#she's literally four feet six inches

[torisaysyeet]

So my DnD has this couple, right... 👉👈

#dnd #rwby dnd #rwby oc #rwby #ship dynamic #love my smol gremlin #she's literally four feet six inches #her girlfriend is over 6 feet tall #Dublin (the short one) is also quite feisty now #tired of takin people's bs #dublin araminte #dublin araminte rwby #that one rwby dnd

[puckbunnyera]

Second Chance | Arber Xhekaj

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genre: angst, fluff at the end

word count: 1.9k

warnings: none

notes: started this a couple of weeks ago and i've finally finished it. the part that took the longest was deciding which hockey player i wanted to use for it.

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Coming to the game was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment the word yes slipped from my lips, but when Mayah, the bubbly girl that sits next to me in my psychology lecture, asked if I would attend the game between the Montreal Canadiens and Toronto Maple Leafs with her after her friend bailed, I couldn't find it in me to turn her down.

In the day leading up to the game, I convinced myself that everything would be fine. That he wouldn't even know I was there. I'm not quite sure if I jinxed myself or if Karma was playing some cruel joke on me, but the second we made it to our seats, right there in the front row behind the Canadiens bench, I decided it was some sick and twisted combination of the two. Regret began to make itself right at home in my head the second we settled into our seats.

As the two teams make their way out onto the ice to head to their respective benches, the crowd goes wild. The arena fills with the sound of thousands of fans cheering and yelling. However, the sound of my own rapidly beating heart floods my eardrums, replacing the loud screams of the fans, as my eyes drift to him and our gazes interlock.

Arber Xhekaj, defenceman for the Montreal Canadiens of the National Hockey League, known to me as my ex-boyfriend, is staring right at me and there was nowhere I can go to hide.

Once upon a time, he was a man that meant everything to me. He was my whole world. We spent a little over two years in a relationship together, happy and in love. Things were perfect between us, until they weren't. What started as small, petty disagreements that happened here and there became full-on arguments that occurred almost every day. While I was putting in the effort to fix things, he was shutting me out. I pinned all of it on stress and the lack of time we got to spend with each other because of his work and my schooling. I tried to wait it out in hopes that things would return to normal, but eventually, I couldn't do it anymore. I didn't see the point in fighting for us if he wasn't willing to do the same. I've spent the past few months trying to move on and forget about him, and I thought I was doing pretty well. That all came crashing down the moment he noticed me. I suddenly became painfully aware that I was still hopelessly in love with him.

The insistent tapping on my arm is what finally pulls me from our impromptu staring contest. When I turn to my left, Mayah is buzzing with excitement.

"Oh my god! Arber Xhekaj is literally staring at you." She squeals. "How are you not freaking out right now? He is six feet and four inches of muscle and manliness. I would climb him like a fucking tree if given the opportunity."

The ending comment causes a pang of jealousy to flare up inside of me. I push it away as quickly as it appears though. I have no right to feel that way anymore, as we are no longer together. It's a feeling that I don't want to feel again, at least not when he is concerned.

Not able to come up with a response, I shrug my shoulders to express a feeling of indifference and turn to face forward as the announcer's voice floods the arena.

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Despite the Habs loss to the Maple Leafs, my body is still filled with adrenaline and excitement as I walk out of the arena with Mayah. I had forgotten how much I loved hockey. It was how I met Arber. When things ended between us, I forgot how much I enjoyed watching the game as I tried my hardest to forget him.

"Thanks for coming with me."

"Thanks for inviting me." I respond. "I think that's the most exciting thing I've experienced in a while."

"Anytime." She smiles. "My Uber is here but I'll see you in class on Monday?"

"Yeah, see you Monday." I wave her off as she climbs into the car waiting for her by the curb.

As I wait for my own ride to arrive, I feel my phone buzz in my hand, alerting me of a text.

From Unknown Number: Hey. Can we talk?

Despite there being no name on the contact, I knew exactly who it was from. I'm about to turn my screen off to ignore it when another message comes through.

From Unknown Number: I know you're seeing this.

From Unknown Number: Please

From Unknown Number: I just want to talk.

All it takes is for that fourth and final message to come through for me to make my decision. I type out a short reply just as my Uber arrives.

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A couple of hours later, here I am, standing in front of his apartment door. I'm a ball of nerves as I raise my hand to knock on the door. It only takes two knocks for the door to go swinging open and I suddenly find myself standing face-to-face with the man I swore I would never see again.

"Hey." He greets, voice still as deep and mesmerizing as I remember. "Come in."

I give him a tight-lipped smile as I step past him into the apartment I once considered a second home. He closes the door without a word and then leads me into the living room.

"Do you want some water?" He asks as I take a seat on the couch.

"No, thank you." I reply, trying to keep my voice steady in hopes that I can conceal the emotions that are beginning to rise to the surface. "What did you want to talk about? It's late and I can't stay long."

"I-" He begins before quickly cutting himself off, taking a seat on the sofa opposite of me. He sighs heavily and then tries again. "I miss you."

I freeze instantly at the words that leave his mouth. A mixture of shock and anger forms in my chest. "Arber-"

"These past few months have been hell." He continues. "I know you probably don't believe me, but I'm telling the truth."

"I can't do this." My voice wobbles as I speak, tears welling up in my eyes. I stand up, making a move towards the door. "I...I need to leave. I shouldn't have come here."

"Why?" Frustration is evident in his tone as he quickly follows my movements, grasping my hand to stop me from walking any further. "Why can't you just stay and talk to me?"

"Because if I stay, I might do something stupid." I shake my head, trying to clear the racing thoughts that have taken over. "Like..." My voice trails off, not able to finish the sentence as I attempt to get my emotions under control.

"Like what?" He interrupts, inching closer to me.

"Forgive you," I answer, looking him in the eyes for the first time since I arrived. "Because God knows you don't deserve my forgiveness. Not this easily."

"You're right. I don't deserve it," He nods. "But I want it anyway, because I'm selfish and cruel, right?" He punctuates his question with an audible scoff. Throwing my own words from our last argument at me.

"Don't say that like I'm the bad guy." I bite back. "You were the one that pushed me away like I was nothing when I was the only one there for you." My words are bitter. "I've tried so hard to make myself hate you for the way you made me feel. I tried so fucking hard. Instead, I ended up hating myself for failing so miserably. Despite my efforts, I still fucking love you. And it hurts."

My chest is tight and I'm breathing heavily as I fight back the sob that threatens to leave me. His hand grips mine tighter as he opens his mouth to speak.

"I can't tell you how sorry I am. I know I fucked up. Treating you like that and letting you walk out that door were two of the biggest mistakes I've ever made in my life." He confesses. "I want you. No, scratch that. I fucking need you. And I'll spend every day for the rest of our lives making up for what I did if that's what it takes."

"I waited for you." I whisper as the dam behind my eyes finally breaks, tears cascading down my cheeks. "For two months, I waited for something to change. For you to change."

"I know." His hands lift to caress my face, thumbs gently brushing away my tears. "And I promise I'll never make you feel like that again. I won't take your love for granted ever again."

"I thought you were falling out of love with me and I couldn't take it anymore."

"Never did I stop loving you." He shook his head, a deep frown etched on his face.

"Then what happened?"

"I was scared. You were getting busier with school and I was beginning to travel more. The longer we spent apart the more I began to question the stability of our relationship. I was afraid that, because of my busy schedule and how often I have to travel for the majority of the year, I wouldn't be able to be the type of boyfriend that you need. That you deserve. I convinced myself that it was only a matter of time before you realized that and as a result, I subconsciously began to push you away."

"You could have just talked to me." I sigh. "We could have figured it out."

"I know." He nods. "I wish I could take it back. I really do. If you would just give me a second chance, I'll do better."

"Promise?"

"Yes. I promise."

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"I'll give you another chance, but if you fuck it up, we're over for good."

"I won't." He shakes his head, hands moving to my waist to pull me into him. "You have my word."

"Good." I smile softly, laying my head on his chest.

The room falls silent as we stand in each other's embrace, taking in the moment. After a few minutes, it's Arber that makes the first move to separate us, but only enough to be able to see my face. He stares silently, lips parted as if he wants to say something.

"What?" I question, noticing his hesitation.

"Can I kiss you?" His right hand moves up to rest on my cheek, angling my head up a little more. It takes less than a second for me to respond.

"Please do."

His lips brush mine softly at first, a brief peck to test the waters. He pulls back slightly to examine my face. I'm not quite sure what he is looking for, but whatever he does or doesn't find has him leaning back in. This kiss is deeper, hungrier, more desperate. We stay like this for a while. Melting into each other. Once the lack of oxygen becomes too much, we finally part. Our foreheads remain pressed together, our eyes still closed as we try to catch out breaths.

"I really fucking missed you." He whispers, our lips brushing with every word he speaks.

"I missed you too." I smile against his lips.

"Stay."

"What?" I pull back slightly and open my eyes to look at him.

"Stay." He repeats. "Stay the night with me. It's late anyways. I don't want you going back on your own. So stay."

I take a few seconds to think it over before I respond, nodding my head. "Okay."

Smiling, he steps out of our embrace and intertwines his fingers with mine, pulling me behind him as he begins to make his way down the familiar path to his bedroom.

#arber xhekaj #arber xhekaj imagine #arber xhekaj x reader #ax72 #arber xhekaj fluff #arber xhekaj angst #arber xhekaj fic #arber xhekaj fanfiction #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic

[gtsdreamer2]

"No. He's better than that. He never makes bad decisions. He always chooses the light. You should know that by now, squirt." Your angel quickly snatched up the beelzebug-sized demon and cupped her in a cage with their hands before shaking her around like a rock in a rattle.

When you were young, you'd always had the pair of them with you. When you were little, so were they. They would sit on your shoulder and try to guide you through your choices. As your parents taught you right from wrong, you always began to listen to the angel, Percy rather than the devil, Delphine. Over time, as you grew up, the Percy seemed to grow with you while the Delphine stayed small and wasted away. Where the angel became robust and strong, the devil seemed to wither. She lost her lustrous red sheen which was replaced by a rusty brown, which was fitting for her small stature that was akin to a cockroach. Her two horns protruding from her head resembled antennae, and her once majestic wings had shriveled to tiny little nubs on her back. Now at twenty-eight, you stood full grown at six foot one. Percy stood a little taller at about six foot four. Meanwhile, the diminutive devil was a meager couple inches tall. As you matured, you could no longer see them and chalked them up to being imaginary friends, and their suggestions filtered through yoir subconscious. As they bickered back and forth with one literally in the other's clutches, your friend tried again to convince you to go out drinking after your long workday to the casino.

"Come on man, you never go out with us. Just a couple drinks. To blow off steam." He was nudging you now and practicality begging. While your guardian angel was busy picking on the she-devil, you decided for yourself that a couple drinks couldn't hurt. Hell, you earned it.

"Ya, why not. Let's do it!" As you were psyching yourself up for a well-deserved night out, the two shoulder guardians behind you fell silent.

"Wait what? You don't need to-" the angel started before he felt an outward pressure against his closed hands. From them erupted the she-demon, puzzling the angel as she doubled in size. "What in the lord's name are you doing?" He gestured to you, but you had already dismissed them in your mind as you began to get ready for your evening out.

"Fuck ya!" The devil shouted from the palm of the angel's hand. She was still only a little bigger than a bug, but she was just happy to be bigger. "That's a win for the little guys! Hell, we haven't had a win since...what, he was like...eight? Lemme see." From thin air, she summoned an iPad that was perfectly tailored to her size. On it was the e-book version of 'The Book of You', which was a cataloging of your whole life and all of your choices up until this point. "Man, there's a lot of do-gooding in here." She lamented.

"Well," interjected the angel, "I would like to say that I've been doing a pretty good job of guiding him on his path ever since he's been able to think for himself."

"Put a lid on it, Halo-top, I have a feeling that the scales are about to tip in my favor. I didn't even have to try to guide him on this one, it was like I had that guy wingmaning for me. What's his name? Benny. Ok, I like Benny. Let's see where this night goes."

As the night wore on, your choices seemed to continue from bad to worse. The couple of drinks turned to five or six before you knew it. The guilt of drinking was weighing on you, but your friends, mainly Benny, were peer pressuring you into continuing. With each additional beer, your shoulder demon was increasing in size.

"That's right, down the hatch. Good boy." Delphine was now two and a half feet in height. This was by no means big, but she was beyond elated that she had stolen this size back from Percy, and at some point was forced to climb down from your shoulder. She stood by your angel, who was now hovering around the four foot mark, a stature that he had not had the misfortune of standing at for several years at least.

