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hi!!!! i love your writing style, it’s so beautiful! when you have the time, could i request Ominis x reader where they have a really bad fight and Ominis says something really mean like totally out of pocket to where their relationship is cracking so he has to win her forgiveness and love back 😭 i love angst it hurts me so good

The 3 Boys & The Hogwarts Champion

{Garreth Weasley/Ominis Gaunt/Sebastian Sallow x GN!Reader}

Introduction: The TriWizard Tournament was a tournament that promised glory, but also a tournament with a death toll so high, just surviving it would be the accomplishment of a lifetime. Your significant other had begged you not to put your name in the Goblet of Fire. You told him you wouldn’t, but you've done so anyway in secret. These are the reactions of Garreth, Ominis, and Sebastian when they not only realize you put your name in behind their back, but that you’ve also been chosen as the Hogwarts Champion.

Word Count:

Garreth: ~ 2,200 words

Ominis: ~ 1,700 words

Sebastian: ~ 2,400 words

Warnings: Kissing, Angst

Author’s Note: Thanks for the request, anon! And I'm so happy you enjoy my writing ❤ I hope you don't mind I got Garreth and Sebastian in on your request haha. You can go ahead and jump to reader and Ominis' fight, there aren't any rules here. 😉 Sorry for taking so long on my fanfics! Work has been nuts lately, I've fit in writing whenever I had the drive and wasn't mentally burned out from my job. Hope you enjoy and have fun with it guys, got some good ol' angst written up for ya 😚

Songs (if interested):

Garreth’s song: War of Hearts (Acoustic Version) - Ruelle

Ominis’ song: Granite - Sleep Token

Sebastian’s song: Is It Really You? - Sleep Token, Loathe

Garreth:

When Garreth heard Headmaster Black announce your name, his blood went cold, the entertained smile vanishing from his face. But - we agreed you wouldn’t… No. No, this isn’t fun anymore. Stop this. Stop all of this now.

He watched you as you made your way up to stand with the other champions. You were smiling, happy, proud as can be that your name was chosen. But he caught the guilty look in your eye when you glanced his way. You lied to me.

The room seemed to be spinning while he sat still in his seat, looking Headmaster Black’s way but not listening to what he was saying about the tournament. His ears were ringing, he was starting to feel sick.

As soon as everyone was dismissed, Garreth shot up from his seat, wanting to get out of the Great Hall as fast as possible. You wanted to chase after him, explain yourself. But you could only watch Garreth’s form walk away as you were guided with the other champions out to discuss the tournament expectations.

Garreth had gone numb. The one he loved most had lied to him, deciding some dangerous, unnecessary tournament was worth more than him. Without thinking, he had gone to Professor Sharp’s empty classroom and started brewing whatever came to mind. He wasn’t in the mood for experimenting, he wanted to put together ingredients that made sense, he couldn’t take anymore surprises.

You had been watching him silently from the doorway for a few minutes, trying to think of what you could possibly say to him after what you had done.

Feeling someone’s presence, he turned to see who it was. He shook his head and scoffed humorlessly seeing it was you, turning back to his potions.

I deserved that welcome. “I -” You began but stopped short, not knowing how to continue.

He took a step back from his potion brew, resting his hands on the table, looking at the ground because he wasn’t quite ready to look at you. “I just want to know why. Why would you look me in the eye, promise me you wouldn’t put your name in the running, and then go off and do exactly that behind my back?” His voice was hard, his words direct.

You had never heard him be this stern with you. You didn’t think you’d ever heard him this stern with anyone. Way to go, you’ve managed to make the most fun loving, easy going person you know livid. “There’s no good excuse, Gar.”

“Don’t.” He said through gritted teeth. “You are not allowed to call me that.”

Your heart broke, but you knew you brought this on yourself.

He took a steadying breath, trying to push down his temper. “Either tell me why you did it or leave me alone.” His tone sounded like he was already done with you.

You nodded your head, quickly trying to find the words. “I… Natty put her name in.”

Garreth squeezed his eyes shut. He had heard Natty throwing the idea of entering around but he hadn’t realized she’d actually done it. If he had found out before you did, he would have done everything in his power to keep it hidden from you. Although, he didn’t know how successful he’d be when Natty was your best friend. “If she wanted to compete, that's her choice.”

“And this is mine. I’m not letting anything happen to her.”

He stood up straight then, looking at nothing in particular. He shouldn’t have expected anything different. You were the most capable person to compete for Hogwarts, and the only one in ages able to wield ancient magic, you both knew if you entered your name you’d get chosen. He had begged you to promise him you wouldn’t put your name in. But of course, it still ended up like this.

All it would take was one misstep, and you’d be taken from him forever. The thought had brought back the sickening feeling he had earlier. Wishing he had felt numb still, he sighed and rubbed at his brows with his thumb and forefinger. “Why do you have to be the hero every bloody time?” He grumbled, just loud enough for you to hear.

You looked down, feeling horrible seeing him this way. It was a new low knowing you had caused it. Garreth was always bright and full of good humor, and your betrayal seemed to wash that all away like it never existed. “I’m so sorry. I never… never wanted to hurt you.”

He finally turned your way and looked over you solemnly for a moment. You held his gaze as he walked up and cupped your cheek. “I just had to go after you, didn’t I? Why couldn’t I have gone after someone dull? Why’d it have to be you?” He gave a small shake of his head as he mused to himself. “It’s cruel being in love with you.”

It hit you then that you could lose him over this. “I know.” You whispered.

With a disappointed sigh, he released you and went back to his potions station. “You can go now.” He said with no emotion, as if he were dismissing you.

You stared after him a moment longer, then took your leave.

He poured some of the wiggenweld potion he brewed into a flask. Just as he was about to cap it, rage coursed through him and he threw the flask against the wall.

He wasn’t planning on attending any of your challenges, but he found he couldn’t keep away. He needed to keep an eye on you or he’d feel worse than he already did. He remained near the back of the audience, pacing back and forth, anxiously running his hand through his hair throughout the whole thing. The sick, nervous feeling never dissipated, he could have sworn the sensation was burning a hole through his insides.

He nearly collapsed when the challenge was over, breathing easier with so much relief washing over him. He ran down to the champions’ tent to wait for you to leave. He called your name as you walked out and you quickly turned in the direction of his voice, eyes wide that he had not only shown up, but approached you first.

He closed the distance between you two and pulled you into a tight embrace, holding you like he never wanted to let go. You wrapped your arms back around him, nearly crying at the collision.

He pulled back just enough to cup your cheek and look over your features. “Are you alright? Are you hurt?” His stomach dropped seeing all the gashes and bruises on your face.

“I’m fine.” You tried to reassure him, but his eyes darting all over you told you your words hadn’t done much reassuring.

He took your hand in his and pulled you urgently along with him. “I’m getting you to the hospital wing, and I’m going to make you some wiggenweld potions.” He stopped briefly to look you dead in the eye, no nonsense. “And you’re going to drink every single one I put in front of you.” He turned and began tugging you along again.

You smiled to yourself, not daring to disagree with him. “Yes, sir.”

On your way to the hospital wing, you walked by the wall where the Room of Requirement would be. It never showed up when you were with someone else, but that day it did. Garreth slowed to a stop, furrowing his brows as he watched the door form before him.

“What’s happening?”

“It’s the Room of Requirement. Looks like it believes we both need it now.” You tugged him in with you and his eyes went wide at it all before him.

“You’ve had all this to yourself since fifth year?” He was in awe, how could you ever want to leave this place? As his eyes explored the room, they landed back on you, and he remembered in a panic what he was originally doing. “Sit down.” He commanded. He turned and scanned the room for your potions station. Spotting it, he strode up and began on some wiggenwelds. While those took a moment to brew, he looked around for some bandages, anything to patch you up with.

“Right here.” You held them up as you sat on the couch and began working them onto yourself.

He snatched them from you, sat down, and started doing it for you. You watched him as he fixated on your scrapes and bumps. Being this close again, you wanted to kiss his freckles more than ever before. He had been avoiding you since you last spoke, you were convinced you had lost him. You probably had and this was only a moment of weakness on his part.

“I love you.” You found yourself saying. “I’d do anything for you, I hope you still know that.”

He seemed unphased by your words as he continued cleaning you up. “You’d do anything but keep your name out of a burning goblet, it seems.”

You closed your eyes and sighed through your nose. He had you there.

He stopped his movements suddenly and shifted away from you, sighing himself and leaning his elbows on his knees. “You broke my heart, you know.”

Tears stung at your eyes. But you refused to let them fall, you weren’t the victim here. All you could do was nod your head even though he wasn’t looking at you.

“You promised me you wouldn’t put your name in that damned goblet.” His voice was strained. He went silent for a moment, taking a steadying breath. “You got me thinking about life outside of Hogwarts.” He began again. “It’s only going to get worse once we leave here and we’re out there. You’re going to put yourself in worse and worse situations for others.” He rubbed his hand down his face roughly at the thought and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t know if I’ll be able to bear it.”

You sat up straight, trying to keep your composure as your nerves went into a stomach-turning frenzy. You knew what he was getting at.

“I don’t want to be in love with you… I don’t.” He admitted. He looked up to the potion pots and saw the wiggenwelds were done. He stood to his feet to grab them and bring them over. He knelt before you, holding up one of the flasks. “You’re to drink all three of these.” He looked up at you with a face of you don’t have a say, drink it.

You took the first one from him, downing it, then did the same for the following two. Once you finished he got up and discarded the flasks. He returned to your side on the couch and took your hand in his. He looked down at it in his lap, tracing shapes on your skin lightly with his thumb. “What I do know is that being apart from you feels so much worse. Now that… that I know I can’t bear.” He looked at you then, his face told you he was upset with himself for feeling this way, for choosing to stay by your side.

You had caused this. You had done him wrong. And he was right, things were going to get worse after Hogwarts. You really were a cruel one to love.

“I don’t know how long I'll be furious with you, but I’m thinking it’ll be a while.” He let himself get lost in your eyes for a moment. “Glad you’re okay at least.” He released your hand and got up to leave.

You were going to let him go, but you stood to your feet and stormed after him. You grabbed at him to face you and then crashed your lips onto his. You cupped his face and he shot his hands to your waist, his fingers digging deep into your sides.

