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Hey! Could I request a full bouquet for a Harry Potter matchup! I'm a ravenclaw and either marauders or the golden trio timeline works with me! I'd like a romantic theme, please; along with a male character below the age of 18 (I'm 16). I'm considered to be a sarcastic person, I'm also very good at giving advice and I'm considered to be the mom friend of the group. I like reading and studying, and adore academic validation. I also tend to get very competitive if someone's better than me at something I'm passionate about. I like doing ballet and swimming. I'm also an avid romance reader, I've read almost every romance book to ever exist haha. Thank you and have a great day <3

Sirius Black X G/N Ravenclaw Reader !Matchup

A/N: Please don't repost on any other platform other than Tumblr :)

I had a hard time choosing but I see Sirius Black (6th year)  from the marauders timeline sooo much so I’m going to go with him if that's okay :D

Sirius Black X Ravenclaw Fem Reader

(Blurb) 

You had no time to lose, the library was about to close but you desperately needed that book on Potions. You were determined to get an O for the next test the following day, but had forgotten to pick up some of the required reading beforehand. You finally reached the dark oak library doors but as you twisted the door knob you realized… it was locked. Bloody hell. You were locked out, however you would not let Severus beat you again in potions. So you muttered a soft alohomora under your breath and heard the satisfying click of the lock before entering the dark hall. You had to make it quickly to the second floor of the library before any loitering ghosts like Peeves would spot you and likely rat you out to the librarian as he had done the previous week. You tiptoed as fast as possible behind shelves and up the metal stairs before hearing a large BANG noise. You were sure you were busted as you turned in the direction of the sound. You were shocked to meet Sirius Black face to face holding a strange metal vase from a nearby shelf. “Fancy meeting you here L/N” he said as smoothly as possible before quietly setting the vase down on its pedestal. “Same to you” you said dismissively as you promptly turned in the other direction about to find that potions book. “I wonder why you’re here l/n” Sirius, to your dismay, followed on your right just a pace behind you with an amused look on his handsome face and hands folded behind his back. “None of your business Black, you can go back to whatever it is you were doing.” you waved him off trying to ignore the swarming butterflies in your stomach. He sauntered off and as you finally held the book you needed in your hand you heard the librarian’s loud and shrill voice as she scolded Sirius. “Mr. Black you should be ashamed of yourself, walking around here at nearly midnight on a school night no less?!” She gripped him by his arm, her sharp nails digging into his skin. You managed to duck behind a shelf in time to avoid her gaze but made eye contact with Sirius and offered a sympathetic smile as you watched from afar. “Well, Mr. Black were you here with Mr. Potter, Mr Lupin, or anybody else?!” She pointed at him with her finger and he looked away from you as he answered her “No, Ma’am I was here alone tonight.” You just shook your head and smiled as you watched the librarian haul Sirius away but not before he shot you a quick wink over his shoulder causing your face to heat up in a rather embarrassing way. Well, at least you got that book you wanted, and more…

(Song) Fluorescent Adolescent- Arctic Monkeys

Now I know canonnly Sirius wouldn’t be an Arctic Monkeys fan, but this song just reminds me of him. Hope you like it toooo :)

(Headcanons)

Okayyy I know everyone has said that Sirus is more likely to go for a S/O who is in Gryffindor but I kinda  disagree, I feel like as long as his S/O wasn’t in Slytherin then he wouldn’t care. And he loves the fact you are in Ravenclaw. I think he likes sneaking in and out of places- Including the Ravenclaw Common room. 

Before and leading up to when you two begin dating I feel like Sirius is always around you, as soon as you do something small that captures his attention he is never letting you go. Ex: You answer a question in a class where you are more reserved so all of a sudden he hears your pretty voice and he’s enthralled and is interested in you. 

STUDY DATES- at least once a week, I have a belief that  Sirius is smarter that he would let on so maybe he would play dumb on certain subjects just to get you to explain them to him. 

He 100% knows you love romance books and sometimes you might find little notes in your favorites by pages you’ve bookmarked or highlighted saying “I definitely did this last month” or “You bet we are going to try that later” sometimes even little remarks or jokes about whatever the protagonist is doing. 

Ever since he found out about you taking Ballet lessons/ practices he would start to show up to your recitals and performances always in awe of how graceful and delicate you danced. And of course he brings you a bouquet of your favorite blossoms. He also 100% drags the marauders along, though they might grumble at it at first they are soon in awe of how skilled you are too. After the performances when he greets you off stage i just know he would have a witty comment to say as he hugs you and hands you your flowers. 

Thank you sooo much for being so patient with me, school has been more crazy than I would have originally thought for this semester! <3

I hope you enjoyed!

-Anna

#headcannons #x reader #fluff #g/n reader #ravenclaw #harry potter fandom #drabble #wizarding world #hp marauders #hp x reader #marauders #sirus black #matchups

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“hey, you,” apollo mused with a cheesy smile, allowing his sunglasses to slide down his nose so she could see his eyes, “i think you’re blocking my view.”

“ha ha. just as funny as ever, brother,” artemis hissed with a roll of her eyes.

“you’d die of boredom without me,” laughed apollo, leaning out of his car to be closer to her chariot.

“surely,” bit back artemis, a softness settling into the corner of her eyes that only apollo ever saw. his smile softened as well but never dimmed.

“same time in twenty years?”

“i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

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Roronoa Zoro Falling In Love Headcanons (One Piece)

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro (Live Action One Piece) x Reader

Rating: Fluff

Word Count: 1.6k

Author's Note: After lacking a bit of inspiration recently I just finished watching the live action One PIece on Netflix and am completely obsessed, especially with Zoro! So here a few little headcanons for him, and I might do a part two of relationship headcanons too. Also requests are now open for any of the one piece characters so send them in! 💗☺️

- Oh Zoro. Truly the epitome of a heart of gold hiding behind a sarcastic, borderline cold, facade. A man who pretends to be affected by nothing, despite having so much space inside him for friendship and devotion.

- Chances are he'd first come across you when he and Luffy are docked in another new town. Maybe you're a pirate whose name he's heard in passing and considers trying to capture for the bounty. Maybe you're someone who just loves and helps out the small seaside village you live in, trying to make a few Berry from the ships passing through. Maybe you're the next key step to reaching Monkey's dream of finding the piece. Whatever he expects to find when your paths cross, it certainly isn't you.

- Before he even knows you're the person he's looking for, one look at you and he knows you're important. Like you exist in a slightly brighter light than everyone else he's ever met before, and he's not sure if he should shield his eyes or if he can't bear to look away. He stops dead in his tracks at the sight of you, the first glimpse enough to have his heart pounding in his chest like it never has before. Luffy watches his usually stern friend let his mouth fall open in silence, baffled by his actions until Nami leans over and whispers to him. Zoro can't hear exactly what she says but he hears the word 'crush' and feels his stomach churn at the thought. He wants to run, but he's unsure whether he wants to go towards or away from you. He grips his white katana as a panicked instinct when finally you glance up and send a friendly smile to the eclectic group of pirates standing, staring at you.

- Luffy can tell before you ever say a word that you're good and kind, and destined to be aboard the Merry as a part of his crew. Zoro can't bring himself to do anything but loom over his captain as he makes a sales pitch. The part of his brain that likes to be in control hopes that you're busy and tied down, that you'll reject Luffy's offer and he'll never feel as shaken and desperate as he does in this moment again. A much bigger part of him knows that he won't survive if you say 'no'. Like without you he might never dream again, doomed to spend the rest of his days sailing aimlessly, searching for the same rush he feels every time you look up at him over his friends straw hat. Thankfully Monkey rarely asks someone to join his crew that he isn't certain will eventually say yes. And so you do, accepting it's time to try a new path and join this strange group of good-hearted sailors, hoping for a new shot at your dreams.