"It feels so good to be getting bigger! I can't believe you've hoarded this feeling all to yourself for so long! You need to learn to share. Gluttony is a sin, you know?" Color had started to return to Delphine at this point. Her wings had begun to grow back in, and her body was filling out and plumping up in all the right places as she was being fed by a continuous stream of Percy's life force. She was overjoyed to play with her new assets in front of the angel, who tried to look away in disgust. "Wait hang on, he just blew through the last of his cash with that bet. Let's see what he does."

As your pockets were emptied and your head was swimming with alcohol. You were finally thinking about calling it quits until Benny threw his arm around you. "Come on man, you can't end the night on a loss, go pull some more money out and let's keep going!" That idea was sounding pretty good to you. You had plenty in your savings for your dream home. It couldn't hurt to delay that dream a little bit when everyone was having such a good time.

"Now hold on-!" Your angel started before your demon clamped her clawed hand over his mouth.

"Let him cook!" She whispered in his ear. "Come on, do it." Delphine called out to you from across the floor. You shambled over to the ATM and withdrew another four hundred bucks. The demon cooed as she grew another foot. She was now even with the angel. "Atta boy! Looks like he's wiped out all the good you've instilled into him in a single night. How's that feel?" She unclaimed his mouth so he could speak, but he was speechless. "In fact, he might still be on the decline, look!" As you were making your way back to the table, you slipped two twenties into the waitress's cleavage and asked for two more drinks, kissing her on the cheek and slapping her on the ass to send her on her way. "Oh fuck. That was really bad. I didn't teach him that." Delphine was rubbing her thighs together. She was absolutely squirming with excitement as demonic energy swirled around her and then pushed itself into her. Her knees buckled as she fell to the floor, writhing in pleasure as she pulsed larger and larger, siphoning strength from Percy." Her lips and tits plumped as her hips widened and her wings stretched and strengthened. All the while, Percy could feel himself withering. His white clothes faded from pearly to grey as his halo dimmed then darkened, falling around his neck and tightening like a collar. His wings shrank and feathers began to shed from them. He could feel his muscles atrophy as he crumpled to the floor, a mere shadow of his former glory.

You continued to drink and gamble until your monitary withdrawal was lost to alcohol and bad bets. With each bet and each gulp Percy shrank smaller and smaller until he stood at a pitiful six inches in height. By this time, Delphine had assumed full control of the situation. She picked up her tiny nemesis and conjured a birdcage of bone to house him. Their positions had now completely reversed. The devil that has been a small and pathetic being for so many years was now a six foot four bombshell of a beast. Her skin, no longer a rusty brown was now glowing red hot like her lust. Her horns were long and sharp, as were her nails and her tail which swished playfully back and forth as she watched you blackout before Benny had you both loaded into an Uber for the drive home.

As Benny finally got you into bed, the she-devil corporealized in your room with the angel in tow, trapped in his cage. It was only now that Benny's shoulder guardians became visible to yours. A hulking slab of hell flesh and another underwhelming angel accompanied Benny as he left, his devil winking at yours as he made his exit to make it known that he had thrown her a bone to help with her glow-up. The angels made sad eyes at each other before looking away in shame, knowing that they had lost whatever fight was left in them.

The three of you were alone now. Delphine crept up on your sleeping form and caressed your cheek. "I really wish I could thank you for leaning so far into your dark side today. I wish that you could see me like when you were little. As if reacting to her voice, you opened your eyes and immediately locked onto hers. You could see her. And she knew it.

"Hi pretty red lady." You muttered sloppily, obviously completely sloshed still. Your hazy mind began to fill with thoughts about what you wished to do to her. And what you wished she would do to you. Being both the target and the beneficiary of those thoughts, her body began to react by growing another few inches. Percy watched in horror as he realized Delphine had stolen the size, not from him, but from their human. You closed your eyes again as Delphine's iPad poofed in front of her and began to ring.

"Sup HQ?" She spoke into the pad.

"We're getting some weird readings off of you and your human. You all good up there? It looks like you've gained enough strength to physically materialize in the mortal plane."

"Huh, that's weird. Must be some kind of glitch. Nope. We're all good up here. Got my guy making some bad decisions, but nothing out of the ordinary, bye!" She hung up before they could get a word in. Delphine turned her attention back to you, gently nudging you to wake you up again.

You reluctantly opened your eyes again. She was still standing over you. Looming. She was large. She was exuding sexual energy. Immediately you were turned on. Delphine responded with a warm smile.

"I've missed how you looked at me. Look at you. All grown up. And still a virgin thanks to that goody two-wings in the corner over there. No. Don't look at him. Look at me. I can FEEL how you're lusting after me." Through your intoxicated thoughts, Delphine could feel your adoration grow. With it, she grew larger still, cresting the eight foot mark. You felt yourself dwindle for the first time. It startled you, but it wasn't an unpleasant feeling.

"Submit to me." She said firmly, with no room for objections, not that you had any to give. You nodded, and she manifested a collar around your neck with a rope that led right to her hand. "Let me show you how to be a man and feel good." She ripped your clothes off with inhuman speed to reveal your already erect manhood.

Sliding her bottoms off. She straddled the whole length of the bed and lowered herself atop you. You let out a small grunt as you felt yourself penetrating someone for the first time. She moaned in response and encouraged you. Delphine could feel herself siphoning your strength and grew again, her brests bubbling larger and breaking free of their top, two red hot nipples forcing themselves into your face. You instinctively grabbed two fistfuls of flesh as she began to bounce forcefully on top of you. The bed had no chance. And quickly, the legs collapsed, forcing you hard against her as she wrapped her supple wings and strong arms around you to keep you safe.

"Oh perfect, I'm further from the ceiling now. More room to...mmmmph...grow!" She felt you empty yourself inside her and she pulsed with your releases, growing to ten, then twelve feet in height. Percy cried out from across the floor at the sight. Meanwhile, you were no more than three feet tall at this point. As delphine climbed off you and stood up, she realized she needed to hunch over to not break through the ceiling. "I'm so big now." She said, amazed at herself. "So powerful. So sexy. I'm addicted to this. I want more." Just then, her iPad poofed in front of her again and began to ring incessantly. She there it to the ground and crushed it with her heel, a single demonic scream and a lowly underworld soul slipping out which she pulled into her hand simply by willing it. She examined the poor soul before closing her fist and absorbing it into herself.

"Oooooh" She cooed as she made its power her own. "I shouldn't be allowed to do that. That's dangerous." As she grew to twenty feet, Delphine was now pressed against every wall in your room. "I wonder..." She said to herself, curiosity getting the better of her. Summoning Percy's cage to her, she crushed it in her hand, leaving him exposed in her clutches.

"You shouldn't have this kind of power." He said, weakly.

"You're telling me." She replied with a grin before he sank into her palm and his soul was absorbed by her. "Mmmph! That feels so so good! Angel souls are so strong!" Grabbing you and stuffing you into your cleavage before it was too late, Delphine erupted from the remnants of your home, exploding to thirty and then forty feet as her wings unfurled to their full width and she let our an unholy howl of pleasure. You watched as she stood to her full height, the world around you shrinking away as she did.

"You're next little man." She said, gingerly patting you on your head. Her finger came down like a ton of bricks on top of you as you sank deeper into her breasts. Delphine began to absorb what was left of you, but you stopped at a mere six inches in height. "Hmmph. I guess I can't fully extinguish human souls. That would be breaking the rules...but umph! Thanks for the little boost! I'm so powerful now that I can feel the negative energy around me. All the naughty thoughts pouring out of all the humans in this whole area. It's a feast just waiting for me. But first, how about we go pay Benny and his hunky demon a visit. I simply must thank the both of them for my ascension." She lengthened the rope that was tied around your neck and put it around her own before enclosing you in a little windowed locket. "Front row seat for the one that made all this possible." As delphine sauntered down the street, onlookers gazed apon their new goddess and their lust and envy poured into her growing her larger and larger with each step. She could only laugh and moan as her power grew with each step.

#gts #giantess #size kink #sizetumblr #macro #size difference #minigiantess #growth #g/t writing #g/t

[autumnpens]

✧ wait ✧

Character ◦ Kaeya

Warnings ◦ not proofread, wrote while literally falling asleep so

Thoughts ◦ Kaeya braindump go brrr

Words ◦ 282

You had waited oh, oh so long for your lover. It was late, and you were getting impatient. You knew the knights worked late often, but it was quite unlike Kaeya to have this much to do. After all, his shift ended four hours ago, and you were damn sure that he didn’t have night duty tonight.

A tad worried and more than a little tired, you shifted in the corner of the couch, bringing your fluffy blanket to your shoulders. Taking the remote, you turned on a show you’d seen a thousand times in an attempt to stay awake until he came home.

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“Snowflake?”

Kaeya inched the front door open, fully aware of the time of night (morning?) it was, hence the whisper. He never expected the paperwork Jean had handed off to him to take nearly that long—I mean, six hours of overtime, really? At that point she could’ve just told him to come in the next day. Although, she was much more efficient at paperwork than he, but that was neither here nor there.

The light from the tv flooded the otherwise dark room, a soft breathing mingling with the dialogue from a show. Circling the couch, Kaeya found your sleeping figure nestled into the corner of the leather, a fluffy blanket kicked down at your feet. You were shivering slightly, a hand over your biceps. He turned off the tv. Debating over leaving you or carrying you to bed, Kaeya didn’t want to disturb you.

“Ah.. sorry I’m home so late.” Crouching down, he shifted the blanket over your shoulders, brushing a piece of your hair from your face with a kiss to your temple. “Sleep well, darling.”

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcannons #genshin impact imagines #genshin #genshin impact x reader #kaeya #kaeya alberich #kaeya x reader #kaeya imagines

[clatoera]

Picket Fence is Sharp as Knives Chapter 8: You Knew What You Wanted, and Boy You Got Her

Heeey besties sorry for yet another middle of the night fic drop. We are back and better than ever with some Clato content. This one and the next two are just all about them so! Live laugh clato era!. The next one..is in fact the one you have all been waiting for and I think this one gives the hint as to what that will be. Fun fact about this chapter, is this is the chapter i've been scheming for over a year. It is the reason I made the twins identical. All for this chapter to happen.

Masterpost

AO3

Title from Taylor Swift So High School, because this is like..referencing the uh..we'll just say readiness of her LOL. IDK it'll make sense when you read it.

As always let me tag my beloved @kentwells and @bodyelectric77 who literally listen to me do nothing but talk about this fic. I love u thank you for sticking around.

The first thing Clove does, every time she comes home, is kicks her shoes off without untying them. In the back of her mind she can hear her grandmother, telling her that's how she ruined them, by stepping on the feel with the opposite toe and yanking her foot out by the ankle. Later, she can hear Enobaria telling her at least she’s efficient and in all areas of her life she’s a quick girl. Now, she’s twenty three and even still, it is just so much simpler to slip her foot out of her shoes than take the time to untie them.

 She can always buy more. 

It’s one of the many things that, after the war that upended her life, has become part of new routine. It should shock noone that the kids who were raised in the strictest, highest level of training academy of District Two, grew into adults who craved some sort of order. Ones who especially craved it once every other aspect of the world around them changed. 

It was so simple, really. Clove goes on her little– little, being anywhere from four to twenty miles depending on how much her body could take– run. She comes home. She enters through the back door into the kitchen, because if she came in the front and Enobaria was home Cashmere would catch her on her way and talk to her for fifteen minutes. She took off her shoes, left then right, losing about an inch of height once the running shoes were off her feet. She takes approximately five steps to the island in the center of her kitchen, where she would take off her jacket if it were a cool day. On summer days like today, she pulls the elastic out of her hair and lets it tumble past her shoulders and to the middle of her back where it covers the exposed skin between the elastic bands of her workout clothes. Because it is the beginning of September and summer is threatening to close in on them anyday, she sometimes treats herself to the last of whatever seasonal fruit she has on hand. 

Today, though, she bypasses the snack as she glances at the clock above the stove. Six thirty. Something about the time brings her pause, as she cocks her head and strums her nails along the marble countertop. Six thirty. Early September. She just has this sense that she’s missing something. Were they supposed to be somewhere today?  

“Babe?” Clove calls out, distracted as she counts out something on her fingers. No. That wasn’t today. Nope, not that either. Nope, the trip to Four is next weekend. Enough seconds pass with no response that Cato either did not hear her or is not home, and at least if it’s the latter she can assume he remembered whatever she didn’t. She tries again, “Cato? Babe, are you home?” 

As she calls out she makes her way from the kitchen over towards her living room, still perplexed by whatever it is she apparently forgot to write down. She’s missing something. “Cato, I think we’re supposed to be doing something?” She tries again, but as she rounds the corner she is aggressively reminded of what she was supposed to be doing today. 

