastian’s cheeks. You two glanced at each other, locking eyes immediately before turning away, the blush growing redder. Ominis shifted in his chair slightly, knowing what she had been implying.

“On with it!” She smiled after working out some minor kinks with the rest of the crew. You and Sebastian began rehearsing. You could tell he made sure to memorize every single line to the best of his ability, only messing up a handful of times. You reciprocated with the same accuracy of lines. You two had so much chemistry on stage, and you could tell the Professor was ecstatic. Ominis’s mood had gone sour quickly, hearing your laughs and knowing they were genuine. He could only imagine how Sebastian felt, probably like he was winning. In Ominis’s mind, there was no way this boy was purely innocent, and he happened to be right.

You two got to a point where you and Sebastian were standing close, your hands in his. Sebastian’s heart was pounding at this point, only wishing this was real and not acting.. this may be the only time he will ever be able to be this close to you again, and he made sure to savor every moment.

“Professor..” You started, breaking eye contact with Sebastian and pulling him out of his trance, “There’s no more lines..” you continued, breaking your hands away from his and holding up the script. The professor broke out into an excited smile,

“Yes! I was waiting for this moment! The play ends with a kiss!” She boasted, looking around the room for reactions. Everyone was thrilled and cheering except for 6 specific students. MC, Sebastian, Ominis, Octavia, Natty, and Poppy.

Your mind was all over the place. How could you possibly do that?! For one, you weren’t sure how you felt for Sebastian, and two it would destroy Ominis, and you knew that. Your face instantly went red, looking straight at the floor worried to give the wrong reaction to anyone.

Sebastian’s heart started pounding, yet was instantly met with guilt. He selfishly took this role to get closer to MC, yet now that it was happening he felt bad for his girlfriend, and even Ominis. Although Ominis had the girl of his dreams and he was so desperately wanting her back, he knew it was unfair for him. He didn’t even know how you felt. All of these thoughts made him feel even worse about his excitement and feelings towards MC.

Ominis also looked straight down, clenching his fists to suppress a more visible and reactive outburst. How could he let this happen?! What was worse is he knew Sebastian’s feelings toward this news, and it made him even angrier. How was he supposed to sit through and direct this play knowing the impending doom waiting for him. And why was everyone here so happy?! Was there something he couldnt pick up on due to his lack of sight?! His anger was quickly replaced with anxiety.

Octavia was pissed. That was supposed to be HER. Never mind the fact word travels fast in Hogwarts, and today was the same day she found out about the history between her boyfriend and this girl. She angrily threw the prop in her hand and stormed out.

Poppy initially cheered, oblivious to everything. It took Natty’s gentle elbow to make her realize what was really happening. Both instantly exchanging looks and going quiet.

“We’re saving that for our premiere!” The professor continued, accepting all the cheers and praises, oblivious to the real drama unfolding right in front of her. Rehearsal was done for the day after her big announcement, and everyone joined her to Hogsmeade for lunch except the six of you. Ominis instantly ran off, hyperventilating and freaking out. You chased after him while Sebastian chased after his own girlfriend.

“Ominis wait!” You called, running after him and following him to an empty hallway. He hesitated to stop, but kept walking, he couldnt even think straight right now. His heart and mind all over the place, his worst nightmare coming true. “Omi!” You called again, catching up to him and grabbing his arm. He stopped for you, turning to face you and you could see the tears glossing over his milky eyes.

“I..” He stared before you immediately pulled him into a hug. “It’s okay.” You reassured. He didn’t hug back, letting his hands fall to his sides. You were taken back by his reaction. He pulled away, wiping a stray tear that fell..

“MC… i can’t right now..” He sighed, voice cracking. Your heart broke as he turned away.

~

“Octavia!” Sebastian shouted, more annoyed than concerned for having to deal with this. Octavia was in the common room, absolutely fuming.

“Sebastian! How fucking dare you!” She shouted back, causing a scene for everyone present.

“Okay first of all, calm down.” He hushed, pulling her into one of the halls.

“Calm down?! Sebastian Sallow, did you forget to mention along the way that the girl your ‘acting’ with is your ex girlfriend?!” She shouted again. Sebastian internally rolled his eyes and sighed. Before he could even get a word in she continued, “You know, I thought you were actually interested in this play?! I noticed you were distant these past few days but assumed it was because you were serious about the play. Damn Sallow.” She ranted.

“Octavia—“ He started before she shook her head and stormed off. He let out the biggest, most annoyed sigh ever and turned. Just as he turned, he saw Ominis storming down the hallway as well, obviously a mess.

“Fuck….” Sebastian muttered before exiting the common room.

~~

You didn’t know where to go..you always spent the nights with Ominis in the library but this time he wasnt there. You made sure to check just in case, but your corner was left sad and empty. Shaking your head, you found yourself wandering the castle alone. You hadn’t spent a night alone in months, you had all this time and didn’t know what to do..and the last place you wanted to be was your dorm, listening the the gossip spread.

You ended up in the Astronomy Tower. You sat alone on the floor, looking up at the stars and listening to the wind. The last thing you wanted to do was think, but you ended up lost in your thoughts very quickly. You were quickly startled, hearing the door opening and turned around instantaneously.

Sebastian..

“MC…” He started, his initial aggravated demeanor quickly dissipating.

“Sebastian..” You replied, turning back around to the sky.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, not sure exactly what to say. He knew why you were here, but didn’t want to seem like he was monitoring your situation.

“Don’t play dumb” You called him out, cracking a small smile before patting the ground next to you, urging her to come sit. He hesitantly joined you, looking up at the stars. “I assume you’re here for the same reason?”

“Something like that..” He trailed off, “Octavia is… less than happy..”

“Ominis is the same way..” You added, biting your lip. As you both fell quiet, Sebastian realized the situation he was faced with.. You two were alone, it was quiet, and there was no possibility of someone interrupting you. And the mood seemed just right.

“MC.. I’m sorry for everything..” Sebastian started after a period of silence, “From fifth year to now.. I’m sorry…” He sighed, fidgeting with his fingers as he continued looking up at the stars, refusing to look your way.

“Sebastian…” You started, feeling your heart strings tighten, “We were both kids..we didn’t even know what we were doing with the dark magic..you can’t blame yourself for that… and this play, we didn’t know what we were getting into..” You started before chuckling slightly, “I guess history repeats itself huh?” You smiled, turning to look up at him. The moon lit up his face beautifully, perfectly defining and highlighting his features. He let out a small laugh, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief, “Seriously..” You blushed slightly before looking down,

“Can I ask you something?” You ask, this time, you were the one fidgeting with your fingers.

“Of course..” He smiled, putting a hand over yours in efforts to reassure and calm you down. Your fingers immediately felt like they were on fire

“Why did you disappear after that day?..Did you really not care?” You bit your lip in preparation for his response, ready to accept the harsh reality..

Sebastian’s eyes immediately widened before frantically shaking his head, “What?! No of course not, I love— loved you!” He spit out frantically, immediately turning his head to face you, making intense eye contact,

“Ominis…Ominis told me you wanted nothing to do with me.. and he told me I better stay away and respect you if I didn’t want to find myself in Azkaban.. What?! MC, I promise you that all I had wanted was to fix things… I— I even stopped using the dark arts in hopes to bring you back to me..” He poured his heart out all at once. Your eyes widened, your heartbeat quickening at everything he had just said. Had Ominis been lying to you?! Is this why he was so nervous about you and Sebastian being together? What the bell was going on…

“Ominis… no..no he wouldn’t..” You said in disbelief, tears welling up in your eyes as your heart began to shatter. Sebastian quickly noticed and put an arm around you, pulling you into his side. The warmth and once familiar scent comforting you.

“MC… I would never hurt you like that… I thought you knew that.. I just wanted what was best for you! And then.. you looked so happy..” He started, trying to comfort you while also being in shock himself. Ominis. He could’ve had you, gotten you back if it wasn’t for his best friend. What a sneaky little—

“Merlin…” You sighed, a few tears escaping. You never doubted Ominis, and now you were so confused about the events from the past two years, was all of the hurt for nothing? What was even real and not planned out and fabricated..? Sebastian’s mind was running through the same thoughts as yours, a long silence surrounding you as you leaned into his touch… its the only thing that currently felt real..

The stars continued to shine as you both searched your minds and hearts for the right answers. You never left his side, finding comfort in his embrace. While he found comfort in your presence alone.. you felt safe with him.. You both knew nothing needed to be said, mutually understanding how you both felt. You two stayed together until the sun started to peak through the dark sky.

“I suppose we should head back…” You started, looking up at the man who stayed with you all night.

“I suppose so..” he sighed. Your time was over, and who knew if you’d ever get this time together again. You both stood up, giving each other a sad smile and wave before parting ways..

A/N: Um…. So who do we want as endgame ?!?!?! I initially wanted Ominis but Sebastian~~~!! IDK!! Help!

[l-lend]

Another entry for Moto!Batch AU. Hunter, Crosshair, and Omega check out one of T-Bird's stunt shows.

Warning(s): mentions of past addiction,

Tagging: @kelpiesummer @ghostlythunderbird

The smell of burning rubber and the grease of questionable clawed its way to into the nostrils of anyone within a five mile radius of the fair grounds. A gathering crowd mixed with locals from the suburban sprawl looking for a bit of high octane excitement. They crammed in like sardines as they eagerly awaited the event.

“Can we sit up front?” A blonde haired teen asked her chaperones earning a dismissive sneer from the taller of the two.

“We’ll see what we can do.” Hunter replied offering a wave to a familiar face in the crowd. The woman who caught his glance returned the wave and began weaving her way through the onlookers. Her dark hair meticulously gathered into a messy bun.

“Glad you could make it,” Siren greeted, her gaze was drawn to the child at Hunter’s side, “and who’re you?”

“This is Omega. She-”

“I’m their sister.” Omega spoke up, causing Siren’s smile to grow.

“Ah, well I guess you’re used to getting primo access when your brothers race huh.”

Omega offered a shrug, “I guess. Mostly it’s the trailer on race day while Tech runs through homework with me.”

“Hmm, well if Hunter doesn’t mind, I can show you around a bit. My stunt rider will be on in a bit.”

Hunter gave a half hearted roll of his eyes. Omega’s eyes were glued to him. His sensitive hearing could already pick up the beginnings of a high pitched drawn out please.

Hunter sighed through his nose, “Alright,” He relented, earning a giddy grin from the girl, “but I’ll be coming along too. Might as well meet the rest of your crew while I’m able.”

“Excellent, most of them should still be by the trailer.” Siren replied before leveling her gaze to the surly rider, “Will you be joining us?”

Crosshair’s stony gaze gave Siren all the answer she needed.

“Oookay, so I can take you guys back now if you want.”

“These are awesome!”

T-Bird cracked a grin as she looked up from her bike. The sound of tools pinging together drew both of their attention.

T-Bird huffed a ghost of a laugh at seeing the flutter of the maintenance curtain.

“I wouldn’t take it personal. Nessie doesn’t do new people too much.”

“We’re…still working with her on that.” Siren chimed in.

“T-Bird, everything all ready to go?”

“Yep, but I always got time for a fan.”

“This is Omega, and you remember Hunter.”

T-Bird gave him a nod before focusing her attention on Omega, “So do you ride too?”

“Not professionally, no, but Hunter says once I’m done with school I could race on weekends when I’m in college.”

“If you keep your grades up.” Hunter butted in, “I’m interested to see you in action, T-Bird.”

“I’ll be sure to put on a good show.”

The curtain rustled again from the corner of T-Bird’s eye. However, another member of the crew popped an earbud out of her ear.

“Kelpie. Just the person I wanted to see.” T-Bird greeted, “You get the merch table set up?”

“Even got the new designs I printed this morning.”

T-Bird’s smile widened, “You know, it’d be a shame if someone wasn’t testing out our stuff.” She turned her gaze back to Omega and then back to Siren, “If it’s cool with you, I’m buying whatever the kid wants at our merch table.”

“Really?!”

“That’s kind of you.”

T-Bird offered a shrug, “Consider it an apology for me acting out during the meeting.”

Crosshair had chosen a seat near the end of the stands to keep his distance from the locals who were biding their time by inhaling some deep fried something. One of his brothers would feel right at home among them. The sharp tang of cigarette smoke wafted into his nose, and he inhaled deeply.

How long had it been? Omega was about 10 now, and she became of permanent house guest after her 7th birthday. His hand ferreted around in his pocket before producing a substitute that helped whenever a craving hit. The whisper of the pack sliding open was drowned out by the crowd chatter as he plucked up the slender piece of wood to perch between his teeth. He slouched in his seat as he waited for the show to begin.

The announcement system buzzed to life and began to welcome everyone to the stunt show. Hunter and Omega eventually made their way back to their seats. However, upon his sister's return Crosshair nearly dropped his toothpick.

“What. Are you wearing?”

“T-Bird let me have some merch, pretty cool right?”