He pulled away slightly, his eyes narrowed at you and he exhaled, frustrated. He was beyond exasperated with you, but he still craved you like no other. Furrowing his brows, he returned his lips to yours, moving his mouth against yours to satiate said craving. His hands slid up your back as he wrapped his arms around you.

He hadn’t realized how starved he was for your taste until he had you there in his arms again. He licked at your bottom lip, wanting to get more of you, and you gladly granted him access. Anything he wanted, you’d give it to him. He could feel your compliance, and he was tempted to see just how sorry you were.

But his hands slowly moved up to yours and removed them from his face. He tore his lips from yours and looked over your flushed features, wanting more but not allowing himself more, then he released you. “Nice try.” He turned and made his way out. “Stay sweet and I might let you call me ‘Gar’ again.” He called over his shoulder.

Ominis:

“You what?!” Ominis was fuming now, you had seen him angry with you before, but never like this.

“I thought,” You exhaled in frustration, “I thought it would help your family approve of me.”

“My family should be none of your concern!”

“I’m not a pure-blood, Ominis, you know they would never approve of me. Being the Hogwarts Champion has to mean something. If they ever find out we’re together, they’d arrange a marriage for you like that.” You said with a snap of your fingers. “This tournament could help prove my worth.”

He shook his head, pacing back and forth. “And you’d think I’d just roll over and let that happen?! This was not the answer, I’ll never understand why you thought it was.”

“There’s no need to get this upset. I might not even get picked anyway.”

His pacing came to a sudden halt, his eyebrows shot up in incredulity. “Is that supposed to be a joke? Of course your name’s going to get picked!” His fury turned into something with a bit more worry then. “I can’t help you when you're out there, you’re going to have to do all those challenges on your own.”

“Whatever they throw at me, I’ll be able to handle it. I’m sure I’ve already survived through worse than what they’re planning.”

“That’s just it! You had no control over everything that’s happened and you survived through it! This? You’re actively seeking out danger now, it’s pointless! When did you become so dim-witted as to not see that?!” Ominis regretted his words immediately, desperately wanting to take them back but unable to do so.

You were stunned for a moment he had actually spoken to you in such a way. A petty smile formed on your face. “Seems we’re done here.”

Ominis called your name in a panic as he heard you storm out of the undercroft, but you ignored him. He dug around frantically in his pocket for his wand, holding it up and having it guide him to follow where you had gone. He knew his wand didn’t work as a tracker, but he had the slightest bit of hope that if it sensed how much he needed to get to you it might help him out. But no such luck.

It had been a week since you and Ominis fought and the dreaded day had finally arrived to announce the TriWizard tournament champions. Every now and then his wand would sense you were in the same room as him, but he didn’t need his wand to be able to tell you were keeping your distance.

How could I have spoken to you the way I had? Every time he thought back to it, he wanted to ask Sebastian to punch him, just bash his face right in.

Even though Ominis knew it was coming, he was still hit with an overwhelming sense of dread when Headmaster Black announced your name. He didn’t clap with everyone else and he hoped you noticed.

He left the Great Hall with everyone else and his wand sensed Poppy was near him. An idea instantly formed in his head. “Excuse me, Poppy?”

Poppy turned her head in surprise hearing Ominis call to her. “Y - Yes, Ominis?”

It was a relief hearing your best friend’s voice still sound so friendly to him. You must not have told anyone about how he spoke to you, which only made him feel worse. He was the villain here. “I need your help with something.”

He was leaning against a tree in the woods behind the beasts class stables, hands in his pockets and tapping his foot anxiously. He heard your footsteps crunching the leaves on your way over.

“Poppy? Poppy, I’m here with the feed, what’s happened to High Wing?” You asked in a panic. When Poppy didn’t respond, you looked up from the feed in your arms and Ominis stepped forward.

You groaned and turned on your heel to leave.

“Please - just wait -”

“Want to insult me some more, do you?” You snipped without looking back at him.

“I’m going to have my family speak to Headmaster Black.” Ominis blurted, and you froze. “They’ll get you out of the games.”

He could hear you drop the feed to the ground. “Don’t you dare.” A chill went down his spine at your warning tone but he stood his ground.

“You don’t have a say in the matter. You’re not competing.”

He could hear you stomp up to him, could feel your presence, and you were close. His breath hitched when he realized you were close enough for him to feel your breath against his skin. It had hit him all at once how he hadn’t been able to touch you for a week, and he didn’t know if he was able to keep himself from closing the distance between you two right then and there.

“Back off, Gaunt. How about you sit down and shut up while I show this entire valley what this ‘dim-wit’ can do?”

Ominis’ lips parted slightly. Oh...

He fisted the fabric of your shirt and shot his lips in the direction of where he felt your breath and heard your voice. It was all too perfect getting your lips on the first try, especially with you having riled him up, speaking to him as you had.

He nipped at your lip and it drew the softest of moans from you, but he caught it. He always heard every little noise he could get out of you. Your hands went up and ran through his hair, you had missed him too, he could tell. Remembering where the tree he was leaning against was, he walked you back until you were pressed against it.

He released your shirt and brought his hands to your waist. His kisses turned less ravenous and more apologetic. He slowed and deepened his mouth movements. “I’m sorry.” He whispered against your lips. “I’m so sorry. I had no right speaking to you that way.” He said in between kisses. “There’s no excuse. I’ll do everything in my power to make it up to you.”

“Ominis, stop talking.” You sighed, greedily taking his lips again. Though his body weight was against you, keeping you trapped between him and the tree, he was the compliant one.

Ominis pulled back, as much as he wanted to keep connected to you, you two had unfinished business. “I won’t go to my family… if it’s what you really want.” Ominis said, still a bit breathless from your kiss. “Just… don’t do it for them, I beg of you. They aren't worth it.” Ominis leaned forward to kiss at your neck tenderly as he waited for your answer.

You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close. “It’s what I want. If not me, then who?”

His mouth on your neck stilled. As much as he hated to agree with you on this, he did. If he sent his family to speak with Headmaster Black to have another student take your place, he’d practically be sending that student to their death. You were the most capable person he had ever known, and you didn’t even need dark magic to accomplish all that you had. If anyone was going to survive this thing, it was you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a loving embrace. He nuzzled his face into your neck and took in your scent, reveling in this moment you had together. He thought he had ruined everything after your fight.

More than anything, he wanted to go back in time and do everything he could to stop you from ever entering your name into that Goblet. But in the end, it was always your choice, not his.

The days leading up to your first challenge, Ominis kept close to your side, constantly asking you questions on how prepared you were.

“Did you brew enough wiggenweld potions? How about we start on some thunderbrews for you as well?”

“I know how effective the chomping cabbages are, but let’s get some mandrakes and venomous tentaculas grown to be on the safe side.”

“Were you able to put that enchantment I showed you on your competition robes?”

The day of the challenge, he was able to keep his composure, but only because you asked him to. You were anxious as well, and him being sick with worry for you would only add to the frenzy of nerves within you.

He asked Sebastian to narrate everything that was happening while you were out there. Hearing Sebastian’s depiction and the blasting sounds of spells from the arena unraveled his calm exterior more and more by the second. He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees, his head in his hands, leg bouncing up and down rapidly. He didn’t know how he was going to have to sit through two more of these.

Use the Unforgivables if you have to, I don’t care. He found himself thinking. Whatever it takes, just come back to me.

The sound of the crowd cheering and the feel of Sebastian roughly patting his back in excitement told him you had completed the first challenge. He immediately stood to his feet and took out his wand, his legs were jelly but he pushed through and went straight for the champions’ tent. As soon as he arrived you had run up and thrown your arms around him.

He didn’t hesitate to drop his wand to the ground and wrap his arms around you. He closed his eyes, holding you so close to him he had started to lift you off the ground a bit. He was beyond thankful to every little thing in the universe that aligned to help him get back to you.

“If you still believe my family would be able to tear me from you, you might actually be a dim-wit.”

He could feel you chuckle against him. “I’d like to see them try after what I just accomplished back there.”

Sebastian:

Sebastian had let his emotions get the better of him again. It was his fault you had been avoiding him for days now, and he couldn’t bear it any longer. He tried giving you your space but he needed to at least let you know how sorry he was. As soon as the TriWizard champions announcement ceremony was over, he’d find you and apologize. He needed to be better, he knew that.

But then your name was called.

Wait, that can’t be right. You didn’t even put your name in so how…? His breathing grew a bit heavier. No, no Professor Black read the wrong name. You told each other everything. And he specifically had you promise him you wouldn’t enter.

He watched for your features to see if you were just as confused as he was, but you weren’t. You were smiling, happily receiving congratulatory pats on the back as you walked up to stand with the champions already chosen, not glancing his way once.

He mentally willed you to look his way as you stood up there. Give me something, give me anything. Tell me with your eyes why you did this. But no use, you were up there looking as if you had no reason not to be.

When everyone was dismissed he stayed back a bit, wanting to go up to you. But you and the other champions were escorted away to discuss what was to be expected going into this tournament.

Sebastian waited outside the Great Hall until you were done. Once he saw you walking out, he pushed up off the wall he was leaning against and came up behind you, calling your name.

“Did you enter because of me? Is this my fault?”

You stopped in place, taking a moment to turn and face him. You had some trouble meeting his gaze. “You weren’t the main reason, but I’d be lying if I said you weren’t a part of it.”

“Then why? Why else would you do this?”

You looked over his dispirited features in silence for a moment. “Since the moment I arrived at Hogwarts, I felt as if I’ve been running around taking care of everyone else. And after our last fight, I… I don’t know. Something in me snapped, Sebastian. Putting my name in that Goblet, it -” You exhaled, feeling like he wouldn’t understand but you decided to tell him anyway, “it was the first time I felt like I was doing something for me.”

Sebastian looked down, it seemed you didn’t tell each other everything like he once believed. How could he have not known you felt this way? He was the one seeing you and he didn’t even realize something had been off with you.

“I know I made a promise not to do it. And for breaking that promise, I apologize. But… I don’t regret doing it.” You were ashamed at the admission, but you wanted him to know.

He realized it then when he met your gaze, he had lost you. You had been slipping away from him for a while, and he had been so blinded by his own issues he hadn’t noticed until it was too late.

A nasty, stomach turning feeling hit him all at once. “Is this… Are you ending things between us?”