“Oh look, there’s your Aunt Clovey.” 

Clove stops short in the doorway, taken back by Cato standing not too far from the center of the room holding not one but two little blonde babies in either arm. Six months old, almost, and yet compared to the size of him they may as well have been six weeks. 

 God he’s fucking huge.

Focus, Clove, Focus.

Clove pauses, leaning her head on the doorframe for just the slightest of a second before she crosses the couple of steps to stand directly in front of Cato and the girls, who even still are all significantly above her eye level. “Cato..” Clove starts, an artificially sweet tone filling her voice as she reaches up to grab the hand of one of the twins, not entirely sure which is which yet. “Where did these babies come from?”

“Uh, Glimmer? I mean technically I guess they came from Marvel first but–” Cato shrugs, in doing so making both of the twins giggle as they’re lightly bounced in his arms. 

Early September. Six thirty. Three months after her wedding anniversary which is..Glimmer’s. 

“No shit, I know they came from Glimmer, Cato. I mean where is their dear mother?” Clove rolls her eyes at him, but holds her hands out to the baby he holds on his left, allowing her to lean her upper body into her hands and transfer into Clove’s awaiting arms. 

“She just left, literally minutes before you got home, you probably would have run into her if you came in the front.” Cato explains, though he doesn’t even spare a look in Clove’s direction. Instead he directs all of his words in the direction of the little blonde he still holds, gasping desperately for the baby’s attention. His efforts are rewarded as the baby reaches her little hand up to his face, grasping her little fingers at any part of his face she can find a grip in.

“I can’t believe she actually left them. I don’t think she can even sleep without holding them. I thought they’d be eighteen before she could step away.” Clove mumbles, running her own spare hand through the soft baby curls of whichever girl she holds. “Which one is this?”

“Oh, she didn’t want to leave them. She looked like she was going to cry so I just shut the door on her. I told her she needed to go have dinner or mediocre sex or something.” Cato waves off, peeling the baby’s hand off of his face before he flips her around to face Clove. In the same motion he settles her on his shoulders, little baby hands grabbing fistfuls of his hair in the meantime. He’s been built for a lifetime of discomfort, and so the grasp of a six month old was absolutely nothing on him. The silly smile does in fact start to fall from his face at Clove’s follow up question, and he narrows his eyes at the baby absolutely pulling at Clove’s free flowing hair. “You know, I didn’t get a chance to ask. She was grabbing their hands and I could see the tears and I just pushed her out.”

Clove raises a disbelieving eyebrow, taking the minute to narrow her eyes at her husband. “...you didn’t think to clarify which of the identical twins was which?”

“Well I would have, but I thought she was going to change her mind so. No. How about we’ll call this one Glimmer Two,” Cato holds up the baby’s arm and makes her wave at Clove, which earns an excited little babble in Clove’s direction. “And yours can be Glimmer Three.”

“She’s going to actually kill us if we mix them up. What happens when we switch them and then Stella spends her entire life thinking she’s her sister” Clove teases, but glances down at her own assigned baby who is fascinated by shoving fistfulls of dark hair into her mouth. 

“Stella?” She tries, looking between the two for a reaction. Both are too fascinated with the adult who holds them to notice, so she tries the alternative. “...Aurelia?” Again, neither grace her with any sort of attention or acknowledgement, and Clove huffs in impatience. “Now I know they know their damn names.”

“Yeah, and the superior twin likes me better, but they seem pretty unimpressed right now. Do you think there's a secret third?” Cato questions, trying to turn his head to glance up at his designated twin resting around his neck. “Are you Glimmer Two or Glimmer Four?”

“...I’m color coding them.” Clove determines, glancing around the room for the bag full of outfit changes Glimmer brings everywhere she goes. “Glimmer Two is in Pink, i’m putting this one in purple or something. Also you know if Glimmer hears you call one the superior twin she’s going to lose it.”

“Oh we all know you like Stella better, Clove.” Cato flips his baby back around, quite literally, and she lands in his arms with a squeal of delight. A smug smirk finds his face as he glances Clove over from her head to her toes. “I just like to bet on the littlest ones, you would know about that. Sometimes the runt can surprise you.”

“I don’t like Stella better, Stella just likes me better. Aurelia likes you, anyway.” Clove waves off, holding back her eye roll as she gently unravels the baby’s hand from her hair. She offers him a coy smirk, looking him up and down.  “Maybe I just take pity on the big ones. Especially the big dumb boys.” 

“She’s just saying that, she’s obsessed with me, kid.” He directs towards the baby (who, for what it’s worth is in fact Aurelia), managing to drape the entirety of her little body over the length of his forearm. “It can’t be that bad, they can’t be gone long anyway. I give ‘em two hours max.”

“Lucky for us they actually need their mother so they don’t starve, she’ll come back soon.” Clove assures herself more than anyone else. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the girls, quite the opposite actually. She’d even go as far as to say she adores them, but only to certain people who asked. Still, it wasn’t like she had any experience with being alone and responsible for entirely dependent human beings. Unless, of course, you count preteen Cato. At that thought she glanced around, her attention honing in on the haphazard collections of knives and other weapons around the general vicinity. “...watch her. I need a minute.”

Clove slides Stella down to the floor, and once she is sitting independently on the carpet, Clove goes to step away and collect the literal weapons out of their grasp. Almost instantly a high pitched whining comes from the baby, who immediately has her hands up in the air towards Clove, baby hands clenching into clingy little grasps for attention. Clove pauses, turning in place when she feels the little hands grabbing at her sock. “Seriously?”

The whining intensifies, turning desperate and higher in pitch as Clove glances down at the baby by her leg. She notices the pouty lower lip and almost immediately freezes. “No, no no no, no crying. Please. No crying.” Clove’s eyes immediately flit up to Cato, who’s still standing by her with the smuggest grin on his face. “A little help would be nice, Cato.”

“Fuck it, Clove. They can’t move anyway.” Cato points out, nodding his head towards the whining baby at her feet. “She’s probably literally never been put down in her life, just hold her.”

Clove audibly sighs, and exchanges the handful of metal for a handful of baby. It’s like she’s hit the metaphorical off switch, and the baby immediately stops her threat of tears. Stella settles right against Clove’s hip , laying her head down on her shoulder with not a threat of shedding a single tear. “Is this a joke? Are we going to have to hold them all night?”

“That has to be Stella. She liiikes you.” Cato decides, before he decides to kick back onto the couch with the twin he has deemed Aurelia. “Don’t act like the world’s ending, there’s worst things to be doing than holding cute babies, Clove.”

“They are cute.” Clove muses, resting her cheek on top of the little blonde head on her shoulder. “It’s fucking weird, they really do look just like Glimmer. It’s weird to be holding little versions of Glimmer.” 

“They’re just lucky they don’t look like Marvel.” Without much warning Cato reaches out and grabs Clove by the band of her sports bra, jerking her back towards the couch. As soon as her knees hit the edge he pulls her down and to his side, looping his free arm around her waist. 

It’s instinctive, the way she pulls her feet up and tucks them over his knee, angling her body towards him like the second nature that it is. “Isn’t it like..a weird thing to you? That our friends made these. Like..literally made them. Glimmer grew these hands.” She holds up Stella’s hand for emphasis, before it once again embeds in the lengths of her hair. 

“I feel like they should probably thank us for existing, I mean it was our wedding. It’s not typical that you need to ask your friends to watch your six month olds on your first anniversary.” Cato teases, before he pinches at Clove’s exposed skin. 

“Glimmer doesn’t appreciate the reminder of her shotgun wedding, you know that.” Clove flinches out of his grasp, letting out a yelp that startles one of the twins out of whatever little trance they seemed to be in. “She’s a good mom though. They’re lucky girls, to have ended up with her. I think she was born to be a mother.”

She misses the way Cato seems to be staring at her with something on his mind, as she has to once again pry her hair out of the death grip of a child. This time she has to also pull her strands of hair from Stella’s fist and mouth, only barely containing her disgust at moisture in her hair. “Do you think they’re hungry?”

“Huh?” He is only half paying attention, pulled from a daydream or something as Clove brings him back to their current reality. “What did you say?” “I said do you think they’re hungry, space cadet.” Clove teases, pushing herself back off of him so she could settle the baby in her lap. “She’s trying to eat my hair.”

“..can we even feed them anything in this house? Can babies…eat? I’m sure their parents fed them, Clove. Do they even have teeth?”

“Oh they have teeth, haven’t you heard Glimmer complain about it? Besides, babe, we go to their house three days a week so I can fill their fridge with baby and Marvel safe snacks. We’ve been doing it for two months.” She points out, before she’s off the couch and heading back towards the kitchen with one of the twins still tightly situated on her hip. 

Cato wastes no time following behind, albeit a little annoyed to be off the couch already after he had just started to get comfortable with her. “Are they even hungry?”

“I don’t know Cato, I just know I feel this urge to feed them, okay? Like it’s my job.” Clove waves off, flittering over to her usual side of the kitchen as Cato settles in across the island.

“Hmm..is it you who likes strawberries or are you the kiwi baby?” Clove asks the baby in her left arm, grabbing a handful of both out of the fruit bowl in the middle of the table. 

“I don’t think she’ll answer you.” Cato teases, sitting his twin on the island and holding her up against his chest. “I actually don’t know when babies talk.”

“I”m surprised these ones don’t already, considering their dad never shuts up.” She comments, holding her left hand firmly down on her twin’s arms and hands, so she cannot lunge for the knife in her right hand. “They like..babble at each other though. They’re probably telling each other we’re incompetent.” As if it’s nothing, Clove easily uses the knife to start cutting perfect heart shaped slices out of a strawberry with only one hand, the other still holding Stella (she thinks) back. She lets go of her hand to give her a single sliced heart, and immediately has to grab at her little baby hand once again. “No, baby, please don’t maim yourself. You have parents who could actually try to kill me.” She tilts her head when Stella crinkles her little nose, looking at Clove in confusion before resuming her babbling at her. “...are you the kiwi baby then?” 

She slides Cato the plate of strawberries for the other baby, before she resumes her one handed slicing and shaping. “How about we do Kiwi stars, since we have strawberry hearts?” Clove asks the babies, who simply continue their normal baby babbles at her and each other. 

She’s distracted by her knife work, handing pieces of fruit back and forth to both of the twins, each time emphasizing the fruit and the shape before she’d hand them a new slice. She feels the sticky kiwi covered hand on her collarbone and lets out an audible groan, “That's not very nice, baby blondie.” 

Clove glances up to see if Aurelia (maybe) is also covering Cato in the sugary handprints, and is instead met with Cato just staring at her with an adoring depth to his blue eyes. There's half a smile on his face, and he just looks lovestruck. Clove narrows her eyes back at him, shaking her head just a little. “What are you looking at?”

“Just you.” Cato muses, not even phased when a sticky piece of strawberry is shoved towards his mouth as he ducks out of the way. “I’m thinking, that's all. You just look really really good right now. With her.”

Clove hesitates, watching as Aurelia succeeds in shoving a now mushed strawberry into his unsuspecting mouth. Clove truly cannot help but laugh, nose scrunching up as she does so, and it must be infectious as little miss Stella laughs at Clove laughing at Cato.  

He clearly decides not to push his luck with whatever he’s thinking about (and Clove, for what it’s worth can connect the dots). “Can you make some big people food, too? I don’t think I can survive on star shaped strawberries.”

“Um Educate yourself, Cato, the strawberries are hearts and the kiwis are the stars.”

“My mistake, how about some triangle shaped steak?”

Clove does make the two of them adult dinner, too. Albeit it all ends up cut into finger foods, consisting of half moon shaped sweet potato slices, perfectly square carrot chips, and yes, even triangular shaped overcooked (“Intentionally Overcooked, you can’t give a baby rare steak, Cato”) slices of steak.

Later, Clove pawns both twins off on Cato so she can rinse the traces of smushed sweet potato and carrot, along with the sweat from her much earlier run, out of her hair and off of her skin. She wins the race to the shower with the simple reminder that she fed them so she gets to have ten minutes to wash handprints off of her skin. 

She comes back downstairs more than just ten minutes later, an oversized shirt she borrowed from Cato serving as a dress, wet hair wrapped in a towel atop her head and safely out of the grip of curious little babies. She’s halfway back down the staircase, when she is brought to a stop by the sound of Cato and his one sided conversation.

No, not one sided, but met with avid, nonsensical baby babbles in response. 

“See, you roll the ball and it comes back and you have to get it when it comes back, you have to catch it Glimmer Two..Three..Two…Whichever Mini Glimmer.” 