The girl was completely decked out: shirt, hat, a lanyard around her neck. All with the stunt biker's logo plastered all over. Crosshair's lips formed a hard line.

“Spectacular.” He replied with a roll of his eyes.

[taeyamayang]

my god guys

i'm beginning to believe that my life is an au

here's a story from this weekend:

before we talk about last saturday, for context, this is what happened last year december.

it was my friend's birthday so we were invited to their place for a party. she warned me ahead of time that she also invited friends from uni (we're friends from wayyy back 7th grade) so i can prepare myself (i get socially anxious when i have no idea that i am about to meet a bunch of strangers).

on that same night, my friend whom i came to the party with needed to use the bathroom. apparently, my friend's (the host of the party) brother invited his friends too and it turns out one of his friends works part time as a bartender, so made us a drink. hence, when my friend needed the bathroom (on the 2nd floor of the house) the door to my friend's brother's room was open (for context, i've been friends with my host friend for soooo long so i know his brother as well, we're good lol) and saw his friends hanging out at his room. ngl i was tipsy with the alcohol the bartender made us sO I HAD THE COURAGE TO START A SMALL TALK BY COMPLIMENTING HIS MIX. he's cute ngl, i have a thing for men with long hair (he has long hair). we had a small talkㅡme standing in the hallway and him leaning his back on the doorframe of the room. after the conversation ended, everything started to sink in to me and i was like holy fuck i talked to a stranger wtfftwtfwtf BUT i brushed it off since i'll less likely meet him again lol so why panic 🤷🏻‍♀️

so when i was meeting her friends i was standing like 🧍🏻‍♀️, giving them a small smile and a wave when this girl suddenly came up to me with full of energy before hugging me tightly. i was shocked by the sudden physical contact and froze in place bc idk what to do. should i hug her back?? im still processing this sudden affection vsnshjsbsns anyway, so she was v friendly. she even invited me to the karaoke room and sat next to me the entire night. when i was getting used to talking to her and figured that our vibes click i took shots with her. she was fun to be with honestly. i had a great night because of her.

the following morning she added me to one of my social media accounts and because of that, my friends' began raising brows at me bc they think it was sus. she didn't add any of my other friends to the said social media app but only me even though we all interacted that night. that's why they think the girl likes me (we're both bi btw), even my friend who hosted the party thinks the same.

THAT'S WHEN THIS SATURDAY COMES IN

I WAS INTERNALLY CRUMBLING ON THE FLOOR GSMSBSDKSKS HELPPPPPP WTFTTF

once again, my host friend invited us to a party but it was for her younger sister's formal gathering. i came in all glamed (but stressed bc i had to rush to the party from my lecture lol). my friend and i followed the receptionist to a round table and MY FUCKING GOD. at the table was the girl from last december; the girl who caught me off guard by hugging me. i was assisted to sit next to her and it didn't help that my friends were giving me a knowing look AND as i sat and turn to face forward, i immediately lock eyes with a boy in a suit sitting across from me. THE BOY IS THE BARTENDER WHOM I HAD A TIPSY SMALL TALK WITH IN THE HALLWAY!! MY GODDDDDD THE THREE OF US ARE SHARING A TABLE??!?!?!!?!?

[am3ricanj3sus]

4/23

song of the day:

today was js another day fr. i’m so beyond annoyed with everything that I think the second school ends i’m going to burst into tears. like trust, I love school. I love seeing my friends, teachers (mr c:)) and js the fun moments but the stress and anxiety that come with it are killing me. I didn’t something that wasn’t like stupid, but it wasn’t very well thought thru a couple month ago and the consequences are getting closer and closer and i’m so scared. I don’t even care about what I did. i’m mainly scared of what my parents with say. I don’t want them to be disappointed in me. I don’t want them to think i’m dumb. because I did something kinda dumb the other day and I can’t have it happen again. but I don’t want to focus on that right now. I want to focus on like romance cause yeshhh. so I have had 2 crushes develop in the past 5 days. well one of them has technically been developing but I didn’t face it till thursday. the first one is on one of my friends. he’s like funny, and pretty smart, and he’s like cute. he’s kinda emo and grunge. he’s always been nice to me but he’s like a little mean to everyone and like we are play mean all the time. I made him this little ceramic skate park before I knew I had a crush on him and I gave it to him today but he wasn’t feeling too good so he js smiled and said thank you. it wasn’t what I was hoping for but it’s whatever. ik he’s upset cause yesterday there was an art show and we were both supposed to have our pieces in it but only mine were there and we couldn’t find his :(. I could tell he was like disappointed but I didn’t wanna say anything. he’s been trying to better himself recently so ik why he’s been acting weird. but at the same time I don’t think I have a crush on him like that cause i’ve had a crush on this other dude for like 6 months. and ik me and him won’t date and the chances of me genuinely getting with my friend are higher but my feelings for this random guy are super strong and I recently developed another tc so I don’t wanna get with him when all these other feelings are around.

speaking of tc, mr c. I literally have like noooo idea where it came from. last tuesday we had testing and I was mad bored and started thinking about teachers. and I was thinking about him cause I accidentally had mixed him up with another teacher and was laughing about it in my head. then I was like “he kinda…” and lemme js say my mind was going crazy at 10 in the morning. so I was like ahahahaha this guy. yeah this my new tc. and trust i’ve had tcs before. like my 7th and 8th grade english teacher was fineee. anyways tho. I found out so much about mr c already. he goes to the same church my cousin like pastors at, ik where his fav coffee place is, and his full name! I love the internet for that. today there was a feild trip for his class and when they came back he came into my 4th and was like “you should all take my class!!!! you can get dutch bros!” and its so funny to me he’s like a big kid. i’ve never had him as a teacher tho. js a sub. he says hi to my friend every morning while I walk with them and i’m like bro hs say “hi -, hi -‘s friend!!!” common bro be nice. but it is what it is. ugh I love having a crush. anyways i’m so sleepy. gn<3

[arknights-imagines]

waahh hi i love ur writing!! can i request an affectionate doctor having a sweet kissing session with executor + silverash? i just wanna give them a lot of affection and make them feel always loved 😭

Anon hiya!! 🥳 Tysm for this request sgsugshs it's so cute and I love it!! 😭🥺 Executor and SilverAsh are some of my favourites to write for sgsugshs 💕 I tried to make it as soft and lovey-dovey as I could so I hope you and everyone else likes it 👉👈

Also, because Executor's Birthday was July 7th I gave him some extra love in his part svshsv!! 🎂🥳 He deserves a break lolol 🥺 so Happy (late) Birthday Executor and happy reading to everyone!! 🥺🥳

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Kissing sessions with Executor and SilverAsh

Imagine format; mixed perspectives! (written in second person)

Contains: SilverAsh, Executor, gender neutral Doctor as the reader, brief mentions of background characters, established relationships, kissing described in detail, lots of soft fluffiness 🥺, barely suggestive material in SilverAsh's part?? 🤔, Executor being hesitant and unsure in his part, reader/Doctor being very soft in both parts svjsgshs

Word count: 2.7k in total!

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SILVERASH

“My dear...you’re still working?”

SilverAsh’s eyes had just read the last sentence of the novel in his hand, and now they looked at you with surprise. He had expected you to have lied down in your small bed with him by the time he closed his book - but as it turned out, you were still sat at your desk nearby and going through papers.

The Feline’s voice interrupting your work caused you to blink slowly, and then you turned your attention towards him, expression meek. “You’re awake? I thought you went to sleep…” “And I thought you would be away from your desk by now.” His reply came with a lift of the brow. SilverAsh set his book beside him before propping himself up on his forearm as you sighed, “I’m almost done, I’ll come to bed soon.”

Unconvinced, the Guard Operator stood from the bed, his height allowing him to make his way towards your desk in just a few strides. You had already picked your pen back up and returned to your papers by the time he set his hands on your shoulders - his touch gentle, but firm.

Before you could shoo him away, SilverAsh lowered his lips to your ear - his snow-coloured hair tickled your cheek and his breath was warm as he spoke in a low, smooth tone that met your ears like melted chocolate, “I must say, my dear…” He met your gaze from the corner of your eye before he continued, “I’ve stayed with you this entire evening, and yet I still find myself longing for you.”

When his gaze met yours, his eyes were warm and serious despite the playful lift of his brow. A quiet apology came from you in reply, one of your hands lifting to rub at your heavy eyelids. Humming in acknowledgment, the Feline’s hands left you momentarily in order to spin your desk chair around before they returned to your shoulders - this time his fingers slid down your arms and took your hands in his own.

You had expected him to gently usher you to bed, but what came instead made your eyes grow wide. In a few swift movements, SilverAsh took your place on your desk chair and pulled you to sit in his lap. A small chuckle left him as your eyes searched for his, surprise on your face; when his name left your lips in question, the Guard Operator tilted his head to the side in fake confusion. “Hah...that surprised look on your face, you amuse me so my dear.” His hands came to hold your waist, “You’re tense. Relax for me...after all, no one is better suited to bring you ease than me, isn't that right?”

His eyes were locked with yours, and with every word he whispered to you, he moved his lips closer to yours. He held this sincere warmth that was meant only for you in his gaze; when you looked carefully enough, a glimmer of desire was there as well. Despite that, SilverAsh patiently waited for your reply, his eyes flicking to your lips for a split second or two in order to silently communicate what he wanted from you.

His affectionate gaze caused some of the tension to fade from your body, and you sighed softly; your voice was almost inaudible when you replied, “That’s right, Enciodas.” There was only a sliver of space left between the both of you - you felt him smile before he muttered, “Very good…”

SilverAsh had been moving so slowly, and yet when his lips finally met yours it was as if all his patience left him; his head tilted in order to kiss you deeper and one of his hands drifted up from your waist to cup your jawline. The air around the both of you became warm, and so you practically melted into him. A few seconds into the kiss, your senses were null - but then it all comes rushing towards you.

Your papers are long forgotten when you lifted your hands from his chest to his hair. SilverAsh hummed gently against your lips as your fingers began combing through the fluffy locks - and when your touch grazed his snow leopard ears they twitched slightly, much to your amusement. You thought about taking a second to comment on it, but the Guard Operator didn't seem to want you to pull away, and so the thought faded quickly.

The Feline’s touch attracted all your focus, it’s so warm it's almost burning - or perhaps you were just flustered because of the close proximity, in all honesty, you were far too distracted by the kiss to tell the difference - and on his lips was the cool taste of peppermint. It was a stark contrast, the mix of hot and cold was so distinctive that you were sure you’d be thinking about it later on; though it was unbeknownst to you, SilverAsh certainly hoped so.

As the kiss came to a close both of you stilled, wordlessly taking in every detail of each other.

For someone who everyone said was ruthless and shrewd, SilverAsh encompassed so much tenderness in moments like these. When it came to you, his hands were so gentle, his voice was so soft, and his gaze was so warm; but no one else would ever be able to understand that side of him, because he reserved it for you and you only.

“E-Enciodas…” When the two of you finally broke away from each other, his name fell from your lips breathlessly. Taking his hand from your waist, he gently ran it up and down your back, “There you are, my dear. Ease up for me.” His soft gaze met yours, and a smile painted his lips when he noticed the rosy blush on your cheeks - you weren't expecting him to act so bold all of a sudden, but you had no complaints. Your head dropped to his shoulder, and he sighed in content as an easing warmth came over his own body. You were always so warm, so soft - he didn't want to ever let go of you.

The kiss had rendered the two of you a little speechless, and so for a while you both sat in serene silence. SilverAsh’s voice cut into the quietness softly after some time, “I apologize, it seems I was rather touch-starved and couldn't handle myself.” You shifted a little in his lap, but didn't say anything in reply. Lifting a brow, the Feline tilted his head in order to whisper into your ear - then your soft snoring met his ears.

He blinked, then a light chuckle came from his lips; you were fast asleep. Well, you had been working all day, so the Guard Operator was glad you were finally resting. If SilverAsh had known a kiss was all it took for you to relax, he would’ve had you asleep hours ago. That was alright, now he knew for next time.

Involuntarily, a grin came to his face as he shut his eyes and let his head rest against yours. Your lips had left a lingering warmth on his own; a warmth that the Feline found comforting, and maybe a little too pleasant. His smile grew - yes, SilverAsh was sure ‘next time’ would be happening quite soon.

EXECUTOR

You really couldn't thank Executor enough for allowing you to come along with him for his mission back at his home country - Laterano was truly breathtaking, from the architecture to the way all the citizens dressed. Considering your position as Rhodes Island’s tactical leader, you understood that accompanying Operators on their missions was a little dangerous and maybe not always necessary, but you had wanted to spend more time with the Sankta so he complied. After all, he could protect you if anything were to go wrong.

The view outside the window you were currently standing before almost felt like a dream. You understood that there was work to be done, and that Executor only agreed to stop at a hotel room because he knew you were both tired from talking around and trying to find intel pertaining to the mission but still - taking the time to relax couldn't hurt.