His heart constricted painfully when you didn’t answer him right away, didn’t reassure him that he had it all wrong and you would never part from him. You were looking at him like you knew the next thing you were about to say would make him feel terrible.

“Sebastian, I’ll always be around to help you with Anne -”

He huffed in disbelief and turned on his heel to get out of there, as far away from you as possible. He didn’t want to hear you finish that sentence, how you had started it had already broken him enough.

He fell back onto his bed, throwing an arm over his eyes. He couldn’t stop the tears from stinging at them but he could sure as hell keep them from falling. It hurt more thinking back to the conversation and realizing that not once had you called him ‘Seb’ like you normally did. How long has it been since you had? Even more indication of how far you had drifted away. How did this happen?

When was the last time you asked him to help you with anything? There were a few times in fifth year you had asked for his help getting the triptychs, but those outings had benefited him as well in trying to get a cure for Anne. Was there ever a time he had helped you with anything that was purely for you? He was disgusted with himself, not being able to name a single time. No wonder he lost you.

And now you were going to compete in a tournament famous for being so dangerous, it was common for the participants to die. Throwing yourself into jeopardy like this, you hadn’t asked for his help. No. You had banished him from your side. How could you expect him to keep his distance in circumstances such as these?

The tears were overflowing, escaping out of his shut eyelids and he pressed his arm over them tighter. Just come back. I need you back. I’ll be better, I promise.

Ominis had advised Sebastian to give you your space, if you wanted his help you would ask for it. But all these horrifying scenarios kept popping up in his head, scenarios where you die and he could have done something to prevent it. He didn’t care if you ignored him, didn’t care if you hated him, as long as you were alive, you could feel however you damn well pleased about him.

He had scoured the library for any enchantment you could put on your competition robes, any herbology methods to make your carnivorous plants more vicious, anything to make your potions more effective.

He lost sleep over it, he didn’t mind. He’d much rather sneak into the restricted section late at night than face those nightmares of your corpse he’d been having the past week. Once he felt he had enough notes written out of all these things that could help you, he decided to find you.

He waited for you to come outside of the Room of Requirement with a notebook of everything he had researched for you. It was late but there was still a good amount of time before curfew. As the halls were getting darker and emptier, he sat on the ground, head back against the wall until you came out.

He startled a bit when the door finally formed. He sprang to his feet and straightened out his clothes as he watched you walk out. Your eyes met his and it pained him that you looked uneasy to see him.

“I um -” He cleared his throat, a bit unsure of himself now that he had your full attention. “I have something for you.” He held out the notebook to you.

You glanced down at it in his hands, then eyed him as you took it. “What’s this?”

Sebastian moved himself to your side, looking over your shoulder, opening the notebook as you held it in your hand and gave as brief an explanation as he could. He pointed out where you could find the herbology notes, the enchantment notes, and the potion notes. As he explained, your eyes drifted gradually up from the notebook to his face.

After a moment, he noticed you looking at him and not the notebook. “What?”

“Nothing.” You looked back down at the notebook. “Thank you for this.”

Sebastian didn’t say anything and stayed where he was next to you. You looked back up at him, wondering if there was something else he wanted. He hadn’t been this close to you for weeks. He missed your scent, your warmth, your lips being this close to his. He wanted to claim them again, but he knew he couldn’t. You weren’t his anymore.

Rather than pulling you close, he kept his hands to himself and gave a single nod of his head to you. Then he turned on his heel and left.

You watched him walk away in silence. You were expecting him to ask for something in return, help with some cave that had some book that mentioned some untapped magic. Just like he had always done. But he had just given you the notebook and left it at that.

Where was this Sebastian before? Truth be told, you always felt like he could walk out on you at any moment. Especially if he ever felt like he no longer had a need for your ancient magic, there were many nights you’d be up wondering if that was the only reason he was with you. This along with the way he would snap at you whenever he was frustrated, taking it out on you. He had gotten better about it since fifth year, but it still occurred.

Whether he was doing this to get you or your ancient magic back, only time would tell.

The day of your first challenge arrived, and Sebastian hadn’t gotten a wink of sleep the night before. He debated not turning up at all, but the idea had made him feel nauseous. He needed to stay close to you throughout this whole thing.

Whether or not he actually watched was still up in the air. He stood behind one of the wooden beams in the audience stands, arms crossed over his chest tightly in hopes of keeping himself from throwing up. When it was announced you were up next, he squeezed his eyes shut and the blood drained from his face. This could be it, these could be your last few moments alive. He could hear you start the challenge below and sweat began to form on his forehead.

“Sebastian, you've got to see this!” Lucan Brattleby shouted to him over the crowd’s cheers.

Sebastian’s head snapped his direction, and he noticed the crowd’s faces. They weren’t biting their nails or covering their eyes in horror, they were ecstatic, brows raised and eyes wide in awe. Sebastian came out from behind the pillar and looked down into the arena below.

A rousing sensation coursed through him as he watched you. You’re glorious. He always knew you were capable and talented. He’d caught glimpses of your skill with a wand when you competed in Crossed Wands or fought side by side on your outings together. But he had never just… watched you. His worry for you in this tournament was fizzling away the more he witnessed you practically dance through this challenge in the arena below. Your footwork was clean, your defensive reflexes quick, and your offensive casts brutal.

He could watch you do this all day.

When the challenge ended, you had placed first with a sweeping victory. He couldn’t help it, he wanted to run to you and congratulate you, tell you how amazing you were himself. Even if you only gave him a fleeting glance, even if you ignored him.

His nerves went into a frenzy seeing you come out of the tent. You had spotted him right away, and you seemed genuinely pleased to see him. He was taken aback and thought his heart would burst out of his chest.

You made your way up to him and he stuttered trying to get his words out. “I - I just wanted to come by and tell you -”

“Come here.” He was silenced when you grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him in for a kiss. He was stunned but quickly shook himself out of it, wrapping his arms around you to keep you on him like this.

You were in complete control of this kiss, and Sebastian had no complaints. Your hands moved to cup his jaw, holding him in a way that you could move his head so his mouth was right where you wanted it at all times. His heart was racing in anticipation while yours raced with adrenaline. His body was turning into a furnace for you. He knew this wasn’t a makeup kiss, this was a passionate, emotions are high kind of kiss. But he’d give it to you all the same, anything you wanted, it was yours.

You had never felt so on top of the world in your life. The sound of the crowd cheering you on so loudly the arena began to shake, completing the first challenge like it was nothing, and taking charge of Sebastian Sallow’s lips, it was all unbelievably intoxicating.

“Thank you.” You said breathily, breaking from him. “For that notebook, it helped more than you know, thank you.”

“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve done for me.” He shook his head, then placed his forehead on yours. “You deserve so much more.”

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, taking in his freckles, soaking in this short moment where you two were close again.

“Can you see yourself coming back to me?” He found himself asking.

You took a moment to answer as you kept your hold on each other. “I don’t know… I still love you. I think I always will. But -” You thought on your words carefully and Sebastian stiffened, tightening his hold on you, afraid of letting you slip away again. “I don’t know if I have anything more to give.”

“I’m not asking you to give anything.” He said quickly, voice just above a whisper. “I don’t care if you never help me with finding a cure again. Just… Please, don’t tear yourself away from me.”

You looked into his eyes, not wanting to break this moment, unsure of what was supposed to happen next. “I need more time.”

He closed his eyes briefly at that answer, then gave a small nod. It wasn’t what he wanted you to say, but there was still hope in it. He’d wait, as long as it took. And he’d continue helping you in this tournament whether you liked it or not.

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breadsoup00 · 1 year

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Bsd incorrect quotes but it’s all vines

(cutting it so u don’t have to suffer)

~~~~ Yosano, jumping out from behind a shelf: RAH

Ranpo: Ahh! I could of drop my crosssint :(

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Dazai to mori: what the FUCK is up mori? NO, what did you say?! What did you say, dude?! Step the FUCK up Mori!

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Dazai: - And they were roomates!

Atsushi: Oh my god.. they were roomates..

~~~~ Poe: Is there anything better than pussy? YES! A really good book.

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Atsushi: Do you ever like, wake up? Or like, do something and you’re just like what the he- fuck is going on?

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Mori: Road work ahead? Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does!

Elise: *sighs*

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Dazai: We all die, you either kill yourself or get killed!

Atsushi:

Dazai: Watchu gonna do? Whatchu gonna do?

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Dazai: When there’s too much drama at the port mafia?

Dazai: All you gotta do is, walk away-ay-ayyy

Dazai: *blows up chuuyas car*

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Chuuya: I thought you were bae.. turns out you’re just fam..

Dazai: Bruh-

Chuuya: 😔🤘

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Nathaniel: I want a church girl..who go to church.. and read her bIIblEeEEE

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Ranpo: I do love working here, it’s just a lot of laughs!

Ranpo: Fuck off bitch, I’m not going to your fucking baby shower!

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Chuuya: You know that feeling when you look at a photo you took with your friends and you’re like “eh, I don’t look that great in this”

Chuuya: Yeah? What’s that like?

*cuts to a slowmo of Chuuya flipping around with music in the background*

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Yosano: Hey, I’m lesbian

Ranpo: I thought you were Japanese..

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Chuuya: Did you wash the dishes?

Dazai: I thought..you wanted to do it.

Chuuya: Haha, YOU WERE WRONG.

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Teen Dazai: HOW DO YOU KNOW WHATS GOOD FOR ME?!

Mori: THATS MY OPINION!!

Teen Dazai:

Kouyou, the family counselor:

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Ranpo: I love you bitch

Poe: Oh my God

Ranpo: I ain’t never gonna stop loving you, bitch

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Mori: So uh, basically what I was thinking was-

*Dazai leaves the mafia*

Mori: Ah fuck, I can’t believe you’ve done this.

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Nikolai: So you just don’t bring me a birthday gift on my birthday to my birthday party on my birthday with a birthday gift?

Dazai: …Happy birthday?

Nikolai: *slams a wine glass on his head*

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Ranpo: WHAT ARE THOSEEEE

Fukuzawa: They are my crocs

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Teen Dazai: *shoots off a gun*

Yumeno: *falls over*

Yumeno: THIS IS WHY MORI DOESNT FUCKING LOVE YOU!

