#i have so many thoughts and feelings about these three as a trio

[razzle-zazzle]

Morris x Dion x Gisu HC's?

Anon. Anon you have activated my brainrot Anon I am going to ramble I have so many thoughts about these three they are my blorbos they are my mental stim toys and I am going to subject you to my brainrot over them.

This got,,, so very long (and there's still so much more I could say lmao) so I'm putting it under a cut

Okay okay so. Dion and Gisu are making googoo eyes at each other. Morris has hired Queepie for K.L.O.B. and they're set up to become friends. Gisu and Morris are on friendly enough terms for Gisu to help Morris fix up a radio and hang out in the treehouse. So there's plenty of ground for Dion and Morris to interact and become idiot rival friends. And there's plenty of opportunity for Gisu, Dion, and Morris to end up in a polycule. I have a lot of thoughts for how they end up all dating but I'll get into those at some other time.

For now, have a whole bunch of little details and headcanons about these three:

They don't announce it right away! Mostly because they kind of stumbled onto the idea to all date each other and are still trying to figure things out. So everyone assumes Dion & Gisu are dating while Morris is just a friend. Up until Norma finds Gisu and Morris making out and confronts them over it.

Dion and Morris have the same idiot rivalry. Enemies to lovers? No. They are enemy lovers. They bicker and challenge each other to stupid dares and annoy each other. They bicker over what to get Gisu as a gift one moment and then they're making out the next. Being annoying is their love language.

They can be tender! Dion is a huge sap, and Morris isn't out to bug him all of the time. There is a mutual attraction; their rivalry is a part of that. It's their dynamic. They'll go at it and call each other names but the moment someone other than Gisu tries to mess with either of them they're not having it.

However, that doesn't mean they're perfectly aligned all the time. One thing that Dion and Morris aren't great at in their teenage years is knowing when and how to de-escalate without outside interference. They get better about it as they age, but if whatever dumb dare they're doing doesn't end conclusively they can very easily blow it up into a massive argument. Gisu does generally interfere before this can happen, but there is the rare genuine fight between these two :[

By the time they hit their early twenties they've gotten a lot better about not going at each other's throats, and don't really need outside intervention to deescalate and calm down. By the time they hit their thirties all of their friends describe them as having "mellowed out" but that is a lie. They still mock fight and jokingly threaten to break up. They still go out of their way to annoy the other affectionately. They still banter and get into dumb dares. They're just well adjusted enough to not blow up at each other if something goes wrong, and they're much more ride or die.

Genderfluid Dion! He's their girlfriend, boyfriend, partner, whatever—it's up to what she's feeling. When they're older and married, Dion goes by such titles as spouse, wubby, lover, wusband, wife, and occasionally "obnoxious husband."

Morris isn't as big on huge romantic gestures, but Dion and Gisu? Giant saps. Morris will occasionally go out of his way to pull off a big romantic gesture because he knows it'll make Dion and Gisu melt. Fireworks, romantic dates, rose petals and candles—Morris has read a few of Gisu's favorite romance novels purely for the purpose of making his girlfriend and partner swoon. And it works.

Dion and Gisu will also pull the same thing on each other. Gifts, dates, flowers—they almost have a soft rivalry in who can make the other swoon harder.

Dion and Gisu have a lot of fun coming up with increasingly sappy nicknames for each other. And for Morris, who will occasionally join in with more ridiculous suggestions just to see his girlfriends laugh.

Morris and Dion have a lot of mean little nicknames for each other. Morris calls Dion Dumbass (affectionate) and Dion will call him Douchebag (affectionate). Morris also steals Flipside from Gisu. They will call each other "babe" and "dude" and "sweetie" but only when nobody is looking. There are more nicknames and terms of endearment but this list is getting,,, so very long already.

Dion loves when Gisu rambles about a project she's working on or a book she's reading . They only understand half of it but there's just something about the cadence of Gisu's voice when she's excited or working through a problem that makes Dion soft. Dion can and will prompt Gisu to talk about things that interest her, just so they can hear her voice.

No but for real if the Dion/Morris corner of the dynamic is idiot rivalry then the Dion/Gisu corner is tender sap. Oh, there's plenty of teenage dumbassery (and plenty of silly shenanigans when they're adults), plenty of sick stunts and attempts to impress each other. But they're both soft romantics at heart who have tender little fantasies about holding the other and spending time with them and just. being sappy together.

Morris and Gisu weren't even sure if they were romantically interested in each other when the three of them started dating. Their relationship was more of a slowburn, with the two of them going on a few dates to feel things out and eventually developing a soft and simple romance. They come to appreciate a lot of little details about each other, and they enjoy spending quality time together. Morris and Gisu have a very strong friends to lovers feel to their dynamic.

That's not to say it's all sunshine and roses! Being annoying is simply a part of Morris' love language. And Gisu enjoys clever banter a lot. They will needle each other for fun—they're comfortable enough with each other to tease and playfight. This comfort and trust only increases as they become more accomplished as agents—as do their friendships with the other agents.

Morris also likes it when Gisu rambles! He will also ramble about ideas for K.L.O.B. to her and they will get into very long discussions about psychic powers. They ramble at each other often.

All three together? Chaos. They banter and egg each other on and spend time together just for the sake of it. They're tender they're dumbasses they're friends they're in love they're just,,,,, augh.

Love languages! Dion and Morris both love quality time, Dion is very big on physical affection, Morris will lay it on thick with the verbal affection, Morris and Gisu both love gifts and gestures of appreciation, and Dion and Gisu are both huge saps who hoard praise like a dragon hoards treasure.

As adults, they have to balance their love lives with their individual ambitions—the Aquatos may be tangled up with the Psychonauts, but only Raz is an agent. The family hits upon the solution of spending half the year on tour, and the other half in the quarry. So Dion spends half the year traveling (and calling Gisu and Morris very often), and the other half at the Motherlobe with Gisu & Morris. Every few years Gisu will take the projects that don't need a full lab, and Morris will take K.L.O.B. on tour, and the two of them will join Dion on her yearly trip. The three of them are satisfied with what they've worked out, and remain satisfied with it well into adulthood. It takes a lot of work and communication, but that's just how their relationship has always been. It was worth it when they were teens still figuring things out, and it's worth it when they're adults with established lives.

Marriage!! My main marriage headcanon is that they each get two rings, for six total, so they each have one ring for both of the other two. They worked together to make them: they all had an input in the designs, and Morris and Dion helped out with the grunt work, while Gisu handled the more technical aspects.

#ask zaz #dion aquato #morris martinez #gisu nerumen #dion/morris/gisu #no no no you don't understand. these three have eaten my brain #i have so many thoughts and feelings about these three as a trio #be it romantic or platonic #dion & morris' idiot rivalry. gisu & dion's tender closeness. morris & gisu's mutual trust. #the three of them together as chaotic lovers #also for the ''obnoxious husband'' bit: a coworker called dion that once and dion thought it was hilarious #so now it's on the list of terms that gisu & morris use for him #oughhh there's so much more i can say about these three but this post is long enough as is #it's so laggy rn guys lmao #psychonauts

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 102

 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose, taking a deep breath. In for ten seconds, out for eight. Alright. Okay. “Let me get this straight,” he didn’t motion to the three teens- or not teens even if two apparently looked like they were- but it was a close thing. “You-” 

 Phantom perked up, white hair flickering with what he was pretty sure were stars as they turned away from the window looking out into space. “-are two years old.” The fae-esque being who looked more like a fourteen year old gave a half-distracted nod. Which, for a toddler, they were paying attention pretty well. 

 “You-” Klarion looked up from where he was fiddling with the cuffs that had been on him, cat sprawled on his shoulder now that it was out of the carrier. “-are six?” Another distracted nod, the apparently-child seemingly enamored with the sounds the cuffs made when they clinked together. 

  “And you-” He turned towards Marvel, who shrank back before seemingly steeling themself. “-are in fact ten.” The… well they had thought demigod but apparently all three were some sort of realms-being, which had apparently made Constantine pale and start cursing before stomping out of the Watchtower. Another nod and shaky thumbs up. 

 Alright. Okay. They had in fact let a ten-year old join the league, which wouldn’t have been so bad if they had known. Especially the fact that apparently Marvel was only half-human, which suddenly explained so much about how he didn’t know so many things about a human life. Which-

 “You,” he turned towards Phantom again to make sure he was listening before returning his attention to Marvel. “And you have both lived at least a year in the human realm with human companions, but your-” He turned his gaze towards the ravenette in the center. The six year old apparently. “-experience with the human realm is literally just with the Light.” 

 Yet another distracted nod. Okay. Bruce was tempted to scream in a room for the entire situation that had cropped up from the single action of taking Klarion’s familiar and then the boy himself into custody. Then again, it was honestly a much better thing they had apparently caught this. 

 “Alright,” he sighed, suddenly feeling incredibly exhausted. “To make sure I have all of this correct-” Because it was already a shitshow and the amount of shouting had absolutely spooked the child. To the point he’d- according to Marvel- made what was apparently some sort of very distressed noise that had made both him and Phantom running. Or rather flying and portaling. 

 “-in the realms, people there make friends through fighting,” Bruce pauses to make sure he got that part correct. The origin of this entire misunderstanding with the chaos-lord. Lordling? 

 All three nodded, Klarion losing interest in the cuffs and starting to pet his cat. Familiar. Everyone had referred to it as a familiar and Marvel had appeared utterly horrified that they had taken said familiar away. Somehow he was the one the trio were currently trusting and weren’t doing the same towards any of the other league members. 

 “And you have been trying to make friends with the Jr team, which they have been taking as an attack due to this miscommunication.” Honestly they should have gotten more information, though he couldn’t exactly blame any of the teens, what with everything they were currently dealing with. 

 “... is there any sort of guardian or something you might have, that can be contacted? Or anyone that could help prevent a situation like this from happening again?” All three avoided his eyes, suddenly finding things like the table and walls very interesting. 

 Oh. Hm. This could be a problem.

#dcxdp #dpxdc #prompts #Bruce is so done #Danny: I would have a guardian but the observants locked him up in his clocktower 'cause he used to date the king #Marvel: Does Tawny count?? Like he's a tiger but he also talks and is sapient... #Klarion: Mother Chaos is busy so dropped me off in this world to play #Bruce: Oh no #Bruce already filling out temporary custody papers: Oh No #Bruce: Do any of you know how to do human things #Danny: Oh my human caretakers were mad scientists- #Bruce: OH NO #Marvel: Oh when I'm smaller the street kids help me out #Bruce grabbing a blanket: OH NO #Klarion: I am doing good at being human a completely normal thing to want a good grade in #Bruce already bundling them up: OH NO #They all have familiars lmao #Klarion has Teekl the cat #Danny has Cujo the dog #Billy has Tawny the tiger #JL in the other room having a breakdown or five #Why yes they were fighting a literal child #And yes apparently they did let in another child and literal toddler #Danny: Hold on can I at least get my sister before we go anywhere #Bruce: Hnnnn #His kids are going to laugh at him for bringing home 4 kids

[38sr]

My Adventures with Superman EP 4: Design Works

My goodness it feels so strange to see these designs two years later but I actually had a hand in Clark, Lois and Jimmy’s gala suits in episode 4 of My Adventures with Superman!

This happened WAY back in Sept 2021 but during my first week on the show I jokingly sent a piece of art to one of the design leads and well, one thing led to another:

This is kind of running gag with my work, but I somehow always predict things when I draw fanart haha. I truly didn’t know there was gonna be a gala episode and now I was tasked to do a pass for the main trio’s gala outfits.

CLARK KENT

Naturally since it started with Clark, he was the first one I did a pass on. I actually really like men’s suits design so this was the most fun to design out of the three. Overall, I drafted up four different suits that gave 4 different feels for our soft boi. Option A was a full 3 piece with slick backed hair (which honestly now feels very Bruce Wayne than Clark haha). Option B had a high school prom feel, Option C was more business casual (hence why his dress shirt was unbuttoned at top) and finally Option D was sleek turtleneck & suit combo. Honestly, I was rooting Option D ‘cause I’m a sucker for a turtleneck but if I  remember correct they went with Option B ‘cause it felt the most Clark. But just know I tried haha.

LOIS LANE

Lois’s outfit was quite challenging since I had no clue until I was given the assignment that she’s Korean (yes, Lois is canonically Korean in the show). I remember the design leads Jane Bak and Dou Hong showing me a rough concept of a modern hanbok. I spent so many days researching hanboks and the construction behind them...it truly was a learning experience for me haha. It was quite challenging trying to create and outfit that spoke to Lois’ heritage while still keeping her energy. This was my very first pass but I think ultimately the team did a great job to hone in the final look and balance both elements for her outfit (the backless top is just chef’s kiss). Also yes, I did try giving Lois slick back hair haha.

JIMMY OLSEN

There isn’t much to say about Jimmy’s outfit (sadly I left the production to work on Spiderman Freshman Year before seeing what they decided on). But from what I remember, I specifically was looking at men’s outfits from the Met Gala from that year and before (I think Chadwick Boseman was the biggest influence for me at the time). Though I think his final suit design aren’t like too far off from my initial thoughts, it’s still super cool to see how it evolved into the final look!  But yeah! Just a little behind the scenes on the work I got to do on the show. Again, super brief since Spidey was calling my name but I truly had so much fun getting to design for this show. MAWS was my first ever time doing design work (since I primarily work as a 2D animator and board artist). I was so nervous but the team was welcoming and taught me so much! I really have to thank Dou Hong and Jake Wyatt for taking a chance on me and allowing me to draw hot anime characters for a DC show haha.

#long post #my adventures with superman #maws #maws spoilers #superman #lois lane #clark kent #jimmy olsen #digital art #character design

[russo-woso]

Dread || Niamh Charles

Red vs Blue.

Rival vs rival.

A London derby.

Arsenal vs Chelsea.

There were loads of nicknames for the match because ultimately, it was one of the most exciting games of the season.

The fans were excited for it, the players were excited for it, but you and a certain Chelsea defender wasn’t.

You dreaded the match, and so did Niamh, if not more.

Niamh was a defender, you were a striker. The thought of Niamh hurting you killed her.

You and Niamh had gone up against each other before, many times, but this time was different.

This was the continental cup final.

Arsenal were determined to keep their hands on the trophy, but Chelsea were just as determined to take it off of them.

When you awoke early on the morning of Easter Sunday, thanks to Niamh pressing soft kisses to your shoulder blade, you couldn’t help but cuddle into her, the dreaded feeling of playing against her sinking into your mind.