Clove peaks her head around the corner, to see Cato sitting  less than the length of his legs away from the wall, the twins situated side by side in front of him. He’s rolling a weighted ball into the wall, letting it slowly return and land at the feet of either twin. Once the ball hits one of their feet they squeal in delight, before they both turn back to look at him sets of wide green eyes waiting for him to push it back.

“You can use your legs! Come on, kick it.” Cato tries again, this time grabbing one of their little feet and nudging at the ball, earning delighted giggles from both of them. 

“Where did you learn how to do that?” Clove interrupts, breaking into a bemused smile as she settles down on the floor beside them. Almost instantly his hand comes up to rest on her knee, squeezing gently before he nudges the ball away. 

“This? I used to do this when Cora was little. I didn’t know how to play with her.” He explains, using his other hand to send the ball rolling back towards the baseboard again. “I still don’t know how, apparently.”

“They clearly love it.” She assures him, raising her eyebrows into a playful smile as the girls both lock in their gaze on her instead of the ball. One reaches little grabby hands towards her again, and she offers the baby her finger to hold to tie her over with Cato for just a little bit longer. “You’re good with them. Like…really really really good. You should probably do it more often.”

“I don’t think they’re going to be very athletic, which is kind of shocking considering who they came from..” Cato muses, nodding towards the baby that is so enamored with Clove. “I think they like you, Clovey.”

“They’re six months old, give them time to grow some coordination.” Her smile softens as she leans in and scoops up whoever it is, letting the baby snuggle directly into her arms. “Baby, which one of them is this?”

“I have to be honest Clove, I have no fucking idea.” 

“Glimmer will be back for them soon, anyway.” Clove shrugs, taking the opportunity to lay her head on Cato’s shoulder, stifling her own yawn as she watches one of the twins do the same. “This is weirdly exhausting. Not in a bad way. Just..I’m really fucking tired.”

“It’s probably easier if there's only one.” Cato shrugs, gently pushing the ball out of reach and settling the remaining twin in his own arm. “You’re right though. I don’t know how Glimmer is literally always bouncing off of a wall with them.”

“It’s ‘cause they’re all she’s ever wanted.” Clove slurs, stifling another yawn into his shoulder, leaving her forehead pressed into him for just a minute. “It’s like she’s living a dream.”

“I mean…I get it.” He admits, keeping his eyes focused on the baby who was rubbing adamantly at her little tired eyes. 

“Yeah?” Clove mumbles in response, resting more and more of her weight against Cato’s arm. 

“Yeah.” He reiterates, subconsciously moving his right arm containing the baby, lulling her closer to the sleep she clearly craved. “I think we should talk about-”

Before he can finish his sentence, he feels the bulk of weight sink into his left arm. He glances over to Clove, who has fully slipped to sleep against him, as has the baby who clings to her neck. 

“I guess we’ll talk about it later, huh Kiddo?” He whispers to the baby he holds, who is quickly falling asleep herself. Cato surveys between the three of them, and the tired smile he wears falls when he realizes he has more sleeping girls on his hands than he has arms.

It’s..God only knows..how long later when Clove is startled awake by a hand on her shoulder shaking her gently. “Clove..Clove, we’re back.” 

She’s jolted awake, really, disoriented and confused. Somehow (Cato) she ended up in the recliner, covered in a thick furry blanket with the baby sprawled out on top of her. Her hand almost instinctively comes to the baby’s head as she’s startled awake, just naturally trying to keep her calm and sleeping in her arms. “Huh, what, what time is it?”

“It’s nine thirty one.” Comes an amused, whispering tone from her left, where Marvel’s hand still rests on her shoulder from where he just shook her awake. “The lights were all off, we knew you had to be asleep. How were they?”

“Fuck, I thought it had to be like three in the morning, what do you mean it’s only nine thirty?” Cato mumbles from across the room, where he’s fully sprawled out on the couch with the other twin asleep on top of his chest. 

“We told you we’d only be a few hours..” Glimmer chimes in, the noise of sequins rustling against each other mixed with heels on hardwood announcing her entrance. “Where are my girls, I miss them!”

“Can you whisper, we just got to sleep.” Clove whines, forcing her eyes open as she feels the baby she holds beginning to move and wake at the sound of her parents. She peaks an eye open up at Marvel where he stands over her and can’t help but smirk at the ruffled hair and pink lipstick at the collar of his shirt and dipping underneath. “Looks like you had a good night.”

“Good for you, we didn’t watch them for nothing then. I’m proud of you, Marvel.” Cato mocks, though he doesn’t even bother to open his eyes to make fun of them. 

Glimmer’s eye roll may as well have been audible, as she is heard tossing her shoes to the side with an audible thunk as they hit the wall. “You two are the actual worst, now give me Stella. I need her first. We’re just staying here, by the way, it’s too late to take them on the train.”

“It’s nine fucking thirty? Too late, what happened to nights starting at nine thirty” Cato questions, finally forcing himself to a half sitting position so he can fully (playfully) berate their friends. 

“It’s fine, you can stay, that's..fine. Whatever.” Clove half heartedly waves a hand off in defeat. “Stella? Do you have a favorite? Is that why you need her first?”

“Don’t be silly, Clove. It’s the schedule. I feed Stella while Marvel gives Aurelia her little bath and gets her ready for bed, and then we switch before they go to sleep. It’s a little routine.” Glimmer explains, kneeling beside Clove with a tired smile. “Which one do you have?”

Cato and Clove freeze, eyes flitting towards the other just momentarily. 

“Uh..yeah..I have one of them.” Clove starts, before Cato cuts her off. 

“I have no idea, they’re literally identical. You didn’t color code them, how were we supposed to know?”

Marvel’s eyebrows scrunch together in real confusion, looking between their overly-tired friends. “What do you mean, they’re not identical?”

“The fuck do you mean-”

Marvel laughs, not even bothering to stay quiet for the sake of not waking the girls. It doesn’t hurt, though, because as soon as the baby in Clove’s arms hears him she is woken from her dead sleep. She lifts her little head, whipping it as fast as she can to find the source. As soon as she sees him, despite how tired she is, the widest smile breaks out on her baby face. It’s as if Clove is a stranger as soon as the baby sees her dad, when one baby hand comes up to reach for him. 

He wastes absolutely no time taking his girl, and if the baby seemed to snuggle into Clove before, she practically melts against Marvel as soon as she is in his arms. If a baby could hold stress she would have just released all of it, snuggling her face into the fabric of his shirt. She absolutely clings to him, babbling softly until she’s effectively nestled into him. “Hi angel baby,” He whispers to her, kissing the top of her curl covered head as she clings to her dad. “Did you miss us too?”

“He’s kidding. But, also, I didn’t think I needed to color code them. Their earrings are their initials.” Glimmer teases, reaching down to just scoop the still sleeping Stella off of Cato. “Stella also likes to talk more, and Aurelia likes to bite on her hands more. I think she’s getting another tooth. Can’t wait for that.” She deadpans, instantly pulling her little blonde baby to eye level and kissing all over her face. Stella giggles, wrapping her little hands around the top of Glimmer’s. “God I missed you, sunshine.”

“I swear they liked us!” Clove defends, rubbing at her eyes with the heel of her hand. “I thought they did.” They had initialed earrings. Of course they did. 

“Of course they do, we’re just their parents.” Glimmer promises, before curling up at the end of the couch nearest Clove with Stella absolutely curled up against her. “They’ve never been away from us. They probably thought we were gone forever-”

“Glimmer not this again, please don’t cry-” Marvel pleads, subconsciously swaying back and forth with Aurelia in his arms. 

“I’m not crying. I’m just saying. They’ve never stayed with someone else before. Ever.”

“Not that we minded, but, wasn’t it a little freaky to leave them a District away? I thought you would have asked Cashmere, she’s right there?” Clove asks through a yawn, head resting in the palm of her hand as she rests her elbow on the armrest. “Like I said, not that we care but…”

Glimmer gives a tired smile herself, looking away from her daughter and up at Clove. She even spares a glance at Cato before letting out a little sigh. “We could have asked Cash or Gloss, sure. I dunno. They’re great. They would do everything for me. They would have said yes but…” 

“We talked about it a lot,” Marvel interjects, giving a little shrug. “We barely wanted to leave them at all.”

“We just…thought they’d be better with you two. We’ve never left them, but if something had happened to us and we never came home…we knew they’d be safe here. You’d take care of them. I dunno, it just felt right. We trust you, we felt the best leaving them with you two. You aren’t like..parents. But you could be.” 

“And Cato was going to force us out the door, we knew that too.”

“You’re welcome for that, you clearly benefited, Marvel.” Cato scoffs, but sits forward and digs his hands into his eyes to allow himself to stay awake. Not even ten and he’s fighting sleep, how the hell did he get here from the kid who won the Hunger Games?

“Oh. That's..oh.” Clove whispers, the gravity of their trust in her leaving her borderline speechless. They’ve seen what she was capable of and they still chose her, they still trusted her with the most important part of their lives. “..thank you…”

“At the end of the day, we love Cash and Enobaria but..when it comes to who’s going to do a better job at playing house with our babies..it’s an easy choice. It’s not even a question. You aren’t parents but you could be. Good ones, too.” Glimmer smiles, offering the words with genuine love for her friends. “And Clove knows how to cook, which is a plus too. Speaking of, honey, can you get me a snack?”

“Damn, you got Glimmer asking for food, good for you, you did something right today.” Cato practically jumps off the couch to grab Marvel by the shoulder. “I’m so proud of you. And I’d say thank you, Glimmer, but you’re right. We’ve actually never been less than perfect at anything we’ve ever done ever in our lives. We’re kind of flawless, if you didn’t know!”

“You’re the fucking worst, man.” Marvel mumbles, but does follow Cato’s guidance into the kitchen.

“He is the worst.” Glimmer tells Clove once the boys are gone, tucking her feet up into the couch with her before she shifts Stella in her arms. “Not entirely. I meant what I said. We trust you. And you would be good at it. I know you don’t want to, and I respect that. But you’d be good at it. The girls adore you.”

“...yeah, I know.” Clove admits, curling up on her side, pulling her blanket back up over her shoulder as she turns in her chair to face Glimmer. Before she thinks too long about the fluttery feeling she has in her chest, at the compliments but also just the idea of her own little blondes, she abruptly changes the conversation. “ You’re a good mom, Glimmer. The best, really. But I gotta say,I feel like it’s not the most romantic anniversary in the world, to sleep at your friends’ house with your babies.”

“Clove. I don’t know if we ever would have gotten back together if it weren’t for the girls. We would not be even having an anniversary, let alone married, if it were not for them. They are, quite literally, to thank for that.” Glimmer brushes her perfectly manicured nails over Stella’s curls, keeping her calm and comforted in the safety of her arms. “And you know, I gotta give it to them. You think you can’t love someone any more than you do, right? Like you think you’re living a dream but, Clove, it doesn’t even come close to how much I love him when I see him with the girls. There is nothing, in the entire world, better than waking up next to him with the girls between us. Nothing. It’s quite literally a dream come true. It’s better than a dream, Clove. You think you love someone..but then you make new people to love with them and it’s just…I can’t even describe it, Clove. I can’t describe it. I can only imagine that the reason I survived all of that…nightmare...was to be able to have this life, Clove. I know, it’s not my business, but I hope you get to feel it one day.  There is nothing in the world like it. It is so so so worth all of it. They are worth it.”

Clove pauses for a few seconds that to her feels like hours. She could hesitate, she could start listing off all the reasons she absolutely should not (could not), she could list off the million and one unknowns that she and her routines could not account for. Maybe it’s her exhaustion, or maybe it’s the permanent look of Cato giving her that lovestruck look burned into her brain, but she doesn’t offer a refute. 

“I believe you,” is all she offers instead.

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Tagged by @pumpking64​, thanks!

Share your wallpaper: I’ve never bothered swapping out the generic “abstract blue-green paint smear” image that came with my phone, but if I did it would probably be to one of my best kitten photos, aka The Scrungly Little Beast

(also the icon for my @triscribeaucollection​ sideblog)

The last song you listened to: Rooftop, by Nick Santos

Currently reading: Working my way through every Sea Beast fan fic on AO3 that catches my eye

Last Movie: The Sea Beast, on Netflix

Craving: Chocolate cake, but I shouldn’t have that for breakfast

What are you wearing right now: Soft green nightshirt, green lounge shorts I pulled on when I first got up

How tall are you: Five feet, three and three quarters inches, or ~162 centimeters for my metric system friends. Why do I specify the three quarters? Because my mom is five foot four inches, and I have been stuck at a smidge shorter than her for years. But my day will come. Maybe not this decade, maybe not the next, but sooner or later she WILL begin to shrink, and then *I* will be the one who is a quarter inch taller! Muahahaha!