- Monkey, Sanji and Usopp are all friendly from the get-go. They can't wait to share stories of their journey so far, and make sure you feel as safe and at home on the ship as they do. Nami takes a bit longer to open up to you, but when she does you can understand why, and while her friendship is harder to earn, it feels all the more solid for it. And then there's Zoro.

- You notice that whenever you all walk into a room, he'll always take the position or chair next to you, awkwardly stepping in front of Sanji on more than one occasion, or forcing himself into a tight spot rather than create distance between the two of you. He doesn't often strike up conversation first, but when you ask him something about himself he always looks very relieved and happy to have something to talk to you about. If the group has to split up he'll always stick by your side, taking the role of keeping you safe to heart. Your unspoken bodyguard. It gets to the point that the crew adjust to leaving a spot next to you for him to settle into, and never asking him to go out without you. All the while Nami takes great joy in speculating on his behaviour with you, and teasing Zoro for his complete inability to act like a normal human being. Sanji has to lay off his harmless flirting with you after he notices the daggers Zoro's shooting at him, and he's sure one night at a bar he heard him start to draw his sword when he put a hand on your leg.

- It doesn't take many conversations with Zoro, or many chats with Luffy who spends a lot of his time telling you about how wonderful and impressive Zoro is, for you to start finding his strange behavior more than a little flattering. The tall, talented swordsman can't help but soften under your gaze, and you feel yourself slowly leaning closer to him every time he settles at your side, before long finding yourself practically draped against him when the group find themselves at some gaudy bar on the outskirts of a marine base, failing to keep a low profile. Usopp insists on dragging you onto the dancefloor, and thankfully Nami asks Zoro to come dance with her before he has to either sit without you, or volunteer to dance of his own volition. Despite his athleticism, of course he's a terrible dancer, all uncoordinated movements and awkward energy as he fails to copy Usopp's charismatic moves. Taking pity on him, you take his hand in yours, letting him hold you closer as the rest of the group seem to fade in the crowd behind you having seen more than enough of his desperate longing to stick around for this. As Sanji and Usopp slink off to find another drink, Nami and Luffy can't resist keeping just in view so they can watch on as they finally see Zoro smile widely and let his guard down, relaxing against you as the pair of you sway. Nami wants to make a bet on if Zoro finally gets the nerve to say something about his feelings, but after a few months of being her closest friend she decides to just root for you both instead, trying to pull Luffy just far enough away to give you two some much needed privacy.

- As you feel his arms encircle you, a soft sway in his hips that matches yours, his mouth drops open and closed a few times over. It's always hard for him to find the right thing to say to you, but when he has you this close, with your eyes sparkling up at him, it's almost impossible to even think. It's all consuming living on the same ship, his heart jumping in his chest every time someone enters his cabin in case it's you, his feet taking him to stand outside your quarters almost every day just willing himself to knock on the door and finally put words to his devoted actions. He couldn't fight his longing to be near you for even a day, and watching you open up to him and start to inch closer yourself, he can't help but hope that you might be feeling just a drop of the ocean of affection he navigates for you. His eyes focus intensely on yours as he tries again to speak, stumbling over the word 'I' a few times before resigning himself to silence for another night.

- You could see the conflict of fear and hope in his eyes, the man of few words clearly straining to explain things his training had never left room for. He was trying, and you were sure you knew what he was going to say, but you didn't think you could be the one to articulate it for him. That didn't mean you couldn't give him a bit of encouragement.

- Trailing your hands over his arms to settle on his shoulders, you stepped flush with his body, the extra contact enough to stop his gentle sway and turn his whole frame rigid. With the softest smile you could muster you leaned up onto your tiptoes, giving him a moment to pull away before letting your lips press softly to his. It was just for a second. A mere moment of soft, sweet, contact. The kind Zoro had never even let himself imagine because it felt so far out of reach for him. But it happened, and it was perfect. A wide grin spread over his face at your action, finally feeling like he might be able to share his life with someone other than the ghost he carried with him on his hip.

"WAHHOOOOOO!YES YES YES!"" A deafening cheer echoed through the bar, shaking the light fixtures and turning every single head towards your ecstatic captain. Nami looked mortified as Luffy continued to punch the air in celebration of his first mate finally achieving a dream a little less violent than he'd first set out for, his joy for his friend all consuming and without an ounce of tact.

"Luffy! Stop it! We'll leave you to it." Nami had to physically drag him away as you heard the unfamiliar sound of Zoro laughing to himself, the grin across his cheeks only spreading as his focus returned to you. Leaning back in to find your lips again, he whispered,

"What Luffy said."

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Could you do another needy Zoro x reader fic? Idk why but I love them so much lol.

Author's note : Hi hi!!! ( ꈍᴗꈍ) I swear, I'm not dead. Just dont have any motivation to write lmao. Anyways!!!this was sitting in my draft for a while now,so i thought I'll post it!enjoy my loves

I was born to love you

Roronoa Zoro x reader

Warnings : none,pure fluff, slightly bickering couple, sleepy and needy zoro for everyone

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"why do you love me?"

The question startles you from your half asleep haze. The hand around your hip continues its comforting caress ,and your racing heart immediately calms down.

"Hmm?"

Zoro huffs, unhappy to repeat himself (which you know its from embarrassment,and not anything else) and pulls you slightly closer. You feel a gentle press of his lips on your hair and you nuzzle happily to his side.

"I asked,why do you love me."

"Well that's a silly question,dont you think?" You mumble,fingers tracing his hard chest.

"Humor me."

"Alright," you sit up slightly to lay your head on his shoulder instead, "i dont think i have a reason. I just love you. I loved you ever since the moment i saw you."

"That's so cheesy." But you can feel a slight smile in his voice which makes you laugh.

"Well, someone has to be the romantic one in this relationship,and i cant see you ever becoming one." When your laughter subside,you take a minute to listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the ship;the slow movements of the hammock lulling you back to sleep, "i dont need a reason to love you Zoro."

"Is that so?"

" Mhm," you nod in the darkness but you know he's felt it from how his grip around you tightens slightly, "i love the Roronoa Zoro that always acts tough,but is soft at heart. I love the man who loves so deeply,but doesnt like to show it. I love you, because you're all i ever need."

Zoro is silent at the end of your speech,to the point you think he might have fell asleep. So you poke his chest to get his attention.

"Now,why do you love me?"

"Who said i do?"

You huff and blindly slap his bicep.

"Answer!"

Zoro groans but complies, "i just do,i dont need a reason."

"You're so unfair,Zoro" you pout,but you're cut off by the yawn that escapes you. Your eyes flutter,and you feel yourself losing to stay awake, "you make me list the reasons why i love you,but you only say that? you're so...mean..."

Zoro says nothing as your breathing evens out;his other arm circling your smaller form.

He presses his lips to your forehead and breaths your scent.

"I just believe....i was always born to love you since the beginning."

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Hey! So I saw you were doing matchups and GODS I couldn’t help myself, I’ve always wanted to try one so… here’s a “few” things about myself:

I like to think of myself as a daughter of Hades or Hecate (yes, I’m a female this is NOT a typo), not sure which since I have traits that could branch from either one. I’m said to be loyal, HEAVILY sarcastic, rude yet kind, creative, playful, something about forgetful(?), and impulsive af. There’s just something about doing something first the moment it comes to your brain than thinking about it that just works. I mean, as Leo said, “thinking tends to disrupt the flow of thinking less.” (Wait, what do you mean that isn’t it? Well… close enough). I’ll always be out there making jabs and annoying my friends on the daily, but also showing my concern and affections if they’re not okay. No matter if they’re just sick or tired. I listen to them whenever there’s something going on, and always try to give advice if I could. Even if I’m not the best (horrible) at it.

Can you tell that I love my family- I mean friends? I’m not gonna lie, I’m willing to take a whole punch to the kidneys or bullet to the chest just for them. I’m not sure if I’m exaggerating or not, but, I don’t know, I just feel like I would take series of Ls just for them.

Is that weird? Yeah, it probably is…

Anyway! What else is there to say… oh!