By the time you both settled into the hotel room, the sun had just begun to set; Executor had explained that it was going to be an uneventful evening, mostly just paperwork and going through flies.

“Doctor,” As cool and steady as always, Executor’s voice cut into your silence - your rapt attention went to him as he approached you, moving into your peripheral vision, “You should take this time to rest. Our work tomorrow begins very early in the morning, and I do not know when we will be able to have a break.” As you turned to face him an appreciative smile came to your lips, “You should rest too, Executor.” A shake of the head came in reply, which wasn't much of a surprise; “Do not worry about me. The Notarial Hall has requested that I complete multiple reports about the work we accomplished today, so I have no room to rest for very long.”

Your smile fell slightly. He had more work to do on top of what had already been assigned to him by Amiya? The Sankta before you took note of your mood shift right away; eyes thoughtful, he blinked for a second then spoke once more in a softer tone, “...However, if you wish for me to take some time to rest with you, then very well.” A little sheepishly, you looked off to the side before admitting that you were concerned with all the work he was deluging himself with. A bit of warmth broke onto Executor’s usually calm, unreadable facial expression as he began to remove his distinctive uniform coat; “I appreciate that. I do not want to cause you to worry over my wellbeing, so I will take some time to rest.”

Pleased, your grin returned - wider this time. The Sniper Operator’s demeanor grew warmer at your visible content. Quiet, he joined you in staring out at the sunset beyond the hotel room window. The air around you two was quiet, serene; but something was pulling on inside your chest, wanting to move closer to Executor. And so, your hand found his, and ever-so-slowly you laced your fingers together. Under your unexpected touch, the Sankta stiffened by a hair. He read something on your face, something that caused him to drop the formalities and call you by the nickname he had started getting used to addressing you as, “Hm...yes, love?”

Too focused on how your hand felt in his, you didn't reply. Instead, you turned to meet his gaze with a soft smile on your lips; a few emotions you couldn't distinguish flashed behind Executor’s eyes for but a split second at the affectionate expression on your face, before the coolness in the blue of his gaze melted into warmth.

His eyebrows furrowed together slightly as he stared back at you, and he opened and closed his mouth a few times before finding his words, “...Please excuse me, I… I cannot read your expression.” Emotions weren’t the Sankta’s strong-suit in any sense, but considering how understanding you had always been towards him, he wasn’t afraid to admit so. Voice just above a whisper, you assured him it was alright and let him know he could come a little closer. His hand remained in yours as he did so, shoulders tight and posture a little tense while his free hand hovered a little awkwardly at your side; you chimed with a light laugh at his behaviour, “It’s okay, you can touch me Executor.”

Executor was a little uncertain, but after a few seconds his hand settled comfortably on your waist and the other squeezed your hand ever-so-gently. Then he admitted to you quietly, “I am unsure on where to put my hands.” You shook your head, “This is perfect, don't worry.” The space between the both of you was barely a sliver as you leaned closer to him, expression still full of affection; his eyes flicked down to your lips, and yours glanced at his. Facial cues were something the Sniper Operator failed to understand, but the warmth balling itself in his chest told him to pull you closer. His mind told him that this wasn't appropriate, that his focus should be on his mission and his work, not on you; but the tugging in both his chest and yours was so intense that there was no use pulling back now.

And so, the Sankta finally broke the silence. “Love?” He paused, debating on whether or not he should speak, before mumbling his words against your mouth slowly, “May I kiss you?” He didn't have to ask - you replied in a small nod and Executor wasted no time closing the space between your lips and his own.

Gentle, careful; those weren’t words the others at Rhodes Island would associate Executor with, and yet that was all that ran through your mind when his lips captured yours. And his lips, they tasted sweet; as if he had just eaten a slice of cake or a spoonful of sugar. It was so stark considering how cold and stoic he appeared, but you couldn’t help but adore it. It was almost poetic - maybe you were the only one who would be able to witness and receive this sweetness from the Sankta.

He leaned into your touch when your hand came to cradle his cheek, and his arm slipped around your waist in order to pull you closer - so close that he was certain you could feel his heartbeat against your chest. But that was what he wanted and you allowed him to do so. Your fingers began running through his hair, pushing the white strands away from his face. Executor almost melting. The Sankta’s usual mechanic mind completely malfunctioned at both your close proximity and touch; every gear jammed and every cog stopped turning.

For Executor, this was so utterly odd. On the battlefield, the Sniper Operator was anything but hesitant; when his gun was in his hands, he knew exactly what to do. But with you - when it was you in his hands, his mind was overcome with uncertainty and all his thoughts became incoherent, all because of you. It always made his chest fill with warmth, it always made his stomach flutter, it always made his heart beat too fast, and yet it always felt so right.

When the Sankta ran out of air, he broke away gently; his eyes slipped open to meet your own as he rested his face in your palm. Your voice was soft against his lips, “Are you okay?” Giving you the softest expression, he unwrapped his arm from your waist so he could hold your hand to his cheek, “Yes love...thank you. This may not make any sense to you, but I feel almost energetic now.” A small chuckle came from you in reply. “You’re welcome, Executor. If you’re feeling so eager, we can get back to work in...just a minute.” Though you said that, you didn't seem to be interested in pulling away, and in all honesty neither was he. Yes, his mission was important; but surely taking a second more to rest with you was okay.

Executor’s gaze observed both you and the surrounding room carefully. You were looking back at him with eyes full of adoration and the most effusive grin, the sun through the window almost caused the rosy flush on your face to glow and was surely glinting off his halo and wings, the sunset-painted room was full of warmth that embraced him like a freshly washed blanket - his heart grew a little more with every detail he took note of.

The Sankta returned back to reality when your head fell on his shoulder and you whispered out a small, sincere confession - “I love you Executor.” His heart leapt and his breath hitched at the three words despite you having said them to him multiple times by then, and as always, he let one of his rare smiles grace his lips and replied right away, not missing a beat: “And I love you - more than I am able to describe.”

Honestly, though he tried as best he could, Executor wasn't sure if those words adequately expressed how thankful he was for you, how much he adored the way the feel of your shared kiss was still on his lips, how badly he wished to hold you and never pull away - but he supposed, if anything, it was enough.

[zodiacrant]

💜Astro Notes💜

(All about Mutable signs)

(These may or may not apply to you, please keep an open mind and take it as entertainment rather than life changing facts. Please credit me if you’re going to use my work, or ask me beforehand.)

💜There’s no denying that this is the wack-a-doodle squad

💜Mutable Placements adjust and assimilate into other placements qualities and elements. This makes them hard to identify in a person, especially Rising.

💜Sagittarius Moons always have this underlying tone of sadness. My best friend in high school was a Sagittarius Moon and he would talk about anything and everything but real and serious things. His mother had cancer and passed away and he did not show emotion in his words or in his eyes. I don’t know why they feel like they always have to be happy and fun all the time.

💜Geminis are actually very stubborn but not with what they believe in but in what they do. Don’t tell them what to do or how to do it. And most definitely what they should and shouldn’t like.

💜Virgos and Pisces are opposites that clash by default. The ground level view of Virgo mixed with Pisces aerial view doesn’t go well. Not because of how they view things but because of their strict stance on how things are. One says 2+3=5, the other says no 1+4=5. The only time I saw those pairs get along is when they grew fond of their differences.

💜Sagittarius to me is the least Mutable Mutable sign. Even though they’re naturally curious and expansive, they have a habit of assuming and beating people to conclusions. This is why some people label them as know it all’s, cause while you’re talking they’re preparing an answer instead of listening to what you’re actually saying.

💜I believe I have said this in another post but I’ll say it again. Pisces placements are indicators of being either a genius or a complete bum.

💜Virgo Moons are high functioning emotional machines. No matter how much work they do or run around it, they’re very sensitive to every single thing.

💜Gemini is not as fun loving as people perceive them. Most that I have met were into taboo topics. As a Gemini Venus I would ask if you would like to be eaten by animals after death, with a smile 😊.

💜Virgo and Gemini represent the youthful and playful curiosity of Mutable signs. Both ruled by Mercury they represent childish and teen like thinking and view of the world. Wanting to try everything, do everything and everything having to be as perfect as they imagined. Jacks of all trades yet masters of none, they represent the novice and early stages of communication and learning.

💜Sagittarius and Pisces are the higher mind and what’s beyond the self. Ruled by Jupiter and Neptune, respectively, they represent religion, spirituality, the subconscious mind, and large scale worlds. They view the world as the teacher and/or the elder, passing down the knowledge they acquired along the way.

💜Mutable Mercuries can be very sneaky and manipulative.

💜Don’t underestimate Pisces. The preconceived notion that they’re some cute bubbly magical mermaid can be very far from the truth. People with Pisces placements, especially the Moon, are very interested in twisted and dark topics.

💜 Virgo/Pisces in North and South Node is the hardest life purpose to achieve. For Virgo N.Node your life purpose requires you to be level headed, swift, critical and do the right thing. With Pisces N.Node you have to elevate your mind, be insync with yourself, have an out of body view of the world, follow your instincts and do the good thing.

💜Most twins I know and are in my family are either Geminis or Virgos

💜Virgo Mars people blabber on when nervous. This apparently supposed to buy them some time to think but it just ends up making it worse.

💜I have noticed that Virgo and Sagittarius Suns and Moons get frequent migraines

💜Virgo in 8th is as kinky as Scorpio. Only they’re more of a bottom edging the top than the top edging the bottom

💜Mutable signs in their opposite’s planet creates constant confusion at best and delusion at worst. This can be seen alot with Sagittarius and Pisces Mercuries. No shade but y’all can really live in the world according to your mind, which can be far from reality. However, I did find many good actors with this placement which makes sense cause it’s conducive to the trade.

💜If you’ve known a Gemini long enough then you know not be surprised by their antics or what they’re going to say. I have found that they do and say things for reactions not because they’re seriously thinking of doing so.

💜Sagittarius on the other hand will do a dare just to prove they will do it.

💜Sagittarius in 4th house might run away from home

💜Pisces Venus is much more timid than you’d think. Virgo Venus, however, that is another level kind of “hoeing”

💜Mutable MC’s careers depend alot on who they know and always being on the go. They can’t be stagnant with their positions and require constant reinvention.

💜Pisces in 6th rarely get sick

💜Mutable Risings house patterns create, from what I read, a “cycle of completion”. They more than others have to focus on intrapersonal growth before going too far into their journey.

💜For a Mutable sign Virgo is not “mutable-like” but their quick adaptation and reactions to complex things is what makes them mutable.

💜Gemini Mars is the most energetic placement.

💜Sagittarius in 3rd and Gemini in 9th will have to unlearn almost everything they grew up learning. The opposite process from Gemini to Sagittarius where you keep on learning.

💜Mutable dominant people will forever have an existential crisis

💜Sagittarius Venus is the OG paradoxical queen

💜People with Sagittarius in 7th house, especially with Pluto residing there, will be hung up on “the one that got away”

[the-witches-you-couldnt-burn]

It started with a whisper

I originally wrote ‘Like I did with you’ as a one-shot but people wanted a sequel. This turned out to be waaaaay longer than expected (4.7k word count). Inspired by Everybody Talks by Neon Trees. I hope you lot enjoy!

Ao3

(Also this is Mari’s new outfit, all credits go to the original artist)

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Two teens stood upon the balcony of a large banquet hall, exposed to the midsummer night air. The sky was a lilac blanket that hung over the Parisian buildings, speckled with glowing stars. The moon, with it’s crescent smile, beamed down of the young couple.

Hey, baby, won't you look my way?

Marinette’s eyes were closed as she rested her head upon his shoulder, relaxing after the night’s rapid escalation. Tonight she had arrived at the ball with the intent to be there for her friends, but somehow she found herself within the arms of Gotham’s (and probably Paris’) Ice Prince. She had overheard his nickname from the Gotham students, one of which being Jon, who was in the middle of mocking the young Wayne. She had never considered that nickname as suitable; sure he was temperamental & had a tendency to snap, but icey to the core? No.

I can be your new addiction

Damian was calm. For the first time in his life he felt like he could take a breath. His exhale was carried off by a small gust of wind, the bush over hanging the stone railing rustled. With his inhale, the scent of Marinette’s perfume became present once more. Mixed with the crisp night’s air, her usual scent of pastries was mixed with what could only be described as ambrosia. His phone vibrated within his pocket, it was never on volume due to the potential risk it caused during his heroic activities.

“Shit.” Notifications covered his screen, multiple tweets, Instagrams and Tiktoks in which he had been tagged in. But the alert came from his family’s private messaging chat. The whole thread was a shit storm, Grayson and Todd’s messages were completely capitalised (he learnt years ago this meant ‘to yell’ in writing form) and both had multiple ‘keyboard spasms’. Drake, like the thorough detective he is, had combed through the images and videos, investigating their validity. His honorary sisters had replied with ‘awwwww’(s) and ‘Omg we MUST meet this girl! I need to know how she tamed the demon!’. He could practically hear Brown’s shrill voice from across the ocean.