After a while of a comfortable silence taking over the room, you pulled away from Niamh, a serious look on your face.

“Promise me that no matter what the score is, we’ll be lying like this tonight.” You said to Niamh whilst a soft smile appeared on her face.

“I promise, love. Remember, Football will always come second when it comes to you.” Niamh told you and you nodded, agreeing with her words.

“You’ll always come first too.” You stated, pressing your lips on hers.

The rest of the morning you had free sped by and before you knew it, you and Niamh’s were going your separate ways.

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“Nervous about playing against Niamh?” Beth asked you, noticing that your leg was bouncing and your hands were fidgeting with whatever you could touch.

“Yeah. A bit.” You responded, sending a weak smile to her.

“Speak of the devil, she’s just messaged me to see how you are. Isn’t that sweet? I remember when you first met. It was love at first sight. And god was my ears chewed off by you going on and on about how you loved Niamh.” Alessia, who was sat next to you, teased you before telling the whole coach the story of how you and Niamh met.

It was true, Alessia had been there when you and Niamh met for the first time.

In fact, she had been the one to introduce you to one another.

You had joined the youth age groups later than everyone else but Alessia had taken you under wing and had introduced you to all her friends, including Niamh.

From then on, Alessia became your best friend, along with Tooney, the three of you becoming an iconic trio.

And you and Niamh grew closer too. Becoming friends and then realising the growing crush on her, before finally, after months of flirting with one another, Niamh asked you on a date.

That was nearly eight years ago and you’re still just in love with Niamh as if you were when you were sixteen.

“Less, stop it.” You told her, nudging her shoulder as she continued to tell embarrassing stories of you when you were teenagers.

“Yeah but I’m right in the middle of when you slipped on the ball when we were in Jordan.” Alessia said as the girls laughed.

“Well at least I didn’t have our coach performing the Heimlich manoeuvre on me because I was chocking on spaghetti. Some Italian you are.” You fired back, a grin taking over your face as Alessia’s face dropped.

“You promised to not tell anyone about that.” Alessia complained, rolling her eyes as Kyra fell to the coach floor laughing. “And I’m half Italian by the way.”

Your mind went foggy as tiredness took over it.

You rested your head on Alessia’s shoulder who immediately cuddled up to you and fell asleep.

It was a normal occurrence to fall asleep on the way to away matches, especially to fall asleep on Alessia.

Alessia and you always sat next to each other on the coaches and with your capability to fall asleep anywhere, it was normally her who had to deal with your snoring.

After two hours of sleeping, you were awoken by Kyra who was excited to play her first final for Arsenal.

Before long, you were walking out of the tunnel to complete a pitch inspection.

Noticing Niamh on the other side of the pitch, you split up from Kyra and Alessia and approaches Niamh.

A smile grew on Niamh’s face as she spotted you, opening her arms as she enveloped you in a hug.

You didn’t say anything, it was just a hug made of pure love for one another.

You broke away from the hug, reaching out to rest a hand on her cheek before pressing a light kiss on her lips.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Niamh said, your face centimetres away from hers.

“You will. I love you, Niamhy.”

“I love you too, pretty girl.”

And with that, you went your separate ways, you going back to Alessia and Kyra, and Niamh going back to Zecira.

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After an eventful game that went into extra time, the full time whistle blew.

It had been one hell of a match to say the least.

With the score being 0-0 through most of the game, to Frida collapsing on the pitch, to you scoring the winning goal just four minutes before full time.

The whole entire arsenal team gathered round celebrating.

It was as if you were dual natured in that moment.

One half of you wanted to celebrate with all your teammates, but the other half wanted to go and wrap Niamh in a hug.

You opted for both. Spending time with your teammates for a few minutes before going off to find Niamh.

“Niamhy, I’m so sorry.” You began but Niamh turned around with a light smile on her face.

“Don’t say sorry, love. I’m so proud of you.” Niamh opened her arms once again as you found your spot in between them. “You go celebrate. I’ll see you at home later, okay? We can have all the cuddles in the world then. I promise.”

Niamh stuck to her promise.

As you arrived back in London that night, most of the team decided to go out celebrating but you decided to get back home, desperately wanting to see Niamh.

After lots of teasing about you and Niamh, you eventually got away from them all and drive home.

Niamh was already waiting for you in bed, burying your head in her chest as you laid down next to her.

All of the dread had gone.

You were now in your happy place. Your safe space. You were with your Niamh.

#woso community #woso x reader #woso #woso imagine #womens football #woso fanfics #niamh charles #niamh charles x reader

[goldenbuckyyy]

YOU ARE IN LOVE

Summary: Confessions of love lead to a place you never thought you’d be.

Pairings: Draco Malfoy x fem!Reader

Word count: 6.6kish

Warnings: Idiots to lovers, SMUT (over 3k of it), oral sex (fem!receiving), raw sex, cream pie, multiple orgasms, undertones of Dom!Draco, pretty much making love

A/N: hi!!!! Omg, it’s finally here! Yay!! Here’s PART 4 of my Heather series. 🥺 my baby!! I’m so happy for this part. Hopefully you all enjoy. Please let me know what you think at the end!! I love them so much 😭💚 please read the first three parts before this one (linked below) Song for this fic: “You are in love” by Taylor Swift

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The cold November chill felt welcomed on your skin as you stood in the Astronomy tower. You overlooked Hogwarts with a smile, knowing this is the last Thanksgiving you’d ever spend here, but you didn’t feel sad right now. 

You felt grateful for your experience here because not many were that lucky. You had stayed for Thanksgiving break once back in your second year and it was magical. So beautiful. You loved it. Draco had stayed with you then. He never left you alone. 

But you were alone now. You knew he was back at the Malfoy manor. You watched him leave to catch the train just days ago. You pretended to forget something at the castle as your friends went to the train, but it was just an excuse so nobody would know that you were staying for the holiday. 

You didn’t want Draco finding out. You wanted to be alone. 

You slowly let your fingers run along the railing, the cold metal against your warm skin making you shiver slightly, and you tug your orange sweater over your palms to warm you up again. 

Today was Thanksgiving. One of your favorite holidays. You mostly enjoyed it because of the food. But truthfully, who didn’t? 

You were going to miss your mom's homemade Thanksgiving dinner. Especially the apple pie you and your dad always made for the holiday. But Hogwarts is going to have to make do. You’re sure they won’t disappoint. They never do. 

You had noticed there were a bit more students that had decided to stay. You were surprised to see so many students in your class. They probably wanted to enjoy their last Thanksgiving here as a student at Hogwarts. You were surprisingly happy to have chosen to stay. 

You start making your way down to the Great Hall for Thanksgiving dinner. Your belly is begging for food already. You only drank a warm cup of hot chocolate this morning because you loved to wait to eat until dinner time. That way you had more room for the feast. 

You had chosen to dress up today either way. You had paired your orange oversized sweater with a black skirt, it was one of those fitted ones that you really liked, black sheer leggings, and your pair of black booties. It was simple, but you felt pretty. 

You had even applied some makeup and styled your hair to your own liking. You even managed to find your cute pair of thanksgiving earrings. They were two little pumpkin pies. You thought it was hilarious when your mom gifted them to you when you were a kid. You’ve worn them every year since. 

You enter the Great Hall with a smile on your face, the different foods filling your space, you inhale deeply, almost moaning at the thought of eating already, and look around to see where you can sit. 

You spot the Golden Trio sitting down at the Gryffindor table. Talking amongst themselves enthusiastically and laughing. You noticed all the different students from different houses had all gathered at the same table. You smiled at that and made your way to Harry.

Ron notices you first, his elbow shoving Harry suddenly, Harry whimpering an “Ow!” He's about to shove Ron when Ron raises his eyebrows towards you, you’re still smiling as you walk towards them. Harry does the same thing he always does when he sees you. 

He sits up straighter, fixes his glasses, and smiles at you. 

“Hi, Harry!” You say as you reach them, standing next to Hermoine. Who has an empty seat next to her. She looks up at you, smiling, they all welcome you, “Is this seat taken?” 

“No, of course not!” Harry blubbers out with a rush. 

Ron and Hermoine snicker at his reaction, Hermoine places her hand on your forearm, “Sit, Y/N. You’re more than welcomed to join us.” 

You beam at her as you sit next to her. You both fall into conversation, completely forgetting about Ron and Harry, and gush about different topics. It was so incredibly easy to talk to Hermoine. Even Ron and Harry. 

They had even admitted to you a couple days ago that they were scared of you because of your friendship with Draco. You laughed loudly when they told you and teased them about it. You had even told them that Draco only puts on a front at them, but was truthfully a nice person. They were hesitant to believe you, but you didn’t force your words at them. 

Ron watches you and Hermoine with wide eyes, he looks at Harry, who looks about the same, “It’s like we don’t even exist, mate.” Harry hums in agreement. 

Soon enough, the long table is filled with the Thanksgiving feast. 

You gawk at the food in front of you. All the classics. The delicious looking turkey, the honey glazed pineapple ham, sweet potato casserole with brown butter on top, extra cheesy Mac and cheese, mash potatoes, corn casserole, and everything pumpkin flavored. 

Pumpkin pie, pumpkin juice, pumpkin cookies, pumpkin topping. It was overwhelming. 

You noticed your favorite butterbeer cookies eyeing you already. You reached over to grab some before they finished. 

You all start digging into the food, you enjoy a little bit of everything until you feel satisfied. 

The talks and laughter around you never stops. You feel happy with a belly full of food and a mouth filled with laughter. 

The Great Hall starts emptying slowly and you feel someone sit down next to you, you turn with a smile, and it doesn’t falter when you see Cedric. Dressed in his favorite Hufflepuff sweater and scarf combo along with a dazzling smile. 

You turn to face him, tilting your head on your arm, “Hi!” 

“Hi,” he chuckles out with crinkling eyes. 

You were happy that thankfully Cedric was okay with being only friends with you. It was a slightly awkward conversation the next night after what had happened she tween you two. Or what had almost happened. 

He had caught you on your way back to the Slytherin quarters, you had both gone to sit at one of the benches in the hall, and spoke openly about the past events. 

You apologized profusely about what had happened and he stopped you midway so he could apologize. He repeatedly asked you if you had felt he had taken advantage of you. With careful reassurance that you had consented to what had happened, every step of the way, and explained to him how you didn’t think it was fair to either of you to pursue something when your heart was truthfully with someone else. 

He didn’t ask who, but you knew that he knew. 

“How are you doing?” You ask him, nibbling on a butterbeer cookie. 

“I’m doing alright, are those good?” He questions curiously, you had him a piece, and he chews on it and rolls his eyes back, “Bloody brilliant, yeah?” 

“Indeed,” you hum back with a chuckle. 

Easy conversation flows between you two about the end of the semester and how lovely it is to be here for the Holidays. You both agreed that it was the right choice to stay here and that maybe you’d both stay again for Christmas. You had never stayed for Christmas and the Trio said they were going to stay as well. 

“I’m staying then,” you state happily, sipping on your pumpkin juice, and laughing at Ron’s comments to Hermione about something ridiculous. 

Hermoine nudges you suddenly, you look at her confused, her face falling as she’s looking towards the Great Hall double doors, and you turn quickly to see what’s she’s looking at. 

You feel your heart drop to your stomach when you see Draco standing there. He’s wearing his sweater, your favorite one, black slacks, and you notice his hair is loose and framing his forehead in curls. 

His eyes are already on you. 

You furr your eyebrows in confusion as you wonder what he’s doing here. You look around at your friends, who are looking at you in confusion, only knowing the bare minimum of what you had told them. But they knew something was going on between you two. 

“Excuse me,” you say quickly, grabbing your extra butterbeer cookies, and walk towards Draco. 

He waits for you at the entrance and immediately follows you as you walk out. 

You stop in the empty hallway, “What are you doing here?” You question him as you try to keep your voice steady. 

You fumble with the cookies in your hand, not wanting to look up at him, and he sighs deeply above you. 

“My mother told me you were spending the holiday here. Why didn’t you tell me? You could’ve come home with me.” 

You huff, “No, I couldnt.” 

“Why not? Because we’re in a fight?” Draco’s tone is not harsh, but in disbelief. You avoid his gaze and look to the side. 

“It doesn’t matter if we’re in a fight. You’re my best friend and I don’t want you to be alone on one of your favorite holidays.” 

“I’m not alone…I’m with my friends,” you reply quickly, brushing your hair away from your face, and trying to keep your heart from racing. 

“And what am I?” 

You finally look up at him when he says that. His gray eyes peering at you, his lips turned down into a frown, and he waits for your reply. You notice his fingertips are itching to grab your wrists. His hands go into tight fists to keep them to himself. 

Your heart skips a beat because you miss him so much. It’s only been over a week that you’ve spoken to him. Been in his bed. 

But it feels like a lifetime and it’s slowly killing you. 

You tilt your head to the side as you watch him, the corners of your lips frowning, your eyes taking him in, “You’re… you’re my Draco.” 

You both start casually walking down the hall, you both on instinct go towards the peach three in the courtyard, and you both sit down on the bench under the tree.

You shiver slightly as the cold wind brushes against your warm cheeks and Draco silently curses at himself for not bringing a coat with him to the Great Hall. 

You turn to face him, still holding your cookies in your hands, and look at him. Your heart feels heavy as you both stare at each other. 

His eyes look into yours with such sadness in them that it makes you want to curl into a ball and weep. You feel yourself starting to shake slightly because of how nervous you feel. 

Is this the end? The real end between you two? 

“Hey,” his voice startles you, soft and sweet, his hands finally inch towards you, and he takes your free one into his warm palms. His big hand covering yours completely. 

“Why are you shaking? It’s just me,” he whispers as he pushes a stray hair away from your face, his thumb caressing your cheek slightly, you feel yourself flush underneath his gaze, and you shuffle on the bench. 

“I feel this way because of you,” you admit, not breaking eye contact with him. 

“I…” Draco starts to say, but quickly stops talking when he notices a couple people walking around the halls and chatting in the corridor as well. 

He doesn’t let go of your hand, “We should go somewhere more private.” 

“Like where?”

He opens his mouth, but closes it. His jaw locks, his eyes slowly avert from yours, but then he looks back. Your eyebrows raise in confusion as you wait for him to speak.

“What about my room?” His voice filled with uncertainty. 

You still. You haven’t set foot in his room since the argument you last had in there. You hadn’t even bothered to go and get your things that you had left there. You hadn’t wanted to face him yet. 