I love swimming, learning about Greek mythology, listening to music (like musicals), and vibing all around. There’s nothing better than just chilling around (preferably in bed) after another tedious day of life and it’s… life. It just hits RIGHT. But I HATE insects, especially flies. If I see those stupid, fat, spindly-legged ass creatures then I’m running away with my tail between my legs. I don’t know why those scare me in particular, but they do. It’s weird.

But, that should be it! I’m sorry if it’s too long, just take one look and tell me to shorten it if you want. I’m willing to adjust if needed. Have a good day 😊

(Oh yeah, before I forget, I would like to be paired up with a male character and I’m underage (16) so… yeah!)

Matchup! Daughter of Hecate Reader X Leo Valdez

PJO/ HOO universe

(Blurb) Oh Gods. They were everywhere. Those stupid giant mosquitos that never seemed to catch a hint. You were armed with a flyswatter, in a fighting position, on top of your bunk and swatting aimlessly in the air. You were NOT going to back down this time. You forgot a few things occasionally, but you weren’t prepared for forgetting to shut your cabin door behind you before going to eat breakfast. You yelped out in fear as a ginormous mosquito flew inches away from your face. So this is how I die, you thought, annoyed at your previous forgetfulness. You spent a good 20 minutes up there fighting the urge to scream. You siblings were already out and about the camp and were nowhere near to help you. You had made a very handy fly repellent and bug spray but it was sitting on the potions-work table on the opposite side of the cabin. Stealth Mission Kill Flies: GO you decided to pull a mission impossible and jump your way over to the table before they closed in on you. You positioned yourself, ready to jump onto the other bunk a few feet away. 3…2….1..JUMP, you leapt up into the air and face planted onto the other top bunk. Thank the Gods. “YES” You yelled out, excited to finally be one step closer to your goal. You readied yourself for another leap of faith, only to hear a stifled laugh, before you looked over in horror At Leo Valdez, who had just witnessed that whole thing. “Oh…heyy Leo, I can explain-” you flushed with embarrassment. “No need, I think I know what’s going on.” Leo walked over to the bunk you were currently towering over. He looked up at you with an amused smirk across his face. You had a hard time trying to fake annoyance, rather than succumbing to the blush now covering your cheeks. As if on cue, a swarm of big ass mosquitos darted toward you swarming across your head and getting in your face. You yelled out swatting in every direction and didn’t notice how unbalanced you were. You got most of them, except for one, as you reached out to swat him you lost your balance on the edge of the bunk and fell off the top. You braced yourself, expecting to hit the hard wooden floors, when much to your surprise you felt two arms wrapped around you and your head leaning against a shoulder. Oh GODS, Leo had caught you from your fall. You sat there for a second before coming to your senses and jumping out of his grasp. “I’m so so sorry, Leo.” you began to apologize “I swear I’ll be more-” you covered your face with your hands, “No-No problem,”He shook his head, face red as a tomato “it’s all good, Just didn’t expect you to fall for me so early in the morning” He gave you a winning grin before walking over to the bug spray and warding off your unwanted intruders. “I just stopped by to see if you wanted to head down to the lake together to meet up with Piper and Jason?” he held out his hand to you. You rolled your eyes at his cheesy line before debating your plans for the day, “I guess as long as long as we don’t miss training later” You grabbed his hand, fingers interlocked and bit your lip to hide your growing smile. “Wouldn’t dream of it” he led the way out of the dark cabin and into the daylight outside. My hero, you thought. But you'd never tell him that....

(song)

Mission Impossible theme…/j 

Actually though “Bewitched” by Laufey just gives me soft, in love feels. Which I think is kinda perfect for a witchy camper :) Also the lyrics really resonate with the blurb I wrote and what I picture your relationship to feel like, “You wrote me a note cast a spell on my Heart”. 

(Headcanons)

You and Leo are chaotic energy X 2 honestly X10. Like non stop banter at Camp, on the Argo II, everywhere you guys go it’s like a contest to see who gets the final say. There 100% is a chalkboard somewhere on board with a tally of arguments/ conversations won (you’re in the lead with about 27, Leo has 22). 

While you’re both funny people to be around, you are able to find this sensitivity with certain topics and especially with Leo and his trauma surrounding his mom’s death, you always try your hardest to comfort him, even if you don’t know exactly what to say. He appreciates every moment of it, and you kinda just hold him in your arms as he vents to you.

Lake dates are totally a thing, whether it’s just you two, or  with the whole prophecy of 7 in tow you guys make it a habit to go on swims and walks along the shore of the lake every night to take a break from the tiring life of a demigod child of prophecy. 

Leo admires the fire you have within you, to stand up for others, and to speak your mind, he knows you to be the most loyal person at camp. You’re like the big sister for all the little kids, I imagine you especially doting on the demigod kids who are children of minor gods and that end up getting overlooked at times. You’re their advocate and Leo is just HEART EYES. 

After coming back from that final battle with Gaia, you needed a few days to process everything and to be alone, away from other people. Leo was more than happy to calm down your normal schedules and spend a few days on your bunk talking, reading, or just napping in peace and quiet. 

Thank you for your requests and thank you so much for your patience Anon!!

hope you like it :))

-love, Anna <3

#headcannons #x reader #fluff #pjo x reader #pjo hoo toa #requests #matchups #leo valdez x reader

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this art style is everything omg 😭👏🏼👏🏼

This was a palate cleanser

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Percy: I'm not that in love with Annabeth Grover: You doodled your wedding invitation Percy: No, that's our joint tombstone Grover: My mistake

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RIGHT WHERE I WANT TO BE : ̗̀➛ SIRIUS BLACK

summary: it's only when lily accidentally spills amortentia on you and all you can smell is cigarettes and dog fur that you realize you're in love with sirius — probably the only person in the world you shouldn't be in love with.

"Oh, crap!" Lily seems on the verge of panic as she stares at the fresh stain on your clothes. "I'm so sorry!"

Somewhat shocked, you reach your hand to the front of your uniform and try to rub it away. It's no use. "It's okay," you assure her gently, relieved that the liquid didn't spill on the clean set of clothes you were folding instead, "it was an accident."

You put the clothes safely away in the trunk near your bed. They still have the fresh and clean scent of lavender. Your uniform, however…

Lily points her wand at your chest, and the stain quickly disappears. She had rushed through the entrance of the dormitory fast as lightning, crashing right into you and spilling…

Well, what exactly?

"Lily," you bring a hand to your own face, sniffing, then sniffing again. "What is this? It smells like a wet dog and-"

Your eyes meet and you immediately dislike the look on her face. Too much restrained excitement slowly bubbling up...

"-cigarettes…" you trail off, some sort of realization dawning on you way too late.

It can't be.

Lily bites her lower lip as if trying to hold back a smile. "Is that what it smells like to you?"

You also catch the scent of quill ink and freshly brewed coffee, so it can only be…

You put your hand away from your nose as if it's on fire.

"Tell me this is not what I think this is."

"If you're not thinking of Amortentia, then yes."

"Why would you brew Amortentia?!"

"For Professor Slughorn," she sees the confusion etched on your face and looks positively horrified. "Not for Professor Slughorn to drink! Ew! I said I'd like to try brewing one because it's, you know, a bit complicated and I've never tried before. He said he'd give Gryffindor some points if I succeeded. I didn't know you would… you know, smell Sirius."

"I never said I smelled him!"

"Okay! Okay," Lily raises both hands in surrender. Then, quieter, she adds, "You can pretend all you want."

You sigh. "Did you only have this vial?"

"Well, there should be some potion left in the cauldron, I think."

Great. An opportunity to escape this beyond strange situation. "I'll go get it for you."

"But I-"

You're out the Gryffindor common room before Lily has a chance to question your offer. The need to get away from that impending conversation is stronger than anything else right now.

Your heart is racing as you walk through the corridors of the castle, heading towards the dungeons, where Potions class usually take place. Each step is an effort to calm your turbulent mind and find some peace.