Hey, baby, what you gotta say?

No reply from his father or Alfred. The two of them were the only semblance of ‘normal’ paternal figures he had within his life, after the sham of a relationship he had previously held with his grandfather. Their silence unnerved him.

Marinette had noticed his attention had shifted to his phone, her own mobile was buzzing away within her baby pink purse. Messages, notifications of account tagging and comments galore. A sigh left her lips when she saw her parents seemed to be none the wiser. Good, she didn’t need to deal with future adoration for ‘The boy who swept our daughter off of her feet’ (or something along those lines).

Her cheeks regained some of the warmth they held before as she thought of her parent’s reaction. Scrolling through her Twitter she saw her friends had posted multiple images of the night’s events, majority being her shared dance.

Chloé Bourgeois @TheBestBourgeois

what kind of Disney shit is this? (Insert video of two teens dancing around an mostly empty dance floor.)

Alix Kubdel @Sk8trGirl

Replying to @TheBestBourgeois

I KNOW RIGHT?! THEY WERE FUCKING FLOATING!!!

All you're giving me is fiction

She was thankful that they hadn’t tagged her but she hadn’t been spared by others in attendance. Her post thread had blown up, thousands had commented and even more had viewed the evidence. There was no way she would come out of this unscathed.

“Has anyone been on Twitter today?” The blonde of the family asked as she walked into the dining room. Her eyes focused on her scrolling screen, brows furrowed in confusion. “Actually has anyone seen what’s happening on any of our socials?”

It was early in the afternoon and the family had recently returned home after a straining stakeout. The Joker had broken out of Arkham and the Batfam had to deal with his minions. Dick’s arm was in a sling (sprained from a grapple gone wrong), Jason was icing his hand, Alfred was stitching Bruce’s chest wounds while Tim and the girls escaped without severe injuries. All were still recuperating and finally able to recharge.

Alfred always enforced a strict ‘no devices at the dinner table’ rule; no matter how urgent it was, it could wait until after sustenance was consumed. Tim strongly opposed this, but there was no arguing with Agent A. This all surmises that probably no one had seen the crap storm on social media.

I'm a sorry sucker and this happens all the time

Bruce sighed, bringing his free arm up to rub his eyes. Tilting his head back to look at Steph, “Who was it this time?” Barbara quickly took out her phone to see what Stephanie was talking about, all the while glancing accusingly at Dick and Jason. Both of whom held up their arms (or in Dick’s case arm), declaring their innocence.

“It wasn’t fucking me!”

“Jason! Language!” Dick shot a glare at Jason and was met with one in return. “It wasn’t me either.”

“Then who-“ Bruce started before being cut off by his most rambunctious daughter.

I found out that everybody talks

Stephanie with a squeal, exclaimed that it was Damian. Visions of what the Wayne brat could have done flashed through the heads of everyone in the room. He had been sent overseas before the quarantines and lockdowns hit. During Damian’s first month in France he had been forced into online schooling and then finally when he got to go to in-person classes he hated it. Described the class as a kindergarten with petty and vindictive toddlers.

Had he broken someone’s arm? Was that person of such importance that it had spread over multiple social media platforms? France’s government had announced on June 15th, that teens were now being inoculated so him having COVID-19 was doubtful. Had he insulted the wrong person? Had he taken over the government? He certainly had the potential.

Everybody talks, everybody talks

What they saw stunned them, even Steph as she watched it for the 7th time. Damian Wayne was dancing. But not only that, he was dancing with a girl.

It started with a whisper

“What is this shit?”

No one verbally objected to Jason’s outburst but he was sent a harsh glare from Alfred, Dick and Bruce. Their focus soon returned to the images and videos before them. Babs’ and Steph’s phones were returned to them as the others ran to grab their own devices. They all met back at the table, comparing the posts and comparing their notes.

I can hear the chitchat

“There’s no way this can be real.”

“Jesus Tim,” Barbara rolls her eyes, “have you seen the amount of posts there are? You’d be an idiot to think otherwise.”

Take me to your love shack

“I’m with Tim, how do we know this isn’t some skit. I mean, Demon Spawn almost looks normal. That’s a matter of concern.” He almost dry heaved when he agreed with Tim. Damian couldn’t be capable of naturally exuding that amount of humanity unless there was something in it for him.

Mamas always gotta backtrack

“I was just saying Babs, that we should check the credibility of these images. For all we know they could be gorilla glued together and trying to get unstuck.” Tim cringed at his own reasoning, he really needed to either sleep (probably not going to happen anytime soon) or find his favourite coffee brand (which had been one of the first to vanish after the covid hoarders appeared).

When everybody talks back

Dick was too busy freaking out and spam messaging the youngest Wayne, to defend Damian’s humanity. The family saw this and followed suit, wanting to get information from the source.

Chat name: Alfred supremacy

BigBird: AHHHHHH DAMIAN!

BigBird: YOU LOOK SO CUTE!!!

BigBird: HAIFJDNDNFI

LittleWing: WTF HAPPENED DEMON SPAWN YOU LOOK ALMOST HUMAN

Babs: who knew the city of love would influence the brat

Blondie: they are so cuteeeeeee!

Blondie: We HAVE to meet her!

Silent-but-deadly: agreed.

Timbo: YO DEMON

Timbo: Apparently the videos are legit

Timbo: are you being blackmailed?

And it just devolved into more chaos from there, fueled by the fact that they saw Damian’s ‘Blood Son’ account appear online before vanishing once more. Dick shrieked, “I FOUND HER ACCOUNT!”

The family gathered around the eldest son, peering over his shoulder to view his iPhone 12max screen. They saw a young girl’s Instagram account. It was locked but they could see her profile pic, the girl had black hair and looked to be if Asian decent. They compared it to the videos but it was hard to see due to the hall’s lighting and the minimised facial features of the pfp. Alfred suggested that they search up her username and see who has tagged her, some might have other photos of her.

After research for awhile, the family began to get frustrated with lack of results.

Hey honey you could be my drug

You could be my new prescription

“Come on!” Jason complained, “What kind of teenage girl doesn’t post her life online?” He ignored the girls glares and went back to researching. How had the account by the name of ‘mariiiiinette’ to managed to prevent the entire Wayne clan from accessing it? Damn Instagram privacy settings. He groaned, dragging a hand down his face, “We are fucking stupid. Why don’t we just use the Bat-computer? It would be so much fucking easier.”

“It shouldn’t be used for civilian issues-“

Too much could be an overdose

“The girl could be a meta for all we know! We aren’t safe until we know who she is.” Jason points a finger at Tim, his paranoia flared up and even though he would never admit it, Jason would do anything to protect each member of his family (although Bruce is still debatable).

All this trash talk make me itching

Barbara and Tim took their usual positions as Oracle and Red Robin (who had been banned from patrol due to lack of sleep). The rest of the Batfam stood behind them either with arms crossed or still failing at researching.

Oh my my shit

“The account is owned by a girl called Marinette Dupian-Cheng. She is French-Chinese and her parents own a popular bakery. Also if it wasn’t already obvious, she goes to Collège Françoise Dupont, aka Damian’s French school.” Tim begun informing his nosy family, “But this account has been inactive for the past 6 months, which is strange due to her frequent posting schedule before hand. It seems she probably has a second account and this is her old one.”

Everybody talks, everybody talks

“Not only that,” Barbara interrupted. “There are unopened messages from other accounts that accuse her of being a bully. There is a whole Facebook page about this girl and how she has been hurting her old friends, but neither side seems reliable. The so called victims seem to be twisting the truth but there is barely any information about Marinette so we can’t disprove it either.”

“Read out some of the messages.” Bruce took a cup of coffee from Alfred and sipped it.

The main screen of the bat computer displayed a Facebook group with the banner picture being a photo of Marinette. “They are mostly complaints expected of teen girls when there is a girl they don’t like; ‘Marinette is such a know-it-all’, ‘She is constantly insulting Lila’s intelligence’. They go on to talk about how Marinette was briefly expelled from the Collège before being reinstated by the principle for a reason unknown to them.”

Everybody talks too much

“Her school reports up until this year were good. The newest one states, ‘While Marinette is a wonderful and bright student, I encourage her to settle her disagreements outside of class. This seems to only be a recent occurrence and I implore her to go to the guidance council if she is in need of help.’” A beat of silence echoes through the cave, Tim sighed. “Jason’s meta theory could be correct. She could have just recently started exhibiting her abilities and using them to get what she wants.”

“Bruce what do you want to do?”

“We’re going to Paris.”

She opened her eyes to the blaring morning light that streamed through the blinds. Her lashes still painted with mascara that refused to leave. She felt a pang of sorrow when she was removing her makeup and dress last night, she never wanted the night to end. She shuffled down the stairs to the kitchen, covering her mouth when she yawned. She greeted her mother as she entered the kitchen to get breakfast.

She glanced at her phone and there was the chaos that was started hours ago and it was still occurring. It was the weekend, she wouldn’t need to deal with her classmates until Monday. But she would still have to survive her parent’s interrogation. Out of the corner of her eye she caught her mother smirking at her.

Everybody talks

“Nadja told me some interesting news about last night.” Marinette held her breath, glaring at the toaster, willing it to hurry up so she could escape. “Well,” Sabine patted her shoulder before rubbing Mari’s back. “I know you didn’t want to go but I hope you had fun.”

With that she exited the kitchen, probably going to help her father in the bakery. The ravenette stared after her, eye widened in shock, jumping when the toaster went off. Buttering her toast she went over the conversation, her brows furrowed in confusion. She had expected a ‘When do I get to meet the oh so famous prince?’ or ‘Should I be expecting a new guest sometime in the near future?’ or at least a ‘Who was that young man, Bǎozàng (宝藏 it means treasure)?’ But she said nothing.

A small smile was plastered upon her face as she changed and went down to help her parents in the bakery. Her father didn’t say anything either, he gave her a knowing smile before continuing to kneed the dough. She sat at the the store front as the cashier whilst her parents were busy making ‘Paris’s Finest Pastries’.

Her musings slowly faded as she was brought back to reality by badly hushed whispers. Two young preteens were by the bread roll casing near the door. She had seen them come in before with their parents, the girls went to the prestigious international school over in the 16th arrondissement. The one with purple hair kept whispering to the brunette, both ‘subtly’ glancing towards her. Using her enhanced hearing she listened in on their conversation.

“That’s her, I swear that’s her in the video.”

The blonde’s face soured likes she sucked on a lemon. “No, it wasn’t good lighting there is no way he would dance with someone like her.”

Everybody talks

Marinette had tough skin but their words had an impact, only a small one due to her defence mechanism of repressing emotions. She stopped listening and went back to drawing in her sketchpad, she was in desperate need of a new school outfit.

The two girls eventually came up to the counter, goods in hand. Marinette rung up and bagged their items (paper because save the turtles sksksk) in a tired daze. A phone was shoved into her face, her eyes barely adjusted to view the screen before the blonde spoke.

“Is this your instagram?” She asked in a tone so snobbish that it should be illegal from a person her age. Marinette finally was able to view the screen that was barely an inch from her face. Her old Instagram ‘mariiiiinette’ was displayed on screen, she hesitantly nodded, gaze flicking back to the two in front of her.

The blonde’s nose scrunched up and the purple goth girl squealed in delight. They soon after left the store, their conversation had devolved into ‘See! I told you’ and ‘Yeah, yeah. You were right.’

Walking to school on Monday, she had finally come down from cloud nine. She still rode the tail end of her high as she rushed along her path to her campus, she wasn’t going to be late but she sure wasn’t going to be early. She had spent the better part of the weekend designing and sewing a brand new outfit. Her new look was composed of a black cropped singlet (L'amour gagne hemmed into it and it’s straps), paired matching peach plaid cropped overshirt and a-line miniskirt. Her hair was down, ballet flats were worn and her makeup was the usual with the added edition of a rose gold eyeshadow.

Even though her face was covered in a black and gold mask, she looked hot.

She reached the campus and the whispers started again, people were still buzzing from Friday night. Her classmates, the majority of her grade and the younger years seemed to gossiping before class about the formal’s events. She couldn’t spot any of her friends or the two Gotham transfers, so she was stuck listening the the chitchat. Why couldn’t she have been late like usual?

Damian had a fowl disposition and it showed in multiple icey glares (and that was before he even reached the collège). His family had made their appearance known in Paris at 1am Sunday morning. He could have used his dorm to escape but his family didn’t have the word ‘privacy’ within their vocabulary. He didn’t want to have to pay for a lock replacement due to his brothers’ (most likely Todd with Drake & Grayson laughing at him) lock picking habit.

The Ice Prince was back with full force. He had just been... influenced by all the other couples. Yes he did respect Dupain-Cheng and he appreciated her company & pleasant conversations. He would struggle to hide a small smile at the memory of the dance, even if he denied himself the happiness of normality, he felt content when reminiscing.

“Ooo the Ice Prince is here, did he have a fight with his princess or something?” The voice seemed to mock him.