A part of you wants to go back in there. You miss the warmth and comfort you felt there. 

Lately, all you’ve felt is loneliness as you sleep alone every night in the empty bed in your big room. 

The emptiness of his side next to you never left your mind. You find yourself nodding, he gets up, you follow, and he leads you towards his room. 

He stops in front of the door after walking up the steps, you behind him, and he whispers his password to the painting in front of the door. 

He whispers your favorite spell.

Your heart tugs a bit that he didn’t change it. You know it hasn’t been that long, but it’s been the longest time the both of you have gone without each other. 

He opens the door and the sweet smell of apples mixed with cinnamon and vanilla fills your senses. You let your eyes close slightly, inhaling the mesmerizing scent, and you follow him inside his room. 

He walks around the room and you stand near the door, feeling a bit awkward, not knowing what to do anymore in this room, and you watch him. 

He peers at you as he sits in his emerald green loveseat, he gestures to the matching chair in the corner of the room, and you start walking towards it. You glance around the room, taking notice that all your belongings are still in the same place, and you wish they weren’t. 

You secretly wish he had already packed up your belongings into a box to make this easier. You sit down and set your cookies onto the table in between you two. 

“Do you want some tea or coffee?” He asks as he’s about to stand up to make some. 

“No, it’s okay.” 

He pauses and sits back down. He turns his body towards you, his leg bouncing up and down, and he lets out a deep sigh. 

A couple minutes pass with you both sitting in silence. You gulp down your nerves and open your mouth to speak. 

“Draco?” You ask. 

Your voice fills his ears like sweet honey. “Yes?” 

“Why am I here?” You question him as you let out a sigh. 

“I’m a coward,” he blurts out, turning his face to look at you, you frown. 

“What?” 

“I am a coward. Draco Malfoy is a coward.” 

You adjust yourself into your seat, placing one leg underneath your bottom, and fully face him.

“Draco,” you say, reaching over to him and taking his hand in both of yours. “What are you talking about?” 

His hand grips yours, “The last time you were here… You, uh, you asked me if I ever thought about doing.. what we do… with, umm, someone else.” Your eyes furr because Draco is fumbling with his words and he never does. 

“I remember,” you tell him, a pang in your chest when you remember what he said after you asked him that last time. 

“Well.. I.. I, uh, I lied to you.” 

You sit up straight. His eyes racing over your face, taking in your different expressions, “I know I insinuated that I thought about doing that with Heather, but I lied. I’ve never thought about doing what we do with anybody else. Ever.” 

You scoff at him, not believing him, “What are you going off about, Draco? You’ve fancied Heather since the day you met her.” You try to pull your hand out of his, but he grips onto it.

“I told you that day that I never thought about doing this with someone else and I meant it. I know I said I fancied Heather, but I swear.. I… I never have.”

“You lied to me?” You say in disbelief. A part of you wanting to be happy that he never fancied her, but why did he lie to you?

“I… I did.” 

“Why? What are you saying?” You pull your hand out of his with force, standing up quickly and starting to pace around the room, as the memories of that conversation fill your mind. 

Draco sits up in the loveseat, facing you, and pouting. 

“I asked you if you felt anything for me! I asked you if I was more than just your friend! You didn’t say anything! I gave you a chance to say anything, to say something, and you bloody stayed quiet! You never said anything! And then I’m with Cedric that night and you burst into his room, demanding I go with you, and for what? For you to never say anything else to me? Then we didn't talk for almost a week and now… now… now you want to say something? Why?” 

You continue to pace the room, confusion filling you, and you stop in front of him. Hands on your hips, chest raising angrily, and you watch him. 

He doesn’t say anything, biting the skin around his fingernails, and he bites his lower lip with nerves. 

“What’s going on, Draco? You’re confusing me,” you cry out at him.

“I am a coward that didn’t see what was in front of him until it was too late,” he stands up, towering over you, taking his hands in his, and you both look into each other’s eyes. 

“I am in love with you,” he confesses in a whisper. You suck in a gasp, your world stills at his words, and you start shaking your head. 

You frown deeply, “Stop it.” 

Draco grips your hands in his tightly, “This… this thing between us started in fifth year.. we were barely fifteen years old. We both decided to do this, but a part of me only agreed because I wanted you to want me the same way I’ve always wanted you,” you mouth parts in shock, “A part of me has always loved you. I… I think I’ve always known that I have, but I’ve always been a coward at admitting it to myself. That was almost four years ago next year… And… my-my love for you has only grown.” 

You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you stare up at him, trying your hardest to wrap your mind around his words, and you let the tears fall down your cheeks. 

“Please, don’t cry,” he whispers as his thumb wipes away your tears gently. 

Your lips quiver, “I… I’m having a hard time believing you, Draco.” Your confession stuns him, he looks at you with confusion. 

“Wh-what?” His voice is shaky. 

“What about Heather?” 

His eyes darted away from your face for a second, “I… I, um, I made it up.”

“You what?” You feel different emotions filling your body. Confusion at his confession. Anger that he lied to you. Happiness because he feels the same way. Guilt for what you had done with Cedric. 

“I didn’t lie when I said I met Heather because of my mom in the summer. But I’ve never felt anything towards her. Ever. I only said that to you because I was hoping to make you jealous,” another confession slips his lips. 

“To… make me jealous?” You repeat his words, feeling distress. 

He nods, his body language showing you he’s ashamed of his actions, and he sighs. “I… I know my actions are confusing you.. and I know you might need some time, but…” he pauses and his palms cup your face gently, “I am in love with you.” 

Your breathing is picking up, you’re looking at him in shock, everything you’ve ever wanted to hear… he’s saying it right now. 

“I’m so in love with you that I was deeply afraid of letting you know because of the fear that you didn’t feel the same way about me. But if I would have just looked deeper… I would have seen and heard what you were trying to tell me…” 

“And what was that?” You whisper out, your hands slowly moving to palm his hands on your face. 

“That you’re in love with me too,” he pleads, voice wavering with hope. 

“Draco,” you whisper, tears falling down your cheeks, closing your eyes as you let a whimper fall out between your lips. 

“Do you not believe me?” He questions, hurt filling the room. 

You sniff as you lean your face into his palms, crying out, “Can you blame me?” 

Before you know it, you feel Draco’s hands leaving your face, you look for his hands, and he’s kneeling in front of you. 

“What? Draco, what are you doing?” 

He holds your hands in his, his knees touching the floor, he lets out a quiet cry. 

Your heart breaks at hearing him cry. 

“Y/N…” he begins, “Its always been you.” He looks up at you with tears in his eyes, “I have always loved you, never anybody else. I swear it. I have never once felt the way I feel for you for anybody else. Never.” 

He grips your hands in his, kissing the palms of your wrists, “You are the only one I’m ever going to want.” His voice is shaking, “It’s you who I want next to me. Warming my bed, forever. You’re everything I want. Everything!” 

You both are staring at each other, crying together, he continues, “I know I’m a bloody fucking idiot for not saying this sooner and I know it’s hard to believe me right now after everything… but I’m so in love with you that merely thinking about anybody else… It sickens me. You are the only person that matters to me. You’re the only one I see in my future.” 

You fall to your knees in front of him, your arms wrapping around his neck, his hands gripping your waist so your knees don’t hit the floor as he tugs you into him, and you cry. 

“Draco, I…” your lips quiver, “I’m so sorry for what I did with Cedric. I… I thought you didn’t feel the same way and I just wanted to forget about you.” 

Draco shakes his head rapidly, “Don’t apologize. You did nothing wrong. I was a coward and you were just trying to move on from my bloody dumbass.” 

You let out a giggle at his words, you wipe his tears away from his face as he wipes away yours, “I’m in love with you, too.” You confess, your heart rate accelerating at saying those words out loud. Finally. 

His eyes lighten up at your words. 

“I’ve always loved you. I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember. It has been hell without you since our last argument and I never want to go through that again.” You lay your head on his shoulder, sniffing and whimpering into him, and he holds you in his arms tightly. 

“It won’t ever happen again, I swear.” 

“I love you,” he whispers into your ear as his hands tangle into your hair. You scruff your head onto his shoulders, taking him in, and breathing in his warm scent all around you. 

You both lean out, his forehead on yours, your eyes are closed, you can feel his heartbeat against you, and his breathing increasing slightly. 

One of his hands grasp your neck, you lean up to look at him, his eyes wander your face and land on your lips. Your hands are holding onto his biceps as one of his free arms wraps around your waist, gently and with hesitance. As if he’s scared to touch you. 

“I’ve missed you terribly, my love.” 

You lick your lips, “I missed you more.” You let your gaze stop on his lips, he parts them open, and you both start leaning into each other. 

You met in the middle, your lips centimeters apart, you can smell his mint breathe, and you shiver at being this close to him again. 

“Draco,” you whisper out as you close your eyes, letting your body melt into his, and he pulls you into his space with his arms. 

His lips touch yours gently, you whimper at the feeling as fire erupts in your belly at the contact, goosebumps breaking out over your skin, and your eyes flutter closed. 

You move your arms to wrap around his neck as your lips move against his, it’s as if you’ve never been apart, and you feel fuzzy like you always do when you kiss him. You feel your body already reacting to his touch and you cry out for him. 

Draco’s tongue slowly lines your bottom lip, you part your mouth open for him, and your tongues meet in the middle. You both moan simultaneously, one of his hands gripping your waist, the other on the back of your neck, and you grip your arms together around him. You lean up to kiss him harder and he bites your bottom lip which causes you to whine loudly. 

You pull away from him, his mouth sucking on your lip, and you groan against him. His hands move towards the end of your sweater, you feel him hesitate, and you look at him with a small smile. Feeling your skin flushed. 

“I trust you,” you breathe out, his eyes flutter, and he smiles sweetly at you. He wraps his lips around yours once more, his hands inch underneath your sweater, and your skin feels as if it’s on fire. His big warm hands on your skin making your belly erupt with butterflies. 

“God, I’ve missed your skin.” He starts to kiss down your neck with big open mouthed kisses, leaving love bites down as he goes, his eyes looking up at you with pleasure, and you moan with every kiss. You grind your hips against his, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, and you pull away from him. 

You stand up quickly, pulling him up with you, and you both stand in front of each other. 

You take one step back, letting yourself take him in, the big dent in his slacks making your mouth water, and you reach down to tug off your sweater. 

You throw it to the side, letting him look at your chest, your breasts are covered with a lacy black bra, and you're both breathing heavily. You kick off your boots with ease, he follows your lead by tugging off his sweater, and unbuckling his belt. 

You both hold eye contact as you lower down your skirt and him his slacks. You lick your lips once you see him in only his tight black briefs, your mouth feeling dry when he palms himself to try and relieve the pressure he’s feeling, he hisses at his own touch, you tighten your legs together for a second to slow down the throbbing you feel, and you slide your hands into your sheer leggings. 

You bend down slowly to pull them off your legs and you stand in front of him, holding the lace of your panties in between your fingers. 

Draco's eyes are taking you in, every single inch of you, and you don’t feel insecure under his stare. You missed the way he ate you up with his eyes, he’s biting his lips as his eyes go down to your breasts, your navel, and land on your most private area. 

You feel yourself wet with anticipation and want. 

“Lay down,” Draco orders, chills run down your spine at his tone, and your body follows before your mind can. You lay down on the bed, with your arms underneath you to hold you up, and Draco moves to hover over your body. 

You feel him against your thigh, hard, and you moan when he kisses your neck. 

His arms are caging you underneath him, “Can I touch you, baby?” 

You nod at him as you reach up to kiss his lips, slowly. 

His hand slips underneath your torso, he unclips your bra, you let it fall over your shoulders, pulling it off your chest, and his mouth immediately meets with your already perked nipples. 

You gasp when his warm tongue laps on your nipples, he moves between both of your breasts, his hands cupping each one of them, the moans you let out only fuels him, and he starts moving down your stomach. 

He lets his tongue swirl around your belly, licking your naval, and his hands grip onto your panties. 

He swiftly pulls them down, he sits on his knees with your legs on his shoulders, he pulls off your panties, he kisses the inside of your ankle, and you open your legs for him. 

Your hands grip your breasts as he admires you. You’re soaking and he knows it. 

He watches your glistening pussy underneath him, all for him, he moans at the sight, and curses. 

“You’re fucking beautiful,” he licks up your calf, bitting the inside of your thighs, and you whimper. His eyes are locked on yours, he’s making sure you’re watching him, and you bite your bottom lip when his mouth hovers over your pussy. 

“Dray,” you whisper, hitching your hips to him, and he tsks at you. 

“Always so inpatient,” he says with a chuckle, he lowers himself down flat, and spreads your legs wider. His mouth latches onto you, you moan out loudly when you feel his wet tongue on you, his tongue laying flat on your folds, then flicking up to your clit. 

You gasp sharply, your breathing increasing with pleasure, and you tilt your head back as your hands grasp onto his almost white locks. 

Your hips move with his mouth in sync, he licks and slurps your wetness, your clit throbbing against him, “I’ve missed your taste, princess.” His breaths on you, you move your legs onto his shoulders, and pull him down to you again. 

He continues to eat you up, he slowly lets a finger enter you, you cry out at the sensation, feeling yourself tight around his digit, and he works you open slowly. 

He groans against your pussy as he feels how tight you are around him, he couldn’t believe he had gone so long without you, and he inserts a second finger without warning. 

You gasp again, feeling yourself burning up as he opens you, his fingers curling inside of you is something you hadn’t realized how much you had missed, and Draco starts moving his hips into the mattress. 

Your mouth parts with pants as his fingers find your sweet spot, “Draco!” You breathe out with a moan, his tongue lapping your wetness faster, his lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it, your legs are starting to shake as you near your orgasm, and he increases his speed inside of you. 

His fingers keep fucking into you, his tongue licking you in the right places, and playing with your clit at all the right moments. 

“You’ve always tasted amazing, sweetheart.” Draco quickly says to you before he continues doing what he does best. 

You whine out, hands locked into his hair, your back arching up with pleasure, and he moves his free hand to play with your nipples. You tug onto his locks feeling yourself getting closer and knowing that’s the signal you use to tell him.

Draco moans against your pussy, sending vibrations to your clit, and you feel your lower belly start contracting with your anticipating orgasm. 

You feel tears in the corner of your eyes, your hips grinding against his mouth, and he curls his fingers inside of you one more time. 