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Sigma: I’ve brought you frankensince

Fyodor: Oh..thank you

Dazai: And I’ve brought you mur..

Dazai: MUR-DER!

Fyodor: Dazai! no!

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Teen Chuuya, trying to catch a dog:

Teen Dazai: *sneezes*

Dog: *runs away*

Teen Chuuya: Nice, Dazai!

Teen Dazai: I sneezed! What, am I not allowed to sneeze?

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Ranpo: Ooh, this is my jam!

Ranpo: This is my- turn that song off, this is my jam!

Ranpo: *kisses the jar*

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real-hot-grl-shi · 10 days

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infatuation 1

noun

in·fat·u·a·tion

a feeling of foolish or obsessively strong love for, admiration for, or interest in someone or something.

Prologue

The breeze was cool, but the temperature wasn’t. I was running in and out of the house, giggling and going around the backyard and back like a maniac. My curly hair bounced with every rapid step I took, a baby tooth missing from my bottom teeth, showing it proudly to everyone around me.

I eventually ran to my best friend, Ruby’s house, bouncing as I rapidly knocked on the door. Almost instantly, Ruby stood over me, her dark hair down her back as her green eyes pierced through my soul, multiple teeth missing and a raised eyebrow tilting upwards on her face. “Another tooth?” She asked, her voice soft and quiet.

“Yep!! See? I'm growing older!!” I exclaimed, poking her arm as she giggled, playfully swatting my hand away from her arm. “Oh yeah? Well then if you're so old and humble, you can win me in a race to that tree?” She asked, turning to the side and pointing to the tree. I giggled and nodded, almost jumping into a running position.

“Ready?” Ruby asked, cocking a brow as I nodded frantically. “Three.. Two.. One.” Both of us instantly ran down the steps, to the tree as fast as we could go, hair bouncing and flowing in the wind as the two of us boasted and giggled the moment we were an inch ahead of the other.

When we got closer to the tree, Ruby began to slow down, letting me get ahead and slap the tree. Letting out a laugh of victory. “HAHA!!! I won!!” I boasted, jumping up and down as Ruby touched the branch, giggling. “Well, I guess you did beat me in a race. Be proud, Lissa.” Wrong. She knew she was way faster and stronger than me.

Hell, she was already in basketball and wrestling. And all I knew at that time was how to be flexible. I don't understand why she let me win that time, not ever in fact. “I know!! I'm the best and you're the worst!!” I giggled, letting out a lengthy laugh before wheezing and catching my breath. Oh yeah. Asthma. “Oh- Oh shit-” “T-that's a bad word!!!” I wheezed out, falling to my butt and sitting down, my legs pressed gently against my chest.

“Here have some water. I knew I should’ve been slower.” “what was that?..” “Nothing! Focus on yourself alright?” Ruby exclaimed, sitting down next to me. We sat in pure silence, I was kicking my feet and playing with the bandaid on my arm while Ruby was looking at her arms, blowing a small raspberry. “Hey, you feeling alright?” Ruby asked, her tone soft and buttery, unlike her rougher voice. “Yeah, I'm a-ok!! It was just a little scary! But I'm ok!!” I giggled, kicking my feet and smiling at her.

“Ok good.” She took out a small lollipop and gave it to me, averting her eyes, a coat of blush growing on her cheeks. “Here’s your prize. Good job for winning Lissa.” She whispered as I gasped and smiled, my eyes lighting up like a Christmas tree. The lollipop was small and circular, the flavor being fruit punch and having a pink bow on the paper part of the lollipop.

“Thank you thank you thank you!!!” I exclaimed, yanking the wrapper off and sucking on it, humming a tune. Ruby watched and smiled, another tint of blush showing on her cheeks. “Promise me something,” Ruby whispered, catching my attention and looking up at her, eyes wide.

“No matter how much you grow, you’ll stay with me?” I paused before giggling, scooting closer “Of course, silly!” “You have to promise.” Ruby sighed, her green eyes drifting down to me. “I promise Ruby.” I hummed, the childish smile still on my face, leaning closer and kissing her on the lips, light but not quick.

Ruby’s cheeks reddened, as she trembled, her breath quick and heavy as I pulled away, smiling up at her, my missing tooth evident on it. “See? That kiss is a promise! And I promise I'll always be by your side!” I giggled as Ruby let out a struggling noise that I could never understand. “Y-yeah.. Always?” “Always.”

We were only kids then. 9 and 11. Little did I know that sealed the fate of my future.

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tonberry-yoda · 2 years

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hello ♡ could i request for the SDC with a gn reader who writes and sings songs? i always liked to imagine the SDC sitting around by a campfire singing songs together HAHA

one night while everyone’s asleep, they catch reader singing a song with its lyrics very suspiciously sounding like it’s about them. their reaction when reader bashfully tells them that yes, they did write a song about them is completely up to you! have a lovely day ahead :)

omg ofcccccc! i love writing for the sdc, so thank you for the request! i love singing myself, so this was a lot of fun! and this is so sweet too omg. anyway! thanks again for the request!! have a good day/night lovely anon! <3

SDC with a gn!reader who loves to sing and writes a song for them

Pairing - Jotaro x gn!reader, Kakyoin x gn!reader, Avdol x gn!reader, Polnareff x gn!reader, Joseph x gn!reader

Warnings - none!

Notes - omg you're so nice! i love this request anon and i had even more fun writing it! sorry if it took a little while, ive been a little busy, but here it is! <3 you have a lovely day as well!!! <33333

And don’t forget, REQUESTS ARE OPEN! So if you want to request any writing, please don’t hesitate to ask, but please read my pinned post before requesting! Please enjoy!! Don’t forget to stay hydrated! <3

Jotaro Kujo

we all know this little baby man mommas boy loved being sang lullabies to when he was little

no one can fight me on that, i know what im talking about

he would act like he doesnt like when you start singing around the campfire or just to yourself, but he actually loves your voice and wishes you would sing more tbh

he rolls his eyes and does his iconic "yare yare daze", but we alllll know he loves it

the little turd

and one day, he's walking past your hotel room when he hears your beautiful voice past the door. he immediately calms down (because lets be honest, he was probably pouting or something). he presses his ear to the door and then freezes. he had never heard this song before, meaning you wrote it, not only that... but the lyrics sound suspiciously like about him.

he heard you singing about the time he saved your life and the time that the two of you watched the sunset before moving on to the next destination

he could honestly feel himself start to tear up

until Polnareff and his loud ass voice appeared

"Jotaro? What are you doing with your ear pressed to the door like that?"

boy nearly jumped out of his skin

and then you opened the door, holding your ukulele/guitar/another random instrument

you tilt your head and ask jotaro why was there

he confesses, rubbing the back of his neck

"was that song about me?"

you clutched onto your instrument with a bright red face and nodded

he just nodded and walked away

all he wanted to do was hear that song one more time

Noriaki Kakyoin

he would sing with you tbh

he probably has the voice of an angel

omg hes so pretty

he definitely knows how to play an instrument, so he would join in to a lot of the campfire songs

he also just goes quiet sometimes to listen to your voice

he would scoot closer

stand closer

anything just to hear your voice flow through his ears

he is a such a sucker for you and your voice

one night, you invite kakyoin to sit outside on the roof of your hotel to look at the moon

you're shaking the whole time, completely nervous

then kakyoin notices you're holding an instrument

"are you going to sing?" he asks so nicely with the cutest smile, making all your nerves disappear

you start singing, making the boy melt

he closes his eyes and just lets your voice flow

UNTIL

he hears some oddly familiar lyrics

"hair like a cherry"

"eyes like a beautiful night"

he stops you in the middle of the song, putting his hand on yours

"is this about me?"

you nod and kakyoin immediately pulls you in for a hug, feeling himself tear up

no one has ever been this nice to him

he loves you more than anything in the world

Mohammad Avdol

this man loves a good song around the campfire

laughing

ROASTING MARSHMALLOWS

omg he's the king of a roasted marshmallow

but his favorite part is your voice

you sound like an angel to him

he almost feels bad dragging you around

putting you in danger

but he knows how strong you are

but seeing you be so vulnerable through song is something he absolutely loves, just making him want to protect you even more

the way this man TEARS UP every time he hears your voice

i love this sweetheart sm

one night, he wanted some fresh air, so he stepped out on his balcony. his room was right next to your and he was surprised you didnt notice him

instead, your eyes were closed and you were... crying

crying and singing

but the lyrics... they were so sweet

talking about avdol

about him

about how you wanted him, but didnt know if he wanted you

avdol literally started crying

you finished your song and turned to see avdol with tears in his eyes

you jumped up and quickly apologized and avdol reached his hand over his balcony to grab yours

you grabbed his hand and he kissed it, apologizing for making you feel that way

you explained that it was just a song and that you werent upset or anything, but avdol kissed your hand again, inviting you over to his room for the night to cuddle

god i love this big ol teddy bear

Jean Pierre Polnareff

sing in french, coward, you wont

tbh tho he would be over the moon for your voice

he would call you his "petit ange"

he would goof around during campfire song time, until you start seriously singing

his mouth would be shut, just watching you

a smile on his face and a tear in his eye

he's my favorite sdc omggggg

then one day, you grab polnareff's big arm, practically being able to swing on it

"what are you doing mon cheri?" polnareff giggled and got you off of his arm, pulling you in for a hug

as you were in between his man boobies arms, you told him that you had a surprise for him

"a surprise? i love surprises"

you sit him down and sit in front of him, pulling out an instrument

you begin singing to him in french

you forgot something super important tho

polnareff speaks french

every word was for him and for some reason, you thought he wasn't going to understand the lyrics

you thought you were being all sneaky, but no

silly you

you finish the song with a smile and look up at polnreff who has tears rolling down his cheeks

"do you mean that, mon cheri?"

you nodded, with blush on your face and he pulled you into his arms, never wanting to let go

omggggg I LOVE HIM ITS NOT FAIIIIIR

Old Joseph

this turd thinks everything is about him

you sing a known love song and he's like "is that for meeeeeee~~~~"

no joseph. its not.

he would slide next to you when you're singing and be like "oh, did you write that for me?"

you would just push his face away with a little giggle placing a kiss on his cheek

no, it's not, but you are a pretty fine looking old guy, i must admit

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lake-archive · 5 months

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Were You Ever Going To Tell Me?