“The Disney Magic is gone. The demon is back.”

Everybody talks

At the second jeer he shot a glare at the perpetrator. Jon held his hands up in an ‘I surrender manner’, laughing as he joined Damian at his side. The two entered the school’s large foyer and looked to see if any of the classes were open yet. Sadly they weren’t, before he was wrong and the his class was plain torture but this was truely hell.

He saw Dupain-Cheng sitting alone on the stairs, drawing within her sketchpad. He wondered how a girl like her, who always seemed to be involved in other’s lives (for the better) was ignoring all of the comments about her. She felt his focus centre on her, eyes flicking up to meet his, she provided him with a small wave before continuing to draw.

Jon nudged him with an elbow to his ribs and dragged him off to the side, into the boy’s locker rooms. Jon scowled at the door, “It’s a mad house out there. You’ve heard what some people are saying right?”

“Why would I care about these imbeciles?”

Jon jabbed Damian in the chest, causing the demon to stumble. Green eyes darted from blue eyes to the tan finger. “You care when lies hurt people you care about.”

The day began to rapidly decline once the two dance partners took their seats, next to each other. They had both been placed up the back of the class and them sitting together hadn’t been a problem until now apparently. She wasn’t even safe when the teacher started their lecture, whispers and glances were cast towards them. Once the two got to biology it was better, Ms Mendeleiev was a strict teacher and was able to control the class.

Everybody talks

But the recess came. When the bell rang she slowly started packing up her equipment, Alix and Max (who she shared biology with) waited for her; she watched as the Ice Prince left through the door. She knew she didn’t need to be concerned about her friends joining in with the gossiping, if anything they would dispel people and tell them to ‘Mind their own fucking business’ because this whole situations is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous.

She did receive some slight teasing from Alix about being a Disney princess, but Marinette quipped back about the skater’s fairytale story being ‘Pinknette, the Geek and the Beast’. The three met up with the other two of their group, they had just come from geography. Kim was complaining that Argentina was a state in America.

“That’s Arkansas you idiot!” Chloe shrieked, lightly hitting his arm with her white handbag. Max held his head in his hand as he approached, how had his tutoring sessions failed so badly?

Chloe turned to Marinette, a smile forming from her glare. The blonde examined the designer’s clothing, nodding. “You look like you are about to have a hot girl summer.”

Marinette’s face burned, the tips of her ears coated in red. Alix chuckled and nudged her shoulder.

Everybody talks

“Look at her, she is so desperate for his attention that she probably copied those designs.”

“Why do you think he danced with her anyways? Maybe she has something on him? I mean, she forces him to sit next to her in class, who knows what else she has done.”

What. The. Fuck.

Chloe glowered towards Lila’s posy. “We have a fucking seating plan, those cretins-“ She made a motion to storm over but was caught by the ravenette, looking back to Mari, her rage decreased from a boil to a simmer.

“No Chlo. It’s fine, it’s not worth it.”

Everybody talks... back

The group walked out to the school’s front steps, it was a mad house... a mad courtyard? Students sitting on the stairs, on the grass and standing around mingling, all of them now were staring at her. She held her backpack close to her chest (she had swapped her signature coin-bag purse for the pastel pink bag), pretending its a shield. Her friends circled around her becoming an obstacle to prevent their stares. If people were afraid of a scowling Kim then they don’t know the scorn of Chloe or Alix’s bite. And Max, sweet quiet Max.... you better hope he doesn’t have blackmail on you (he probably does), he can dismantle your life with a single anonymous post.

Rushed footsteps approached them. The group was broken apart by a rude Wayne boy, he swept Mari away from the school and the gossip crowds within. Her four friends shouted at him and he kept walking, shooting a glare at them in response. He kept pushing Marinette forward with a hand placed on the small of her back, her backpack was now swung over his other shoulder.

They ended up in her favourite alcove. She had brought him here with the other Gotham transfers for a native’s tour of Paris. It had always been her safe place to be creative.

It started with a whisper (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“My apologises for our rushed departure but you seemed to want to get out of their anyhow.” His gruff tone danced through the silence, his head still peaking around the corner; watching for any unwelcome guests.

“Thank you.” She whispered, her voice almost being carried off by the gentle wind. A genuine smile illustrated upon her face.

“We weren’t able to converse after the events of the other night. I would like to formally apologise once more for my actions causing this adverse reaction. If I had kn-“

“You don’t need to apologise!” She squeaked, hiding her eyes behind her fisted hand. Her shoulders curled inwards as she tried to make herself seem as small as possible, a side effect of her common use of her secondary miraculous form: Multimouse.

“I chose to dance with you, you don’t need to apologise for my own actions.” He stared at her with confusion. He had taken the blame so she wouldn’t need to do so herself; but she had taken it anyways. He had given her an out. Why does she always take the blame, even for things out of her control?

“But if I hadn’t danced with you then you wouldn’t have been the focus of the entire school.”

Marinette stepped forward, her eyes hardened and blazing. “Damian Friday night I went there out of obligation to my friends, I didn’t want to be there. But dancing with you? That was the highlight of my week, probably my month too. I enjoyed our time together.” Her face softened, lips twitched downwards ever so slightly. “I don’t regret anything about that night, but do you?”

He was bad at comfort. Everyone in his family avoided him when they were in need, he plainly didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t visibly upset but he sensed that she is disappointed that he apparently didn’t share the same opinion of the night. The only thing he regretted about that night was letting Jon call him a coward, but then again if he didn’t he never would have danced with Dupa- Marinette.

He picked up her clenched hand, the tension in her body alleviated at his embrace. He remembered how Grayson would apologise to Kor’i or how his father interacted with Ms Kyle. He brought their hands up and placed a kiss upon her knuckles.

And that was when I kissed her (everybody talks, everybody talks)

“I do not regret anything either—“ he cleared his throat, “In fact, I’d appreciate if we would be able to interact more, especially outside of that cesspit.”

Was he...?

It didn’t matter.

She smiled the same dazzling smile she gave him at the dance. She nodded while laughing, “I’d love that.”

Everybody talks

The two stay talking, hidden within their secret alcove for the rest of the day. She texted her parents to say she was with a friend and would be back later that night. Damian didn’t bother texting his family, Marinette knew he had to be back soon due to his dorm’s curfew.

The sun was setting at they walked back together, he did the gentlemanly thing and dropped her off at her bakery door. She could see her mother behind the register inconspicuously looking over at the two of them. Damian’s lips quirked upwards, she was satisfied with his kinda-smile.

He walked back, hands in pockets and a neutral expression upon his face instead of a scowl. He reached his door and took his keys, he found that it was already open. Damn.

His family was splayed out within his two roomed dorm. Todd and Drake were fighting over a place to sit on his bed, whilst his father sat at his desk, watching the commotion. The three of them turned to him as he enter the room, they were the only family members able to attend on short notice; Cain had a ballet audition, Gordon & Brown had concert tickets for tomorrow, Grayson had to take care of Mar’i while Kor’i was on Tamaran and Alfred stayed to ensure no one died during their night time activities.

“We need to talk Damian.” His father stood, leaning onto the desk chair. “The school called and said you had an unexcused absence for half the day. Where were you Damian?”

Damian stared into his father’s eyes. He was fifteen, almost an adult, but was treated like he was ten again.

“I was with a friend.”

“Probably the girl from the dance. Marinette, right?” Todd mocked him. Damian snapped his head in the direction of his bed, glaring at both his brothers.

“That’s what I want to talk about with you Damian. Now I don’t know her personally but from what we’ve discovered through our investigation we have some concerns. What’s happened Damian?”

The youngest Wayne’s glare shifted off of his brothers to the floor, and then finally to his father; his family sitting in wait for his answer. Straightening his posture, his shoulders clicked as he rolled then back. His statement’s tone was sure and steady, “Everybody talks father.”

Everybody talks... back

[neptune-midheaven]

💓 Astro Notes PT 3 ! 💓

+I’m definitelyy gonna do sign posts soon, like houses, planets, asteroids, and all, it’s all gonna have a theme to each topic yada yada yadaa, so look outtt+

>A bit of a long post here so have fun scrolling through it hehe :))

*All aries risings have sign/house synchronization because the house order doesn’t move or if it does move at all it hardly does, only shifting by a sign or two depending on how late the ascendant degree is, this is notorious of aries’ independence streak by wanting each sign to be in their native houses, to feel its house’s full power, aries rules 1st the house of identity so there’s the more symbolic way for this occurring. It’s pure energy here.

*Venus-saturn, especially conjunction, definitely carry a big daddy vibe. It’s more prominent if the two are placed in the angular houses.

*Taurus and libra are both rules by venus, but these energies are distributed between the two signs in different ways. A basic way to differ the two energy wise is taurus is the “masculine” side of venus, libra is far more “feminine”. Both are delicate but in different ways taurus is “heavier”, for it being an earth sign, contrasted with the airy and flighty libra.

*Libra sun is in fall in astrology, the fall meaning the behavior of the sign contradicts the traditional role of the planet, the role of the sun is to stand out from everyone else, its your radiance, what makes you special, it’s your ego and what you take pride in. But libra wants to be relatable to everyone, to NOT stand out, merge and meet and balance !! This is the opposite of aries, aries is independent, “what makes ME independent, me me me !!”, explaining its exaltation when the sun enters this sign, it’s not absolutely the same as leo sun or the suns energy overall but it’s a close fit, almost... perfect, that’s what the exaltation means represents here. Libra is focused on everyone else around them, everyone other than themselves, the people around them and how they can compromise to fit everyone’s needs. I mentioned before they don’t like to stand out, this is excluding fire placements in a libras chart which will create a person who relates well to others but still demands to stand out in whatever planet is in a fire sign.

*Whatever house leo is ruling is wherever your rising sign’s ego is being expressed in, ex: leo in 11th expresses their ego, creativity with friends, causes. This area of life is where you’ll likely take most pride in, excluding the suns placement in the chart.

*Neptune in 7th can attract a lot of partners in need of healing or help. This person is very healing and guiding in relationships, maybe they could even make a good guidance counselor, but I’m not so sure astrologically because I haven’t looked into it entirely, let me know if this is true.

*Neptune in 2nd is the type of person to browse a shop, find whatever they like but never end up buying it, they change their minds about it by putting it back right before they leave. They could’ve been talking about hooow much they want to get whatever they’re holding onto over and over again but never buy the thinggg.

*Aries mercury were always told to lower their voice or be quiet as kids I swear.

*Uranus in 12th feels they should hide their brilliance, these are veryy creative people they just keep it a secret.

*12th house feels like a never ending game of hide and seek, you find the planet sometimes but you’re always in a never ending loop, always searching for it.

*The moon in astrology, when looking into the mother, who’s ruled by the moon in astrology, describes your relationship with her, what she’s like, how she raised you etc...

*Ex: taurus moons, your mother gave you many gifts, she adored youu as taurus is ruled venus which rules gifts and appreciation, she was also very relaxed in your childhood, she still is now. This relationship is a very calm, steady one, moon is exalted in taurus meaning the role of the moon is comfortable in relaxed and comfy taurus.

*Ex: a moon in 8th, the house of intense and psychic scorpio, could have a psychic or even telepathic bond to the mother, this is a very strong connection overall and depending on its sign and aspects is where you’ll find the specifics of the relationship from, the details, how the relationship is flavored.

*Sun in 12th indicates an absent father figure. This placement is difficult, i’m so sorry if you have it because you can never feel like you can be yourself, it’s hidden from you. With any other placement in astrology, there’s a gorgeous, forgiving upside to it, you’re very healing and understanding of others, an empath or at least someone who sucks in the negative vibes out the environment, it can get quite exhausting !! so always need to seclude yourself now and then, you’re very loyal and caring of your loved ones, people love you for your sensitivity and empathy as this placement also makes you an old soul, someone overflowing with wisdom others rely on.

*5th house shows you what your child will be like, what traits they embody, what they will do and even how they act.

*Capricorn risings look elvish, they have high cheekbones a lot like a LOTR character and elvish, chiseled ears. It’s not OUT there but it’s subtle.

*Chiron in 9th has experienced religious trauma.

*A lot of 12th or 8th house placements carry a lot of karma.

*Mercury-pluto (especially negative) can become inconsiderate in arguments, they bring up a ton of shit to use against you, only as long as they can win.

*Scorpio suns are far more optimistic and light hearted than the moon sign.

*Mercury-ascendant aspects can make even an introverted rising sign more out-going, open, talkative (not that introverted risings can’t be talkative this is just what comes with this placement).

*You may be good at something without realizing it, take a peak at your 12th house or quintiles !! For quintiles, look up the trine form of whatever two planets are aspected for the general description since there’s not too much to find online sadly. 12th house is something you don’t really know or realize you’re good at, especially early in life, the secret talent pertaining to whichever sign or planet are ruling/in this house.