“Draco!” You yell out in pleasure as your orgasm takes over you suddenly. His mouth latches onto your clit, sucking on it, your entire body shaking with euphoria, and Draco only slurps up all your wetness. 

Draco moans against your pussy, licking you slowly as you come down, your chest raising up and down to catch your breath, and Draco slowly pulls away from you. His fingers inside of you exit slowly and you bite your lip looking at him. 

Draco’s lips are swollen and puffy, he licks them and sucks his bottom lip, you reach down to him, pulling at him from his arms, and wrapping your lips around his. Moaning as you taste yourself on him. His hand wrapping underneath your neck, pulling your naked body into his, his warm-flushed skin feeling hot against you, and you both lean your foreheads together. 

You look down at his still covered dick and look into his eyes again. He waits for you to say something, his gray eyes looking beautiful, and you reach down to shove off his briefs. 

Draco moves one of his hands to help you, you feel his big dick hit your thighs, and you know he’s absolutely throbbing against you. 

“I can’t wait to feel you,” Draco whispers into your neck as he pumps himself quickly, you spread open your legs, placing your hands on his face, he aligns himself with you, you both stare into each other’s eyes, he rubs his dick up and down your wetness, hitting your clit gently, you moan, and then you feel him at your entrance. 

You’re both breathing deeply, his dick entering your folds, and you bite your lower lip. One of his hands underneath your waist and the other holding your face. It’s as if the world stills around you both. It feels as if it’s just you two at this moment. Just you two in this world and nobody else. 

Draco's eyes never leave yours as he slowly moves himself to enter you, you gasp at the feeling, he moans at your tightness around him, and his tip moves deeper inside of you. Slowly. 

You pull him closer into you, your pussy stretching around him, feeling so full once again, and you cry out to the missed feeling. 

His lips connect on yours passionately, “Always so fucking tight for me.” 

You nod at his words, kissing his lips, clenching around him, his mouth parting open on yours, you both letting out moans against each other’s lips at the pleasure, and he starts moving his hips against yours. 

“I’ve missed you,” you whisper against his lips, licking the inside of his mouth, rocking your hips against his, your noses nudging together, and he lets out a whimper as he bottoms out inside of you. 

“I’ve missed you so.. so, fuck, so fucking much.” His lips kiss your face, down your chin, and your neck. Leaving sloppy kisses all over you. 

He sucks on your collarbone, leaving more love bites because he knows you love to see them, and you roll your hips against his. 

His tongue swirls around your breasts again, your bodies moving together in sync, sweat already coating your skin, and his thrusting gets deeper inside of you. You feel so full right now. Feeling so full of Draco. 

Tears prick your eyes as you realize you are making love to Draco Malfoy. He’s making love to you. Maybe this isn’t the first time you make love, but it’s the first time you do after confessing your love to each other. 

Draco notices your tears, he kisses them away without pausing his motions, and whispers sweet nothings into your ear. 

“You’re perfect, baby. So fucking good for me. Like always.” 

He praises you, licking your earlobe and sucking on it, you grip the back of his neck as his words consume you, and you let the tears fall down your cheeks slowly. 

You moan out when he wraps one of his arms underneath your waist to hitch you up higher, his angle making his dick go in deeper, and all you feel is bliss. Blissfulness and love all around you. The room smells like vanilla, caramel, and sweet sex. 

His lips wrap around yours once again, your pussy squeezing around him, wanting to make him feel you, and he moans into your mouth. 

Draco swiftly switches your positions as he’s now sitting down on the bed, his legs parted open, you sitting down on him, hovering over his dick, and you align yourself again with him. 

Draco holds your hips with his big hands, looking down at himself as you reach down for him, you hold him steady while you lower yourself down into him. He’s watching himself enter your sweet pussy.

“Fuck,” he whispers at you, admiring the view. 

His hands grip your hips while you take him in, squeezing your walls around him, “Fucking shit.” He curses as he watches you take him in deep. 

You moan out, eyes rolling back at the sensation, setting your hands down on his shoulders to get a good rhythm, his hips moving into yours, and once you both get a good rhythm.. he pulls you into his lips once more. 

You kiss him, mouth open, both moaning together, your hips grinding down on his, feeling him everywhere, he’s filling you up so nicely, your breasts against his chest, his arm wraps around your waist holding you, and his forehead is against yours. 

In this position, you could feel him so deeply. Your walls contracting on his dick with every thrust, his moans as your clench only makes you wetter, and you both cry out at the feeling. 

His free hand moves in between the space of your bodies, his fingers inch towards your clit, and you whimper when you feel him touch your sensitive bud. 

“Draco,” you cry in a whisper, he slowly moves his fingers against you, kissing your neck, and you tilt your head back to let him. 

“Look at me,” he says, your body immediately reacts to his words, and you’re facing him. You look fucked and he loves it. He finds the most pleasure in making you feel this way. He loves it. 

You make eye contact with him, he licks his lips, and you don’t look away. You’re both panting together, bodies moving as if they are one, and you slowly start feeling the orgasm coming again. 

“I’m close,” you whisper, “Are you?” You ask him because you won’t come again until he does. He knows this. 

His hips are still meeting yours, soft and slow, but with so much passion. His dick hitting your soft spot inside of you, getting you closer to your release. 

He nods, kissing you slowly, and he increases his speed on your clit. You both keep staring at each other, panting only getting louder, whines getting closer together, your legs are shaking slightly, his hips are moving faster and sloppier, and you’re waiting for him to reach his orgasm. 

You feel your orgasm at the brink of taking over you when Draco orders, “Come for me.” 

Instincly, both of your hands intertwined together tightly. 

You cry out as your orgasm takes over your body, shaking entirely, his hips moving into you as he releases into your pussy at the same time you do, and you pull him into a kiss to ride out both of your orgasms. 

“I love you,” he whispers into your mouth, his hips still moving underneath you as you both ride out your orgasms, he’s filling you up deep with his cum, and you kiss him harder. 

“I love you. I love you. I love you,” you repeat into his mouth, tears running down your face, and you feel tears running down his as well. 

“It’s always been you. Always.”

You cry at his words, you both pull away from each other, foreheads leaning together, still connected, and feeling the post-orgasm bliss. 

You look into his eyes, wondering how you could never tell how much he loved you, and you smile at him with tears in your eyes. 

“You’re my best friend,” he admits with a smile. 

He’s so in love with you. 

You cry out a giggle, placing your hands on his face, kissing him slowly, “You’re my best friend.” You never thought you’d be in this situation.

Finally.

You can feel it all around. All you feel is love. Love between you and Draco. There’s nothing but silence in this room, but you know he feels it too. 

You’re in love with Draco Malfoy. 

And he’s in love with you. 

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°˖ ⊹ ꒰ LS2 ꒱ FROM FRIENDS TO THIS ─ LOGAN SARGEANT

LOGAN SARGEANT x gf!childhood bff!reader

⌗︙・ summary — as best friends, you, logan, and oscar should know everything about each other. but you and logan are hiding a certain secret from oscar...

genre — fluff, socmed au, faceless reader

notes — in honour of logan earning his FIRST EVER POINTS in formula 1, here's a fluffy little socmed fic of childhood besties reader logan and oscar! i love logan and oscar's friendship, it's so so cute. hope u all enjoy xx

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yourusername    fun in the sun

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logansargeant    Credits to the photographer?

yourusername    thank you logan….

oscarpiastri    ☀️

logansargeant    Gramps finally figured out how to use emojis? Never thought the day would come yourusername    everyone say great job grandpa! landonorris    Great job Grandpa logansargeant    Great job grandpa

user1    asdhsgadhgf not y/n fighting logan AND oscar in the comments 😭😭 best trio ever

user2    Sorry who is she? Does she work in F1? Why do so many drivers follow her

user3    she’s Y/N L/N, she’s childhood friends with oscar and logan

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logansargeant    Hell of a summer to remember

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alex_albon    where was my invite??? :(

logansargeant    Lmk when you’re next in Florida mate

yourusername    my turn to say CREDITS TO THE PHOTOGRAPHER !!!

logansargeant    🙄 A little ‘please’ would be nice yourusername    but u don’t deserve nice logansargeant    Watch the attitude princess

oscarpiastri    Language.

yourusername    don’t act like you haven’t said worse, piastri logansargeant    Exactly, rich coming from someone who threw a temper tantrum when he lost monopoly oscarpiastri    I did NOT throw a tantrum… yourusername    i have pics of u sulking btw

user1    MY COMFORT TRIO

user2    anyone ship y/n and oscar? no? just me? okay

user3    Nah bro Oscar has a gf. But Logan and Y/N >>>> user4    they’ve known each other for forever i think if they had feelings for each other they would’ve gotten together by now 😭

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f1driversnwaggossip    Oscar Piastri spotted arriving in the UK, fresh off of a fulfilling summer trip with childhood friends Logan Sargeant and Y/N L/N 😊

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user1    aww, does that mean no more oscar-logan-y/n content 😭😭

user2    rip oscar’s summer vacay era, it was great while it lasted

user3    ughhhh im going to miss seeing the three of them together sm

user4    Fr like we probably aren’t going to see Y/N with any of them for a long time again 😭 Especially since she’s probably gonna be busy with school, she hardly ever attends GPs user5    y/n and logan seem to be fine having fun on their own lol just saying user4    Wdym? user5    check logan’s ig stories, i think he’s still hanging out with y/n

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please more leclerc!reader with her brothers !!

Let her go

Arthur Leclerc Charles Leclerc Lorenzo Leclerc Pascale Leclerc & Leclerc!reader

Summary - Y/n is getting married and her older brothers is learning to let her go

Warning - Herve Leclercs death, poor translation of French

A/n - I know I haven't finished the golden trio but look I've been wanting to post a written fic for a while now and I have seen so many brothers first look tiktoks so thats what you're getting today!! 😚

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2017

Herve Leclerc was on his last days when he called his three sons to his hospital room. "Papa? Is everything okay?" Lorenzo asked of his dying father.

"My three sons as you know I'm nearing my last day and I only have one thing to ask of you..." The three brother surrounded their fathers bed, Charles and Lorenzo sitting in seats on each side of the bed with Arthur sitting at the feet of the hospital bed. "I want you three to step up and take my place in protecting, caring and loving your sister"

Herve adored his sons equally but he had a different sort of adoration for his youngest. Since her birth, he has always thought of her as an angel. "Of course...we'll do anything you ask of us Papa" Charles answered his fathers orders, alike their father they also felt that level of undying adoration for their younger sister.

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Charles had sat Y/n down on the plush couch in their Monte Carlo childhood home. "Chérie...Papa died last night" It broke the twenty year old's heart to see his sister find out about their fathers death. He could see her eyes gloss over and fill with salty tears.

He took her into his arms as she started to sob. "He loved you so much, and he said he will watch over us always..." He could feel himself breaking down at his sisters reaction. But Charles knew it was coming.

The twenty year old Monégasques knew it wouldn't be easy for anyone, not for their mother, not for him, Lorenzo, Arthur or her. But they would do what they always did, push through and come out stronger.

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2023

Waking up today, all three of the Leclerc brothers knew it would be both a hard and joyous day for them. It was the day they would have to give away their sister, the sister they promised to their father they would cherish, protect and love in his place. But today they'd need to give her away to the love of her life.

They were staying in the childhood home, back in their childhood bedrooms. When planning her wedding with her fiancé, Y/n insisted they have it in Monte Carlo. Of course her fiancé agreed, knowing how she wanted to be close to her late father on her wedding day.

Getting out of his bed, Charles made his way down to the kitchen where Pascale and Lorenzo were sat eating breakfast. “Bonjour” He announced his presence before making a start on his coffee.

“So where is the bride?” Turning to look at his mother, Charles wondered how Y/n was feeling this special morning.

There was a audible sigh from Pascale. “Well your sister couldn’t sleep last night so I imagine she is currently still sleeping” Both Lorenzo and Charles had concerned looks on their faces.

Noticing their concern, Pacale continued "She couldn't sleep because she was too excited. Don't worry no cold feet" She knew every single one of her children, Pascale knew all too well that her three sons would be overly worried for their sister.

The two oldest sons just nodded, concern evidently gone.

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There was a knock on the front door. Charles, who was talking with Arthur on the sofa, got up to answer the door. Behind the door stood, the maid of honour and the rest of the bridal party. "Hello Ladies, how can I help you?" Charles joked before stepping aside letting them in.

"We're here for the special bride, where might she be?" The maid of honour asked as she looked around the open plan kitchen and living room where Pascale, Arthur and Lorenzo currently sat. After hearing the question, Pascale quickly pointed up the stairs to which the excited party followed.

After watching the girls running upstairs, Charles moved to sit back down on the couch. As he sat down, all the Leclerc brothers and Pascale could hear was the sounds of excitement.

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It had been a few hours since the bridal party arrived and everyone had now gotten ready. Standing on the balcony was Arthur, Lorenzo and Charles, all facing away from the balcony doors and more towards the Monte Carlo harbour.

Y/n insisted they do a first look for the brothers, so that’s why she was stood just behind her three older brothers. “Maman are you filming?” She asked of her mother who stood off to the side filming. Pascale nodded. “Okay, you guys can turn around now”

Turning around, each brother now faced their Y/n. She was dressed in her long white gown, hair done and makeup perfected. Tears welled up in their eyes, they could remember the day she was born and how they watched her grow up into the incredible woman.

“Oh chérie tu es si belle” Arthur was the first pipe up from their stunned state, walking towards her before bring her into a careful hug.

Soon enough Lorenzo followed, hugging his sister. “Je t'aime tellement petite princesse” Even now when she was just about to get married, he still used his nickname for her. The same nickname he has used since her birth.

After stepping aside, Charles was the last one to break his stunned state. “Cha Cha…?” Y/n called out for him, everyone knew he was the closest to her, that he loved her the most.

“Mon rayon de soleil…” Finally he stepped forward, taking her hands in his. “Je suis si fier de toi” Through his tears was a soft smile the same smile he had when Y/n started high school, when Y/n graduated and when Y/n was born.

The next question meant so much to Charles, even more than anything else. “Cha Cha…m'accompagner dans l'allée?” She was asking him to take their fathers place and walk her down the aisle before giving her away.

In that moment, he really felt like he had accomplished the one thing his father asked of him and that was to take his father place once he was gone.

Nodding aggressively, Charles crashed Y/n into a hug. “Oui oui oui bien sûr!”