AO3 Link - Bungo Stray Dogs Selfship / Yumeship Masterlist

Fandom: Bungo Stray Dogs

Characters: Osamu Dazai, Annette 'Ann' Droste-Hühlshoff (OC)

Pairing: Annzai (Ann/Dazai)

Words: 954

Where was this guy? No, seriously, where the hell was Dazai now? Was he running late or something? Why didn’t he say a word? Ugh, it was always some type of pain to be honest, having to figure out where this guy is. Living in the same space as him was a mistake, or so it felt like sometimes, and yet there was nothing they could do about it. He had insisted. Why?

“Well, your Dad told me to keep an eye on his little girl! And I’ll do just that~ Let’s get along from now on!”

That had been his words to them, literally, but it had been nothing but chaos ever since as well as a lack of organization. Sometimes he wouldn’t even show up for days which got not just the cat in this small space worried but also Ann themself. Yeah, sure, he was a pain in the ass, but the three were still living together. And it has been like this for a good while. So of course they are going to worry! Not to mention the searching going on! And whenever phoning in they would just hear the usual excuse. “ Dazai? He’s going to show up somehow somewhere. Now go to bed! Don’t you have a shift tomorrow? ” Yeah well that was not really assuring Ann! Nor was it Ole!

Ole is the little kitten who had tagged along with Ann when they had left their home. His fur was black for the most part yet white around the belly as well his paws. Though the most outstanding features were his wide, green eyes and his nose with a white dot right on it.

He was not the youngest cat around, but three years was not that old either. He was still very green to the world, always wandering around curiously when going outside, exploring the whole wide world at his paws. Well, unlike a certain someone Ole always came back before it would get dark, wanting to get snuggly inside the four walls. But it was impossible for him when someone was missing. In fact, his ears were always vibrating like crazy, as if fearful that something had happened if only one person was missing. So the so–called ‘words of reassurance’ were not helping at all! They never were!

Not to mention Ann themself had gotten impatient as well. At this rate they were worrying more for Ole’s sake than their own, given the cat has decided to hide under the table to calm down, scared out of his wits.

“If something happened it better be–” They were about to complain in the open and yet were interrupted with a sudden knock from the window. No, scratch that, it was loud bashing which made Ole jump away from the table yet hide beneath one of the shelves in said room. Ann only watched him make an escape out of fear and sighed. Yet they could understand, especially given how loud and sudden this noise was. Plus Ole was a cat, of course he would be sensitive to stuff like that.

“This better be someone I can teach a lesson…” They grumbled, not pleased with this turn of events as they walked over to the window to shut it open in one go. They had not seen who it was due to the curtains being in the way. And thus they were yelling at first: “Alright punk! You got some guts knocking on that thing! How ‘bout I—” And yet they would be shut up the moment they saw who it was… Dangling from a tree, upside down, both legs tied together. And yet, that person had a smile plastered all over, seeming to be rather carefree when interrupting them.

“Haha, Ann! Perfect timing! I knew you’d be home!” A laughter came out of that mouth. “My head hurts! Can you please help me down from here?”

“D… Dazai?” They said, not really surprised but impressed in a very negative sense. They had some many questions to be honest “When did you get here? And more importantly, how did you— Wait nevermind, I don’t want to know how or why actually.”

“Eh!? Why not? Ask ahead~ I’d be happy to—”

“No thanks, pass. I can already imagine what this is about.” All too vivid. They learnt quickly what this man was known for… Much to their dismay. “Doesn’t answer since when you were here.”

“Oh that? Two hours ago I think.” He responded, sounding ever so carefree. But it only made one of their eyelids twitch instead. Oh how they wished to snap his neck at this point but were trying so hard not to.

“T… Two hours?”

He nodded. “Anyway, can you help me down? My head’s really starting to—”

“YOU WERE GOING TO TELL US WHEN!?” They yelled from one moment to the next, perhaps even the neighbors heard it. But Ann certainly did not care. They did not even wait for an answer nor an excuse and instead slammed the window door close. “Stay outside for a little while longer!”

“ Eh!? Don’t be so mean now! Help me! Pretty please!”

“Forget it! You can ro—”

“Won’t little Ole be sad if I don’t come in soon?”

And a moment of silence… That dirty bastard! Playing the cat card! Urgh… The only thing they couldn’t say no to. And thus opened the window shortly after some thinking, even if only peeking out at first. “Ugh, fine. You win. But only for Ole’s sake.”

“Haha, I knew we’d come to an agreement! Now, pretty please?”

“Yes, yes. I’ll get you down there… Urgh…” He would make things easier if he didn’t pull stunts like this though… Idiot.

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cakemousse · 2 years

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next to you

They agreed to remain as friends, but the feelings continue to linger…

Rating: T, Words: 880, Chapters: 1/1

READ on AO3

this is literally just my writing when my brain’s empty and my heart filled with emotion. i really need to get it out, if it doesn’t make sense, im sorry. also i can’t believe my confidence in writing is at an all time low but i still decided to post this. the lovesquare sends me crazy i guess exaltation spoilers ahead

━━━━━━

They both sit on a rooftop, gazing towards the city but also at nothing at all.

Ladybug shifts her eyes towards Chat Noir, her head still facing forward, to see him as still as ever. She slowly turns towards him and raises her hand, moving it to the back of his neck, and she knows that he sees what she’s doing, because he doesn’t jump when her fingers slowly come into contact with his nape.

“What’s gotten you so stiff, Chaton?” scratching his neck lightly, hoping to ease his shoulders.

She feels him leaning slightly into her palm, and if she listens very closely, paying all of her attention to him and only him, she would’ve heard his soft purring at her touch.

Chat Noir directs his attention to her, “Oh I was stiff? Haha, I didn’t notice…”

He visibly arches his back, bringing his hands above his head to stretch his whole body.

And her hand falls from where it was so comfortable being.

“Thank you, my Lady, for always looking out for me.”

She smiles at him, then continues staring into the blank space from before, crossing her arms over her knees and tucking her head into them.

Ladybug is not expecting the breeze that’s flowing through her hair to be as calming as this, and she can’t help but close her eyes at the ease it brings her.

That is until she feels something pushing her bangs out of the way to reveal her eyes.

She blinks, then stares at black gloves before moving her eyes to see his greens.

“What’s gotten you so sad, my Lady?”

Sad?

Well, lots of things, and mainly one. But she doesn’t want him to feel responsible for it, she’ll never do that to him.

Ladybug smiles again, “Sad? Oh no, you must have mistaken it for tiredness, I did sleep later than usual last night, so don’t have to worry your pretty—”

Both of their eyes widened.

“I-I mean… don’t have to worry your head over me. Just need a couple more hours of rest and I’ll be fine!”

“Speaking of which,” Ladybug slowly stands up, “I should go before I look any more tired huh?”

She’s looking up now, Chat Noir has risen to his feet together with her.

Something is lingering behind his eyes too.

Ladybug waves, “see you soon, Chat Noir,” and reaches for her yo-yo, only to feel his hands on hers soon after.

“Ladybug, we’re still friends right?”

Ah.

She drops her hand and grabs his. “Yes, of course! Why wouldn’t we be?”

“You’re not… letting me help you…”

Ladybug bites her lower lips, “Of course I am! You enabled me to know how I truly am feeling! That’s plenty of help—”

“Buguinette.”

If she has any other lingering thoughts to share, they all disappeared when he uttered that nickname.

She lowers her head and releases her hold on his hands, gently running both of her hands up his palm, waiting to see if he’ll move away from her, waiting to see when he’d grab her forearms to ask what the hell she’s doing.

Chat Noir does none of that, instead, he lets her trace her palms to his elbows, and she moves forward, bit by bit, slowly lifting her hands away from his arms, and steadily circles his waist.

Ladybug carefully steps into his embrace, worried he’ll pull back anytime.

Again he remains rooted to the rooftop.

When she’s chest to chest with him, it brings back memories of how tightly he had hugged her a while back.

She looks away from him, blinking, and fails to notice his sudden hitch of breath.

“It’s… complicated…”

Ladybug feels his arms shifting, circling them around her shoulders.

She blinks even more.

Chat Noir tucks his face into the space beside her neck, “I’m always here.”

Ladybug shakes and Chat Noir pulls back, not too far, but just enough to look at her.

“I understand Ladybug, it may be difficult now, but know that I am always here for you.”

She gazes at him, and he gazes back. And slowly, she sees that he’s leaning into her as if he’s so shy to do so.

Ladybug continues looking, and Chat Noir doesn’t stop, until he places a cheek kiss on her.

Her breath gets stuck in her throat before she focuses on him again.

“I—”

She places a hand on his cheek and caresses him while smiling. “Thank you, mon Chaton.”

The smile she shows must be a genuine one, because Chat Noir shares a grin of his own, “Anytime, my Lady.”

Ladybug pulls back, her hand still lingering on his as her other hand reaches for the yo-yo. “I’ll be going, see you soon.”

“Yeah, see you.”

But their hands are still connected.

She shifts her fingers slightly, and so does he, stroking each other’s hands as gently as possible, afraid that too much force would yank them apart.

It’s as if they wanted to hold onto each other a while longer, and she believes that to be the case because she definitely wants to.

But she slowly retracts, and he stops his caress.

She takes a step back, smiles at him, and throws her yo-yo, swinging back to her house, never looking back at him.

#mesfics #miraculous ladybug #fanfic #ladynoir #ladybug #chat noir #ml spoilers #exaltation #exaltation spoilers #longing #yearning #lingering touches #next to you

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astridthevalkyrie · 1 year

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chand ko chakor dekhe, tujkho naseebo wala (the bird looks at the moon, a lucky one looks at you) | hawks x reader | chapter 3

“You’ve died twice? From clocks? “I know you’re not blind to the rocks and debris flying literally everywhere! The world would be better off without you in it!” you scream at the villain. The machine is even louder as it breaks and jams into the ground. “Flying building pieces or something, I don’t know—one hit me yesterday. The first day I got knocked into a wall, and then I woke up hugging my body pillow. Same thing the next day. And the next, and the next. Did my number three pro hero partner save me? No, he let me get stuck in a fucking time loop!” Or, you’ll do a lot of things with infinite time on your hands, but falling in love with Keigo Takami isn’t one of them.

a/n: yello

warnings: afab reader with she/her pronouns, contemplations of suicide (with the understanding that she will reset), nudity, more death and more rudeness lol

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The fight is never long anymore. You use nearfar! airforce! (who the actual shit let you make these names as a teenager) and bring Mr. Clock to his knees while Hawks jams the machine, feather in one hand and strawberry beverage in the other. He ends it so quickly that his red demon children have time to scoop you up, dumping you straight into his arms.