*Leo venus take pride in their loverss like damnnnn they literally treat their partners as royalty, king and queen, kissing the ground they walk on and everything, they’re so devoted in love, it’s adorable !! <33

*Pisces and leo moons, THE dreamiest, most romantic moon sign pairr, it’s well known pisces is the hopeless romantic of the zodiac, however to bring up the flamboyant, dramatic leo moon when describing a dreamy romantic you wonder, really ?? Yes this is extremely true ! Both signs, pisces and leo, are fairly alike, almost alike in fact, considering they both create a inconjunction in the natal chart, two signs who share some similarities while still contradicting one another in ways they express these similarities, both pisces and leo are creative, talented, have a love for the arts, film, music, loyal as friends and love to care for others, both are insanely idealistic. Leo rules the child remember !! so they’re a childlike sign with young idealism, an idealistic moon sign here. Both leo and pisces moons are children at heart, they’re so gooey and sweet.

*Sun in 10th can get any job they apply for, they could even be terrible at that job they want, the one they want to try out for, they would even have a breakdown over how terrible they were in an interview but still get the job like HOWW- WITCHCRAFTT.

*Aquarius mercuries were known as the smartest kid in class, the einstein’s of the class, everyone asked for their answers for the homework, they just carry this flair of intellectual superiority just like the sun sign haha.

*Your 12th house is what you unconsciously give off the vibe of, your ascendant and midheaven are noticeable layers, different types of layers of you !!but the subtle layers of the 12th house, sign or planet, can always be sensed unconsciously, 12th house energies are at a higher octave, a higher vibration than the other houses, even 11th, you can notice a person’s subtle 12th house energy but they’re still completely unaware of it as it’s ! hidden ! from them.

*Aquarius venus, and really all air venuses in general, are soo stereotyped UGHH, what I mean by stereotyped is the descriptions of each of these venus signs is literally like the same shit over and overrr again, they all get terrible reps in the astro community it seems almost close minded because it’s also such a hugee generalization. It’s only about how the air venus energy is used, manifested in the person, if its underdeveloped or not. If it’s underdeveloped it’s going to be chaotically afloat from material love affairs, which earth venuses don’ttt like, water too, fire can handle the floaty-ness but if the passion’s not there- BYE !! If you develop an air venus well enough, you can balance the material and intellectual realms in your relationships, this is kinda natural for earth heavy charts with one the air signs here, however fire or even more air could become a little tricky to ground yourself in relationships. Just let your partners know you deserve your space because you guys can really run out of mental power after a while, so it’s necessary for you to recharge !! just don’t ghost people completely when you do, it’s where this immortal stereotype comes from.

*Saturn dominant people are flawless beings.

*Saturn in 3rd, YOU GUYS ARE SOOOSOO SOOO SMART AHH. Their minds are always running at a fast pace like literal lightning, or they become too overwhelming (not in a bad sense ofcc, it’s just how it is) that the person’s speech rhythm is kinda forgotten about in a way, it feels like that their mouths aren’t always running in sync. The thought they’re going to express into words should come out but it’s so quick or even “heavy” it jumbles up a sentence or it causes the person to mix up a word or two. Their minds are fast fast fastt but they feel like their mouths are running in literal slow motion. There’s nothing wrong with this, this placement makes amazingly smart peoplee. Just relax, try letting yourself go in conversation, let all that big, brain energy freee !!

*Alsoo, as singers they would and definitely ALWAYSS get their notes right, they have actual PERFECT voices, they really should become writers or, like I said, singing would be perfect for them because they would never mess up lmaoo.

*Libra, computerized concern and sympathy...

*Pluto in 8th feel unbeatable, indestructible almost, they have above average regenerative abilities, they have the best survival tactics but they keep it a secret, it’s 8th house we’re talking about.

*Whatever saturn is in is the area where you’ll become flawless in, you’ll master that area throughout your life with time.

*There is a guiding planet in astrology, the planet that is closest behind the sun, it’s considered your “second” chart ruler, or basically has the energy of it because you can probably relate to it being one of the most prominent energies in your chart.

*Sagittarius//9th house mercury is soooo blunt, so blunt. Wait did I mention they’re SOOO SO BLUNT.

*Moon in 5th need to perform, they love to get out on stage and perform with their entire hearts, they’ll do amazing in the performing arts, theatre, and honestly they probably already aree. These people are so playful and generally so fun to be around, they’re natural hypemen as well !!

*Taurus venus love to be appreciated by their partners, the gifts, the kisses, the food and allll.

*Neptune in 3rd feel everything in their environment, they can sift through the energies and vibes, it’s second nature, no not second nature, FIRST nature, they’re one with everything around them. Their minds are like a hazy, cloudy ocean containing every drop, every thought of a place, a person.

*Moon in 11th, and 10th too, have a special ability to understand and sympathize with the public, they always know what the public wants and even how to give it to them. This can easily get them famous since they’re extremely understanding people, especially if moon is healthy in the chart.

*Someone with a lot of capricorn/10th house or aquarius/11th house energy is very extroverted, they enjoy socializing with others but suffer from social burn outs often, they often need to recharge.

*Scorpio risings have intense voices, like their tone radiates throughout your head and it can feel intense overall, even when they’re speaking casually. The specific flavor or tone doesn’t matter but how it sounds overall is piercing.

*In astrology, libra rising starts the house cusps with each houses sister signs ruling each cusps ex: pisces rules 6th house, the house of virgo in astrology. Symbolically, libra wants to balance out the houses by blending the energies with the sister signs together, by with what is (house number) and how it’s done (sign on each house cusp), for balanceee !!

*Moon conjunction uranus TRANSITSS can cause literal earthquakes on earth, shocking news or something shocking or groundbreaking will happen that day either around the world and in personal, daily life. Ex: this transit happened on halloween during the blue moon, so basically no one ever trick or treats in my neighborhood, like barely anyone comes out i mean, it’s always 5 houses apart where people typically hand out candy, some people are just hanging out, we always run out of houses to go to since it’s not very active, but this year EVERYONE was out trick or treating it was so crazy to see so many people out, it was quite literally shocking because that actually never happens also there’s a whole pandemic going on too lmaooo.

[jadedxrealityw]

-Rivals- Hermione Granger x Female Reader

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    Kody: I’m using the owls grading system for the story so if that’s not right, sue me i guess idk. 

    Movie/Show: Harry Potter, ignoring the storyline

    House/Year: Ravenclaw / 7th year

    Request:  Can I request a bold ravenclaw reader (her attitude almost could pass as a slytherin ngl) she's been Hermione's rival when it comes to grades and they DON'T get along very well. Reader is the opposite of mione's reserved personality. But rivals don't kiss and make out with each other secretly in the lavatory 😭 pls enemies to lovers (with some tension;) ykyk and then one day, they walk the great hall hand in hand and everyone is like don't they find each other insufferable?

    Possible Triggers/Warnings: if you don’t like lesbians get the hell off my page, sexual tension, enemies to lovers trope, cursing

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    love came unexpectedly at times, you learned that at young age from fairy tales and such. Well all kids did, but kids eventually grew up and came to the realization that fairy tales were exactly what they were, fairy tales. Fiction. Not real. 

    people could call you cold hearted or rude, but you would describe yourself as blunt or brutally honest. Never afraid to speak your mind or point out injustice when you saw fit. To put it simpler terms, professors at Hogwarts preferred you didn’t speak at times. 

    “Your too outspoken Ms. L/n” 

    “Stick to your academics Ms. L/n”

    “You wouldn’t be in detention so much so if kept your mouth shut Ms. L/n”

    merlin, you were exhausted of hearing your own last name. You guessed the only reason you weren’t reprimanded as worse as the Weasley Twins was because you were one of Hogwarts brightest witches, always excelled in academics, in every subject. 

    you couldn’t explain it to others even if you tried other then it just came naturally. Your parents, when they were attended Hogwarts were both just as naturally skilled in there studies as you were. So you must have inherited there ‘big brain’ as your mother said many times before.

    you were never one to gloat though, it was never your style. You were more humble about what you could accomplish. That was until she got involved. That egoistical, hypocritical, Gryffindor girl. Hermione Granger became the bane of your existence early into your fifth year. 

   until then Ms. Granger had been the top of all her classes, no one even came close to her intelligence, naming her ‘The Brightest Witch At Hogwarts’ and Hermione wore that title with pride. Being a Muggle born put a target on her head as well as stereotypes.

    most students and some staff almost immediately came to the conclusion she wasn’t capable of achieving goals that regular half or pure bloods could. It was a terrible way to think, but it was unfortunately the reality of being involved with the wizarding world. 

   Hermione was lucky to have friends like she did that cared about her no matter who she was or what she became, but it didn’t stop her need to feel validated in her academics. It was the one thing no one could giver her shit for, because she was the best at it and no one else was. 

   until that fateful fifth year that was mentioned earlier. It was the time when you finally got your mind and heart into your studie. You blew past most of the student body rather quickly, earning the title of the fastest turn around at Hogwarts.

    it was nice

    then it wasn’t, for Hermione of course 

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    fifth year / past

    “It seems we have two students with an Outstanding this time around” Professor Flitwick spoke as the exams from the previous week had landed neatly onto the wooden desk in front of you. “congratulations Ms. Granger and Ms. L/n”

    Hermione’s head perked up like a cat who had heard a bag of hard food shake from the nest room over, eager. She had never heard that name before, it didn’t come as much as an surprise though considering how big Hogwarts was. She leant to the left where Harry Potter sat. 

    “Who’s L/n? Do you know her?” she asked, casually though Harry knew her better then most. He gave her a half hearted shrug “No clue, try Ron” he suggests. Hermione nods once before leaning over to the right, where the Weasley sat, scowling at his exam. 

    “Mum’s going to kill me” he muttered, bringing no reaction to Granger’s face. He never studied. “Ron, do you know who this L/n is?” she repeated the question she gave to Harry. Ron turns his head away from the parchment and to Hermione. 

   his brows furrowed as he searches the corners of his mind for where he had heard the name from, until the visible light bulb popped over his head- well not so visible actually. “Oh um- Y/n L/n. she’s a Ravenclaw, her parents are certified geniuses. They work at the ministry. Department of magical education”

   his words did not soothe the wracking thought in the young Granger’s mind. “Certified geniuses?” Hermione echos. “If that’s so how come she’s only getting Outstandings now? she must have cheated somehow” she thought aloud. 

    “I surely didn’t cheat”

   like an owl Hermione’s head turned over her shoulder, her two Gryffindor pals doing the same. In her sight was a girl, her age, in a Ravenclaw robe. She had S/C skin with H/L H/C hair and E/C eyes that were staring back at her. Hermione was almost stunned into silence- keyword being almost. 

    “the explain the good grade all of the sudden, L/n?”

   you looked rather confused. You had never met the girl and she was accusing you of cheating because you had never gotten an Outstanding before? Was this a prank of some sort or fever dream? “I studied for once. You have no right accusing me, i don’t even know you that well”

    Harry placed a hand upon Hermione’s shoulder, signaling for her to stop before she caused a scene. Looking back, she should have listened “No right? I have a right to point out people who are just trying to cheat their way through school while people like us actually care about our grades”

    what the Gryffindor girl wasn’t expecting was for you to start laughing. Her friend, Cho Chang joining in, finding it just as equally hilarious. Hermione’s face turned just as bright as Ron’s hair. “What is so funny?” you and Cho slowly come to a stop, breathing in and out. 

    “what’s funny is that your ego is so incredibly large, so much so that it can’t comprehend that someone, not a Gryffindor either was able to match your intelligence. Now shove off ” you said it all with a grin on your face, because you certainly knew you were right. 

    and from that day, you both despised each other

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    seventh year / present

    and with every exam, every questioned called on by a teacher, you fastly became Hermione’s rival. It was a term Cho used, but you didn’t really see it that way since you weren’t competing with her. You never studied harder to make sure you got the same grade, never tried to sabotage her in any way. 

    you didn’t care much about it actually

    but you did quite enjoy her face, the way her nostrils flared up an her cheeks turned a bright red in anger. It was cute seeing her so mad. Sending er a wink or sly grin when she glared at you became a daily routine as well. When at first you ignored her you now loved annoying her.

    never having to say a word was probably your favorite part. 

    that’s probably when feelings began to mix into it, but you either didn’t notice or refuse to acknowledge them at all. You genuinely thought you hated this girl, so why in the world would you ever think you liked her? Makes sense, right? Were not even going to mention the questioning your sexuality.

    “Sit still while i pass out your exams from yesterday. Once you recieve your paper you may get up and leave” 

    “You think if Snape got laid he wouldn’t be such a prick?” the Slytherin boy spoke, leaning towards you. turning your head ever so slightly, you lock eyes with Draco “Why are you even sitting here?” you whisper back, giving him a mock astonished look.

   he rolls his grey eyes, shrugging his shoulders “You never talk to me outside of class anymore” he grumbles. Is he- Is this- What is happening? “That’s because your a little shit and pushed Neville in the hallway yesterday” yeh, you caught his dumbass. 