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[pixiesfz]

hey! could you maybe do a sam kerr x matildas!reader where sam and reader get into a huge fight before a game and refuse to talk to eachother, but then during the game reader gets hurt really badly and it absolutely terrifies sam causing her to just snap out of it and comfort the reader, feeling really guilty about their argument

when I saw this request I had just been dreaming of the best not cringe and actually like valid argument that doesn't put either reader or Sam in the right.

give up? s.k

plot: Though you and Sam play internationally together you play in Barcelona for the champions league but Sam casually brings up a contract for you in the WSL which leads into a fight and then a very messy game.

warning: angst, swearing, stubborn people, blood, injury, LONG

It was known that your contract with barca was coming to a close, many people thought you would stay and you would if it wasn't for girlfriend.

You're loving girlfriend Sam Kerr who isn't just your fiancé but also your national captain.

You grew up together as you were both called up to almost all ages of the Matilda's camps. "annoyingly slowly" Caitlin says you two realised your feelings for each other before you got your first signings out of Australia.

You were scared when she went to America that you would have to break up but somehow the two weeks of Australia camps every three months held you two threw it.

So Sam knew you were the one for her and you knew you could never imagine loving someone more than you loved Sam.

So last year when she flew up to Barcelona 'secretly' (mapi accidently told you) to propose you said yes immediately.

Jessie played in London and you in Spain it was an unspoken problem that the two of you rarely brought up but it hurt every time you had a bad game and couldn't crawl into Sam's arms.

A phone call wasn't enough.

So Sam started talking around to WSL leagues secretly and vouching for you, you didn't need vouching though managers would dream for a defender like you, you were clean and patient with Umpires.

You still gloated on how you had never received a red card ever.

You loved Barcelona and the girls that you played with you had many memories there, you helped Alexia with English sometimes in interviews when she was confused, she mainly picked you for partners when doing Media duties so you could help her with anything.

Mapi had even once convinced you to get a matching tattoo with her, just a small one under your boob of a cartoon like soccer ball with your number next to it.

Barca had been amazing for your career, you won a lot. Which you loved but you never had Sam to celebrate with as she was in London.

Moving to a different club would be a hard decision and Sam was at her high at Chelsea being one of the captains, you weren't a captain but you couldn't help the selfish intentions that came over you.

Sam had been having conversations with clubs such as Arsenal but also her own.

Emma didn't deny when Sam said you would be a great fit in the team and you and Millie defending together would practically be a brick wall.

But she didn't say anything until the first night of your last tillies camp of the year.

It was dinner and you were all sitting with the 'trio', Steph, Katrina, Hayley and her three children.

"What are you doing about your contract?" Mackenzie asked you as you looked down at your plate and played with your pasta "uhm-"

"Chelsea's keen on her" Sam piped up and you quickly turned your head to her, you went to say something but Steph beat her to it "I heard Jonas talking about how she's going to the WSL" she teased and you shot her a confused look which she didn't see.

Alanna made comments about man city as Mackenzie did West Ham but you looked down.

You hadn't made any choices.

You and Sam hadn't talked about it.

Did she expect you to just drop your career?

You were quiet for the rest of dinner before finishing quickly and going up to your shared room with Sam.

"Did I say anything bad?" Alanna asked as she was the last to speak "no" Sam said and looked at her food "I'll go check on her" she said before following after you.

You were in the shower when Sam came in, your thoughts were clouded by questions.

A knock sounded at the bathroom door when you got out "babe?" Sam called out "Can I come in?" she asked and you shook your head "no"

"why not?" she asked and you started to get changed "cause I'm naked"

"Oh c'mon I've seen you naked before"

"I'm not in the mood for jokes" you called before zipping your (sams) Jumper up and walking out, brushing past Sam's shoulder.

"Alanna thinks she said something, are you okay?" she asked and stepped forward to you.

"How did Jonas apparently know I was interested in the WSL if I haven't made any decisions yet?" you asked and Sam stopped walking "I- I don't know" she said and you rolled your eyes "you do know!"

Sam slumped "Okay I may have been telling teams in the WSL that-"

"That I what?, want to leave my team of seven years? Sam we haven't even talked about what I should do, this isn't something that you do alone" you said, using your hands dramatically, something Sam noticed you do when your serious.

"You never want to talk about it!" Sam shot back "every time I bring it up you talk about something else"

She was right but you were too angry to realize that at the moment.

"What so you go behind my back?" you scoffed "Sam this is my career do you expect me to drop it so I'm with you!" you yelled and Sam stood back "well do you not want to be with me?" she asked softly and you groaned "of course I want to be with you but you don't seem to mind the fact that this change will only effect my career"

"I'm sorry I actually want to be able to sleep in the same bed as my fiancé for more than two times a month!" Sam yelled and you shut your eyes before storming towards your bag.

"What are you doing?" Sam asked "Grabbing my stuff and going to Steph's room before I say something I'll regret" you say as you packed your bag.

"What like maybe how we shouldn't get married?" Sam said sternly as the tears that you had been holding rose to your eyes, you froze, your back towards Sam.

You zipped up your bag before you turned to Sam who look defeated.

"yeah" you sniffed "exactly that".

You didn't mean it and neither did Sam.

When you left the room and closed the door you sobbed, your brain screamed at you to go back and to kiss Sam as hard as you ever had before and apologies.

You would move to any club for her.

You would do anything for her.

When you reached Steph's room, she didn't question why you were crying, just held you as you cried into her arms.

In the morning of the game you woke up feeling like shit, your eyes were puffy and red and there was a note on the door from Steph saying she would bring up breakfast up for you.

You smiled at your friends kindness and got dressed into your kit before going into the bathroom and trying to get rid of any signs of the tears that melted your skin the night before.

You wondered if Sam felt the same way.

When Steph walked down stairs for breakfast Sam perked up from the corner of the room, expecting to see you but Steph shook her head at Sam and instead grabbed two of everything so she could bring it back up to you.

"You look shit skipper" was all Mackenzie said as she patted Sam's shoulder.

When you and Sam finally saw each other in the morning was when you were getting into the bus but luckily Katrina's eager toddler was adamant on sitting with you on the bus.

"Why have you been crying?" Harper asked you in a sweet tone as you sat at the back with her "I said something bad to someone I love" you admitted and Harper snuggled into you which you accepted.

You didn't see how Katrina and Sam were watching you together at the front of the bus.

"What did you do?" Katrina asked and Sam crossed her head "I can't talk about it right now"

You fell asleep with Harper cuddling you pretty quickly as you lacked sleep from how long you had been up crying.

Katrina was the one to wake you and Harper as Harper cried up to her mum "No matter how many times I cry to you mummy I still love you!" Harper yelled as she snuggled into her shoulder, Katrina looked at you, a knowing look in her eye.

"That's okay bubba. People say mean things when they're upset sometimes, even to people who they loved."

You sighed as you smiled at the older woman 'silently' thanking her.

You didn't talk to Sam before the game started, you knew she didn't like to have big chats before going on the field even if her mind was screaming to go up to you and apologies.

You felt off, you didn't feel the butterfly's that you felt in the tunnel as you usually did but instead you felt dread.

You tried breathing in and out but nothing was helping and Sam was at the front of the line so you couldn't see her.

You needed her to tell you it was okay.

You were playing Canada and they were out for revenge because of the World Cup, they wanted to send off their captain with a win.

It wasn't until the 45th minute until it happened.

The ball was in Canada's square and Cloe Lacasse had kicked the ball as hard as she called as Mackenzie ran up and blocked it but the ball went past her fingertips and almost into the goal until you ran and jumped, your foot in the air as you kicked it into the opposite direction.

Well at least you hoped it did, all you could see was black.

The stadium fell silent as they watched your head connect with the goal post, players near you hearing the smack that had sounded out when you collided.

Sam was on the other side of the field when it happened.

Her breath hitched as some players looked at her in sorrow as she watched her fiancé, the love her life, the called 'princess' of Australia bash her head against the metal post.

She'd never felt herself move so quick in her life as she ran towards you, any memory of last night gone as she saw your body on the floor.

You were stirring awake when Sam reached for you "baby?" she asked, grabbing onto your hand as the medics arrived, you didn't reply your head was stuck in the air as your eyes travelled around frantically, you heard your thoughts too loudly.

'tell her you're okay'

but you couldn't.

So when the medics brought out something to cover the bleeding on the side of your head, Sam let her tears drop out "I didn't mean what I said last night" she said in tears but you only squeezed her hand before the medics took you off.

It wasn't until after the game, Sam didn't congratulate any of the Canadians and didn't interact with any fans, she went straight into her car and drove to the hospital that you had been taken to.

She waited in the waitiing room for twenty minutes which felt like two hours until a nurse walked out.

"y/n y/l/n"

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[universalmofo]

okay i finished heroes of olympus a couple days ago and here are some of my thoughts :

-nico should’ve been a part of the seven. he was essential to the success of the quest in numerous capacities and one of the big three’s kids. it made NO sense to me that he wasn’t one of the seven. (on that note, i think it did make sense that thalia wasn’t one of the seven. she has been with the hunters for some time and she was presumed a tree for like a long time.)

-grover could’ve very very easily taken coach hedges part in hoo. grover was already out looking for percy, so if he was already looking for percy and if annabeth found out that a “clue” to where percy was, was at the wilderness school grover would’ve jumped at the opportunity to go and try and figure out what was going on at the school by acting as a student again. he would’ve been back at camp by the end of the lost hero and he would have, what, 6 (?) months to go spread a warning to the wilderness about gaia and get things in order before they took off on the argo ii. and he could’ve been trying to communicate with percy via empathy link the ENTIRE time he was doing other stuff.

-it was just lazy of rick to write out grover tbh. and even tyson who came all the way across the country for percy. only for them to have extremely limited amount of time spent together (which makes sense, but this would’ve been HUGE for percy).

-it has been stated over and over and over again that quests should only be taken on by three. this quest was the biggest task they had ever faced, with far too much at stake. therefore, the prophecy of the seven should’ve been a utter tragedy ( one could even say a modern greek tragedy ) where they all accepted that four of them would Not be finishing this quest alive. that they were all willing to give themselves up for the greater good.

which four should’ve lived, i think percy, nico, annabeth and leo. (this pickings are biased and based on the idea that nico should’ve been included in the seven prophecy, if nico is not included then frank or hazel could take his place, but also these choices are based on their importance to the quest and their strength/ability)

- there was no need for there to be so many couples in the group of seven. it caused a huge lack in my opinion of actual friendship development.

there was very little actual friendship development/ vibes even in the lost hero when piper and leo HAVE been friends for MONTHS??? also this continues to be an issue in the rest of the books where piper and jason literally leave leo out or there is a comment along the lines of “he knew to give them their space”.

rick constantly threw in comments about how hazel and piper had become closer, or piper and annabeth had become “best friends” while not actually showing that. same thing with the boys. the only example i can think of where there was some real development was that conversation leo and frank had when they were at the bottom of the ocean.

they never had moments of them all sitting and talking besides about strategy.

- and on THAT note piper and jason never should’ve started dating. it was forced. it just seemed like the thing they should do after hera forced these memories in pipers head. quite frankly, it was a huge missed opportunity for a storyline in which leo and piper had been dating and hera shoved jason in between those memories and leo piper and jason are all SUPER pissed about that, or a storyline about how jason and piper try to figure out if there’s something there the entirety of the lost hero but the reason it just doesn’t feel right to jason becomes more obvious to him as he slowly develops a crush on leo.

there were just a LOT more interesting ways to go about that trio and none of them happened which made that entire dynamic fall flat for me and i think a lot of people.

which makes sense why frank leo and hazel worked SO much better and were believably close and connected. (even if frank and hazel were mainly the audience being told they like one another and not shown)

-percy was slightly off throughout the books. i believe even rick admitted he had a hard time writing percy in these books since he hadn’t for a while.

-did we ever find out why leo and piper were totally fine out in the world even tho they were 15??? i don’t remember this being explained??

-i distinctly remember jason getting some memories back and remembering frank and hazel as his friends AND hazel or frank discussing jason as a friend in son but then in house of hades or maybe mark of athena or blood of olympus (i can’t remember), hazel thinks to herself that she was still not sure what to think of jason? like she couldn’t tell what was going on underneath the surface? as if they hadn’t been friends or ever met before the quest?

-nico and percy are friends at the end of the day. percy is on some level protective over nico and nico is connected to percy / cares about him even if he doesn’t have a crush on him. they have a very interesting dynamic but at the end of the day, if percy went missing for MONTHS, nico would’ve been looking for him. and he most definitely would’ve not just pretended to entirely not know him when he came to camp jupiter??? especially when percy asked if he knew nico. that was SO weird to me. i was expecting them to have a conversation, even if nico gave him very brief and vague info.

on that train of thought, percy WOULD NEVER doubt the idea of rescuing nico??? his fatal flaw is LOYALTY. no matter how pissed he was at nico he would never question if they should even save nico. even if NOT for nico, it was kinda established that percy felt like an older brother to hazel (even tho this dynamic was never again touched on or seen), which again, he is loyal to those he cares about so he would be willing to do it, if not for nico, then for sure for hazel.

-percy never says i love you or i love you back to annabeth until blood of olympus. which is CRAZY and sooo not percy in my opinion.

-why the hell were mark of athena and house of hades the hardest parts of the entire quest ??? fighting gaia should’ve taken up the the majority or better yet, the ENTIRETY of boo, similarly to the last olympian.

i think this came down to a poorly paced series. rick could’ve broken his formula in tlh and son and moved the stories along faster. have the annabeth reunion in son or make the books longer.

- leo and nico would’ve been an interesting dynamic and quite frankly, they could’ve been a very cute couple. both feel like they are always on the outskirts / like they don’t fit in, both have complicated and sad familial issues, both of their mothers died because of the gods in some regard, both have never had a stable home, both speak other languages, both don’t have any other family then their godly parents, both have constantly been running their whole lives and haven’t been able to make real connections and friends.

the fact that i could even come up with this many makes me even more mad cause my lord. what a missed opportunity.

-leo was the heart of the entire quest. he literally CARRIED for five books straight and he was paid DUST.

i hated his ending.

you’re telling me that he literally has spent a year, fighting alongside his friends, building a ship for them to be able to carry out this quest, living with them, caring about them, and then “sacrificing” himself and all that mattered to him was A GIRL??? his FIRST priority was calypso??? not even letting his friends know that he was ALIVE??

on that subject, why wouldn’t he tell them his entire plan? if he was gonna tell hazel and frank that he was going to die anyways?