...ahem. Moving on...

Piercings: None

Tattoos: Nope

Glasses? Contacts?: Negative on both

Last drink: Sweetened Peach Sparkling Water. My local grocery store sells their own brand in various flavors, eighty cents for a liter bottle. Healthier than soda, at the very least

Last show: Hogan’s Heroes - we have all six seasons on DVD, and they’re good comfort content when there isn’t anything good to watch on television

(”Colonel Hogan, I must know what is going on here!”

“Schultz, if I tell you, you could become a tremendous hero-”

“Or?”

“-shot.”

“...I hear nothing, I see nothing, I Know NO-THING!”)

Lasting thing you ate: Piece of fried chicken for dinner

Favorite color: Turquoise! Because I was the doofus as a kid who couldn’t ever pick between blue and green, so I compromised and went with both at once x’D

Current obsession: Father & son feels between Captain Crow and Jacob Holland from the Sea Beast movie

Unrelated obsession: Master & padawan feels between Tajin Crosser and Dan G’vash from the Elder episode of Star Wars Visions. Totally unrelated. Right.

Any pets: YES. So Many Pets. We’re actually at a low point right now, with only two dogs, two rabbits, seven chickens in the bathroom, and twenty eight cats of various ages (which will go down as soon as we start adopting out the eleven most recent kittens)

Do you have a crush on anyone: ...maybe.

Favorite fictional character: My own? Crant the Wolfen. Somebody else’s? Hmm... Ahsoka Tano (Star Wars), Peter Parker (Marvel), Cassandra Cain (DC), Will Treaty (Ranger’s Apprentice), Tiffany Aching (Discworld), Aizawa Shouta (bnha), Eowyn (Lord of the Rings), Bumblebee (Transformers), Brienne of Tarth (Game of Thrones), etc etc...

The last place you traveled: Florida, visiting my dad for my birthday a couple months ago

Thanks again! Tagging: @153-centimeters-of-sass​ @blackbeltkitten2​ @catboy-pentheus​ @kaiseaya​ and as always anybody else who’d like to snag a spot ;)

#tag game #okay I had fun with this one

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Inconvenient Attraction - for doc ock

Everything was so important and so stupid, but this was particularly stupid.

Luminous was ducked into the crevice under a bridge, catching precious breaths as she tried to process the events of the last twenty minutes. Overhead she could hear the thump-chk-thump of those... things hitting concrete and finding purchase as if it were ice beneath snow cleats, the kind with spikes that always unnerved her at utility shoe stores.

He was overhead, looking for her and the weird suitcase she'd managed to snatch from him. It was an effective if half-baked plan. Step one, which was to take the thing he was stealing and lure him away from civilians, had worked like a dream.

She did not have a step two. Normally Luminous was better about this, but between the very short notice (Spidey ringing her literally minutes into the event while he was managing some eloquent dinosaur-thing that was terrorizing a different building) and her own distraction, she found herself off-balance while trying to combat her new opponent.

Thunk. Chunk.

"I know you're here," a deep and deceptively pleasant voice called from above, "why don't you come out so we can properly introduce ourselves?"

He also threw her off-balance in general.

She'd heard of Doc Ock before, but the Daily Bugle did nothing to communicate the sheer size of him. He'd scared the shit out of her when she stepped into the building he was robbing and, confronted, risen to his full height with those four things splaying out around his shoulders. Spidey's voice was still in her shitty earpiece then, but she barely heard him as her heart dropped into her stomach. Jesus Christ on a bicycle, he was huge.

He'd flashed a toothy, lopsided smile at her - "Well, who might this be?" - and chaos had erupted.

She could still hear that smile now as he kept speaking overhead.

"You know, that was pretty impressive work I saw back there. Maybe you could give me a better demonstration of how those powers work, hm?" Flattery or taunting? It was hard to tell. Either way she pulled herself into the crevice a little tighter - she'd warp away to hide the suitcase before dealing with him, but there was nowhere she could see, and therefore nowhere for her to go, but down into the churning water below.

The initial fight had been a clusterfuck. She'd been expecting the limbs but wasn't ready for the height, and the shock gave him the opening for an early strike. She'd barely dodged (and he'd ripped her freaking mantle), and from there -

if she was being honest, it wasn't so much a fight as it was a flail. His four extraneous limbs would not give her an opening to get close and land a good punch, which was what she needed because he swatted away her crystal conjures like scattering flies.

She had managed to back him outside while a tangle of limbs and flashes of light struggled to find purchase with each other, and then, in a fit of sudden overstimulation, she'd just... grabbed the suitcase and ran.

"What's going on over there?" She'd heard Spidey in her ear. "I told you you'd be able to take him!"

"You told me he was a scientist, not that he was some goddamn eldritch Goliath!"

She'd heard him laugh back there when she said that. It was a deceptively nice sound.

Luminous had run for quite a few minutes, still shouting to Spidey between jumps, turns and dives. Colossus, titan, behemoth and homunculus were also all tossed out somewhere in her breathless ranting while she sprinted, platforms beneath her feet lifting her over traffic and giving her the slightest head start.

In truth, he was probably a perfectly reasonable six feet and some spare inches; but between the four extra limbs (suddenly "Doc Ock", a name she'd laughed at before, sounded deeply threatening) and her own compact stature, he loomed over her like the shadow of some eldritch monster. Hadn't he been a respected nuclear physicist? Had he been able to get people to go near him back then when he looked like a goddamn-

"There you are, dear."

Oh, fuck.

A red light stared at her from where it curved over the bridge. She shot out a blast, hitting it square in the face, and it retreated. As she tried to pull herself from her hiding spot to stand on the air beneath, however, three more emerged to peer at her before grasping onto the concrete. Should have called himself Hydra, she thought, if the name wasn't already taken. Doctor Hydra?

It didn't matter. She took several steps back as the doctor pulled himself down - seemingly undisturbed by gravity, he remained perfectly upright in his descent, pausing only to glance at her feet with nothing beneath them, several feet above the water.

"That's an interesting trick." His attention turned to her - and he dove. She jumped out of the way of swinging arms, careful to direct herself away from her hiding place where the suitcase waited behind a concrete pole. His attention was, thankfully and unfortunately, all on her - her fists connected with claws and sent them in recoil before they reared back, something he seemed to regard with mild surprise as two of the other three reared up to take its place.

Diving, weaving, jumping - it was a mess of movement stopped only when one of the claws managed to grab her by the front. Two others stilled (the third holding him up in midair) and anchored him tight to the bridge, while the one under her arms and pressed to her stomach started to retract.

For a second she expected the thing to try to crush her. Instead she was dragged closer to the doctor, who had grown surprisingly still. He was scrutinizing her, she realized as the distance between them closed for the first time that day. He held her slightly overhead and, now that they were at eye level with each other, she could properly see his face. He had that disarmingly lopsided smile, strong nose and a pair of shockingly nice brown eyes, looking up at her from behind those inscrutable sunglasses. There was a slight twinkle to them.

Everything was so, so stupid.

"Hello, dear," he said, and her heart stuttered. Luminous swallowed.

"I'm in trouble."

"Yes," he said as a clawed thing lifted and aimed for her, "you are."

#canon x OC #doing this instead of catching up on sleep lmao #not tagging this. You get my bullshit or you don't #Doc Ock x Luminous

[morannon]

I've found yet another thing that annoys me to no end...

See, Galadriel, from what we know, might as well have been the the tallest woman in all of Middle-earth. Aside from her beauty and legendary hair, it's the main physical characteristic she is known for. She was every bit as tall as her husband.

Galadriel, 'the tallest of all the women of the Eldar of whom tales tell', was said to be man-high, but it is noted 'according to the measure of the Dúnedain and the men of old', indicating a height of about six feet four inches.

Christopher Tolkien, pg.273 of Unfinished Tales

Although, I would add that the specified height would have been a low estimate, given that the approximate height of Numenoreans (the men, at least, to whom she was compared after all) falls around 7 feet aka 213cm (and above). This is not a made-up measure, but the height given in Peoples of Middle-Earth (HoME), also compiled and edited by Christopher Tolkien. 

So. Galadriel was very, very tall. She wasn't simply uncommonly tall, she was tall beyond all others. Even Cate Blanchett who is 174cm or 5′8″ had to wear ridiculous platforms to close a bit of that gap proportion-wise, and still fell short of that height.

Because proportionally speaking, enlarging a short person with CGI will not amount to the same result as a tall person naturally. It simply results as a person retaining the proportions of a small person, but larger. In that sense, you can make a small person into a giant, but you can't make a small person into a really tall person. 

Morfydd Clark may be a good actress, but she falls short, literally. At around 160cm she is at least a foot or more shorter than the character she is meant to portray and so far I haven't even seen them try to make up for it in any way, in the way they did with Cate, to emphasize Galadriel's stature. 

But I guess it's about... I'm not actually sure. But I know it's not about striving for accuracy or authenticy or what have you. And if they really want to play the representation card they could at long last create more roles for genuinely tall actresses which are few and far in between. When's the last time you saw a role other than that of Brienne of Tarth, Princess Xena, which didn't employ yet another teacup-sized actress? Because let's face it, more often than not, the prerequisite of the career is taking up the least space possible. 

Here's a role depicting pretty much the tallest woman in existence and it's given to an actress that's mostly just... small, and really struggles to explain the casting on all other accounts beyond that. She doesn't look similar to Galadriel as we've seen, she has a very strong and particular accent, she's visibly small and doesn't seem to possess the needed physicality fitting the character's description, especially in her younger age.

I mean... you can put a blond wig on anyone and that's your choice...?

#Rings of Power #Game of Rings #Galadriel

[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 557, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby

WORDS: 1153

“Hello, may I please get two one hundred dollar gift cards?” I asked the man behind the counters, accepting my purchase and handing over my credit card. “Okay, you each have a limit of a hundred dollars each. Understand?”

“Loud and clear, mommy!” Elizabeth chirped happily, dragging Katie off with her to go look at fabrics.

Just then, Tim Gunn himself walked in, leading a group of sixteen people close behind him with four cameramen flanking the group.

“OHMIGAWD, MARY CLAIRE RATAJCZYK!” freaked out a man sporting a bright green mohawk.

“Hihi there!” I greeted the group with a chuckle. “The girls are somewhere looking for fabric for Halloween costumes!”

“Ah fun!” Tim smiled before turning to give the usual budget and time limit.

“And your time starts… NOW!” Everyone scampered off, leaving Tim to come up to me for a quick chit chat.

“Hello there, it’s a pleasure to meet you!” he said to me, accepting my hand for a warm shake.“Oh, same here!” I returned the greeting, turning as Katie appeared up at the top of the stairs that led up to the top floor. “Yes, mo stór?”

“Lizz Lizz and I need help cutting a bolt of fabric,” she announced, leading both Tim Gunn and I over to where three Project Runway participants were helping Elizabeth, two flattening the fabric out and the one carefully measuring two and a half yards for Elizabeth to cut.

“Thank you!” Elizabeth chirped happily, finishing her task before neatly folding up the fabric and setting it into her bag. “Okay- Katie! We have fabric for Baby Tommy’s Snow White and little girl’s Ariel- next, is your Raya, my Rapunzel, Aria’s Anna and Evie’s Elsa!”

“Oh, the twins got back to you?” I asked as the next went to look between a creamy white and a dark parchment colored fabric next for Katie’s Halloween costume.

“Elizabeth was just telling us about making clothes for all the wee ones!” said a man with a thick burly Scottish burr. “They sound so sweet!”

“They are, they really are!” I smiled happily. “My husband is the last person who you would honestly expect to be a father- he’s six feet eight inches of muscles and fangs, but you really shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover!”

“He’s the bestest daddy in the whole wide world!” Katie declared as she decided on the cheaper of the two fabrics, struggling to reach the bolt. A woman passing by with armfuls of fabric noted and set her shopping basket down off to the side to help the Asian American girl, patting her head affectionately before going off on her way.

“He is, he really is!” Elizabeth added in, finding a soft and warm brown wool that was 85% off from twenty dollars a yard. “Seventeen dollars a yard? Does that sound right?”

“That does sound right!” said a young woman dressed in all black with an outrageously pierced left ear, who was passing by with a bolt of black velvet. “Wow, you can math!”

“I can’t math at all!” Katie frowned as she packed the new fabric into her basket. “I have dyscalculia.”

“Ah, that would make things a heapsful more difficult!” a man in a pink dress said, comparing two different shades of orange.

“You have no idea!” she grumbled.