    Draco’s eyes widen a bit, not knowing you had been in the hallway during the crime. “You saw that?- what are you his protector?” he says, clearly as an insult, but oh little did he know that you were indeed exactly what he just said and would say it with pride.

    “Yes-”

    ���Ms. L/n, Outstanding as usual as well Mr. Malfoy. Good work, the both of you” Snape places the exams in front of each of you, but you were both to busy staring in shock. This bitter, old, mean, crude man just compliment you. Merlin, you had finally gotten fathers approval

    (what in the fuck am i writing)

    “Is this heaven?” Draco questioned, staring bug eyed forward. 

    “No”

    “How do you know?”

    “Cormac is here”

    “Yeah your right, feelings over” both you and Draco sighed, turning to look at each other before laughing quietly. He was a pretty chill dude sometimes. “What!?” the loud screech filled your ears. All heads turned behind you, so you followed that and saw the one and only Hermione Granger. 

    she was huffing and puffing. You feared for the stick and straw houses in the world for a moment. Harry quickly stood up and pushed her shoulders down, forcing her back into her seat “I've never gotten an Exceeds Expectations before” Hermione sputters out. 

    she

    got

    what

    now?

    oh this was rich, absolutely hilarious, so much so that Draco had already began to laugh. “Poor Granger, guess you really aren’t the brightest witch” he taunted. Hermione looked up, glaring daggers at the Slytherin. Merlin, he had such a big mouth.

    then her brown eyes strayed to you, but you only pursed your lips together, providing her no emotion to work off of. In a haste, she collected her things, leaving the cursed exam on the table nd rushing out the door, both Ron and Harry calling out for her. 

    fuck

    standing up, you grab your bag and look down at Draco. His laughter comes to an end and he looks up at you “What?” he asked. You copied his dementor singers from third year, making him look at your hands. You took that time to reach down and flick his forehead. 

    he pulls away, his palm rubbing his head in circles “Bloody hell, what was that for?!” he exclaimed. What an idiot. “This is why we don’t hang out” you deadpan before finally going to exit the classroom, leaving a grumbling, mumbling Draco. Something about you being  ‘mean friend’

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    only having ten minutes until Charms class you began to search the halls. Merlin where had she run off too? The school wasn’t THAT big- okay maybe it was. You had almost called quits, making a mental note to check up on her during lunch when you passed the restroom.

    sniffling and crys were heard. You’ll admit, it kind off hurt to hear. Taking a few steps backwards, you use the palm off your hand to slowly push the door open so it wouldn’t creak like the old shit it was. When it was open just enough for you to fit through, you slip in. 

    gazing around, you see Hermione bent over the sink, sobbing. You could hear her voice becoming rougher by the second as she destroyed her vocal cords. “Granger?” you say, staying a few feet behind her. Hermione looks up in the mirror, spotting you behind her. 

    her distraught expression quickly shifted to anger “You” she seethed. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion “Me?” you say back, crossing your arms. “Leave me the hell alone L/n!” she shouts, angry tears flooding down her cheeks. Raising your hands, you offer your surrender.

    “Shit, sorry. I was just trying to see if you were okay” you admit. Hermione turns on her heels, facing you directly this time before speaking “Oh so now your my friend, your a bully! All you do is step on my toes and try to make me look like a fool!”

    “Are you on fucking drugs Granger? Not once have i ever gone out my way to harm you of any sort. Your the one who is obsessed with trying to be better then me and i never gave a shit. I never wanted to be your rival for three years and i certainly never bullied you!”

    the words you spoke went out one of Hermione’s ears and out the other. For someone as smart as her, she could be quite dense when angry “You don’t get to play the saint, L/n! I have spent those three years studying as hard as i can and you don’t even have to try!” 

   throwing your hands up in the air a crazy person because she was honestly starting to make your brain hurt quite a bit, you laugh loudly “Oh my- no one asked you too! What is so wrong with us being the same?! ” you shouted, finally raising your voice as much as she had.

    “Because your not a Muggle! You don’t know what it’s like to have everyone you meet already assume your not worth their time just because your parents aren’t witches or wizards!” she crept towards you and which each step she took you took a step right the fuck back.

    this chick wasn’t going to hit you, right?

    “I have never judged you for your blood status Granger, i frankly could care less. What i do judge you for is you know, the giant ego thing” you spat back only causing her to gasp in offense “I do not have an ego!” she yells, stepping into your boundaries basically.

   you had tried to back up like before, but you were pressed up against a wall at this point. “Yes you do and it’s as big as Hagrid!” you reply. Hermione grabs the collar of your white uniform shirt, pulling you down a bit so her face was inches from yours, trying to intimidate you.

    “Take it back!” she threatens. In that moment your eyes scanned her face, noting her almost perfect skin, her brown eyes that looked more hazel up close then far away, and her lips. They looked so soft and inviting. You couldn’t quite understand why you were thinking like this all of the sudden.

    but it felt right, so right

    in a swift motion you place your lips on Hermione’s. You had thought she’d pull away, but only half a second later her arms were wrapped around your neck, pulling you as close as possible to her. You tangled one of your hands into her light brown wavy mess and the other pushed on the small of her back. 

    the kiss was messy and sloppy, not amount of anything really could make it appropriate. How did you two go from fighting to almost ripping each others uniforms off? A question no one could really answer but yourself as well Hermione. 

    it was over as soon as it began with Hermione pulling away, leaning her forehead against yours. You could make out the small smile on her face, it made you smile as well. “That was-” she started to speak, but was stopped by her own laughter. 

    “Yeah” you breathed out. What had just happened?

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    four months later

    ever since that day you and Hermione would casually meet up in the lavatory to kiss and feel up on each other after, btween, during classes. Anything really. You both had also not interacted at all outside of these visits. Just stayed away from each other as much as possible.

    most people thought you two had either made up after three years of rivalry or had decided to no longer interact with each other at all. Little did they know right? Speaking of that, you pull away from Hermione, panting for air “We have divination in three minutes” you spoke. 

   her face turned to worry instantly making you grin to yourself “Godric, i have to get out of here. Wait a couple minutes” she gathered her belongings and rushed out the restroom not even leaving you with an goodbye kiss. How rude. After about five minutes or so you leave as well

    once you get to class you look around the room and spot Hermione already sat with Harry and Ron on one side of the arch like sitting area for the students. “Y/n!” oh not again. Turning your head to the right, you spt the Slytherin boy with his mates.

   this guy just doesn’t quit. You plop yourself next to Draco Malfoy “I thought you were going to ignore me again” he admits. Ignoring his statement, you gaze around the people at your table “Where’s Parkinson? If i’m going to be stuck with you gits and Theo i rather it be with her” 

   Theo cracks a smile while Draco rolls his eyes “She’s sick, stuck in her dorms” he explains. You nod mindlessly and look over at Hermione. She was brushing through her hair with her fingers, trying to make it look like you weren’t tugging on it just minutes ago. 

    “What’s that on your neck?” Harry asks, moving the top part of Hermione’s robe with his finger, causing her to swat his hand away “It’s just a bug bite” she says with haste. quick thinking, that’s kinda cute. For some odd reason you liked seeing her explain her way out of a hickey that you gave her. 

    class soon started, but you kept your inventive gaze on her. It was adorable how she would catch you staring and turn a nice shade of red. It brought a smug smile to your face each time. Professor Trelawney had called upon Hermione to ask a question, but she seemed to be too busy avoiding your gaze. 

    “My dear, Ms. Granger” Trelawney said for maybe the third time until Hermione finally fell back down to reality. She looked at the Professor who gave her a kind smile “Oh um-” the Gryffindor put on a nervous smile, her eyes looking to you. You sent her a wink.

    merlin you were such an asshole

    Hermione looked at her lap, trying to muster up the words, any words actually. Her savior wore glasses “Hermione isn’t feeling to well. Can Ron and i take her to the hospital wing?” Harry asked. What a buzzkill. Trelawney nods, waving her hand to the direction of the door. 

    Harry tapped Hermione’s shoulder while Ron grabbed her things and off they went. 

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    a week later

    “I have to head to dinner, you should too. I saw that you didn’t eat during lunch” Hermione spoke, buttoning her uniform shirt. You smile, looking into the mirror so you could fix your hair “Watching me Granger?” you ask, turning away from your reflection.

    “You know i worry about your health” she said, which only made your smile wider “What is that stupid smile for?’ Hermione questions, an amused laugh in her tone. Shrugging, you lean against the sink counter “Stupid? I thought you liked my quote on quote ‘Goofy smile’” 

    Hermione shakes her head, grabbing her bag from the floor “I better see you at dinner or i’ll drag you there myself” she said playfully. An idea popped into your mind. “Then drag me” you smirk, tilting your head to the left. Hermione looks at you, shaking her head again. “You know i can’t”

    “Why not? It’s been four months. I would like to be your-” you stopped mid sentence. You both had never really gave each other labels before. It was always just the casual make out and flirting, but now you were much more. Fuck it “I would like to be your girlfriend in public”

    Hermione’s brow eyes went wide as she heard those words. It becoming a little too real. You saw her conflicted face and immediately felt some sort of shame. Averting your gaze to the ground, you take a deep breath. “Forget i said anything” 

    “No!- i mean. I’m ready. Plus i’m tired of being distracted by you during class” Hermione lightened the mood just a tad. You look back up at her, cracking a half smile “I’m most likely still going to distract you” you point out, making her chuckle. Cute.

    she inhales sharply “Let’s do this” she states confidently, letting out the breath. She reached out, opening her hand for you to grab. In that small gesture, you knew you would be with this woman for as long as you lived. Grabbing her hand, you intertwined your fingers with hers. 

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    hand in hand, you walk into the great hall. Heads turned and pupils dialated at the sight of you and Hermione walking in together. You honestly felt a little self conscious until you saw the bright smile of Cho and Luna as well as Draco who gave you a hidden thumbs up.

    both you and Hermione took  seat at the Gryffindor table. “So Hermione, how long as this been going on?” Harry asked. Hermione glances at you before her best friend “Four months, one week.” she said, gleaming with pride at her memory. 

    Harry looked taken aback at the time, but gave you both a smile “Well at least you both are getting along finally” he says, Ron nodding beside “Yeah- getting along” the Weasley jokes. You laugh a bit before leaning over to kiss the temple of Hermione's head. 

    rivals am i right?

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Happy Birthday

It was 3 am, and Purpled wasn't able to sleep.

He was quietly sitting in his room, petting DogChamp while he was sleeping. Purpled eyes couldn't stop staring at the date showing in his communicator, a strange feeling slowly consuming him.

7th of July.

Purpled's birthday.

He sighed, deciding to do the same he did every year: get a small cupcake, place a match on it, and eat in the early morning. It wasn't a big deal, really.

He left his little tent, heading over towards the restaurant in Las Nevadas. It wasn't open for the public yet, but it was the only place they could have access to a proper kitchen. Purpled opened the Staff Only door, hearing the strange banging of pans and someone whispering swears. Probably another resident trying to have a night snack, Purpled couldn't blame them at all. He stepped in and stopped right away.

Well, he didn't expect to see Fundy in an apron, mixing something in a bowl and an immense mess around him.

"Uh… what are you doing here?" Fundy asked, immediately noticing Purpled's presence.

"What are you baking?" Purpled asked back, not wanting to answer.

"I asked first." Fundy replied, crossing his arms.

Purples sighed, no patience for that at the moment. "I just came here to eat something. Now, you go."

Fundy's ears twitched a little before pressing against his head. "I'm… baking a cake." He muttered, going back to mixing the ingredients.

Purpled, for a split of second, got happy with the info, but quickly dismissed it. No way it could be for him, just one person knew his birthday and Fundy certainly wasn't him.

Purpled noticed orange and green food coloring placed on the table, curiosity now flooding in. "So, did you just get a craving for cake in the middle of the night?" he played as a joke, going back to his search for a single cupcake.

"Nah, man… it's my birthday." Fundy replied, still talking in a low voice.

"No way!" Purpled said before he couldn't contain himself, getting himself into a mess as soon as Fundy stared at him, confusion all over his body language.

"What do you mean by 'no way'? It's not like being born on July 7th was a crime."

Purpled pondered his answers.

He could lie, say he didn't expect it, or that Fundy shouldn't bake the cake for his own birthday, or any shitty lie like that.

"It's my birthday too." It's what came out.

Fundy's eyes widened, then a smile appeared, to Purpled's surprise.

"Dude, that's neat!" Fundy said, now moving towards the cabinets in search for something. "Your favorite color is purple, right?" He stopped for a while, and then went back for the search. "Oh Void, that was a stupid question."

Purpled was still in place, watching as the fox picked a purple food coloring and went back to the cake making, adding more ingredients. "I just need to make more batter so we can have more cake, but it will be fine."

"Wait, wait… what are you doing?" Purpled approached Fundy, watching as he divided the dough into three different recipients. "Our birthday cake." He replied, pouring each food coloring into a different bowl and starting to mix.