-percy losing his heroes blessing or whatever it’s called?? 😐 it seems like rick just needed a reason to get rid of this? it honestly just made no sense.

- and last but very not least ( i can’t believe i almost forgot ) WHAT WAS RICK THINKING NOT HAVING PERCY OR ANNABETH’s POV’s in BOO????

i gotta be real y’all i did not know i had so many opinions/ issues with the books until i started doing this.

anyways, mark of athena and house of hades are by far the best books of this series and also the most gripping and well written. please remind me if i miss remembered something and am wrong.

#heroes of olympus #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson disney + #percy series #percy and annabeth #percabeth #nico di angelo #leo valdez #annabeth chase #piper mclean #jason grace #hazel levesque #frank zhang #jiper #valgrace #pjo hoo toa #blood of olympus #the lost hero #son of neptune #mark of athena #house of hades

[lowkeycasanova]

Valentine's Day- what he does for you

Headcanon

Characters: Monster Trio + Usopp and Law

Luffy

He assembled a gift basket. To someone else, it might have looked like he just grabbed a bunch of random items that he thinks you would like. But no. Each item he picked out held special significance, and he's picked up on things over your time together. See? He does listen.

His little basket predominately boasted an array of candy, but he did make a point to get those cookies you said you really like, along with some of your favorite fragrances and a plan to revisit Sabaody Park, a place you reminisced so fondly about. He vividly recalled your excitement as you spoke about the park. Bringing you back was a no-brainer for him; after all, he too wanted to relieve those moments.

Nami helped him make your gift look more presentable, but he'll never tell you that. Your face it up when he handed it to you, as did his. His smile was probably bigger than yours to be honest. He was so proud and he was happy that his efforts brought you joy. You weren't the type of person that needed anything extravagant. Your appreciation was geniune as you examined each item. You couldn't help notice the container of cookies. The sticker sealing it closed had been tampered with.

"Did you eat one?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know I get these all the time? I know how many are in here." You proceeded to count them. One, two, three...

"Luffy!"

"What?!"

"You ate three of them!"

Sanji

Valentine's Day has swiftly become his second favorite holiday next to your birthday. Yes, he considers your birthday a holiday. You should have known he would be over the top on the actual day because his enthusiasm for the occasion mirrored that of a marriage proposal when he asked you to be his valentine.

With cooking being his main love language, he got up extra early this morning to prepare three meals and a dessert for the day. The effort was more than a gesture. He did it so that he would spend less time cooking throughout the day and savor every moment with you.

Your presence occupies his mind incessantly, the anticipation of being together heightened his excitement. The mere thought of spending this day together induces a joy in him that sends him into a fit of giggles and has him kicking his feet with the same exuberance of a teenage girl who has her first crush.

The aroma wafted through the air, and you found yourself drawm to the kitchen where Sanji, with his classic cigarette, was putting this finishing touches on breakfast. The table was set with meticulous detail and a bouquet of flowers took center stage. Ever the gentleman, he pulled out a chair and gestured for you to sit. His eyes never left yours, his unwavering gaze conveying a depth of emotion that words could scarcely convey.

Zoro

When you told him you didn't want anything, he raised an eyebrow. Surely, this was a trap. It wasn't. You were being serious. You weren't big into Valentine's Day and you didn't want him to feel obligated to do or buy anything. He simply shrugged and said “okay”. When the day came around and you treated it like normal, he can admit he’s still puzzled by your lack of expectations. But decided to honor your wish nonetheless.

You two did a workout together on the deck of the Sunny like you normally did. The the crisp sea breeze provided a refreshing backdrop as you lifted heavy weights. Sweating side by side, the two of you engaged in a series of exercises. No words spoken as you simply basked in the comfort of each other's prescence.

Afterwards, Zoro suggested something out of the ordinary- a relaxing hot bath. The thought of indulging in a calming soak together appealed to him as a way to unwind after the physical exertion. You filled the tub as steam rose around. Zoro joined you, easing himself into the borderline hot water. With his arms wrapped around your waist and your back pressed to is chest, he stole glances at you, appreciating the way the water droplets clung to your bare skin. There was something a little more vulnerable about him this way. Despite telling him you didn’t want a gift, you could tell he was loving up on you a little more today. You'd be lying if you said you didn't love it.

Usopp

He talks a big game leading up to the 14th. He doesn't mention any plans in detail to keep it a "surprise". With each mention of "It's gonna be awesome" and "You're gonna love it", it stirred a sense of excitement in you. But to be honest, he wants it to be that way. However, deep down, he grappled with the challenge of living up the expectations that he himself had set. While he reveled in the thrill of anticipation, the truth was that his imagination seemed to hit a roadblock when it came to the actual gift. He didn't want to succumb to the cliche arrangement of flowers, candy, and a card.

As the pressure mounted, his creative spark finally mounted. He would devise a plan that blended the cliche gift with his storytelling and touch of uniqueness. The morning of, you received a map illustrated with details that only he could conjure up. Nami helped him draw it, lets give her credit. The map led you on a journey through various locations on the island, each marked with a clue or riddle. You followed the trail, anticipation in each step, with the promise of an extaordinary surprise at the end.

The first stop revealed a bouquet of flowers carefully hidden behind a statue accompanied with a note that read, "A bloom as resilient as our adventures". The second clue guided you to a candy shop where he had arranged for a selection of your favorite sweets, each with a personalized touch. The final destination unfolded at a scenic spot overlooking the ocean, where he awaited with a heartfelt card expressing his love.

Law

The metallic hum of machinery echoed through the corridors of the Polar Tang as Law moved about, seemingly engrossed in his daily tasks. As mid-morning approached, a subtle feeling of anxiety gnawed at you at his apparent oversight. Did he…forget? Was it wrong to assume that he’d do anything for today? You wanted to give him your gift by now, but it seems silly and kind of embarrassing given the fact that he hasn’t acknowledged anything yet.

Casually striking up a conversation, you probed him with careful questions, trying to discern any hints. His nonchalant demeanor remained. He responded with indifference, giving away nothing. Disappointed clouds your features as you observed his apparent obliviousness. Guilt tugged at him because not only did he feel terrible, but he was also wrestling with his own impatience. Behind closed doors, he was diligently crafting his gift. During the process of creating it, everything that seemed to go wrong, went wrong and it has taken him much longer to perfect it. The realization that he’s upset you weighed on him but he still wanted to keep it a surprise.

The hours ticked by and it was finally completed. Upon entering the bedroom later, your heart rate picks up at the sight of a small box on the comforter. You tentatively open it to reveal a handcrafted necklace that probably took him forever to make. In that same moment, Law silently appeared in the doorway before speaking. “I’ve been working on it for some time. I’m sorry I couldn’t get it to you earlier.” He says, confirming your thoughts. “It’s beautiful.” You breathe with tears forming in your eyes. You gave him and he steps closer, taking it gently from your hands, turning your back to him, and securing it around your neck.

happy valentine’s day ♡

#one piece headcanons #one piece fanfiction #one piece monkey d luffy #one piece sanji #one piece zoro #one piece usopp #one piece trafalgar law #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro x reader #sanji x reader #trafalgar law x reader #usopp x reader #one piece #op fanfic

[stupidlovergirl]

Heart to Heart

Soft moments with them pt 2

Feat. Solomon, Simeon, Barbatos, Diavolo

Bros. Vers

Dev Notes: I have been fighting the sleepiest girl in the world allegations and have been losing. That is my (horrible) excuse for taking so long.

Solomon is old. Ancient. Before the dinosaurs. Many other different age related things you make fun of him about. So when he mentioned that the Devildom was having a drive in movie night, you couldn't help but laugh.

"Why, so you can count shoulders in the car? Do the old yawn and stretch?"

"Please. Asmo would kill me for such juvenile flirting." He says with a smirk. "They're showing some old films from the human world and I thought it would be fun."

"Can you even drive?" you tease, laughing softly at him

"It's a simple yes no question, stop avoiding it" he says with fake exasperation, but the smirk on his face lets you know he isn't angry.

"Alright, we'll go on an old person date"

Old people dates slap you think to yourself. Sipping on a milkshake you and Solomon ordered from Hell's Kitchen before coming in. You did get a big bucket of popcorn, a heaping of butter on top. Solomon turns the radio on to the station and then turns to you with a smile.

"Is your shake good?" he simply asks

"Yeah! I got a- Hey!" you try to lurch away but Solomon's quick to snatch your wrist as he sucks down a part of your shake. He detaches with a loud smack and toothy grin. He laughs as you glare at him. Soon the fight ended as the movie started. The dark atmosphere, the old film, and the warmth of Solomon is comforting. You can't even make fun of him as he wraps his arm around you. He places a kiss on top your head and quietly laughs.

"I like old people dates. We should go on more" you state, voice soft. Solomon laughs at your comment, rubbing your shoulders and pulling you even closer to him.

"Okay" he whispers back

When Simeon saw you and Luke running up to him with wide smiles. "Simeon, we made stuff for a picnic! Do you want to come with us?" Luke said, smiling widely. You stood behind him, hand on his shoulder with an equally wide smile.

"We have decided to go to the small park nearby. It's usually pretty empty, so we'll have the park primarily to ourselves" you tag on, looking hopeful.

"Of course, when do you want to go?"

"Right now!" Luke and you yell in unison, both of you snatching one of his hands and leading him to the front door where the picnic basket waited. Snatching it quickly into your other hand, Luke opens the door and the little trio is off. Simeon couldn't help but laugh at the enthusiasm.

It wasn't long to get there, and the blanket was quickly set down and you three rested on it. Talking came easily, as you all ate the sandwiches and sweets in the basket till you all had your fill. Due to the good food, Luke fell into a food coma, falling asleep in your lap. You brushed through his hair, feeling a little sleepy yourself, as you leaned your head onto Simeon's shoulder. He smiled softly, resting his head onto yours. He felt the fondness in his heart grow even more.  A little family. It makes him smile. As soft snoring comes from you. He felt even more content. Yeah, he could get used to his little family.

Barbatos has been stressed out of his mind. Diavolo keeps escaping from his work, making the poor butler have to track him down, all of the preparations needed for so many upcoming events started to bog down the poor guy. Of course, no one around him could tell. He kept a pristine image, as usual. Yet, you knew, the slight twitch of his eyebrow, the quiet intake of breath, and even the twitching of his eye let you know he was in need of a major break. So when he came into his room, seeing you in his room with a large basket of bath goods, candles all around giving it a warm glow, and you had a smile on your face as you lounged on his bed with a smile and a soft fluffy robe on.

"Hello, my love" he smiles, walking towards the bed to place a soft kiss on your cheek.

"Hey Barbie" you softly coo out wrapping your arms around him and pulling him down onto the bed. "You look exausted" you simply state, kissing his eyelids as he lets out a soft sigh. "Don't worry, though, cause I'm here to rescue you!" he chuckles softly at the antics, letting out a soft sound of displeasure as you move off the bed.

"I'm off to run you a bath. Then I'll put on a stupid movie, do some face masks, maybe repaint your nails, give you a massage. That, and anything else you want."

He lets out a hum of approval as you scurry off to create a relaxing bubble bath, lighting candles, setting music, and a nice glass of Demonus for the guy. When you came back, he softly raised his head to look at you. Lovestruck. It made you feel giddy, as it's not so often that Barbatos gets so tired you can read his expressions.

"C'mon darling, lets get started on your night"

You’ve been missing Diavolo, and to remedy it, you decided to come over to his place and barge into his office. What you weren’t expecting was how tired he looked. Diavolo looked basically dead, reviewing reports and reports. When he finally looked up, the tired smile broke your heart.

“Oh Dia…” You murmured, closing the door and approaching him. Sometimes you forget how much work that suddenly piles up on his desk. As you approached him, he pushed him away from his desk. 

“Hello, my darling… Did you text me? I didn’t see it…” he asks, going to pick up his D.D.D. 

“No, it was a surprise visit. You look so tired, when was the last time you took a break?”

“Don’t worry about it” he simply says, turning to you. You step closer towards him, and sit down on his desk. He pushes up closer after you take a seat, and places his head on your lap.

“You look pretty, as usual” he murmurs, resting his head into your lap. You pet his hair, letting out a hum of a simple song.

#solomon x reader #simeon x reader #barbatos x reader #diavolo x reader #obey me x reader #obswd x reader #solomon x you #simeon x you #barbatos x you #diavolo x you #obey me x you #obmswd x you #bunny's.game.collection

[sunflower-lilac42]

✧ 𝟖 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 | sturniolo triplets ♔

summary: travel through time with y/n sturniolo as she recalls moments through her life in the past four/five years.

warnings: sad, being lonely, crying

notes: part of the 'behind the lens' series. sorry if it's a little bit repetitive. not proofread so sorry about any mistakes!

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‘There are eight billion people in the world But not a single one who understands’

Sitting in her car, y/n gazed at the car that sat a few stalls down. She always wanted to make sure the boys were safe when making their videos, despite knowing that they would be okay. Anything could happen to them, and the thought alone terrified her.

No one seemed to understand the girl’s worry. They always told her that the trio would be fine, that they wouldn't always need their big sister to look after them. She knew that, but after many nights away at college, she just wanted to spend more time with them. So if she had to spend one of her nights home in a parking lot just watching movies or listening to music in her car by herself while her brothers made videos, she would do it.

The boys reassured her before they went out that night, but she shrugged and claimed she had nothing else to do that night. When she had started coming home once every month it was because the boys had missed her and would’ve called her practically every day to ask for help or advice on something. They had finally convinced her to make her monthly visits and it’s been that way ever since. She started to realize that while her visits were mostly for their comfort, she had realized that it also comforted her.

When they were seniors, they told her she didn’t have to come home to visit anymore, but it was hard for her to stop, it was her routine. And unbeknownst to them, it brought her comfort. They didn’t think much about it, and just let her continue. No one questioned it for the last two years she was in college, and it was never brought up again.

‘I might as well be the only living girl Wanna be happy but I feel embarrassed to say that I'm lonely’

It was a Friday night, none of her roommates had classes, and neither did she. They hadn’t explicitly invited her out with them but the three of them, and her, knew the invitation was implied when they brought it up in a conversation.

Not wanting to worry her mom about fitting in, y/n had told the family that she was going out and she wouldn’t be responding to any texts or calls. And on that Friday night, she just curled up in her bed watching Captain America: The Winter Soldier, ignoring all the texts from her family and friends.