Upon reaching the Potions classroom, you welcome the silent space as you enter. The characteristic smell of magical ingredients and herbs fills your nostrils, bringing a familiar and almost comforting sensation… until you catch that smell. Amortentia.

You look around, searching for Lily's cauldron, which she mentioned leaving behind.

It's not hard to find; the smell is quite distinct, enchanting, all the things you love most in the world somehow united in a single aroma.

The cauldron is sitting on one of the workbenches. You approach cautiously, making sure not to knock anything over. Then you rummage through the shelves for an empty vial and pour some of the potion into it, feeling like you're doing something wrong even though Lily had Slughorn's permission.

The door opens, and you almost drop a row of glass bottles as you turn to look.

"What are you doing here?" he asks.

It's Sirius. Of course, it's him.

He closes the door behind him, and your heart skips a beat as it usually does whenever he's around. He's wearing the Gryffindor uniform, the first two buttons undone, revealing a patch of delicate skin just below his neck.

You don't need to wonder how he got there or why. Chances are, he extracted every piece of information he needed from Lily with little to no effort.

"What are you doing?" he asks calmly. You, on the other hand, don't feel calm at all.

"Nothing, just..."

"Just?" He takes a step closer, and you instinctively move away from the workbench, trying not to show the nervousness you truly feel.

"I just came to get something," you say.

Sirius gives a suspicious glance at the cauldron. "Is it a love potion?" He's a skilled wizard. Skilled enough to know the answer to that question, yet he waits for you to respond.

"Lily made it," you say defensively, holding up the vial containing the potion to illustrate your point unnecessarily.

"And what scent do you smell?" he questions, with a genuine curiosity in his tone that catches you off guard. "What does the potion smell like to you?"

"Lily told you," it's far from a question.

But Sirius has a knack for playing games.

"She told me what?"

"You know what."

This time, you step back as he advances, unable to help yourself, swallowing hard and Sirius notices. He takes another step forward, and you take another step back.

"Sirius," you warn.

In return, Sirius says your name, his tone lighter, more playful, soft as a feather. Then, another step.

You nearly bump your hip against one of the workbenches as you take another desperate step back. Sirius, being Sirius, raises an eyebrow, making no effort to hide his amusement.

It's unfair. It's simply unfair that he's so good-looking, starting at you without feeling the need to averting his gaze. "You don't have to do this," you find yourself saying.

Sirius seems genuinely puzzled.

"Do what?"

You steal a glance in your peripheral vision. The room won't go on forever; you need to say something to get out of this situation before he gets too close. You don't trust yourself near Sirius.

"Turn me down. Be all nice-" you stutter. He keeps advancing toward you. Back almost against the wall, you dodge another workbench and turn to the left, trying to prevent him from cornering you.

Sirius chuckles. "Is that what you think?"

"I'm a big girl. I can take rejection."

He glances in the direction of the cauldron. "Do you want to know what scent I smell?"

"No."

"Leather-"

"Sirius-"

"Gasoline," he raises his chin, nose in the air as if enjoying one scent after another. "Apple pie."

For a moment, you close your eyes. "Stop it."

"And lavender."

Your heart is pounding in your chest. He's not being serious, a little voice in your mind insists. It can't be serious. He's just teasing you... or maybe just being a good friend. Too good a friend.

It would be easier if he wasn't. If he were less kind to you, less handsome, less charming.

It's not easy.

You're breathless, trying to keep your distance from Sirius as he sets a slow advance, a constant tease. It's an internal battle between the desire to give in to the attraction you feel for him and the need to protect yourself — but the latter wins, for now.

"Sirius," you plead, your voice quiet, "stop"

He pauses for a moment, his gray eyes fixed on yours. "You think I'm joking, don't you? You think I'm just being nice?"

"I... I don't know, Sirius. It's so...confusing."

He takes yet another step towards you, his lips curling into a challenging smile. Always challenging. "Confusing or scary?"

The tension between you two is palpable, and you wonder if he can hear the rapid beating of your heart, threatening to break out of your rib cage any given moment. You know you're fighting your own feelings, afraid of surrendering to something that may - and probably will - end in heartbreak.

"It's not fair," you whisper, trying to keep your voice steady. "It's not fair that you're so... so-"

"So what?" he teases, closer. "So handsome? So charming? So... irresistible?"

You can tell he's somehow having fun. You don't understand how he can maintain a playful tone in a moment like this.

You catch a whiff of his cologne, feel the warmth of his body, and your heart races once again. If there's a way to prevent Sirius from getting what he wants, you don't know what it is. "So confusing," you finish, almost in a whisper. "You confuse the hell out of me."

Sirius pauses for a moment, his eyes locked with yours, and you momentarily catch a flicker of something deeper in this playful gaze. He slowly raises a hand and gently, gentler than ever, caresses your face, his fingers tracing a delicate path along your skin.

"I don't see how I could be confusing you," he murmurs, his voice soft and husky. "I thought I was being pretty clear..." It's teasing, of course it is; when it comes to Sirius, few things aren't.

But there's something else behind it, too.

The air grows heavier.

"You're not clear about anything, Sirius," you reply, your voice faltering slightly. "I never know what you're thinking. I never know what you really mean."

"Maybe you're just not paying attention."

You furrow your brow, confused by Sirius' response. He's playing with you, as he always does, but this time it feels more intense, more meaningful. You struggle against the temptation to give in completely, to say something you might not be able to take back.

"I do pay attention, Sirius," you respond, your voice showing determination you're not entirely sure you feel. "It's you who likes to make everything more difficult than it needs to be."

He moves closer once again, so close now that you can feel his breath against your skin, the tip of his nose an inch away from touching yours.

"Do you want me to be clearer?" he whispers, voice laced with a hint of his usual mischief. "Make it easier?"

You swallow, feeling your heart race. You know you can't admit your feelings for him, you can't let your defenses down. Not when he makes a point to hide comfortably behind a facade, away from anything that makes him feel vulnerable.

You need honesty.

"Yes," you whisper, your voice almost faltering. "Yes, I do."

Sirius pauses for a moment, eyes searching yours, and you can feel your breath catch in your throat. Then, slowly, he moves closer and closer still, until his lips almost touch yours.

There is a feeling that you can't quite put into words.

"I want you," he murmurs, an admission that hangs in the air like a charged electric current. "I want to be with you. I want you to be happy– I'll even accept your awful taste in music," he adds with a playful smirk, teasingly referencing your occasional guilty pleasure for a particular genre of music that he often mocks.

A laugh escapes your lips, a combination of relief and affection. His sincerity is pretty close to melting away any remaining doubts that linger in your heart. "I have great taste in music," you state playfully.

Sirius brushes the side of his nose against yours affectionately. "Sometimes," he gives in, voice filled with genuine warmth.

You lean into his touch, savoring the tenderness and intimacy of the moment. It's as if the world around you has faded away, leaving only the two of you in this bubble of shared emotions.

"Sometimes?" you raise an eyebrow, pretending to be offended.

He chuckles, a low and melodic sound that resonates deep within your chest, a sound you don't get to hear as often as you'd like. "You're lucky you're pretty," he teases, his voice filled with affectionate playfulness.

"Oh?"

"I have a soft spot for pretty girls."

You roll your eyes but can't help the smile that forms on your lips. "Flattery will get you nowhere, Black."

Sirius leans in and presses a soft kiss to your cheek, pulling away with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Who said I was trying to get anywhere?" he whispers, fingers trailing along the curve of your waist, drawing you closer. "I'm already where I want to be."

Your heart swells with warmth, and you can feel a blush creeping up your cheeks.

"Smooth talker."

It doesn't sound like an accusation when you're about to kiss him.

[annawrites444]

— sugar

sirius black x reader ★ 1k words

a/n : first post ! ty for reading <3

Honeydukes was packed with witches and wizards of all ages as it always was on the weekends, tables and shelves stocked with most colorful and exciting sweets in the area. You made your way to the back of the shop where your favorite treats were, relieved the see this part of the store empty.