“Yeah, well, that’s why you have me for your sister!” Elizabeth piped in just then, finding a beautiful ice blue satin over in the SALE area for 65% percent off at ten dollars a yard. “Oh, this will work perfectly for Evie!”

“I can embroider snowflakes onto the fabric!” Katie offered happily.

“Do you use an embroidery machine or do you do it all by hand?” asked a man with dark black skin and a heavy accent.

Katie happily showed off her skirt, which had the Chinese words for fun, love, believe and other such words embroidered in gold. This had all the participants of the latest season of Project Runway clustered tightly around her, oohing and aweing over her careful work.

“I work on my embroidery at school when I finish my work early,” she explained, smiling as a Chinese girl was admiring her hard work. “My teachers are very understanding that I have a ton of nervous energy.”“Piàoliang de zuòpǐn,” she hummed softly.

“Xièxiè,” Katie said, sending the two women into a furry of Chinese words.

“You’ve raised them both to be lovely young ladies!” someone else told me.

“Well, I can’t take all the credit!” I laughed. “My husband and the family nanny both also have done an exceptional job at raising the kids!”

Tim Gun soon enough called the end of time for everyone, sending everyone over to the cash registers, Elizabeth and Katie capping the group at the ends.

“Okay Katie, your basket should come up at around eighty six dollars, and my basket is around ninety one dollars,” Elizabeth told her sister as the two girls went up to check out next.

“Your total is $106.57,” the cashier told the both of them.

“Here, I have two dollars lefts over on my card!” the man in the pink dress said, handing the cashier his gift card.

“I have fifty nine cents on mine!” the Chinese girl piped in.

“I have a dollar nineteen cents!”

“I have three dollars forty seven cents!”

“I have ninety eight cents!”

I could only chuckle as the contestants of Project Runway offered the girls their balance on their cards, ending with an exchange of hugs.

Mo stór, my dear, Irish Gaelic

Piàoliang de zuòpǐn, beautiful work, Chinese

Xièxiè, thank you, Chinese

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#Real person fiction (RPF) #Tattooed Wings #Peter Thomas Ratajczyk #Type O Negative #Vanessa Rose Pickings/ little girl #Special needs baby #Aria Bradley #Evie Bradley #Deaf #American Sign Language (ASL) #Elizabeth Ratajczyk #Alopecia #Thomas Joseph Ratajczyk/ Baby Tommy #Autism #Katie Ratajczyk #Down’s Syndrome #Baby Violet Marie #Neonatal death #Baby Eve Lynn Ratajczyk #Abandoned baby #Matthew James Ratajczyk/ Baby Mattie #Brandon Edward Ratajczyk/ Baby Teddy #Josephine Rose Ratajczyk/ Baby Jojo #Matching tattoos soulmate AU

[smokeybrandcompositions]

Wrongthink and Reeducation

So i just read an article about how not-transwomen were forced to get dressed for swimming at UPenn, alongside transwoman, Lia Thomas. That man they were forced to get nude, and be nude around, Lia Thomas who still has her male junk. That sh*t is mad wild to me. When they raised concerns or voice their discomfort with the admittedly wild ass situation, they were rebuffed and offered counseling to “reeducate” with the intention of making them “comfortable with the idea of undressing in front of a male”. Yo, i don't even know how to begin with that sh*t. These women are telling you, pint blank, they don't want to get undressed in front of a woman with fully intact junk, and you, as the school, are like, "Don't be bigots. Here's some resources to get that ignorance out of you". Bro, what? Seriously, if you look into this, Lia Thomas is a six foot, four inch tall, transwoman who transition super late in life and started to compete with women. Thomas won an NCAA title. Like, she was he "best" female swimmer that year, setting whole ass records. When she swam against the men, not so much. She kind of sucked at it, honestly. I think she was like thirtieth or something in terms of national rankings. Switch your gender and you're number one. That happened. I'm not going to touch that and the very blatant advantage Lia had, I'm just going to focus on the fact that her biological female teammates were forced to undress in the presence of Lia, an over six foot tall, biological male, with fully intact male genitalia, eighteen times per week. And when these woman objected, they were gaslight and chastised for wrongthink. That's that sh*t ha make my booty itch. Look, what you go in your pants is your business unless we agree that you want to make it mine. I don't care about your pronouns or how you identify. That's your thing, not mine. That said, I'm not so much of a dick that I'll just purposely misgender or persecute you for your own life choices. I'm a giant black dude. I know what it feels like to be disenfranchised by society. Wanting to be recognized for who you are, to live your truth freely and without persecution, is a very understandable, very human, thing. I get that. However, when your truth infringes and causes harm to someone else, you need to reevaluate your position. Lia couldn't cut it as a male athlete so, instead of holding herself accountable and putting in he work to get better, she took a year off, got an estrogen prescription, and came back to dominate as a female athlete. In doing so, she not only disrespected the spirit of competition, but literally forced herself and her very much intact penis, into a locker room full of breasts and vaginas. That dog don't hunt, son. Lia's truth caused harm to her biological female teammates. That's a fact. There's a congressional hearing about it. You're not a bigot or on the wrong side of history to feel some kind of way about this. You're not some sort of social dissident because you have to look at a dong in your women's locker room more than a dozen times a week. Lia's truth is that she is a woman. Paula Scanlan's truth is that there is a huge ass man, with a raw, floppy peen, twenty feet away from me in the space that is supposed to be devoid of dingus. Both things are true. But, if one of them wasn't, then there'd be a pervert in the girl's locker room and i think cats should probably look at it that way.

[smokeybrand]

Wrongthink and Reeducation

So i just read an article about how not-transwomen were forced to get dressed for swimming at UPenn, alongside transwoman, Lia Thomas. That man they were forced to get nude, and be nude around, Lia Thomas who still has her male junk. That sh*t is mad wild to me. When they raised concerns or voice their discomfort with the admittedly wild ass situation, they were rebuffed and offered counseling to “reeducate” with the intention of making them “comfortable with the idea of undressing in front of a male”. Yo, i don't even know how to begin with that sh*t. These women are telling you, pint blank, they don't want to get undressed in front of a woman with fully intact junk, and you, as the school, are like, "Don't be bigots. Here's some resources to get that ignorance out of you". Bro, what? Seriously, if you look into this, Lia Thomas is a six foot, four inch tall, transwoman who transition super late in life and started to compete with women. Thomas won an NCAA title. Like, she was he "best" female swimmer that year, setting whole ass records. When she swam against the men, not so much. She kind of sucked at it, honestly. I think she was like thirtieth or something in terms of national rankings. Switch your gender and you're number one. That happened. I'm not going to touch that and the very blatant advantage Lia had, I'm just going to focus on the fact that her biological female teammates were forced to undress in the presence of Lia, an over six foot tall, biological male, with fully intact male genitalia, eighteen times per week. And when these woman objected, they were gaslight and chastised for wrongthink. That's that sh*t ha make my booty itch. Look, what you go in your pants is your business unless we agree that you want to make it mine. I don't care about your pronouns or how you identify. That's your thing, not mine. That said, I'm not so much of a dick that I'll just purposely misgender or persecute you for your own life choices. I'm a giant black dude. I know what it feels like to be disenfranchised by society. Wanting to be recognized for who you are, to live your truth freely and without persecution, is a very understandable, very human, thing. I get that. However, when your truth infringes and causes harm to someone else, you need to reevaluate your position. Lia couldn't cut it as a male athlete so, instead of holding herself accountable and putting in he work to get better, she took a year off, got an estrogen prescription, and came back to dominate as a female athlete. In doing so, she not only disrespected the spirit of competition, but literally forced herself and her very much intact penis, into a locker room full of breasts and vaginas. That dog don't hunt, son. Lia's truth caused harm to her biological female teammates. That's a fact. There's a congressional hearing about it. You're not a bigot or on the wrong side of history to feel some kind of way about this. You're not some sort of social dissident because you have to look at a dong in your women's locker room more than a dozen times a week. Lia's truth is that she is a woman. Paula Scanlan's truth is that there is a huge ass man, with a raw, floppy peen, twenty feet away from me in the space that is supposed to be devoid of dingus. Both things are true. But, if one of them wasn't, then there'd be a pervert in the girl's locker room and i think cats should probably look at it that way.

[mydarlingdahlia]

Y’all I was bored so I made a demon slayer OC

(Actually I made like 16 but these two are the main attractions okay 🥰)

Meet Charlotte (right) and Calypso! (left)

(Yes I named one of them after me deal with it 🙄🤚💅)

Warnings: mentions of SH, forced sūi¢ide, and death

Info abt them!! :)

-Her favorite color is purple, (if you can’t tell) mainly because it was her mother’s favorite color.(but she also thinks the color is really pretty)

-She always has some sort of assortments of flowers in her hair, they can be any color, but most if the time they are either purple, blue, or dark pink.

-She has a star tattoo on her left cheek, because of her father’s profession. He studied the stars, and he sometimes took her outside with him to look at the constellations and different patterns in the sky at night when it’s darkest.

-She has a flower eyepatch to cover an injury when she was younger. She had hurt herself while carelessly playing with her mother’s katana, which left her eye almost blind. She can still see out of it, but barely. She prefers to cover it up, however.

-The white streak in her hair is a form of vitiligo, but instead of it affecting her skin, like her mother, it affects her hair. (She really likes her white streak becoming she thinks it unique)

-Her mother also used to be a demon slayer, a powerful one at that, but she retired shortly after having her younger sisters. Her husband’s mysterious death also affected this decision.

-She has an older brother, and two younger twin sisters. Her brother is three years older than her, and her sisters are both five years younger. (She also has a step sister from when her mother remarried)

-At this current state and time, she is twenty-one years old, and stands at about six feet four inches. (Literally like two inches shorter than Tengen😭)

-Her skin is light compared to her mother, brother, and one of her twin sisters, who have more of a dark mocha complexion.

These are the names of her family members!

(Left to right)

Callum (🕊️), Ezra, Charlotte (herself), Larissa, Maeve, and Aurelia! (Not including the step sister because she’s a snake 🙄) (also she lives in a family of giants 😭) her sisters are short lmao

-In her free time, she enjoys casually singing to herself, or reading romance or mystery novels. She also sometimes walks through her mother’s zen garden, just listening to the quiet wind.

- She also sometimes plays games with her younger sisters, who enjoy her company when their brother won’t play with them. They mostly play hide and seek or make paintings, or just walk outside and enjoy the sun while talking.

-She became a demon slayer after her brother was ambushed by a few in the woods, but was saved by another slayer. While he was healing Charlotte when to her mother and asked to tell her more about demons and the demon slayer corps., which ended up in her mother training her to become one.

-But, since her father had died, her mother could not protect her from any suitors in her village who wanted to pursue her.

-She ended up being engaged to a snob of a man, but he ended up cheating on her with her step sister. He didn’t show up to the altar anyhow, so she decided to just ditch the wedding and run away.

-She took her mother’s old katana, and ran away from the village, but not without leaving her family a note to where she was going.

-She lived aimlessly in the woods for a while, until stumbling upon a wisteria plant. She tucked it in her hair, thinking it was pretty, but didn’t know it kept demons away until one tried to attack her, then it backed away from her once it saw the wisteria in her hair.

-Fast forward to present day, she is a Hashira. She uses Dahlia breathing (something I made up 😘), and is very close to Tengen and Rengoku.

-Whenever she is on a little vacation, she always visits her family back in her home village. (Her step father and sister got kicked out ✨) She also visits the lovely little flower shop in their village, and has taken a liking to a certain florist who works there. 😏

(The florist in question) His name is Noah :)

I’m going to kms is they don’t get married and have kids together omfg

-Whenever she visits the flower shop, Noah always has a bouquet of one flowers ready for her. (Purple Dahlias, Butterfly Snapdragons, Fuchsias, Orchids, or Forget-Me-Nots.)

-Mitsuri and Shinobu always tease her whenever she brings home a bouquet, saying that they want to meet her “secret flower supplier”. She always gets embarrassed when they ask and gets all flustered.

-She is very close to the butterfly children (Kanao, Aoi, Kiyo, Naho, and Sumi), and often spends time with them. They remind her of her younger sisters, and make her feel less homesick.

-On stormy nights, mainly when Shinobu is away, she often goes to comfort them. The butterfly triplets always beg her to read them a story, while Kanao and Aoi prefer to hear her sing them a lullaby. She usually ends up doing both, and they’re all asleep right as the song ends.

-She was one of the last Hashira alive, and often spent her days visiting Uzui and Giyuu. Sanemi came to visit a few times, mainly to reconcile for the past.

-Calypso is, you guessed it, a demon. She is a purebred demon, which means she was born and conceived by one. No one is sure if her age, family, or origin, however.