"So… the colors represent us?" Purpled asked, just so he could be on the same page.

"Yep."

"Orange is you, purple is me."

"Yep."

"So, who is the green one?"

Fundy went silent for a while, and then opened a sad smile.

"Back before the revolution, when it was just us in a van… we didn't have so much money for food." Purpled didn't get the connection, so he kept waiting. "So, there couldn't be two cakes at my and Tubbo's birthday."

Fundy put each batter into a different cooking pan, putting one into the oven.

"So, Wilbur would bake a single cake, two layers, one orange, the other green." Fundy smiled a little, nostalgic. "It became a tradition, even after L'Manberg came to be."

He decided to use the other ovens in the kitchen, placing the other cooking pans.

"Each year, we had our birthday together, no matter what. Even if we were angry at each other, or we had to hide from the big bad dictator. One time, I had to enter his presidential office to force him to take his head out of the papers."

Purpled just listened in silence, quite in awe. Fundy was really someone that had lived through a lot, and somehow, still held on to little comforting traditions. It must be nice, having something like that.

"But… since L'Manberg has been gone…" Fundy sighed. "I kinda haven't celebrated my birthday. I decided to try this year." He laughed quietly. "And hey! This time I have you! It's not so pathetic."

Purpled chuckled, nodding along. "Well, it's the first time I celebrate my birthday with another person. It's not pathetic."

Fundy beamed, still in a good mood, and took the cakes out of the ovens. He waited for a little while, staring at Purpled, who just stared back. "Don't you think you are going to just watch. Come here and help me."

Purpled shrugged, taking a place right beside Fundy. They stacked one cake over the other, and started to decorate.

Minutes later, they had a somewhat pretty cake.

"It works." Fundy says, after thinking a little.

"It's the first time I decorate a cake, so it's beautiful."

"Eehh… At least it will taste good. It has chocolate." Fundy pointed out.

"Aren't foxes allergic to chocolate?"

"Irrelevant ."

They finished the icing and contemplated their creation before Fundy grabbed the plate, leaving the kitchen and hoping that Purpled would follow him, which he quickly did, even if he didn’t know where.

“If I ask where are you going, will you asnwer me?”

“I mean, it’s not only our birthday, is it?” Fundy contemplated as they passed the toll booth, making Purpled think a little. Yeah, it wasn’t only their birthday.

“Hey, so… Can I call someone else?” Purpled asked, communicator in hand already.

Fundy didn’t even finish saying yes and Purpled was already typing someone’s name into his contact info, waiting for just a few seconds until the other person answered his call.

“Punz? I need you to come over. Now.”

Meanwhile, Fundy was standing in front of a wall of lava. The heat was almost uncomfortable and was definitely unwelcoming. But Fundy had to come back home before Yogurt woke up, so he had a schedule to fill.

“Yo, Tubster!”

No replies.

“Cut the scene, I know you are there!”

Still no replies.

“I can literally see your shiny armor on top of the outpost, you idiot!”

Seconds of no answer, and then the lava started to go down. And so there he was, Tubbo Underscore, with the entire glory of someone who hasn’t slept in the last 2 days. Fundy knew that look pretty well.

“Why do you have a cake?”

Not a hello or good night. But Fundy was used to that.

“Do you know what day it is today?”

“Uuuuh…… Juuuuuunee..?”

Fundy waited to see if Tubbo was joking, all that was left it was silence.

“Tubbo…. That’s a month.”

“But it's the right month.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Are you sure of that, boss man?”

Fundy just stared, kinda worried for Tubbo, cake still in hands. “Today is July 7th.”

“Hm…”

They just stood there, Fundy being able to see the cogs turning in Tubbo’s head. Finally, it clicked. “Oh fuck! Today is July 7th!”

“Yes it is!”

“It’s our birthday!”

“Yeah!!!”

“Holy shit… I haven’t celebrated it since…”

Tubbo shut, eyes unfocused. Since L’Manberg was done. Since last time, at a tiny office with the height of presidential work on his shoulders.

“I know, I haven’t either.”

They faced each other again, and it was different now. It was a look that only them could have, suffering all of that. The cramped days at the van, L’Manberg, Schlatt, New L’Manberg. They could say something about it, some apologies, some “I missed it”, but they weren’t like that.

“I have a couple of cookies and regen potions at the back. Want me to get a couple of them for us two?” Tubbo smiled a little, trying to get back to their old routine.

“It's us three. There’s another birthday boy outside.”

“Wait, who?”

Purpled conveniently walked towards Fundy’s side, giving Tubbo a little wave. “Make it four, actually.” He showed the communicator. “I called Punz, also a ‘birthday boy’” He made quote marks in the air.

“Why do so many of us have the same birthday?” Fundy asked to no one in particular. Tubbo just shrugged, but Purpled had something to say about it.

“I mean, it’s not my actual birthday. I have no idea of when my birthday would be in this world.” He casually said, antennas slightly glowing in the night. “So, I just decided to snatch Punz’”

“Dude, I wish it was this easy to change birthdays.” Tubbo said, thinking. I’d change to something like…”

“4/20.”

“Fundy, you’re a genius”

“I know.”

Purpled smiled a little listening to them talking. It was comfortable, somehow, being part of something like that, even for one night. “I should have gone for 10/10” He added to the talk, taking out some blocks and starting to build a little desk for them to place the cake, outside of both Las Nevadas and the Cookie Outpost. Tubbo laughed, thinking about other funny birthdays while automatically helping. Fundy placed the cake on top of the desk, just staring.

“Wait. We have orange, purple and green. What’s Punz’ color?”

Purpled thought about it, but Tubbo already had a solution “The icing is white. He is white. Solved.”

“I’m what?”

Punz appeared out of nowhere, probably from an enderpearl. “You’re white, like the icing.” Tubbo explained.

“Also, you’re a birthday boy.” Fundy helped.

“There’s four of us” Purpled finalized.

Punz just stared at all four, letting out a sigh and taking off his armour. "Really, Purpled? I thought you were in trouble.”

“I’m never in trouble, you should be smarter than this.”

“You just… decided to throw a party?”

Purpled shaked his head, pointing towards Fundy. “It was his idea.”

Punz looked at the other two, they were arguing over the number of candles. Fundy wanted to put only four, Tubbo wanted to put as many as it could fit. For a moment, Punz could see two different people there, fighting over stupid shit as a third one just stared, amused. It was so familiar, but so different. It hurt.

“But hey, you don’t have to stay if you doesn’t wa-”

“Get me a chair, it’s free food.”

Purpled smiled, a real one for once, and gave him a chair.

The four of them sat on the table, Fundy being the one to stood up after finally settling with a normal amount of candles on the cake.

“Ok, now we sing.”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“We ain’t singing, bossman”

“It’s sad if it's for ourselves.”

“It’s not??”

Purpled saw this banter would drag until sunrise, so he picked a bottle, catching everyone's attention.

“Lets keep it simple, boys. Happy Birthday to us.”

Punz gave him a small smile back, grabbing a potion for himself. “We made it through another year, what a win.”

Tubbo laughed to himself, joining the toast. “Still one life left, gotta keep like that until next year.”

Fundy was the last one, a grateful smile on his face. “Glad we have each other this time.”

“If the cake is good, I will come to next year’s party.”

“So it was nice meeting you, Punz.” Tubbo joked, making the rest of the table laugh a little.

And there they stayed until the sunrise slowly appeared in the distance, bathing them in a golden, lazy light.

“Damn, this was fun.”

“Not the best cake, but I’ll come back.”

“Fuck off.”

Tubbo was asleep on the table, finally able to relax. Fundy poked him, with no reaction.

“I can carry him inside, don’t worry.” Punz guaranteed, getting up.

“Thanks man, I have to go before my kid wakes up.” Fundy smiled, getting the empty cake plate.

“You have a kid?”

“Yeah, his name is Yogurt and that gremlin needs to be kept on a leash.” Purpled interrupted, earning a weak slap from Fundy. “Shut up, my kid is not a gremlin, he has just a lot of energy.”

Punz laughed, picking up Tubbo like a sack of potatoes, still with no response. “Thanks for the party, guys.”

Fundy smiled back, waving. “Happy birthday, Punz.”

“Happy birthday, boys.”

And they walked in opposite paths.

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Take Care of Me- Oliver Wood x Reader

You could barely see the game in front of you, it had been pouring down for hours. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had been racing around the pitch, and had been at almost the exact same scores the entire game. Your eyes followed your boyfriend as he kicked as many quaffles as he could away from his hoops, while also trying to dodge the bludgers that zipped his way ever so often.

You wondered if he was going to be okay after this game, before you were promptly pulled out of your thoughts by Lee Jordan’s commentary.

“Harry Potter makes a daring move... and it seems as though... HE’S CAUGHT THE SNITCH!” as Madame Hooch shouted out the results of the game and Gryffindor’s side erupted in applause, Oliver flew down to the bottom and looked as though he was about to collapse. 

You made your way past other spectators, down the stairs and crossed over to the field with an umbrella and a spare coat to wrap around his shoulders. 

“Thanks, love.” He said as you both walked towards Gryffindor Tower, him slightly limping.

“Ollie, your walking strange!”

“Bludger grazed it, I’m fine, I’ll go see Madame Pomphrey in the morning.”

“Uh, no, we are making a detour to the Hospital wing, you need your ankle fixed before it gets worse.”

“Y/N, please, I’m exhausted, I promise I’ll go in the morning, but right now I really just want to go and relax without Pomphrey worrying over me. I missed you. Bloody eight hour game.” He mumbled out the last part and you laughed a little before helping him up through the common room, and towards the 7th year dorms. 

Oliver leaned on you and clutched your shoulders and side, shoulders tense.

“We won, but I still think that was the worst game we’ve ever had.” You giggled a bit before holding him up and leading him over where he promptly collapsed on his bed. 

“Well, if it helps, the Puddlemere scout was right next to me and she had some nice things to say about your plays. Apparently your blocking style is ‘unique’ and ‘just what Puddlemere needs’!” He perked up and looked at you with a grin on his face.

“Really! Yes! Whoooo hooo- ow my fucking ankle!” he winced after he put a little too much pressure on it.

You pushed him back towards the bed and he allowed himself to fall backwards onto it. 

“I’m just glad you weren’t too badly hurt. Hate seeing you like that.” He nodded in agreement and nuzzled his head under your chin rather incessantly. 

You looked at him puzzled as he continued his cuddle crusade.

“What are you doing, Ollie?” He responded only with a slight whine and a rolling motion of his hips towards you, as you nodded your head in understanding. 

“You just spent eight hours on a broom and this is what you’re thinking about? Not that I’m complaining.” 

Oliver responded only by continuing to rut against you as you slowly helped him out of his uniform. 

“Want you to take care of me, Y/N. Please, fuck, take care of me.” You helped him wriggle his way out of his uniform and he whimpered as the air hit his cock. 

“Is this what you want baby?” You slowly trailed a finger up the underside of his length, relishing in his squirms of protest and the pleas that left his mouth.

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

You shrugged and kissed the head of his cock.

“That’s all you had to say, love.” And with that, you wrapped your lips around him and sunk down. 

“Fuck! Please, love.”

As you bobbed up and down on him, Oliver threw his head back and threaded his fingers through your hair. 

As you sped up your ministrations, he let out a groan that told you he was close so you stopped, causing him to moan in complaint.

“Patience, Ollie.” 

You opened the bedside drawer and pulled out lube and a well loved dildo. Oliver noticed you lubing up the toy and smirked. 

“No prep?” You rolled your eyes and replied. 

“We both know you used this on yourself before the game, there is no way you’re tight already.” And with that, you slowly eased it into him, reveling in the litany of moans he let out. Pressing a kiss on the his inner thigh, you let the toy bottom out inside Oliver. 

“I-fUCK, harder, please!” He arched his back and tried to push himself deeper on the toy. 

You slowly eased it out of him as he squirmed, and waited until he stilled, before shoving the dildo back into him as he screamed in pleasure. You set a punishing pace, kissing away the tears that made their way down his cheeks.

“Such a good boy for me. So sweet.” You trailed your index finger down his chest, nail lightly scraping the skin. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please let me come.”

You used the toy to hit his prostate as many times as you could as he whimpered.

“Come for me, love.” Oliver howled as he came, painting his stomach with stripes of white. You let his breathing slow and used your fingers to scoop up the liquid, before placing them into his mouth. 

You rested his head on your shoulder as you eased him closer to you. 

“I love you, I hope you know that.” You laughed a little bit. 

“Well I should hope so, I just spent the better part of twenty minutes getting you off.” He barked out a laugh and moved up a little, groaning in a mix of pain and pleasure when he felt the toy shift around in him.

“Are you going to take this thing out of me?” You reached down and slowly pressed it in and out as he moaned. 

“Or maybe round two?” You let the toy hit his overstimulated prostate as he let out a mewl of pleasure, his dick twitching. 

“Please.”