As you scanned the wall for your sweets, someone cleared their throat behind you. You turned to see a man grinning at you, leaning against the shelf behind him. He was wearing a fitted black shirt, and a leather jacket. His dark curls perfectly framing his defined face.

"You've got good taste, I see. Honeydukes always has the best sweets. What's your poison, chocolate frogs?"

You eyed the handsome man in front of you, then offered a smile towards him.

"I'm more of a sugar quill girl."

The curly haired stranger chuckled, his grey eyes crinkling in the corners.

"Ah, a woman of refined tastes, I see. Sugar quills are definitely a good choice. The only problem is, you're going to need something to wash them down with. Say, a butterbeer?"

"That is quite a problem, isn't it?" you bit your lip, your eyes twinkling mischievously.

His grin widened, a knowing sparkle in his eye.

"Sure is. Lucky for you, I've got a solution. Allow me to take you to the Three Broomsticks, where I can ensure you have the most delicious beverage available to pair with your equally delicious snacks."

You couldn't help but smile, his charm almost impossible to resist.

"Take me away, handsome."

"Sirius Black. Shall we, sweetheart?" He offered you his elbow, a gentleman through and through.

You took his elbow and gave him your name, grinning up at him as your eyes twinkled with excitement.

The two of you walked up to the counter and after a few "Sirius, no!"s and a "I've got it, sweet girl", the cashier handed you the bag of sweets Sirius paid for. You thanked him as you left the candy shop and walked down the streets of Hogsmeade together.

As you entered the Three Broomsticks, Sirius escorted you to the bar, pulling out a stool for you. He ordered a round of butterbeers and pumpkin pasties for the both of you, the bartender nodding to his request. As you waited for your drinks, Sirius leaned back on his stool, watching you with amusement.

You looked around and smiled softly at the cozy atmosphere, then turned to him when you noticed him watching you. You smiled nervously, bringing a hand up to your mouth.

"Do I have something on my face?"

"No, you're perfect, love. But I wonder.. why a woman like you would be having a butterbeer with a known troublemaker... some might think you have a thing for bad boys."

"And what if I do?" You smirked at him, taking a small sip of your butterbeer.

Sirius's eyes twinkled in response. He seemed to find your spirit and openness refreshing.

The two of you talked about anything and everything as you drank together, Sirius especially interested in your work with magical creatures.

You cut your pumpkin pasty in half, sliding one half over him before taking a bite out if your own half.

"Here, before it gets cold."

Sirius chuckled, reaching out to take the offered half. Their hands touched briefly, and he felt a tingle run down his spine. He blinked, trying to play it off.

He felt his cheeks grow warm. Even the way you ate a pumpkin pasty was endearing. His eyes flitted across your face, his heart pounding in his throat. His mind was racing with possibilities, thoughts that he hadn't let himself think in years. He was in trouble.

"Um, would you care for another butterbeer?" He motioned to the nearby bartender, who nodded in acknowledgement. He was going to need a whole tankard of butterbeer if he had any hope of keeping himself from completing embarrassing himself in front of you.

He knew he should stay cool, but there was something about you that threw him off his game. Before he even realized what he was doing, he blurted out, "Godric, you're beautiful."

Your eyes widened and you let out the biggest laugh, throwing your head back. The blush on his cheeks deepened as your laughter filled his ears. He leaned in, his words filled with sincerity.

"And you are the kind of woman who can make a man forget about all of his worries. I could listen to you laugh all night, love."

He reached out, taking your hand in his, his thumb stroking the back of your hand gently. He was falling for you hard and fast, and he had a sinking feeling that he was in trouble. But at the same time, he couldn't be happier.

"You're trouble, you know that?"

You looked down at Sirius stroking your hand, then looking back up at him with a teasing smile.

"Trouble? You're the one who kidnapped me."

Sirius chuckled, the soft melody of your laughter tugging at his heart. He felt warm all over, his lips curving into a soft smile. He was never the romantic type, but there was something about you that made his heart ache with longing.

"I may have kidnapped you, but you're the one who's stolen my heart." Sirius's voice was soft, a whisper meant for your ears only.

It was your turn to be flustered, your cheeks turning pink as he looked at you sincerely.

"Merlin, who knew you'd have such a way with words." You chuckled softly, tilting your head to the side.

"Maybe I've been saving them all for you." Sirius took a deep breath, trying to maintain his composure.

A small gasp left your mouth, giggling at the man sitting beside you.

"Sirius Black, where have you been all my life?"

Sirius chuckled, his eyes twinkling at your reaction. He knew you were feeling the same way he was, and it made him feel alive. You had lit a spark within him, one that he thought had died long ago. He was thrilled to have found you, and he wasn't about to let you go. He leaned closer, his voice just above a whisper.

"Waiting for you, sugar, waiting for you."

[annawrites444]

Don’t stress for your requests, we can be patient, prioritize yourself and your needs

thank youuuu 🫶🏼🫶🏼 I’ll do my best :)

[annawrites444]

heyyy guys I just wanted to come on here to let people know that I won’t be able to finish the rest of the requests I’ve been sent for the rest of the week 🥲I didn’t realize how busy I was with school and I physically have no time but I promise to get to them all asap 🫶🏼ty for your patience

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AHHH I LOVE THIS SM 😭💗 the direction you took it in was so nice 😭😭👏🏼👏🏼

hiiii!! I just saw your post about Jason X child of Apollo and it was so good😭 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could write about Jason again but maybe a daughter of Demeter and he trains her in sword fighting while he’s at camp halfblood and she’s teaching him some basics in gardening and they begin to gain feelings for each other?? thank you so much <3

Blossoming flowers

Demeter!Fem!reader x Jason Grace

A/N: Omg am so glad you like my other fic! And I hope you really enjoy this one as well. I maybe deferred a bit from the original request but hope you like it. <3

Contains: fluff, characters very occ, kind of fasted paced sorry.

Word count: 3.3k

It was no secret to anyone that you had a big fat crush on Mark from the Ares cabin. You  constantly found yourself at the amphitheater, like a lovesick puppy in hopes to catch a glimpse of the son of Ares, drenched in sweat beating some random kid to a pulp. Even going as far as going to infirmary after capture the flag ready to nurse him back to health–even if you didn't have healing powers–you didn't hide your attraction. Maybe it was a Demeter thing to fall for hard-headed boys with egos higher than Zeus himself. Usually, you helped the satyrs with growing strawberries and keeping the camp green and filled with flowers. But after numerous attempts to grab Mark’s attention with spider lilies and anthuriums, only to find left to die (even if it took you days to grow perfect glowing red flowers for his sake). You decided on a new approach: impressing him with your fighting skills to show him you could be someone worthy of his father’s attention. 

That’s why you now found yourself on the training grounds, searching for a certain blonde. After Luke's departure, you were told Jason was the next best thing, knowing both Greek and Roman techniques that might catch Mark's eye. Jason was dripping sweat as he finished slicing a poor dummy, stopping to catch his breath and drenching himself in ice-cold water from his bottle. You weren't oblivious; he did look handsome like this, but he was no Ares boy. 

“I need your help Grace,” you interrupted his little show. He looked up at you like a deer caught in headlights, not knowing what to say. “How can I help you …” he seemed to be trying to remember your name, as if it was on the tip of his tongue, but you quickly finished his sentence presenting yourself “I’m Y/N L/N from cabin 4, and I need you to teach me how to use a sword,” you said, hands crossing in front of your chest as Jason still seemed stuck in though. 

“I think they have instructors in this camp for that, “ he said, confused at what was happening. Most of the campers here were friendly and cheery. You, on the other hand seemed the complete opposite, you were not rude, just slightly demanding and a bit mother-like. 

“I know but none can offer me what you have,” you replied, looking up and down at the boy. He seemed way too awkward for his good. It made you chuckle, seeing him become even more confused. “I’m not threatening you or anything,” you laughed. “I’m trying to impress someone. I need to learn from the best of the best to get his attention.” You started to blush at the thought of Mark. 