-It is believed she has some sort of tie or connection to Charlotte Takahashi, whether spiritually or by blood, no one is really sure or has come up with an answer.

-Her blood demon art is “Starlit Frontier” (Referring to space). Some abilities include; Siren Song, Zero Gravity, Supermassive Star, Cosmic Blind, and Universal Pressure. I’ll explain each of these abilities.

-Siren Song is used for hypnosis/manipulation. She can use her voice to put anyone, demon or slayer, into a sort of dazed or hazy state. The sound of her voice will be irresistible to them, making her able to control them very easily. She can make them do absolutely anything she wants, including snapping their own necks. She rarely uses it, though.

-Zero Gravity is pretty self explanatory. She can either make everything around her float and use it to her advantage, or make herself float. She uses this one a lot, mainly because she likes floating in the air and flying around.

-Supermassive star is one of her more dangerous abilities. She can fuse her hands together and make a ball of light, sometimes as hot as the sun and as heavy as a neutron star, and stretch it to mass quantities. She doesn’t exceed more than five feet, however, since the results would otherwise be catastrophic.

-Cosmic blind is an ability where she can flash someone with immensely bright light and temporarily blind them, or make them permanently blind. Whichever she chooses. She can control how bright the light is, and how the results pay out.

-Universal Pressure is also very dangerous. She barely uses this one except in very, very dire circumstances. How this ability works is that she can build up energy inside her and trace it down to her hands, and she directs them at her target and then the ground. What happens is that her target feels an immense amount of pressure on top of them. Sometimes it’s not enough to break bones, but other times it can turn her desired victim into meat putty in moments.

-Calypso prefers to use her more harmless abilities, like Siren Song and Zero Gravity.

- It is widely believed that she has a strong fascination with a certain demon she met in the forest. The two of them are very close.

Going to jump off a cliff if they don’t get married

-If I’m being honest, her personality does not fit her power. 😭 She’s introverted, and actually very shy. She likes to remain quiet and is quite skittish. She’s surprisingly powerful. And she’s also not very good at socializing.

-She often likes to find open areas of land (preferably a beach) to gaze up at the stars and planets. She could sit for hours in one spot, just gazing at the night sky. She has memorized every constellation to be seen, and knows what stars appear in which season. She also happens to know when certain planets align.

-There tells of a legend of a demon who fell from the stars, who was given extraordinary gifts. She felt back when earth was still a young planet. After many eons alone, she found a lover. They went on to have many children and descendants, who would become powerful and revered.

-Calypso was born in that line. No one can trace her back to her direct family members, only to the demon who fell from the stars. Charlotte Takahashi was born around the time when Calypso was, as well. Her blood can also be traced back to Calypso’s ancestor.

-Her pupils are meant to signify a broken heart, hence the line in the middle of them. Her eye color represents the dark void of space and the galaxies and universes in it.

-Her horns are meant to signify the zodiac sign Aries, the Ram. Which also happens to be her zodiac. (And Charlotte’s) (irl and my OC)

-Her hair is a mixture of purple and dirty blonde, the purple is said to be tied with her connection to space and other galaxies, while the dirty blonde is her regular hair color.

-Her skin is a purple-ish hue, and if touched, it feels like the petals of a fresh dahlia flower basking in the sun. She also emits a light, sweet lavender scent from her person at all times.

-Her flower crown was a gift from the demon she befriended. She now wears it wherever she goes.

-She has a birthmark in the shape of a star, and a scar on her right eye, along with a little white streaking through her hair. (Similar to Charlotte Takahashi…)

-Her claws are made of pure obsidian, and each have an amethyst tip at the end of them. Very sharp. One swipe can cut a hand clean off, bone and all.

-Her tail can kind of be used as a third hand. She can grab things with it and can use it in combat. (Usually for balance, or as a whip)

-She wears a shortened version of a kimono, (she ripped off the bottom half to have better movement in combat) and has a breastplate underneath it.

-Her gloves (wrist sleeves?) cover up the scars of SH. She rarely takes off her gloves anymore, mainly because she doesn’t want anyone to find out or know.

-She made her shoes herself, and wanted to make them look “stellar!” as she put it. (Hence the stars in them. Cause you know- stellar? star?)

-The scars and cuts on her legs are mainly from previous encounters with various demon slayers. And also from how clumsy she can be from running through the woods.

That’s all for now! I hope you guys like them. And if you do, maybe I can post some content about them! If you’d like. :)

@meowzfordayz I just wanna give Calypso a big hug SHES SO ADORABLE WAAAAAAAA

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #my ocs #charlotte’s a lil delulu #lore i guess

[arlenschumer]

TONIGHT on ME-TV @ 12:30am EST, one of the GREAT episodes of THE TWILIGHT ZONE: “A WORLD OF ONE’S OWN” (Written by Richard Matheson, directed by Ralph Nelson, originally broadcast July 1, 1960) The last episode of The Twilight Zone’s immortal first season, “A World of His Own” is writer Matheson’s lighter-hearted sister episode to his parallel-themed “A World of Difference.” Here, a playwright, Gregory West (Keenan Wynn, who worked with Serling four years earlier on “Requiem for a Heavyweight”) brings his characters to flesh and blood life by speaking them into literal existence via his tape recorder. The contrast between West's wife and his conjured mistress is as clear-cut as Archie Comics’ Betty is from Veronica; Matheson even gave them the analogous names Mary (the blonde mistress) and Victoria (the brunette wife). Revealed through Matheson’s sharp dialogue is the history of Gregory’s marriage to Victoria, that Matheson sees as the plight of many a young man: they search for the “perfect” woman, and if they think they’ve found one, up on a pedestal they put them—which only ends up diminishing themselves as inferior. West even admits to Victoria, “I feel so inadequate compared to you,” adding bluntly, “like a worm.” So West creates his ideal mistress descriptively on his tape recorder, written by Matheson as the wish-fulfillment woman of the post-Playboy, pre-Women’s Liberation American male: “Her name is Mary. She’s thirty, five feet-six inches, blonde hair, nicely built, clear complexion. She’s a plain, unassuming female, with that inner quality of loveliness that makes a woman truly beautiful. She is dressed in a soft pink blouse, old-fashioned brooch, flowing skirt. Her hair is attractively arranged. She is in her husband’s study, preparing him a drink.” Over six decades later, that rather reactionary description of the ideal woman/wife is still one that the bulk of American men who identify as conservative—and plenty who don’t—desire as much as Gregory West did. They just wish they, too, had a magic Twilight Zone tape recorder. arlenschumer.com/twilight-zone #thetwilightzone #rodserling #richardmatheson #arlenschumer @dgareps @bearmanor.media https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp-ZqFLMxL5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thetwilightzone #rodserling #richardmatheson #arlenschumer

[eepy-pleepy]

It’s Not Everest (No Vacancy)

The neon “NO” is hidden behind an overgrown shrub, so Dean pulls the Impala into the motel parking lot before they can see that it is, in fact, lit.

“Awesome.” Dean says in a tone that clearly doesn’t think so, and whips the car around to pull back onto the dark road. They immediately hit a pothole and Sam’s head bumps the ceiling.

“Ow, wait, Dean, we didn't go check with the office, maybe they just left the sign lit because they can’t freaking see it–”

“No, Sam, every goddamn motel in this godless town is full up and I don’t particularly feel like walking into another musty fucking office just to have them tell me I need to learn how to read. It’s too damn late, I’m too damn tired, I’m just gonna find a pull-off where the cops won’t feel the need to be our 5AM wake-up call and we’re sleeping in Baby. Fuck it.” He emphasizes the last sentence by throwing the car into park, all seventeen feet of shiny black metal successfully hidden behind a bank of tall, scraggly shrubs off the shoulder of the road. Dean kills the engine and the early summer evening rises to fill the silence with the musical stylings of several hundred crickets.

“Dean.”

“We’ve done it before, Sam.”

“I know we have. What about Cas?”

Dean looks over at the passenger’s side. Sitting shotgun, Cas looks back at him, his eyes just a dark glint in the moonlight.

“I can just... keep watch outside.” He says.

“Bad fucking idea.” Dean snaps. “I wake up in the middle of the night and see you out there lurking, I might shoot you between the eyes. You’re staying in the damn car.”

“Dean, there’s not enough roo–”

“Look, Sammy, passing out is passing out, sitting or lying down. This is a molehill, not Everest. I just need my four hours, damn.”

Dean crams up against the driver’s side door, crossing his arms over his chest, leaning his bent knees against the back of the seat between himself and Cas. He’ll worry about bootprints on the leather upholstery when he isn’t so fucking exhausted.

“Jerk.” Sam mutters from the backseat, almost inaudible.

“Goodnight, bitch.”

“Goodnight, Dean. Sam.” Cas murmurs.

“Don’t make it weird, Cas.”

"Goodnight, Cas."

"Thank you, Sam."

Dean gives a little huff through his nose. Cas folds his hands in his lap and turns his head forward to watch the fireflies.

Dean doesn’t like it when Cas watches him sleep. Cas knows this.

But if he doesn't want eyes on him, he shouldn’t be drawing so much attention to himself. This is the fourth time inside of an hour that he’s shifted around, clearly uncomfortable with his sleeping arrangement, six feet of full-grown man trying to figure out how to make three feet work for him.

It's clearly not working out.

Dean's head has fallen against Castiel’s arm. He’s snoring gently, Cas can feel his breath warm through the sleeve of his trench coat.

He shuts his eyes. Pulls his focus down to just this, the upper lefthand side of his body. Feels the weight of Dean's head, the unyielding shape of his skull, the softness of his cheek. Cas turns his head towards him, just to better assess the situation. Not at all to feel the soft tickle of Dean’s hair against his nose and lips. That’s just an... accidental consequence.

Cas feels too big for his own skin. It’s something a multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent should be entirely familiar with, but this isn't the feeling of cramming a Chrysler building into a 5-foot-11-inch frame.

This is bigger than that.

The slump of Dean’s body across the seat means that his head is the only thing supported, and it has his neck at a bad angle. If Dean's an angry sleeper, he's even worse with a crick in his neck and Cas doesn't love the idea of being stuck in a car with that tomorrow. He can't pull Dean more flush against his side without the risk of waking him and sending him into a conniption of bruised heterosexuality, so instead, he carefully lifts his arm. It works perfectly: Dean slides forward, falling to lying down with his head in Cas' lap.

The effect is immediate. The uncomfortable pinch between Dean's brows smooths away and he takes a deep, slow breath, settling against his new pillow and sinking into an easier sleep.

Cas hasn't realized he's smiling, yet. It's a tiny, soft thing, the one he gets when he's looking at something precious.

He is.

The moonlight catches the sweep of Dean's eyelashes, the top of his cheek, the shell of his ear, gilding them silver. His lips are parted, plush and dark in the contrast of the pale light. He's slightly curled up on the bench seat and Cas knows it's to fit the small space but that doesn't mean it's not the most fucking endearing thing he's ever seen.

The short hair over Dean's ear is mussed from the way he was slumped like a grumpy turtle past the collars of his shirt and jacket. Delicate, Cas brushes it right again.

Dean shifts, pressing up into his ghost of a touch. Cas draws back, afraid he's been caught doing something definitely not on Dean's approved list of Things Just Friends Do, but Dean doesn't wake. Cas' hand hovers.

He shouldn't. He should return to looking out of the front windshield and prepare the diffusion for when Dean wakes up to find himself sleeping in Cas' lap. That's what he should do.

The trouble is, nothing short of a fucking catastrophe could pull his eyes away from this. Dean is so beautiful, so calm and easy in his slumber, and he's right here, safe and close and warm. Literally right in his lap.

Cas pets Dean's hair, feeling that dangerous constriction again, something so huge and profound it might very well burst him. Dean sleeps on.

"You should tell him."

Sam's voice from the backseat is so quiet it's barely a whisper, but it startles Cas like a gunshot. He turns his head a margin to find Sam watching him, head and shoulders against the back driver's side door, arms crossed over his chest.

"Did you say something?" Cas tries, matching Sam's barely-there whisper.

"You heard me."

"Tell him what?"

"You love him."

Cas turns his head further so he's not just looking at Sam out of his periphery. There's nothing accusatory in Sam's tone, quiet as it is, or in his posture, cramped as it may be. He looks back at Cas with nothing but the same easy camaraderie he's always shown him, like they're discussing a good book or the lovely weather, not a complete paradigm shift.

In his lap, Dean tucks one hand under Cas' thigh and nuzzles his face deeper against the fabric of his pants. Cas looks down at him again and feels ready to explode into several new galaxies.

"I can't." He breathes.

"Why not?"