Right before she was going to go make dinner, she picked up her phone to see a text from Nick, wishing her a good night out with her friends. She let a tear slip down her face as she placed her phone back under her pillow and shoved her head into her knees, forgetting all about the dinner she was going to eat.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

A year after she graduated, she was living with her family as she made enough money to go and buy her own apartment of some sort. She was working on the couch in the living room as music played through her earbuds.

She wasn’t expecting the abrupt entrance of the boys, coming back from whatever they were doing, since she flinched when they came barreling into the living room corridor, laughing their asses off. She was about to say something to them, when they all went into their separate rooms after saying goodnight to them, not even noticing their sister a few feet away.

Her eyes glassed over but no tears fell as she went back to working on her project for work.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys and her parents were once again out doing something. The boys were probably filming a video somewhere and her parents went out to eat for a date night.

She opted to stay home, not wanting to impose on their evenings. She sat in the kitchen watching something on her laptop as she made some dinner. This is what most evenings were like now. She would be in the kitchen, by herself, as her parents were most likely asleep or getting ready for bed in their bedrooms and her brothers were goofing off or doing some individual work in their bedrooms.

She hadn’t made any effort to hang out with them in a while, claiming she was busy with work when in reality she was just mentally and emotionally drained from the day's events at work. So she sat by herself in the kitchen her mind drifting off into oblivion.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

It was a couple of days after they posted Chris and Matt surprising Nick after he came home, and some of the comments were unreal. While many of the triplet’s fans loved Y/n and her big sister qualities and whenever she was in videos, a fair amount of them weren’t. They often claimed that she was too controlling and ‘possessive’ of the three.

Many of the comments referred to her absence to Nick’s arrival. Some said that it was rude of her to not show up, and some were relieved that she wasn’t there. Some even went as far as saying that the triplets were happy that she wasn’t there. In reality, y/n was at work despite her efforts on trying to get the day off to spend with her brothers after not seeing them for quite some time.

She had walked out of her room at her parents house as she was visiting for the weekend once more for her birthday. She was going to get one of the leftover cupcakes from last night when she heard the trio talking.

They were talking about the comments left on the video about their sister. She wasn’t standing there long enough to hear them defend her and call them crazy. She had walked back to her room closing the door before sliding her back against it, tears falling down her face as she placed her hands over her eyes.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face i see is me’

It was a late night in y/n’s dorm as she snacked on some chips, attempting not to get crumbs all over her bed yet failing miserably. She was watching the triplets new video and she noticed how happy they looked together. All she could think about was being home with them. She watched her reflection on her TV, nothing but silence filled her room.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Why is she so controlling? The boys are just joking and having fun like they always do. Leave them alone, jeez”

‘Tryna cope with all the insecurities Seeing my friends having the best lives don't make me feel better’

It was her roommate's birthday and she and her close friends went out to eat. Y/n had some homework to finish up despite wanting to go out with them, she couldn’t really push the assignment off any more than she had done.

She was taking a break after staring at the same screen for way too long. She walked around her apartment getting some exercise in as she looked at her Instagram feed. The top post was of her friends celebrating by the lake and having the time of their lives. She sniffled a little but didn’t let it get to her that much.

She was just doing homework, it’s not like they didn’t invite her.

‘Imagine someone caring for me every day and night But now I don't have anyone to ask if I'm alright’

One night Chris had called her in an attempt to do his homework. He was trying to get the wording right but to no avail, he couldn’t. So he resorted to calling his older sister, in a seek for help.

Y/n spent an hour helping him with his essay before he finally finished. As soon as he ways done he said a quick goodbye and hung up, leaving her alone with her thoughts. There wasn’t any extra conversation between the two.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

Y/n was done with her junior year of college when the boys graduated. It was almost near one in the morning as she finished making her brothers their graduation gifts. It wasn’t truly anything special to anyone else but to her it was a lot.

She should’ve been out with her friends like most people her age were on a Friday night but she opted that it was more important to finish the gifts and the cards. She tore her eyes away from the paper to the picture frame of the triplets not too far away from her and smiled. She was proud of the boys, and that was all that really mattered to her at that given moment in time.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She could hear her brothers laughing from the kitchen as they attempted to direct each other in making a cake, or whatever it was they were baking. She was annoyed at them for being too loud but she couldn’t blame them, they were having fun.

She attempted to drain out the noise with her own sounds but she couldn’t. She slipped on her noise-canceling headphones, sitting there with her own thoughts.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

The boys had asked her one of the nights before if she wanted to be in a car video and she said sure. She changed her mind as soon as they started filming, however.

She didn’t participate much in the conversation and rather just listen to them talk about utter nonsense pretty much for the next half hour to an hour. She curled herself into a ball and looked out the window, her hood up and covering the majority of her face.

She knew there would be some comments about her being clingy and having to be with them 24/7, but she drowned those thoughts out and stared at her reflection as if it were a normal occurrence these days.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“Does anybody else notice how reserved and nervous the boys seem around, y/n? They’re almost uncomfortable, it’s a little alarming.”

‘Crowded parties, busy streets Hanging with my friends Fireworks on New Year's Eve But I still feel so lonely’

Fireworks had never been y/n’s favorite thing in the world. So most times when it was Fourth of July or New Year's Eve she would have her earbuds in, listening to a movie or podcast with her noise-canceling ones on top to drown out the extra noise.

Her family was out watching fireworks somewhere after y/n encouraged them to go out. To them she didn’t care, it was just a normal occurrence in her daily life. But she was struggling more than she could even imagine she was. She didn’t want to tell anyone so she just suffered in silence and comfort in her own bedroom.

‘Long drives in his Benz, watching sunsets Seeming like it's perfect Family time on the weekends But I still feel so lonely’

It was another monthly visit, early on in her college years as they watched a movie in the living room. The boys laughed at one another’s jokes as they accidentally ignored y/n’s attempts to join the conversation. So she sat alone on one side of the couch, ignoring them.

‘But I still feel so lonely’

She and her brothers were sitting out at a restaurant when all of a sudden Nick noticed he was being filmed. The three let out laughs as they made jokes and making sure not to get their sister on camera as they knew she hated being filmed.

Chris handed the phone to Nick as he attempted to show the audience his new shorts. Y/n let out a little laugh at her brothers antics but went back to being silent just like always.

‘Stop saying I'm pretty Cause pretty girls don't spend Friday nights alone in the kitchen’

The boys had left their left over cake for y/n and when they all went to bed she ate it in silence except for her podcast playing in the kitchen. No thoughts ran through her head as she ate.

‘Stop saying I'm funny Cause funny girls don't lock themselves in a room to cry’

She had just gotten off the phone with her mom after assuring her that she was indeed alright. Her mom knew better than she thought she did but let her be for the night. This would’ve seemed like normal behavior for anyone else but to her mom, there was something seriously going on with her daughter.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what ehr daughter was doing right now, but if she did know it’d make her cry.

‘Doesn't matter how many friends I have Cause truth is, I'll sit down at 12 a.m. and the only face I see is me’

She stared out of the window of her kitchen in her dorm seeing her reflection against the apartments across the street. She was making food as her late-night cravings for ramen hit her. Her roommates were already in their rooms but most likely not asleep.

‘If only eight billion people could help a bit’

“She’s honestly so clingy. She’s holding them back. Like omg, they’re not going to be kids forever. I mean I feel bad for the boys, having to deal with her all the time. They’re probably super excited when she goes back to college.”

#matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo x you #chris sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo #nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo triplets x reader #sturniolo triplets x you #series #behindthelens #sunnylunebehindthelens #sunny lune writes #sister #sister!reader

[prince-kallisto]

Ramshackle Gravestones

Ramshackle Dorm has a fascinating connection to ghosts and the undead: from the haunted mansion look, three ghosts, and two gravestones…wait, gravestones? I just recently discovered the two gravestones at Ramshackle Dorm- I’m the type of person who misses obvious details like that haha. I heard other people say that maybe it was a Halloween decor choice, or something made by the ghosts to scare people off. After all, there’s a shovel right in front of the Ramshackle gates.

But look at Ramshackle dorm when it turns into the “Dazzingly Dapper dorm.” All renovated and shiny- the gate and stairways are all replaced with more elegant designs. However, the two gravestones still remain, are REPLACED with new stones, are given a more formal and respectful placing. The gravestones even have a separate path leading to them. And as we know, Ramshackle was under renovation for quite some time after Book 6 shenanigans, and Vil was definitely part of the designing process.

So why give such a prominent spot to *fake* gravestones? I personally think that these gravestones are the real deal. But not only because of this evidence, but because Ramshackle attracts the undead. Think of the three ghosts and Eliza from the Phantom Bride event- there must be an underlying reason that the dead are attracted to Ramshackle. But that’s where the bigger question lies: Who did these graves belong to?

Of course, that would be nearly impossible to deduct. There’s likely a whole slew of characters we haven’t been introduced to yet, especially now that we’re beginning to learn about Fae backstories. But I want to debate as many possible options to hopefully spark some ideas ^_^ Spoiler alert: none of these options feel convincing enough, but I think there’s a reason for that (more on that later)

-The Ghost trio: The immediate answer would be these guys, but why have only two gravestones instead of three, especially since the gravestones were replaced? I talked A LOT more about the ghost trio in my previous theory post, but all three died in their old age, none of them died as students.

-Eliza: Nope. Haha a little harsh, but she just didn’t meet any of the criteria for this one

-Portraits: In Ramshackle dorm, there are portraits of a woman, but I’m still not convinced that she has any relevancy other than just being a reference.

-Past NRC students: This seems like a possibility AT FIRST, but now we have to confront the main problem with these gravestones.

Look at the shovel, the haphazard placements of the gravestones, the unkempt the yard. Hell, just consider the fact that Ramshackle is ABANDONED. If it were past students, or meant to be a memorial for ANYBODY, why give them such disrespect? If a student ever died due to an Overblot tragedy or any other incident, there’s no way their graves would have become this disregarded- it’s highly unlikely that student bodies (no pun intended) would be buried on school ground in the first place!

Hm. Back to square one- or so I thought. Looking at both gravestones again, they seem to be unmarked. It would’ve been very easy to draw in a few squiggles or lines. If they’re not meant to be read, so be it, but why leave the graves unmarked?

After all, as we can see from the Halloween events, or even just the statues of the Great Seven, the graves are MARKED, despite being event background props

Graves were (and are left) unmarked throughout history for various reasons: Too many victims of disease, too poor to afford a proper memorial, or suggest that the person burying ISN’T worthy or memorial and respect.

Interesting 👀 We may be making some progress with that last point- and it may be the reason why Ramshackle was abandoned. Again, I talked more about it in my previous theory post, but the ghosts were definitely not the reason why Ramshackle was abandoned. If anything, it was a coverup for something big. After all, at least a hundred student have had to have been displaced, and new rituals would have been required.

Thinking more about the shovel and the crooked gravestones is interesting. It’s almost like the placement of these gravestones were rushed. And with Ramshackle being abandoned, no one would have to think about these gravestones. I feel confident that the graves were placed after the abandonment of Ramshackle dorm, because although the dorm has a very haunted look to it, it must have been completely different in its prime. No dorm would have a shovel lying in front of the gates!

Still, it’s bothering me that these gravestones were made on school grounds in the first place- unless the graves were related to someone from the school. Someone who wasn’t worth remembering- or perhaps their identity is kept secret for another reason entirely.

But there’s even more things that are bothering me. Let’s look at the graves once more: They’re different sizes. The one of the left is larger, the one of the right is smaller. And even with these renovations, the different sizes remain the same.

Is it perhaps implying that the one of the left was older, and the one of the right was younger? Like a child and an adult?

(*heaves in Revan/Crowley theories because what if it represents Mallenoa and Malleus because notice how the long is RIGHT NEXT TO THE GRAVESTONES in the Halloween event*)

Anyway, I still can’t think of the two possible victims, and they likely are people we haven’t met yet in the main game or are involved with the fall of Ramshackle. But I have one last desperate suggestion: What if the gravestones represent two people that haven’t died…yet? If the time loop theory is relevant, what if two key characters ended up dying from the monster in the prologue?

Edit: A comment or mentioned what if the gravestones were for MC and Grim 👀 the different sizing of the gravestones would make so much sense

AS USUAL I have no clue 🤩 At the moment, so much is kept in the dark, and literally all I can do is speculate and obsessively analyze everything. I feel like I’ve learned a lot about Ramshackle with these posts, even if we technically aren’t any closer to discovering the truth 🤣 I’d love to hear any suggestions and ideas, because I’m so lost haha

#twst #twst theory #twst ramshackle #twst ghosts #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland theory #twst book 7 spoilers #ramshackle dorm #KallistoPost

[devourable]

༄ the mermaids

sfw | tws : thalassophobia, yandere behavior, kidnapping, mildly implied pred/prey dynamics? possibly?

happy mermay! doing this before i round back to my last male yandere, then i'll alternate between the girls and enbies 😌

apologies if the pacing on this is kinda ass,,, ive had no time lately and wanted to get this out so i could write other things <\3 hope y’all like it tho

there had been rumors of strange creatures living in the waters of ilanca reef for years now. from beautiful sirens that could lure you to a watery death, to sea monsters that'll snatch you up and swallow you whole, the speculation was so widespread that many were keen to believe it. because of that, the beach was often desolate with only the warning signs of monstrous sea life littering it.

when you discovered it, however, you had to admit.. despite all the warnings, all the rumors, all of the strange happenings? you honestly didn’t care. you liked having the entire beachfront to yourself! and you personally had seen no monsters. therefore you believed none of it, and went to the beach as you pleased.

that was exactly how the three mermaids that had been stalking you wanted it to be.

it had a calculated effort since the trio had taken notice of you weeks prior. it was any other day for them at first — lyonesse was hunting a bit further off shore, tomila was sunbathing on a half-submerged rock, and kallisto had her eye on land. therefore, it was kallisto who noticed when you came traipsing about, lugging a bag of beach essentials on your back and completely oblivious to their presence.

the moment you had arrived, all three girls dove back into the water with such speed that you didn't even notice them. just another dumb human trespassing on their territory, all on your own, they thought — didn't the others warn you? didn't you see the signs? they were there for a reason!

they were just going to scare you off at first. that's what they did to every human that dared to enter their turf. they'd show themselves, the human would run off and tell anyone who'd listen, and they'd giggle amongst themselves as the poor sop who they had frightened was either completely disregarded as another prankster who had a bit too much sun or caused a hysteria which made a throng of beachgoers flee the dunes for fear of being targeted next.

but when the girls reemerged and their eyes landed on you, unsuspecting of their presence as you set up your things in the shade... for some reason, they all stopped. and they all just stared.