‘oh so she's doing this for a stupid crush’ Jason thought as he cleared his throat, bringing you back from your daydreaming. “Yeah I can help you, but at a price. I’m not cheap,” he said, expecting you to decline. Who would want to pay someone for sword lessons when they were free.? But he didn't know you were so desperate that you would pay him 500 drachmas just for a lesson 

“I'll make your cabin look presentable for inspections. How about that?” you asked, remembering how Miranda complained about how clean yet dirty the Zeus cabin was. It was like he tried but stopped halfway, landing Jason with dish duty a few times. How could he refuse an offer like this? Really, you would clean his cabin, and he only had to teach you sword fighting sounds like a win in Jason's book 

“Okay deal, but we can only practice after lunch and if I get put on dishwashing duty, the deal is off,” he said, holding his hand out. “Then I guess you’ve got yourself a deal, Grace,” you responded, shaking his hand. “I'll be at your cabin after breakfast before inspections. You'll forget that dish duty is even a thing.” You dropped his hand, walking back to the strawberries to work, leaving poor Jason still confused by the whole interaction.

You didn't lie when you said you would be there after breakfast. Your hair was down, and you wore the camp shirt with some denim shorts paired with your favorite trainers. Knocking on the door, you hadn't seen Jason at breakfast, so you assumed he slept in, something he tended to do. You guessed your slamming on the door woke the poor boy up as he opened the door, his glasses messily put on and with a severe case of bed head. 

“Took you long enough, inspections are in an hour” You pushed him aside, excusing yourself entering the cabin. Jason was still trying to wake up, annoyed that you just walked in like it was your cabin. “Oh, please come in thank you for waking me up,” he said sarcastically, closing the door. “Like I said inspections in an hour, and I said I would be here after breakfast. I don't lie, sparky. Nice pajamas, by the way,” you snickered. Jason didn't seem to like the sudden nickname as you started dusting off his nightstand. 

“What's with the nicknames? We only just met yesterday,” he questioned, grabbing fresh clothes to replace his current Superman pajamas, embarrassed by his current state. “Well, the nickname is staying, sparky, and correction you met me yesterday. I met you since you arrived at camp. You're famous among girls, Jason ". You continued to clean up the cabin. It was easy since he was the only one living here, so you wouldn't take long making this place sparkle, unlike your cabin. 

Jason couldn't help blushing at your words. What did you mean he was ‘popular’ among girls? He could consider himself more average really. He walked towards the bathrooms to freshen up a bit and change his clothes, finishing by adding some vases you bought with you, adding water to them and growing some beautiful blue stars and hibiscus effortlessly, placing them by the windows. You left the cabin before Jason could come out, escaping to your camp activities. 

Jason heard another knock as he rolled his eyes. It was probably whoever was doing inspections. He looked around seeing your work. You left the place spotless with flowers adding to the dull, pasty white cabin. It looked nice. “I’m coming in, Jason '' he heard a familiar voice say. At least it wasn't some random camper he didn't know this time. Piper opened the door stepping in with a scroll and pen “You better have cleaned this–” she cut herself off looking around. “Wow you did great. Oh my gods, are those flowers? They’re so beautiful!” She said, getting close to smell them. “You outdid yourself, Jason, You get a 4 out of 5.” Piper left as Jason stood there in shock, He really could get used to this. 

Now being lunchtime and finally relaxing after inspections, the Demeter cabin, of course, received a 5 out of 5. Still, the Aphrodite cabin had beaten you guys for shower privileges. You sat with the rest of your siblings, enjoying a grilled cheese sandwich with some apples, and your goblet filled with your favorite drink. As you ate away, starving from being out in the heat, you were interrupted by Miranda's stare. She kept looking at you up and down like you had something on your face. 

“Can I help you?” you said, looking back at her, confused at this random stare-off. “I heard from Drew that cabin 1 had flowers in it,” she said. “Um, thanks for the information, I guess,” you responded, getting back to your meal. “I thought you like Mark, not Jason” said Stev, chiming himself into the conversation. Now it seemed that all your siblings were interested in this random conversation. “Who said those flowers are mine?” “Nobody said anything about the flowers being yours,” Miranda rebutted. “Well, it was implied, and I still like Mark. I’m just doing Jason a favor,” you defended. You didn't enjoy the sudden interest in your life that your siblings seem to have. Of course, you love them, and you shared most information with them,but you just didn't find this to be relevant enough to be discussed at lunch. 

“Are you trying to make him jealous? I have to tell Sherman,” Miranda continued. “I'm not trying to make anyone jealous, so don’t rat me out to your boyfriend. I’m just being a friendly camper.” You technically weren’t lying. You just wanted to stop this conversation. It was none of their business if you gave another boy flowers. “Well, I'll drop this, but maybe it will help you move on from Mark. He doesn't seem that interested in you.” You loved Miranda, really , but you just wanted to eat in peace.

You stood up annoyed at your sister. “I'm not moving on, and I just wanted to eat peacefully. Thank you.” You stomped over, dropping the rest of your food in the pit, and walked towards the training fields. You half expected Jason not to be there yet, probably enjoying his lunch, yet it was Jason Grace; he was already there, sweat dripping from his forehead. “Aren't you going to get lunch?” You were starting to think this boy doesn't eat and only trains. “Already did,” he responded blandly, dropping the fake sword and flipping his shirt to clean off the sweat on his forehead. You could slightly see his abs turning around at the sight. “Thanks for the cabin,” he finally said, clearing his throat and making you look back “Yeah, well, now it's your time to hold your end of the deal.” Jason grabbed another wooden sword and walked closer to you, he handed you the sword. 

“Okay now show me how you hold it,” he said as you placed your hands on the handle, unfamiliar with it. You looked up at Jason as he judged your stance. He got behind you, wrapping his hands around yours and adjusting them. “You should hold it kind of like a tennis racquet. Place this hand here.” You were glad he couldn't see your face because you couldn't help but blush at the feeling of his rough, calloused hands. They felt so nice around yours that you wished they could stay there. You seemed to snap yourself back to reality at your train of thought, you were doing this for Mark, you reminded yourself. Jason backed away and grabbed his sword again 

“Once you have your hands like that, try swinging it like this,” he demonstrated the move with such ease, as if sword fighting was like breathing to him. You tried what seemed to be an easy move and failed. You frowned, thinking this was going to be easy. It's just a stick. How hard could it be? “It's fine if you don't get it the first time. You need to be one with the sword, feel the movements flow with the air, adapt yourself, and don't take your eyes off the target,” he said, demonstrating some moves on the dummies. Jason was a natural. He looked majestic moving with the wind, hitting the dummy again and again. He stopped looking back at you, your mouth was in awe, still holding your wooden sword 

“Yeah, Sparky, I’m quitting, this is too hard. You make it look so easy” you said, dropping the sword. “You're not quitting.It's not easy at first, believe me, but you'll get the hang of it. Trust me, just give it time. Now, grab that sword, starting from the beginning” you did he said. Now finally understand why people always were so sweaty after sword practice, as you kept repeating motions one after the other, following Jason's lead. Maybe it wasn't as bad as you thought, or maybe a certain blonde made things a little bit more bearable.

You would be lying if you said being with Jason wasn’t enjoyable. After several weeks of training with Jupiter's son, you would go as far as to say you guys are friends. You started to look forward to your little session after lunch, eating your food as soon as possible and leaving your siblings in the dust before they could ask any questions. It wasn't like this was a secret or anything, but you also were not vocal about Jason helping you, especially since it was supposed to be a surprise for Mark, or at least that's how it started.