Bridal. Style.

Oh, he’s full of shit.

You hate to admit it. Hate hate hate hate hate to admit it. But maybe Hawks’ idea of a meal isn’t the worst thing in the world. His sugary, pink, fruity-just-like-him-haha drink is somewhat rejuvenating, particularly for a woman who dies everyday (y’know, a real woman, not any of those fake fucks who just go around living all the time).

And the drink mixed with the best fried chicken ever you have to try them nightingale you have to they’re so good is actually one of the best combinations you’ve had in a long time, plus you have all the days ahead of you to completely indulge until you get sick of the taste and jump off a cliff at just the thought.

For someone who’s adjusted to the idea that this little sitch may last forever, you’re handling it well. Eating fried chicken and sipping pinkity drinkities. Today you’d decided to inform Hawks about the lil time loop situation much earlier, pre Clock Moron. He’d brought you to his favorite fried chicken joint immediately, something he’d never done before—you assume it has to do with the early morning.

“He’s tied up and ready to go, fellas!” With a thumbs up in the cops’ direction (accompanied by your middle finger(s), you didn’t forget the time that moron shot you), Hawks speeds off andhe’sthefastestmaninJapanforareasonholyshit. If you hadn’t been in the air since you were a wee cutesy little gremlin, you’d be scared.

Now does this beg the question of why the number three hero is giving you a romantic flight? Yes, maamsirlord, it certainly does.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?” From this angle, his ratty hair looks a little too gorgeous breezing in the wind. “Or are you planning to take me up into the sun and kill me, Icarus?”

“It’d take at least two hundred days to fly into the sun. Do you wanna be in my arms that long, songbird? I’d do it if you weren’t resetting.” Hawks smirks down at you and your stomach does this disgusting fucking flip that it has no business doing.

When he seats you, you relax at the feel of metal, leaning back against the familiar feeling of your favorite bridge. Hawks perches above you, and you both stare out into the bustling city. Pretty sight, for now. Eventually you’ll get sick of it just like you’ll get sick of everything else except maybe possibly potentially your partner (because he’s a person and people don’t remain static even when they’re repeating, right? right?) so you enjoy it while you can.

“I could just…” You look down, sighing. “Turn off aerial and fall. I’ll wake up again tomorrow hugging my body pillow anyways.”

He doesn’t say anything, but in a flash you feel a hand grab your shoulder, pulling you back. You look up, alarmed, as he stares back at you with almost the exact same expression.

“Don’t—”

“I’m not committing, I’m just, thinking about it, I guess.”

“Don’t think about it.” There’s a strange expression on his face, and you come to terms that no matter the day, you never actually see Hawks’ reaction to your corpse since the deaths are almost always immediate. “Just…float up here, yeah?”

You cock your head, but do as he says. “Jeez, birdie, who d’you think you’re talkin’ to? You don’t need to talk me down. I’m just saying maybe it’s better than waiting for it to happen.”

“Sounds pretty suicidal to me.”

“Can you blame me?”

“No.” Once you’re seated on his lap and facing him (shut the fuck up, it’s not the first time it’s happened, colleagues can do this shit with each other ohsorrydidanyonethinkyouwouldFRIENDzonehim? nocolleaguezoningisFARworse) (okay sorry it’s only the second time it’s ever happened and both of you were drunk the first time), the hero pushes your hair away from your face, resting his hand on your forehead. “Just, trust me. I don’t think you should descend into madness yet. What have you tried so far?”

With a sigh, you recount. “Movie, orgasm, charity, prayer, screaming, and a bunch of variations of those.”

“Maybe you need a hobby. Or a goal.” His hand doesn’t move. “Is there anything you really want to do?”

For a second, you think, then your eyes light up. “I could murder all the top pro heroes.”

He snorts. “Jumped to murder a little quick there. And why not murder villains first?”

“I thought about that. But I don’t really know where any of the villains are. Oh, I guess I can murder the clock guy first.”

“Or, you could have fun with this first. Experiment a little.”

“And how do you suggest I do that?”

A pause, then Hawks gives you a boyish grin.

“Wanna make tomorrow me’s life the best one yet?”

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When the beat drops and Hawks flies into the air, you do too, but instead of going right while he goes left, you fly to the top of the store and scream.

At the top of your lungs.

Everyone looks, but no one actually glances for more than a second except Hawks, who is looking at you in bewilderment (you didn’t tell him today, for the hell of it, and also because yesterday-Hawks-you-kinda-miss-him told you it would be way funnier this way).

So to make these bitchass people pay attention to you, you unleash your ultimate move.

Hurricane. Kickass, yeah?

In a second, everyone in the immediate area is flying. In your air. Your wind.

(Apparently there’s some wannabe loser at Shiketsu High who can also do this but you’d like to see if he could. Uh. Die. And stop being a copycat.)

You toss all the kids in the area to the sides THEY’RE FINE RELAX except maybe THAT SEXIST KID who you dropped slightly harder. Once, they’re all out of the view, and the machine is broken, and everyone is actually looking at you in awe—

You take a hold of the dress you’re wearing instead of your uniform, and with a hard tug and full knowledge that you have nothing under it, rip it right off yourself.

Someone screams. That’s dramatic.

Hawks’ feathers all look sharper than normal, and his face is an adorable shade of crimson. “Ah, Nightingale, you…uh…”

Now, you do love to leave him speechless. There’s this tiny little fluttering in your (bare) chest as he stares, mouth opening and closing.

But you don’t feel the same about the cops who arrest you three minutes after that.

Welp.

Murder it is.

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“Hello, Gang Orca.” Flashing a wicked smile just like all your least favorite criminals do, you ascend in front of him, holding out your hands in a grand display of villainy. “I’m here to—”

Before you can even finish the sentence, he’s on top of you, jumping much higher than you anticipated, grabbing your head, and smashing your head into the hard cement.

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“STUPID FUCKING SHARK!” you scream into your pillow, kicking. “DIDN'T EVEN SAY I WAS THERE TO KILL HIM, DOES HE JUST DO THAT TO ANYONE WHO LOOKS AT HIM THE WRONG WAY? THAT HURT, GODDAMMIT, FUCK SHARKS, WE’RE GONNA NEED A BIGGER BOAT, I HATE HIM I HATE HIM I HATE HIM—”

A quick search online shows you that orcas are actually whales.

Whatever. You’ll kill him either way. This time for sure.

#hawks x reader #keigo takami x reader #takami keigo x reader #hawks x you #keigo takami x you #takami keigo x you #my hero academia x reader #keigo x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x you #boku no hero academia x you #ckc fic #valkyrie stories

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italiantea · 1 year

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tagged by @hua-fei-hua, 15 questions for 15 mutuals

1. are you named after anyone

yes, i was named after my brother, on account of him being born earlier :p

ok no, i share the same generational name character with my brother but i wasn't named after anyone

2. when was the last time you cried?

like last week graduation day bro you know how it is

3. do you have kids?

idk what those are

4. do you use sarcasm a lot?

like a decent amount ig. but I'd say my sense of humor is mostly recounting funny situations/Being Silly/puns (the sheer unbridled pun power of the chinese language... incredible)

5. what sports do you play/have played?

haha all the sports i partake in don't use the verb 'play' (im dogshit at ball games)

track and field in elementary/middle school (short distance running and long jump mostly) and parkour starting in uni. oh and i also did ballet till like age 12, to everyone's surprise ←now i literally just look like Some Dude and also have terrible coordination and absolutely no grace✌️

6. what's the first thing you notice about people?

hair, if they have glasses, shirt color. I'm pretty faceblind as well but in high school I used to memorize unfamiliar people by their shoes and that worked pretty well. i could spot Neon Pink Shoes senpai coming from a mile away

7. eye color?

⚫⚫

8. scary movies or happy endings?

no preference as long as it's well written. also this is the strangest non-mutually exclusive way of classifying stories I've ever seen

9. any special talents?

i can hold like a really fucked up looking pose on parallel bars on account of my Freakishly Long Neck. can pull all nighters all the time and not get dark undereye circles. double jointed thumbs? Good At Jumping compared to the average person in my demographic. tentatively trilingual. Oh and i wouldnt say I'm particularly talented at drawing but i can say for sure i can draw a mean picture in powerpoint shapes with a trackpad. don't ask me why

10. where were you born?

also in a hospital in einem ✨Krankenhaus✨ yeah that seems fitting

11. what are your hobbies?

digital art, parkour, and more recently novel and lyric translation. anime and manga but i dont keep up with that many series these days tbh. dabble in guitar/piano/music composition once in a blue moon and yes I'm very bad at all of them :D

12. do you have any pets?

none of my own but there's like 15 dogs on campus and we (dog club) are constantly tripping over ourselves to keep them in check. they're very stupid <3

here, have a picture

13. how tall are you?

been 166.7 cm since i was 15

14. favorite subject in school?

used to be physics in high school ig. at least the part about classical mechanics. never been a fan of electromagnetics🤢 in uni... idk, neurobiology was fun? and coding. i dont think most engineering students 'like' their core subjects haha

15. dream job?

*sweats* alrighty everyone that concludes this tag meme have a great night!

i definitely do not have 15 mutuals so anyone who wants 2 do it just go right ahead. if you're in an oversharing mood today.

#the ho rambles #i haven't seen these things for years i don't remember if I have a tag for this #thanks for the tag mutual😘

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the-very-awesome-prussia · 9 months

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Nyotalia Shenanigans

"Listen to me! You should be worshiping me for just being here but you sit on your ass and sleep!? How dare you!"

Prussia opened his right eye to see a silver haired lady straddling him on the bed. Like literally she was standing on his bed.

"And who are you again?" He asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you stupid? Or are you just an asshole? I'm the one, the only, Prussia of course!" She stated, striking a couple of poses as she spoke.

Prussia chuckled into his fist, "you're not the only one if I'm right here!"

"Well this is going to get annoying isn't it…" She scratched her head.