...how did such a nice looking human stumble upon their beach? what were these strange feelings they got just from looking at you? why didn't they wanna chase you away?

all three girls found themselves doting on every aspect of you rather than planning how they’d drive you away. you were just so adorable! they couldn’t help it! your cute face, your little mannerisms, the quirky little things you did when you thought you were alone? it enamored them to you within moments.

tomila was keen to try to meet you off the bat. but every time she made a move to get your attention, lyonesse and kallisto stopped her. humans get scared so easily, they reminded her — if you ran off like the others, they'd risk never seeing you again! they had to avoid that at all costs.

it wasn’t like they could chase you on land… if only you’d come to the water! it was no surprise that their human was smarter than the others…

with you out of their reach for the time being, they started small. every time you came down to their isolated section of the beach, you'd find something new waiting for you. sea shells and shark teeth that'd never normally wash up on the beach, an old watch that still worked somehow, a wallet that was packed with money (completely sodden, but still intact) despite the ID mysteriously missing from it, anything that the girls understood to be of value to humans. it surprised you at first, then baffled you — it was clear it was all being placed there intentionally, but by who? you had no clue, but since no one else came to the reef and therefore was never claimed, it was free for you to take. so you kept returning, and the girls kept giving.

it made them so happy when you'd come down wearing one of the bracelets they left, or spent time trying to pry apart the tiny treasure box they'd filled with sea glass and old coins. you liked their gifts! that meant you'd like them when you'd meet, right? it didn’t matter that other humans were warning you to stop coming around, you didn’t listen to them. it had to be because you liked them so much!

for a time, they were content with just that. you usually came alone, and when anyone else dared to stop by — with or without you — they chased off the newcomers with a new aggression that kept them from coming back. stupid humans, didn’t they know that this beach was for you only now? they weren’t allowed! and with their collective effort, eventually everyone was too frightened to visit the beach entirely.

everyone except you, of course!

and when they were sure that no one else would interrupt the moment they had waited ages for, it was then and only then that they revealed themself to you.

needless to say, you were incredibly surprised the day you came down to the usual spot you'd find your treasures in and, rather than finding a trinket or jewelry, you found yourself grabbed by several pairs of scaley, webbed hands and dragged off the beach, into the water, where the three happily chirped and chattered at you — finally, finally, getting to meet their human treasure! and you had so much bonding to do now that you knew of their existence!

it’d be a while before they let you go again… but it’s okay — they watched you for so long, surely they knew about all the things you liked!

they’d make sure you’d be nice and comfortable during your time with them.

#🪸 the mermaids #lovesick | ocs #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere #yandere girl #yandere girls #polyam yanderes #tw kidnapping #tw implied kidnapping #im so mad this took so long to finish

[yostresswritinggirl]

Collei - Chase the Mirage

pairing -> Cyno x Reader x Tighnari; poly

word count -> 1,303

themes : established relationship, fluff, headcanons & scenarios, Collei-centric as she deserves, incoherent writing (i am sleep-deprived and will not remember what i wrote in the morning)

(First) (Next) Two Akademiya giants, infatuated and hooked to a simple adventurer from the Adventurer's Guild. But there seems to be one member of the formula unaccounted for - let's take a look at the unofficial daughter.

Your first meeting with Collei was... cringe.

Her words, not yours, no matter how many times you and your lovers assured her that it was totally normal. But it was hard to persuade the girl when she can remember that day crystal clear in her mind.

It was evening that time and approaching dinner time. One of the many nights that the General Mahamatra would be joining for supper.

Hearing the approaching footsteps from the path leading to Sumeru City, Collei already knew who it would be. So it was a surprise to see Cyno guiding someone else by the hand, clad in green and white - an adventurer, the color easily recognizable to her after years of being a trainee ranger. But that wasn't what caught her attention:

It was the way the two giggled and smiled at each other so freely, eyes so full of... love.

"Ah, Collei." The white-haired man was the first to speak after reaching the platform of Ghandarva Ville, not expecting the young girl to be the one to greet them. "Right, I brought someone with me, this is -"

"I'm so sorry!" You startled when the small girl offered a deep bow, hiding her flustered face as she blurted out the words frantically. "I've always assumed that you and Master Tighnari were together! But you actually have -"

"What's the matter here?" Your trio immediately turned your heads towards Tighnari, who was already making his way over with a raised eyebrow and a tail wagging in curiousity. "What are you three standing out here for?"

"Master Tighnari!" Collei watched as her superior walked up to you. "I-I was just apologizing because..." Sending each other a smile, Tighnari leans over to peck your lips. “I thought...” And then he pulls away to give one to Cyno’s awaiting cheek. “You and - what is happening?!”

Perhaps saying she remembered that night crystal clear wasn’t really a huge statement seeing as the rest of dinner happened with her head down and focused on her food. Despite explaining the concept of polyamory to the poor girl, it was still an embarrassing display seeing the three of you being so close in front of her. But your attempts at trying to make her comfortable, and the obvious happiness radiating from the two men, made her more welcoming of your presence than expected.

About Collei

Your visits aren’t frequent which makes sense due to your occupation, but Collei feels more excited of your arrival than for the General Mahamatra understandably. After realizing this, Tighnari made sure to always inform Collei beforehand when you’re scheduled to arrive.

While it wasn’t a linear path becoming friends with Collei especially after that first meeting, your presence always brings to her the familiar warmth she gets from a faraway friend.

“Oh, I know Amber! I’ve talked with the Knights of Favonius before since the Adventurer’s Guild is close with them.” And then you pretty much hit it off right after that.

You like to bring gifts or random trinkets whenever you visit Ghandarva, usually items that couldn’t be found in Sumeru’s forest side. While before you usually do this to introduce new flora to your Forest Watcher boyfriend, you started bringing more variations to befriend Collei.

You know just how much she means to your lovers and you truly did your best to be on her good side - her apprehensiveness loosened more after realizing you refused to hear her history from Cyno and Tighnari.

“I heard life hasn’t been easy on you,” you carefully placed the rainbow ore between the two of you, minding not to touch her hand. “I want to earn your trust first, and then perhaps you can tell me it yourself.”

Absolutely crying and tackling you into a hug after realizing your sincerity. Collei would never deny gaining another friend.

You’re a welcome presence whenever she feels overwhelmed by the two’s presence. Maybe a particularly bad day when she’s feeling bummed by her Eleazar or she didn’t perform well on her exam and just doesn’t want to see the two - that’s where you come in!

Actually, you spoil her to bits (she doesn’t mind it at all) to the point that even your boyfriends start missing you with how much you give her attention. Especially when they don’t have the same free time due to their own duties.

“Tighnari! What’s Collei’s schedule tomorrow?” You pat the top of her head as she looks at you curiously.

“Well, there’s the usual patrols. The statue of the seven probably needs some cleaning too -”

“Alright, Collei, you’re coming with me to Mondstadt! There’s a festival coming up!”

“Did you even hear me?!”

Right, that’s one thing that Collei had yet to get fully accustomed to. How much power you have over the General Mahamatra and her Master, how they easily fall into step with you with little to no resistance. The more she sees you three together, the more she believes the genuineness in your love for each other.

You’ve also ended being the one to mend the rift between Cyno and Collei, seeing as you always end up coming with him when he visits, she started associating her excitement of your arrival to his. That, to you, was the best thing to come out of this.

You got yourself an adorable sister, and Collei now has three protective parents looking out for her. You both look out for each other honestly.

Whenever she had to focus on studies or take a day off due to her sickness, you always make sure to accompany her and help in whatever way you can.

When you had to cross the Avidya Forest for either commissions or to take a shortcut through the Chasm, Collei would always volunteer to accompany you when Tighnari’s too preoccupied with other duties.

“(Y/N), you’re here!” Stopping their conversation, the two men looks over just in time to see you catching a barreling Collei into a hug. “I have something to show you! Master told me you just had your anniversary!”

“Oh! But -” Looking over the two, you gave a sheepish smile which they only shook their head at, urging you to follow the green-haired girl. “Alright, lead the way then, Collei.” And lead she did, as she pulls at your hand towards her hut with a strength that almost made you trip.

“How’s Collei doing?” Cyno continued the conversation after watching you two disappear from his field of vision. “Last time, you said she was a bit fatigued from her sickness.”

“Yes, her Eleazar acted up recently so she’s off patrols for now.” Crossing his arms at the memory, Tighnari would then offer a smile. “But she’s gotten a bit of her strength back after I told her you were both arriving. How’s our (Y/N)? Sadly things got too busy here after our celebration, I haven’t had free time since.”

“I made sure that they don’t take any reckless commissions but they recently came back from Liyue, hence our visit here.” Giving an approving nod, their talk halts again upon hearing two sets of footsteps coming closer.

Looking towards the path, they found you and Collei walking hand in hand as you talked about anything and everything under the sun. In your arms are two toys resembling Collei’s own doll, but upon looking closer, the resemblance of your boyfriends became obvious.

“You’ve gotten really good at sewing now, these look amazing, Collei! Thank you!” Making your way over to your boyfriends, you showcased the Cyno and Tighnari dolls with such admiration that Collei can’t help but pull up the hood of her uniform to hide her red cheeks. The two can’t help but pass each other knowing looks while smiling at the cute dolls.

The small dolls now permanently hang on your messenger bag whenever you bring it to work.

In the near future, a green doll would join your little companions.

There was supposed to be another part to this but I got so busy getting distracted with Nilou hehe... Well, here’s the continuation of the poly Cynonari series, not exactly series but it’s gonna be in drabble forms based on the alphabet. Here’s C for Collei!

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #tighnari x reader #cyno x reader #poly cynonari #exile.flower #gender neutral #chase the mirage #sumeru arc #cyno #tighnari #genshin impact

[hannahmanderr]

BUT i will also ask for everlasting trio >:)

"Okay, look." Danny sucked in a long breath. "I've thought about this long and hard, right? And you know, I really don't think I want to do this, soooo, now that I've come to that decision, we can just call this good, yeah?"

Sam scoffed. "Fat chance, Fenton. You're doing this whether you like it or not. Quit being such a baby."

"You just gotta relax!" Tucker said, clapping a hand on Danny's shoulder. "It's really not as bad as it seems."

"You're kidding, right? Please tell me you're kidding. This is, like, more dangerous than fighting Plasmius, the Ghost King, and - I don't know, Clockwork all at the same time!"

"Why would you be fighting Clockwork?"

"You do remember he tried to kill him the first time we met him?" Sam asked apathetically. "I'm getting tired of this. You've got one more chance before I come up there and manhandle you into doing this, ghost boy."

Danny balked, turning paler than normal. "You guys don't get it! I'm just -" He snapped his mouth shut as he realized he'd been about to spill something he very much did not want to spill.

Unfortunately for him, Tucker and Sam knew him too well. They stuck him each with their own look of suspicion. "You're just what?" Tucker asked.

But Danny didn't answer. Instead, he slouched in on himself, folding into a position Jazz would surely give him an earful of a lecture on the importance of good posture if she saw him like this. "It's nothing," he grumbled. "You two would just laugh."

Though he didn't see it, Tucker and Sam exchanged a look. Sam's face softened from utter irritation to mild disdain as she saw the pitiful puppy-dog face Tucker was giving her. Seriously? she asked with her eyes.

Yes, seriously! He needs this.

I don't want to coddle him!

It's not coddling, it's called supporting our boyfriend in his time of need.

Sam let loose a loud sigh. "We're not gonna laugh at you, Danny. If it really means that much to you."

Danny cast them a sidelong look. "Right. Because you sound so genuine about it."

"C'mon, you know she means it," Tucker prodded gently. "She's just being her sassy Sam self."

"Hey!"

"If there's something on your mind," he continued, ignoring Sam's protest, "we want to hear it. That's what we're here for."

"There's a reason we love you, dork," she said, a smile finally crossing her face as she punched Danny lightly in the arm.

Danny couldn't help but crack a tiny grin of his own. "You promise you won't laugh?"

"Mmm, within reason."

He sighed and somehow slouched into his seat further. "I'm... scared, alright? I'm scared of this."

Sam laughed.

Immediately, Danny whirled around to face her, eyes blazing. "You promised!"

"Sorry, sorry!" she said between giggles. "Okay, sorry. For real. But seriously, what's there to be scared of? It can't be any scarier than flying, and you do that all the time."

"It's way scarier than flying! At least when I'm flying I have control! How am I supposed to have control over this?"

"That's the point of practicing," Tucker said. "So that way you do have control. Like I said, it's really not that bad once you get the hang of it."

"You won't know till you try," Sam taunted in a sing-song voice.

Danny's eyes flickered back and forth between his partners. Tucker wore his heart on his sleeve often enough for him to know he meant his words. Sam preferred to hide behind a mask of indifference and righteous indignation, but she couldn't hide her true feelings from him after so many years.

"Fine," he grumbled, sitting up. "I'll try. And I'm sure I'll regret it."

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Ten minutes later, the three sat with pale faces and clenched fists.

"How. Did you manage. To do that?" Sam whispered in bewilderment.

Danny's hands refused to let go of their hold. "I tried to tell you!"

Tucker shook visibly. "I thought you were exaggerating when you said you drive worse than your dad!"

"How could I possibly exaggerate that?"

Sam's poor little Impala sat perfectly nestled at an angle, straddled between two of the dumpsters behind the Nasty Burger. The little blob ghost clan who had claimed the dumpsters as their home had come out to investigate the commotion and were currently cuddling up to the three shell-shocked teens, chirping in an effort to calm them down.

"I want to know how you always forget you literally have the power to turn intangible!" Sam punctuated her statement with another punch to Danny's arm, this one harder than the last.

"Well, excuse me! I'd like to see you try to remember that sort of thing when you're in the heat of the moment!"

"I really can't believe that somehow, Danny Fenton is a worse driver than his dad," Tucker whistled, unfazed by the argument happening to his side.

Two of the blob ghosts, Jeff and Ketchup, glanced at each other from their spot squished against Danny's stomach before returning to their cuddle session. Nothing really out of the ordinary when these three were involved.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #everlasting trio #ask hannah #ask game #dooshek #LONG LIVE TEAM DANNY FENTON IS A GOD AWFUL DRIVER #for the record #i had this idea long before that poll came out #and long before kad and i laughed about how terrible of a driver danny would be #and long before we made the playlist he would make in an attempt to get valerie to let him drive #thanks for the ask!!