 Over the past few weeks, Jason somehow knew how to tumble down your walls, your once harsh and sometimes rude demeanor falling. You found yourself laughing at his nerdy puns and craving the feeling of his hands on your waist as he corrected your form. But that's how friends feel about each other, right? Jason couldn't complain either, your presence brought a certain peace to his life, and he kept getting great shower slots, his cabin being decorated always with the most gorgeous flowers from salvia, bluebells, lobelias, hydrangeas, iris, and much, much more. Seeing every new flower brought a smile to his face, unlike a certain Ares boy, he took care of them. Your cleaning services evolved to gardening services as you taught him how to take care of each one properly or how to press them once dead. Jason had his little secrets in the corner of his small closet. He placed a box with every pressed flower you had grown for him, but that's what friends do, right?

Finding yourself in the strawberry fields working on the current order the ‘Delphi strawberry service’ had to fulfill, every time you found yourself growing plants or tending to them, you couldn't help but escape to your little world, concentrating on the feeling of the vines, the roots, and the way the wind blew. Everything was perfect as a small batch of strawberries started to materialize. 

“That's impressive,” a deep voice called. You swear your heart skipped a beat as a small bush of larkspur grew. “Gods, Jason, announce your comingings and goingings please,” you said, a hand over your heart, trying to calm it down. “Sorry, didn't mean to scare you,” he laughed. “I didn't know that would happen,” he pointed towards the flowers, crouching down to touch them. 

“Yeah, Demeter kids can sometimes grow things when startled, their larkspur, July birth flowers,'' you explained, making them disappear, turning back your attention towards the strawberries. “My birthday is July,'' he said, frowning at the disappearance of the flowers. “Really? Didn't know that." Lies, you did know that Jason's birthday was in July. You knew why those flowers popped up, but he didn't need to know that. “I’m busy, sparky. Do you need anything?” That once annoying nickname came to grow on him, the sound of your voice was like honey to him, so sweet he couldn't get enough. 

“First I want you to make those flowers again, and second, I wanted to ask you for advice,” he said, starting to whisper the last part. You continued looking at the strawberries, using your other hand to create a small batch of larkspurs, Jason gently grabbed them, handling them with surprising care.  

“Cabin 6 is that way if you want advice,” you pointed towards the cabins with your free hand, now picking some strawberries off, staking them in green crates. “Yeah, no, this is more of a Demeter question than an Athena one,” he said, peeling his eyes off the flowers and looking back at you. “You see, I think this girl is cute and I want to make a bouquet for her,” he said, averting his eyes, getting nervous all of a sudden. You didn't expect him to ask you for such a favor, this girl must be perfect for Jason to want to do such a grand gesture, but you also didn't expect to feel so jealous about this girl. 

“I think this is more of a Cabin 10 thing, maybe you should ask Piper,” you said, like venom spilling out your tongue as petunias began to replace small daisies that lay on the ground. 

“I already talked to Piper, and she said I should talk to you,” he responded, not noticing the small circle of flowers that surrounded you now. Getting up, ready to walk away from this conversation, you looked back at Jason. “Get her Azaleas, girls like those.” Correction. You liked those. You didn't understand your current rage of jealousy. You liked Mark, Jason was just a friend nothing more. You walked away before he could say anything else, heading directly towards the training grounds. Now that you seem to be decent with a sword, it was quite relaxing to destroy dummies when you had these fits of rage. 

“Not half bad, Y/N,” spoke a voice. You tensed up, directing your attention towards them. “Oh hi, Mark.” You couldn't help but feel a blush creep up your cheeks, but still, for some reason, you didn't feel a storm of butterflies like you did before. 

“I miss the flowers, you seem to be avoiding me,” he said, fake pouting. More like you miss the attention, you thought. “Well, I've been busy lately,” you replied, trying your best to look everywhere but his eyes. He seemed to smirk, at his seeing the effect he had on you 

“I've seen you with that Zeus boy. If you needed help with a sword, you could've just asked me,” he racked his hand through his hair, getting closer to you. You should’ve been happy that Mark finally seemed to notice you, but it just felt wrong. You wanted Jason to be there. 

“She's quite happy with her current teacher,” Jason quickly slung his arm around your waist ,pulling you closer to him. Mark scoffed, turning his ego crushed into pieces. “I thought you liked him, you looked kind of uncomfortable there,” Jason said letting you go once Mark left. You missed the warmth of his arm. Gods, you think you like Jason. You couldn't say you were surprised. After spending some time sparing, bodies full of sweat colliding with one another, or how he touched you to correct your form, hands lingering a little more than they should. 

Your eyes were stuck on Jason's, blue just like morning glories. Then they traveled down to his lips. Gods, this boy was making it impossible to form words. Completely unaware of your racing thoughts, you said, “I think I like this other guy,” stepping closer. You didn't know what you were doing, but you hoped you wouldn't be left looking like a fool. 

“Oh really?” He sounded sad, even frowning a bit. “I’m sure he's handsome,” Jason tried to act interested in this new information, but he could not help but feel equally as jealous. Couldn't you see how much he liked you, how even agreed to this whole thing because you had caught his eye? 

“Yeah, he's handsome, good with a sword. It's kind of hot seeing him practice every day,” he said, stepping closer to Jason as he just stood there, not knowing what to do. It always made you laugh at how awkward he could be at times, not knowing what to do or how to act. 

“Whenever he uses glasses it makes him look cuter. It makes me want to stare into his eyes forever” Not going to lie, that made you cringe, but this whole situation was making you cringe. Wrapping your hands around his neck Jason couldn't help but smile, finally understanding where you were going with this. You instantly pulled him down, your lips colliding finally as you felt him smile into the kiss. 

“I think he likes you too” he whispered, your faces are so close. “Thought you liked another girl, one that you wanted to give flowers to,” Jason instantly facepalmed himself. Even after kissing and confirming his feelings, you stayed as dense as ever. 

“Yeah Y/N I like you. I wanted to give flowers to you,” he wrapped his hand around your waist, pulling you in for another kiss. “Meet me after the campfire in my cabin?” he said. “It's a date,” you smiled, pulling back again for another kiss. 

[annawrites444]

Reblog if you’d be okay if your friend came out as transgender

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[annawrites444]

⊹˚. ♡ hi hi! i’m Dove and i was wondering if i could have a romantic matchup for JJK please? (a full bouquet would be preferred and an 18+ character please)

i’m not entirely sure what my gender or sexuality is :,> (all i know is that i have a preference for men and i prefer to be referred to as masc titles)

i really like sleeping when i can, drawing and writing are things i also like to do! i also like ranting about random things-

i tend to stay by myself though i do like hanging out with my friends whenever i can! i’m very sensitive emotionally and i tend to be able to empathize with people easily, though it tends to take a toll on me. having anger issues doesn’t help either- though i rarely take my emotions out on people

i’m very physically affectionate and i tend to show my love through actions rather than words. i tend to get overstimulated/overwhelmed whenever there’s too much noise or people around me. i’m also super loyal to my friends and tend to be a bit protective over them (and just the people i love in general)

i tend to stay up VERY late at night because it’s pretty calming and it’s when i have the most energy. i tend to stay at home a lot but i do like going on walks or randomly exploring my area. i’d also like to be a librarian or work at a bookstore!

i love moths and cats to death and could talk for hours about them tbh- though i love listening to people i like talk about the things they like too!

thank you lots for your time and have a great time!