"Why don't I call you Prussia 2? Since you are the second gender after all-" he snickered.

"Gender politics are unnecessary, and I say otherwise. You should be Prussia 2 because I had to come to your lame bedroom instead of my, gorgeous beautiful awesome never seen before, bedroom!"

"It's been seen before, just not by me, lol."

"Shut up! Who gave you the right to make fun of me!? The awesomest girl in the world!" She pointed a finger at his face.

"You're standing on my bed, that gave me the right."

She quickly jumped off, pouting to her heart's content. "You're truly the worst, you know that?" She sat on the side of the bed, crossing her arms.

"I'm you, dumbass. If I was truly the worst then aren't you as well?"

"It doesn't matter! Anyways I have something to show you.~ Something you definitely don't have," she held out her hand and magically a very pretty lady appeared.

"This is my girlfriend, you probably don't have a partner, you kinda look like a virgin loser," she snickered.

"I am not a loser! I- I have a boyfriend!"

"Oh. We're not so ahead of your timeline now I see. Sad, and I thought you were gonna stay single forever, boo hoo," she pretended to cry.

"This feels unnecessary," the very pretty lady deadpanned.

"You're unnecessary!" She huffed.

"Wait a sec," Prussia sat up a bit, "didn't you have longer hair the last time I saw you?" He asked, pointing to her hair.

The pretty lady puffed her hair, "hm, I guess so," she smiled with malintent, "do you like it, pretty boy?"

"Ah- uhmmmm," he exploded again.

"Stop flirting with the boy version with me! I know you're bisexual but come on!" She huffed, trying to shoo her away.

She chuckled, "come on, what's the harm in a little fun?"

"I know you have standards! And he's under them!! Look at him, who would want to date him!?"

On cue, his boyfriend came in, "Prussia I can't find the- what the hell."

"I can explain. Wait no I can't."

"Hey male version of Austria, do you think I'm sexy?" Fem Prussia did a little wink at him.

"No," he stated bluntly as he walked over to the rest of them.

"Haha, loser!" Prussia laughed at his own expense technically.

"You're not sexy either, Prussia."

He pouted, "how rude! I am so awesome and cool and epic and- and you still don't call me sexy!?"

"I like you for you Prussia, not for what you think you are," he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Hey boy toy-" fem Prussia grabbed Austria and forced him by her side, "don't you think my girlfriend is sexy!?"

He took a glance at her and it felt like he was looking in a really fucked up mirror, "she looks exactly like me but girl, I can't really say anything or it'll be selfcest."

"BORING!" She tossed him aside, "I think she's sexy and beautiful and the best girlfriend I could ever have," she hugged her arm.

Fem Austria chuckled, "thanks sweetie."

"WHEN DO WE GET TO USE PETNAMES AUSTRIA!?" Prussia yelled.

"When I die."

"I can't believe he hates me like this!"

"Anyways, and here's my beautiful sister!" She snapped her fingers and fem Germany from the smoke.

"Why did you bring me here this time," she crossed her arms.

"Just to be seen!" She smiled.

"I was in the middle of a different dream, now he's gonna wake up…"

"Dream?" Prussia asked.

"Yeah, and you're probably gonna wake up soon, no lucid dreaming for you bitch!"

Just as expected, he woke up to Austria shaking him, "WHO WERE YOU DREAMING ABOUT."

"Huh!?"

"YOU WERE CALLING SOMEONE SEXY, WHO WAS IT!?"

"It was just the girl version of you, relax."

He let go, awkwardly looking away, "oh. That's awkward."

"Yeah, obviously."

"So anyways…"

#hetalia #hetalia prussia #aph prussia #hetalia austria #aph austria #hetalia germany #aph germany #nyotalia #nyo austria #nyo prussia #nyo germany #gay pride #Prussia Lives Life

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msmelodyblade · 1 year

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Harveston Character Summon: SR Toni Fitzherbert

Summoning Line: “Man, it’s super cold…you sure this outfit is going to keep me warm enough?”

Set to Home Screen: “I didn’t think I’d explore more of Twisted Wonderland, haha.”

Home Transition 1: “Man, Epel’s hometown is so small. It’s kind of reassuring.”

Home Transition 2: “Grim, please stop running out of my sight.”

Home Transition 3: “Never thought I’d compliment Sebek, but he looks nice in the large sweater.”

Home, after login: “It’s so country like here. I could get used to this kind of fun. Ace and Deuce are missing out.”

Home Transition/Groovification: “I can’t wait to change out of this heavy sweater-like dress. Vil made me wear it, but I have no idea why it’s red.”

Tap 1: “I’m trying to get as many pictures of this place as I can. I prefer this over Ramshakle Dorm.”

Tap 2: “Hey, do you want some hot chocolate? It’s getting a bit colder outside.”

Tap 3: “I’ve never seen Idia so outgoing with stuff like this. It’s definitely a weird experience. What? No, I’m not trying to be mean!”

Tap 4: “Epel’s grandmother scared me at first, but she’s a wonderful woman and a pretty cool mage. I can see where Epel gets his looks from.”

Tap 5: “Can you stop poking me so much? The cold is annoying enough along with Sebek’s yelling and Jade constantly invading my personal space. I really don’t need you adding onto that annoyance.”

Tap Home/Groovification: “This is gonna be one of the best times of my life! Time to get out and explore the world! Do you think Jamil would ever let me join him if he decides to take his vacation, or do you think I’d annoy him too much? Haha!”

Groovification: “I’m so glad Epel’s grandmother gave me this dress! It’s the only one I’ll truly treasure!”

SR Vignette: You’re Beautiful No Matter Your Age (Part 1)

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Epel: “Hey Toni! How’re ya doin’ so far? Ah know this is outta yer comfort zone.”

Toni: “Oh, don’t worry about me Epel! I’m kinda just wandering about.”

Jade: *approaches the two from behind* “There you are, Toni.”

Toni: *jumps from the sudden voice behind her* “Geez Jade! Don’t just come up from behind me like that!”

Jade: *chuckles* “My apologies.”

Toni: *shakes her head and sighs* “I think I’ll be just fine, Epel. There’s enough of us to make sure I don’t have to feel too out of place.”

Epel: *he gives a small smile* “If yer sure about that. Oh, ah almost forgot that my meemaw wanted ta talk ta ya.”

Toni: “Your grandma wants to talk to me? Why? Did she tell you?”

Epel: *shakes his head* “Nah, Ah’ve got no info fer ya. Sorry about that.”

Toni: “That’s fine. I’ll go find her, I guess.”

Jade: “I think she’s back at the cottage.”

Toni: “Thanks Jade. I’ll see you guys soon!” *she runs off with Grim running after her*

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Grandma Felmier: “Ah, there you are, dear.”

Toni: “Hi Mrs. Felmier! Epel said you wanted to talk to me?”

Grim: “Can we hurry this meeting up? I wanna go back outside so we can go sledding and stuff!”

Grandma Felmier: “Oh hush you, impatient monster. If you wanted to continue with activities, you should’ve stayed with the others.”

Toni: *giggling a bit* “She’s got you there, Grim.”

Grim: *pouts* “But you’ll yell at me because I’m not in your sight!”

Toni: *smiles and crouches down a bit* “Go ahead. Just stay with either Epel, Jade, Sebek, or Idia. I’ll feel better knowing you’re with one of them.”

Grim: “Perfect, my loyal hench-human! I’ll see you later!” *Grim runs out of the scene*

Toni: *sighs and stands up, brushing out her sweater dress* “Sorry about him, Mrs. Felmier.”

Grandma Felmier: “Perfectly fine, dear. I just don’t understand how you put up with him.”

Toni: *laughs* “He is quite the handful, but he means well.”

Grandma Felmier: “You’re young. How come you don’t have a significant other yet?”

Toni: *blushes furiously and laughs nervously* “Uh...I guess I just haven’t really found the right guy for me yet!”

Grandma Felmier: “I’m sure you will soon. I worried for a short while if I’d ever find my husband, but I’m grateful that I was patient and found him one day.”

Toni: “I bet he believed, and still believes, that you were the most wonderful woman in the world.”

Grandma Felmier: “You flatter me, dear. Though, I’m getting older now. I doubt he sees me as the young a beautiful woman he first met.”

Toni: “...What?”

Grandma Felmier: *walks over to a chest nearby and crouches down next to it, opening it and pulling out the picture of when she was young* “I’m sure you remember when I showed this to your group. This is what my husband used to see. I’m sure he sees the old wrinkly woman of myself now.”

Toni: *reaches out and gentle takes the picture into her hands, looking at it closely before looking up at Grandma Felmier* “You’re still beautiful.”

To Be Continued...

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SR Vignette: You’re Beautiful No Matter Your Age (Part 2)

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Toni: “You’re still beautiful.”

Grandma Felmier: “What?” *lets out a small laugh of disbelief* “Are you making fun of me?”

Toni: “Not at all. Can you follow me over to the mirror?”

*The two walk over to the mirror*

Toni: “You want to know what I see?”

Toni: “I see an amazing, strong, proud, wonderful woman who has seen how the world works.”

Toni: “I see a wonderful grandmother who loves her children and grandchildren very much.”

Toni: “I see a very dedicated and mature wife for a just as wonderful husband.”

Grandma Felmier: “Dear...”

Toni: “I’m not done.”

Toni: “To me, it doesn’t matter how long you live or what your looks are like.”

Toni: “What matters is that even if you feel you are not beautiful, you are. You may not see your true beauty, but everyone else does.”

Toni: “This picture you let us see is you when you were young, yes. But you don’t have to be young to be beautiful.”

Grandma Felmier: “That’s easy for you to say at your young age, dear.”

Toni: “That may be true, but I also know how to look for someone’s internal beauty.”

Toni: “A friend of mine back on campus has a delinquent past, but he’s working hard to change that.”

Toni: “No matter someone’s past. There will always be internal beauty. Even for those who can be the cruelest person in the world.”

Grandma Felmier: “I want to know who raised you.”

Toni: “What? Why?”

Grandma Felmier: “Because they are clearly raising you correctly.”

Toni: *nervous laughter* “I don’t know about that. I think my mother would more be upset that I had left home without her permission.”

Grandma Felmier: “You were suddenly transported here by accident, correct?”

Toni: “How did you-”

Grandma Felmier: “Epel tells me about his school life whenever he and I chat.”

Grandma Felmier: “Either way, your mother shouldn’t fault you for something completely out of your control.”

Toni: “...”

Grandma Felmier: “You’re looking at the picture again. Why?”

Toni: “I’m just admiring the dress your wearing. It’s so vintage and pretty.”

Grandma Felmier: “Hold on, dear.”

*Grandma Felmier steps away as Toni continues to stare at the picture, lost in thought. The older woman soon returns with a large bag in her arms*

Grandma Felmier: “Here.”

Toni: *looks at her with a confused expression* “What is this?”

Grandma Felmier: “A gift for being a nice girl to an old woman like me.”

Toni: *takes the bag into her hands and unzips it before gasping* “This-!”

Grandma Felmier: “That’s correct. That is my dress from the picture you are holding.”

Toni: “No, I can’t possibly take this from you!”

Grandma Felmier: “I implore you take it. It’s merely collecting dust now, and it deserves a more loving and caring home.”

Grandma Felmier: “I know you’ll take good care of it.”

*The two hug before Toni re-seals the bag*

Toni: “I absolutely will. In fact, I’ll wear it sometime before we leave.”

Grandma Felmier: “I’d love to see it!”

*The two laugh before exiting the cottage together, enjoying a new topic of conversation*

The End.

#twisted wonderland #twst self insert #twst harveston #twst mc #Twst sr card stuff #this took so long #i am having too much fun with this #epel felmier #jade leech #grandma felmier

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onewingedsparrow · 2 years

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For the fanfic writer emoji ask: 🥺, 🛒, 🦅, 💔

Hey Nova! :D 🥺= Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels? Whenever I write Optimus Prime and / or Elita One being tender with baby Bumblebee. So much fluff. 💗 Also, when the Hero of Time is allowed to cry and someone gives him a hug or much needed words of encouragement. 🛒= What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc. Well, my favorite tag is apparently "Angst with Emotional Hurt / Comfort," lol. I love writing angst, but only if the struggle isn't for nothing—there's always hope, always some light at the end of the tunnel, even if things don’t turn out the way you expected. I also really like including the sky in fics apparently? I seem to subconsciously use sky imagery often to set the mood / represent the situation / represent an absent character, whether that's with the moon, the sun, stars, clouds, etc. 🦅= Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants? I do both, but first and foremost I fly by the seat of my pants! Whee! If I plan too much ahead of time, it actually stifles my creativity and stops me from writing the actual story. So I jump into things headfirst, and let the ideas take me wherever they want to go. Once a story has about 20,000 words, that's when I start to sense an underlying structure is forming by itself. At that point I reread the whole thing and start breaking it into chapters, which helps me plan for the rest of the fic. (i.e. Oh, this scene would be a nice transition between these two parts, I should write that next.) For shorter fics...most of the time I really have no idea where I'm going. :) I just start, and see where I end up. My characters often surprise me by doing things I don't expect, which is super fun. Oh, and related to this, I don't write chapters in order haha. I jump all over the place! That's why I can't ever post a long, plot-heavy fic chapter-by-chapter until the whole thing is finished. 💔= Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart? YES. Let's see...most of them aren't yet posted. Of the ones that are, "Ever With Me" hurts a lot but in a good way. "Promise" makes me sad too. Un-posted culprits include 1) a fanciful, storybook-feel Skyward Sword WIP about Hylia and the First Hero, 2) a RiD canon-divergent WIP about Soundwave trying to get out of the Shadowzone, 3) another canon-divergent RiD fic where Steeljaw does something absolutely terrible, and...hmm... 4) a mid-OoT story where Zelda wants nothing more than to see Link again after the separation of seven years. Thanks for the ask! ✨

#nova tag #asks answered

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warriorsofsplatsville · 2 years

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Alterna, Part 6

The buildings that made up the Happiness Research Labs protruded through the waters of Alterna jaggedly, evidently the island that suffered the most after what happened to the humans.

Mirage and friends had to rely on the grind rails that connected the buildings together to get around to the kettles. To try and cut down on time, Gravitational Pull decided to enter kettles themselves to collect more eggs for Buddy.

Meanwhile, Vulture managed to break and enter into one of the sunken skyscrapers to look inside for any more information of the last humans of Alterna. He interestingly came across some documents regarding the nature of the psychic crystals and the rocket fuel used, as well as exact chemical formulas for said fuel. Very intriguing to the professor.

Mirage made their way to the tallest tower in the area, and looked around for a kettle. They instead find a person there.

“Grandma, look at this place, you’ve missed a lot...” She gasped.

“...Minu?”

As if she expected it, she spun around on her heel to look at them. “If it isn’t Royal Mirage. Glad you figured it out.”

“How do you know about that - how did you know about any of this?! Minu, you’ve just been one big mystery after the next. Who are you?”

“I already told you. Minu Castella, granddaughter of the greatest Turf War player, Emmy Castella.”

“Emmy...why is that name familiar?”

They remembered broadcasts that they watched in the diners during long nights. A Turf War player from Inkopolis by the name of Emmy took the world by storm for a bit, being unstoppable.

“Emmy...? But isn’t she....young? Too young to have a grandkid, for sure.”

“In this time she is. But in the future, she had a big family, and a granddaughter by the name of Minu.”

“But that would mean...”

“That I’m a time traveler. Yeah, I am. Congrats, Squidlock, you finally figured it out.”

“But how....and why-”

“It’s better not to ask any questions. I can’t exactly tell you what’s to come either. Space-Time Continuum stuff and all that. But I can help you along the way. Just promise not to tell anyone else here! Got it?! Pinky promise!?”

“Erm- uh, yeah.” There wasn’t much room to argue if she was lying or not, not that they thought she was, but regardless... “Yeah, I won’t tell anyone, Minu.”

“Good. I’m holding you to that. I can’t exactly fix this mistake since my time machine is broken, so it’s important that you don’t screw up.”

“Wait, wh-”

“ANYWAY. Are you ready to investigate the final signal? I’ll help you out.”

“Wait, you know where it is.”

She raised an eyebrow, and pointed ahead of them. “It’s literally right there. I can leave you to do it by yourself, if you REALLY want.”

“No, no, I welcome the help.” They sighed. Why was this all so complicated?

“Get ready.” She told them before jumping into the big kettle.

They just shrugged before joining her.

It was yet another massive arena. There seemed to be four giant banners hanging from the ceiling. Nothing too special in particular....

“WARNING: NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL BEYOND THIS POINT. WARNING: NO-” The speaker was cut off by Minu smashing it at full force, scaring Mirage a little.

“Sorry. I don’t like being told what to do. Gets on my nerves.”

“Remind me to never boss you around in Turf Wars ever again...” They mumbled.

She ran ahead and superjumped to the platform below, Mirage scrambling to follow her.

The banners hanging up swiveled around, revealing a sigil of some sort. Then, a giant manta ray jumps down from above, just like Frye and Shiver once did.

“Ay! (Oh! Hello!)” Big Man chirped. “Ay...ay ay ay. (Hm...you must be here for the treasure. W-Well....that’s a funny situation, haha...)”

“Let’s just beat you up already and get this over with.” Minu grunted, pulling out her Dualies and flipping them around on her finger.

“Ay?! (What?! Why?! I don’t even wanna fight you guys...)”

“Hey Minu. He doesn’t even want to fight. Let’s just leave it be-”

“Ay... (Well....I mean, Shiver and Frye will probably get REALLY mad at me if I don’t stop you from getting the treasure, so.....I will have to fight!)”

“...Of course.” Mirage grumbled.

“Ay! AY! (I hope you’re ready for the ancient technique of the Manta Clan!!)”

Covering himself in a green ink, he dove into the ground, and a giant silhouette of a manta ray appeared on the ground. He began to swim around.

Minu immediately rushed forward and starting shooting at the silhouette. and it split into half, and those halves split into half, and so on.

“Don’t just stand there like an idiot!”

“Right.” They shook their head and began to shoot at the other ones, splitting them as well. “Why does this feel like a reference to something....”

When Mirage defeated one of the shadows, it threw a bomb at them, causing them to dodge at the last minute. “YIKES! What the-?!”

“Be careful, he’s got more.” She shouted at them, narrowly swimming away from an Ink Strike from defeating another one.

“AN INK STRIKE??”

The two keep defeating the illusions, until there were only two remaining.”

“Go!!” Minu exclaimed.

They both shot the shadows at the same time, and while an explosion happened on Minu’s end, Mirage revealed Big Man, leaving him flopping on the floor.

“Ay! Ay! Ay ayayayayay! (Alright, alright, you win! You can have the treasure. I would say this isn’t the last you’ll see of Deep Cut, but I’m the last member so...uh.....enjoy your treasure?)”

He pulled out a smoke bomb and threw it at his feet, but it got stuck in the ink and didn’t do anything. He gave it a hard kick and it went off, sending the manta ray flying through the air.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! (AAAAAAAAAAAHH!!!)”

“Sorry...” Mirage called after him.

The banners swiveled back to their original pattern, and the walking platform appeared. Mirage grimaced. No sign of Cuttlefish or their mother...things were looking bleak.

“Look. That’s the final treasure.” Minu walked ahead pointing at it. “It’s an engine.”

“An engine....I’m starting to feel like this isn’t treasure at all.”

“It is. You’ll see. Let’s get it out of here.”

Mirage, though doing most of the heavy lifting, helped Minu get the treasure out of the arena, still upset over not finding the two missing squids. If they weren’t here, where did they go?

When they left, Plat and Sandy rode on the grind rail to the two, panicking. “There you are Mirage! Oh hey Minu- Minu!” Plat looked at the small Inktoling.

“Never mind me. What?” she snarked.

“M-Major news! Home base just phoned in, they said that there’s one more signal!! It’s coming from the rocket!!”

“The rocket? That MUST be where they’re being kept!” Mirage exclaimed.

“Yeah! Everyone else is on their way back to Future Utopia, we’ll help you bring your new treasure back with us! Come on, no time to lose!!”

“Right!!”

#//ic #//mirage #//sandy #//plat #//minu #//Gravitational Pull #//vulture #//big man #//deep cut #//story #//spoilers #//splatoon 3 spoilers #NEXT CHAPTER IS THE LAST ONE PROMISE //CRYING

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