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JJK Matchups (Full Bouquet 💐)

Nanami X G/N/ Masc Reader

Hiii Dove! This is my first request for anything JJK related so I’m hoping I get it right :D

A/N: I've also never written for a masc reader before please let me know if I did anything incorrectly or if I made you uncomfy in any way

(blurb)

You were opening up shop early one Tuesday morning, the cool metal keys jingling in your hands as you unlocked the front doors. As you swung open the door you noticed a tall man approaching from around the corner. Oh. It was him again. This blonde man was one of your regulars, he was almost always around right when you opened and failed to miss a morning since your bookstore opened up last fall. You held the door open for him to enter, welcoming him in a soft “Good Morning!”. He appeared to tense up at your actions and nodded in response. Hmm so mystery man wasn’t much of a talker either then. Your bookstore was the epitome of cozy, tall oak bookshelves full of books with titles ranging from all across the world. The small areas of wall space that weren’t covered in shelves had small frames of cat pictures or paintings. Your very own cat was curled up on the checkout counter in a pool of black fur. You hummed a soft tune walking over to your spot at the counter and began to turn on the radio music for some background noise. Your mystery man was stalking from to and fro, hands shoved in his pockets, and a contemplative look on his face. You couldn’t help but stare at him. He had this energy and aura about him that was alluring, as he turned in your direction you quickly averted your gaze and picked up a nearby book you had yet to finish “A History of Moths:Worldwide Edition” You eventually got lost in your novel preferring to think about the Comet Moth than about your awkward encounters with your blonde regular. About five minutes past before you heard a soft *Ahem* looking up you made direct eye contact with the blonde guy, this time he was in front of your register with a slightly flustered face. “Oh! Sorry about that” you got a little red in the face, “I was just reading about Comet moths, did you know their long tails are really handy against predators?”you looked up at him expectantly. “No..I didn’t know that '' he gives you a small smile and hands you his book he wanted to check out. You continued to give him some pretty cool facts about Comet Moths and as he looks at you a bit caught off guard you realize-Ohhh you were doing it again. You tended to talk a lot about your passions when they were on your mind. “Sorry about that, I guess I was just really excited about this book” You try to shake off that embarrassing moment and ring up his book. He watches you for a second before quickly saying “Don’t apologize for being passionate about something you love.” you look up at him and give him a small smile feeling your face heat up “My name is Nanami by the way” He held out his hand to shake yours. “Dove” you say, shaking his hand. He smiled and you felt the rays of the rising sun through the windows, you felt them warming up your face. Everything around you began to have this spark to it…

Song: Sparks- Coldplay 

It’s soft and just reminds me of an early morning like this one :)

(headcanons)

The only reason Nanami was so adamant about being a regular at your shop was so that he could meet you

Your sketches and drawings are constantly praised by Nanami, he has a few framed on his desk at work. 

Since you are more of a night owl, whenever he comes home late from work, he’s always so happy to be met with your smiling face as you look up from whatever book you were engrossed in. 

You can 100% expect Nanami to never miss a single opening in the morning. He’ll always find an excuse to see you before a busy day at his workplace. Whether he just wants to drop off your tea or coffee order, or if he just wants to give you a quick kiss on the forehead. 

Evening walks are a MUST. On lazy sunday nights when you want to just enjoy the dusk before the night swallows the sky whole, you and Nanami just link arms and walk in content silence breathing in that fresh air. 

Reading dates are always scheduled beforehand and involve a lot of cuddling and several good books, and of course giant fluffy blankets

Thank you so much for your request <3

As always please feel free to like, reblog if you enjoy :)

-Anna

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[annawrites444]

I LOVE ITTTT💐💗

this was a request from @annaizcool44 but i accidentally deleted it when i tried to post it

“ safe in my garden, an ancient flower blooms ”

jason grace x daughter of demeter ⚡️

reader expresses her feelings to the son of zeus through a shared love of books

tw none

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“Whatcha reading?” Y/N jumped at the sound of the voice behind her. She was sitting on the porch of the Demeter cabin when she noticed the blond approaching her.

She looked up and smiled, “Little Women,” she scooted over for him to sit next to her, “ever read it?”

He shook his head, sitting beside her. He leaned over her shoulder at the page she was on, “what’s it about?”

She felt her ears warm at the closeness, “these four sisters during the Civil War, and their dad’s fighting in the army so they're trying to adjust to their life now… I guess.”

“Can I borrow it sometime?”

Jason heard a knock at his door in the early morning. He yawned and rubbed his eyes as he stood up, walking to open it. He found on his doorstep a copy of Little Women with a sticky note on top that read “For Jason, with love Y/N” and he couldn't help but notice the fresh flowers that had sprouted around his cabin.

He smiled and looked around. He saw the girl peering from behind a nearby tree. She turned away, giggling, when he looked her way.

His heart warmed. He stepped back into his cabin and flipped through the pages, he found little notes in the margins and underlined quotes.

For the rest of the day, the book never left his hands. During breakfast, during training, his eyes were glued to the pages.

Just before the campfire, Y/N peeked into his cabin, “Jason?”

She noticed him wipe his eyes, “oh, uh, hey.”

She smiled and walked over to his bed, “Beth?”

He nodded, “yeah. Why would the author write that?”

She bit her lip, “Jase, it’s a true story.”

His eyes widened, “no.”

“Yes.”

Tears began pricked out of his eyes, “that makes it so much worse.”

She sympathetically laughed, wrapping her arms around him. He nuzzled his head into her neck. She couldn't help but smile at how the usual touch guy was now crying in her arms over a book. A book she had gifted him.

He pulled away, “your little note made it better though,” he grinned. He opened the book to the last page he had read, “Jason, when you get here, come to my cabin, I know you’ll need to.”

She laughed, “I think I know you too well.”

He nodded, “I think so.”

“You wanna read Pride and Prejudice?” she asked, “one more sister, happier ending.”

He chuckled, “might as well.”

She showed up to his cabin just before curfew, “the Bennett sisters, Jane, Lizzie, Mary, Kitty, and Lydia, search for love in 1813 England,” she announced in a pretend professional voice.

“No scarlet fever?”

She shook her head, “no scarlet fever. Jane gets a cold, but it's nothing serious.”

He hesitantly grabbed the book from her hands, “thanks, Y/N.”

“No problem, Jason, it's nice getting to share these with you.”

“Yeah, it's nice for me, too,” he trailed off, looking away, “I should get to bed.”

“Right, yeah, of course,” she smiled, “goodnight.”

“‘Night,” he replied, closing the door.

“Oh, uh, one more thing.”

He slightly opened the door again, “hm?”

She took a deep breath and placed a kiss on his cheek, “see you in the morning.”

He stuttered, trying to suppress his blush, “yeah- yeah, see you,” he awkwardly smiled, closing the door again.

The next morning she watched him sit at the Zeus table, reading the book. Her heart raced as she knew he was getting closer to the last annotation she had written. She started to regret it, what if he thought the books just made them closer friends? Of course they were friends, she cursed herself for thinking he could see her differently. He glanced up at her, he flashed a smile and a nod her way. She turned pink, looking away.

“Y/N!” the all too familiar voice called to her as she sat by the dock, watching the sunset later that day.

She turned around, “Jason, hi,” she shyly smiled.

He took the spot next to her, handing the book back to her, “I finished the book.”

She nervously looked into his eyes, “and?”

“It was great!” he beamed, “everything about it.”

She furrowed her eyebrows, “even the ending?”

“That was the best part.”

“Jason,” she laughed, “did you even read the annotations?”

He squinted his eyes in confusion, “of course I did.”

She opened the book to the back cover. She folded it open and showed it to him. There was written in pink ink, “Will you be the Darcy to my Lizzie?”

“I know it’s cheesy,” she muttered, closing the book and turning away.

“Yes,” he paused, “wait, no. Yes to the question, not to it being cheesy. Well, it is cheesy but it’s cute. You're cute.”

She giggled, “thanks, so are you.”

He held her cheek in his hand, their gazes met before their lips crashed into one another. She placed her hands around his neck as he now held her face with both of his hands. When they pulled away, their foreheads leaned against one another and they could feel the other’s breath against their lips.

The next morning, Jason walked out his cabin to find a field of multicolored roses had encompassed him. He looked around just to find the girl responsible standing in the middle of the flowers, holding a book. He breathily laughed and made his way over to her.

“Here,” she smiled, handing him the book.

He took it, “Mansfield Park?”

“Jane Austen, she wrote Pride and Prejudice, too.”

He wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her into a kiss, “sounds perfect.”

[annawrites444]

TY GUYS 💐

for the first time ever I’m able to say that my inbox is full😭🫶🏼 I can’t take any more requests or matchups at the moment and will be working on finishing the ones I have rn 💗🌷

#thank you #love you guys