"You know your brother, Sam.” Cas says, unable to stop himself from stroking light fingers through Dean’s hair again. “And I’m happy. I refuse to risk losing him in pursuit of something I don’t need from him.”

“You’re right, I do know my brother. Probably better than he’d like to believe.” Sam says. “And I think he might surprise you, given the chance.”

Cas looks back at Sam like he wants to argue, but then just closes his mouth, his jaw bunching. Sam gives a little shrug and sits forward, reaching behind himself for the door handle.

“Just some, uh… food for thought.” He says. “I’m gonna hit the head. I’ll take my time. No particular reason.”

“Sam.”

But Sam’s already unfolding out into the night air, the car rocking as his weight shifts. The crickets are suddenly much louder, invading their little bubble of quiet. In Cas’ lap, Dean twitches.

Sam shuts the car door and Dean sits bolt upright. His gun, dropped in the footwell before he fell asleep, is in his grasp in a blink.

“Sam's just gone to relieve his bladder.” Cas says next to him. Dean squints at him and sniffs, wiping at his groggy eyes, then flicks the safety back on. The gun hits the footwell again with a dull thunk.

"God. Like a damn cashew. You'd think with all that height there'd be more... storage."

Cas is carefully looking forward, and not at the red mark on Dean’s cheek that’s the same shape as the warm spot rapidly cooling on his thigh. Dean rubs at that side of his face.

“Was I…?” He clears his throat. “Uh.”

“Asleep? Yes. I thought that was the idea.”

“Lying on you.”

“You needed to stretch out.”

Dean gives a frustrated sigh. “No, Cas, man, that’s your personal space. You should have shoved me off.”

“It was easier on your neck.” Cas says, still looking straight ahead. “You weren’t bothering me.”

“That’s not the point. You gotta have boundaries.”

“What’s mine is yours, Dean. I have no qualms sharing everything I have with you.”

Dean scoffs, leaning forward over the steering wheel and tilting to pop his spine. “Jesus. You ol’ romantic.”

Cas turns his head to look at Dean. The slightly uncomfortable smirk slowly slips off of Dean’s face. His eyes drop to Cas' lips before he catches himself, and he makes a weak attempt to laugh the charge out of the air between them.

“Man, you gotta figure out your levels. Last person who looked at me like that had me thinking marriage."

“Dean, why do you say things like that?”

Dean’s shoulders shove up under his ears. “You turn eyes like that on some innocent girl she’s gonna up and devote her entire life to you, Cas, I’m just letting you know you gotta tone it down!”

“Why would I turn eyes like this on some innocent girl?”

“Because you’re doin’ it to me like you think it’s a normal thing to do!”

“Dean, maybe you need to figure out how to receive a signal without assuming the other person isn't aware of what they're broadcasting." Cas snaps, then subsides as something like fear flickers across his face.

Dean’s jaw hangs uselessly for a stunned moment.

"Cas. You–"

Cas watches him in the manner of a gazelle waiting for a sudden deadly movement. Dean's gaze flits to Cas’ lips again.

"You. Uh." He says eloquently, and his tongue darts out in a nervous motion. This makes his lips impossible to ignore, shiny and wet in the moonlight.

“It's not Everest." Cas whispers.

"It kinda fuckin' is." Dean says, hoarse.

“Forget it. You should go back to sleep.” Cas says, reaching towards Dean with two fingers. It’s his fighter’s instinct that makes Dean grab them before they can touch his forehead, but it’s something else entirely that bunches his other hand in the front of Cas’ coat and yanks him forward. Cas tumbles gracelessly on top of Dean, and Dean doesn’t give either of them time to think.

At the first touch of Dean’s lips, Cas melts. A tiny sound escapes him, not quite a sigh, not quite a moan, and he’s grasping Dean’s shoulder like it’s the only thing preventing him from falling into the footwell. Their mouths part with a soft, wet noise and Cas meets Dean’s eyes, almost too close to focus on.

His arm is pressed across Dean’s chest from his fall. He can feel Dean’s heartbeat, galloping like an outlaw with the sheriff on his tail, and he understands the feeling.

“Dean.” He croaks.

“Yeah.”

“Do that again.”

Dean nuzzles their noses together, nudges Cas’ mouth in a barely-there brush of lips. Cas touches Dean’s face, dizzy with it, feeling stubble rough on the skin of Dean's jaw. He presses forward, holding Dean’s face like the beloved thing it is, and kisses him reverently. Dean sinks against the door until he’s lying across the seats and shoves his arms up under Cas’ suit jacket, encircling his back.

The crickets play them a love song. It’s entirely lost on them.

When Sam returns, approaching the Impala with caution, he finds his brother asleep with his angel hugged against him like a large, man-shaped teddy bear. Cas glances up, clocking the motion of Sam leaning over to peer through the driver’s window, and there’s a smile on his face that Sam’s never seen on him before.

If happy was what he had been, then this? This is pure, unfiltered bliss.

Sam slides carefully into the back seat and shuts the door as gently as he can.

“I’ll save my I Told You So, but only because you look so cute.” He whispers.

“Sam.”

“Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

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#destiel #suptober21 #no vacancy #I had no intention to participate in this year's suptober but then #the prompt hit me like seventeen feet of vintage shiny black metal #oops #dean winchester #castiel #wren writes #ao3 #fanfiction #fic rec #destiel fic rec #idiots figure it out #first kiss #fluff #grumpy dean #deancas #one shot #short n sweet #HAPPY 11 MONTHS #destiel anniversary #destiel is canon

[archived-kin]

simeon with a himbo boyfriend

note from kin: once again i am writing for the boys because this fandom doesn’t have nearly enough content for them, especially for Big and Beefy Men. let them be in dating sim fandoms too!!!!!! give them more content!!!!!

anyway i’ve made you an angel since i don’t want to have to think about the deeper repercussions of what simeon dating a human would be (i mean we all know what happened to lilith when she tried it)

fandom: obey me!

character(s): male!reader, simeon, luke, belphegor, beelzebub, asmodeus, satan, leviathan, mammon, lucifer, barbatos, diavolo, solomon

pairing(s): simeon/reader but it accidentally becomes everyone/simeon’s boyfriend at some point whoops (this ended up as a pretty big block of text as a result so please let me know if you have difficulty reading it so that i can try to format it better!)

warning(s): nope!

genre: fluff!!!! fluff everywhere!!!!!!!!!

simeon thinks you’re the cutest goddamn thing in all three realms

you may be six foot four inches of muscle but to him that is six foot four inches of ADORABLE

you’re very strong so he likes to just run and jump up at you from behind and wrap his arms around your neck because he knows you won’t be fazed by it (physically anyways, emotionally is another story)

the other angels always gasp when he does this in public because it’s so far from his usual ‘poised and elegant’ thing but how is simeon NOT supposed to climb all over you like a koala when you’re so big and huggable???

simeon just really loves jumping at you like that okay

because every time he does you’ll just pause for a second and look very confused as to why your back has suddenly gotten heavier, and then you’ll turn your head, and your smile and excited little ‘simeon!!’ is to DIE for

he has to be incredibly upfront with you about what he wants because otherwise you will not understand

he has to say, word for word, “i want to sleep in the same bed as you every day” before you actually realise that that’s what he meant

the whole exchange kind of went like this:

simeon, being sappy at like seven in the morning: “i want to wake up like this all the time from now on”

you: “??? do you want me to come lie down next to you before you wake up tomorrow morning?”

simeon: “no, for the whole night”

you: “you want to wake up like this for the whole night??”

simeon: [sighs]

he also often has to be the one taking charge when it comes to physical affection  

like you’re always willing to give him hugs and carry him around and let him sleep sprawled out on your chest like a starfish and give him kisses but half the time simeon has to ask you because for some reason you just won’t do it on your own???

at one point simeon starts getting a little insecure that you don’t actually really like physical affection and are just going along with it for him

because he’s a sensible angel, he brings this up with you before jumping to conclusions

he was not prepared for you to reply that you always wait for him to confirm that he wants affection because you’re afraid that you’ll accidentally hurt him with your strength if you go for it by yourself

simeon doesn’t cry a lot but dear god did he come close that day

after that it’s just hand holding and hugs and forehead kisses galore from you and simeon couldn’t be happier

now, it’s time for a bit of backstory

you were created purely to fight during the big celestial war, which is why you are so Beefy and Stupid

the beefy is because they needed you to be both strong and intimidating, while the stupid is because they didn’t create you with anything but fist fighting in mind

during the war you were a force to be reckoned with because you could just run at and headbutt a demon and they’d immediately be flung straight out of the skies and back into the devildom

and, even better, this meant that you didn’t have to kill anyone! you could just punt them so hard that they’d be flung out of the realm where the battle’s taking place entirely

once the war was over though they didn’t really know what to do with you

you were basically just this giant baby who didn’t know how to do anything but war

so they just dumped you in a garden and told you to take care of the flowers

which was how simeon originally met you! he was taking a walk around the gardens and saw you crying over a tree that you accidentally snapped in half with your big clumsy hands

now, simeon wasn’t one to believe in love at first sight, but HOLY FUCK

if he hadn’t already been an angel in the celestial realm he’d have thought you were some divine being from the heavens

anyway long story short simeon consoled you and started helping you take care of the garden, taught you how to live a life in times of peace, spent entire nights just lying awake and thinking about your smile and your laugh and how warm your hands look to hold and how it would feel to hug you, and finally managed to confess to you without you misconstruing it as just a Friendly Act of Kindness, and now you two are the proud holders of the title Cutest Couple in The Universe

granted only asmo calls you two that but you’ll take it

speaking of asmo allow me to segue this to the rad exchange programme era

you get so sad when simeon tells you he’ll have to leave for a year

your face falls when he breaks the news and your voice is all lost and quiet when you ask, ‘does that mean i can’t see you?’

simeon is absolutely devastated

it’s like a thousand puppies and kittens are being murdered right in front of him

he nearly cries (when i say nearly i mean he does)

but he can’t back out of the exchange program now, and one year isn’t THAT much for beings that live for possibly forever, so in the end, giving you a giant hug and about a million kisses to make up for the ones you’ll miss over the coming year, simeon leaves for the devildom

he makes it about a month and a half without you before he starts getting all mopey

and you’re not doing much better up in the celestial realm

michael actually has to message simeon and ask him how to deal with you because you spend every day dejectedly shuffling around the gardens that you take care of and it’s making everyone sad just looking at you

simeon reads that message and immediately decides that either he’s going back to the celestial realm or you’re coming down to the devildom

the authorities are a little cautious about it because you’re one of the purest angels they have and they really don’t want you getting corrupted by demons

but simeon assures them that the few demons that you’ll actually be having contact with wouldn’t do that, and you’ll be under both his and lord diavolo’s protection

so you end up being allowed to join simeon in the devildom for his exchange year!!!

honestly with the way the two of you react when you see each other again you’d think you hadn’t seen each other in years

simeon runs up to you and jumps straight into your arms and you spin him around in a big hug and ahhhhhhhh it’s like a teen romance movie but with an actually compelling relationship

and so you move into his bedroom (because of course you’re still going to share one down here) and take up a temporary position as a gardener to take up time since you can’t really do school

pros: simeon now gets to see you every day again and you look very cute bustling around the devildom’s fancy gardens with a watering can and wheelbarrow. also he gets to watch you lift an entire shed and it’s the best thing he’s ever seen

cons: the others are all basically in love with you now as well

simeon’s torn between ‘why wouldn’t they be, he’s literally the most perfect being ever’ and ‘what the fuck, that’s MY boyfriend’

belphie likes you because you are similar to beel and you’re also warm and big and strong so he can take naps on you and you won’t be bothered in the slightest

one day simeon sees belphie just jump onto your back and start sleeping there while you’re crouched in the garden doing some weeding and he’s so stunned by the sheer audacity that he forgets to be mad about it

honestly you don’t really notice that belphie is sleeping on you until you go to get up and feel something move on your back

and then, being the dumb precious idiot you are, you just lie face first there on the lawn so that he can carry on sleeping without being disturbed

consequence: simeon nearly cries at your sweetness but is also incredibly jealous and belphie is now having Feelings that he didn’t sign up for

beel meanwhile isn’t sure how to feel about you at first because he kind of feels like you’re stealing his twin all the time, but then you make him your special candied fruits (from produce that you grew yourself) and he loves you from that point forward

also PLEASE share your workout routine with him he wants to know your secret

it turns out that you don’t really have a workout routine?? you were just made like that

though the constant exercise and heavy lifting and stuff you do as part of your daily garden-care routine (you take care of basically all of the gardens back in the celestial realm) helps as well

he’s a bit disappointed but he does like that you can pick him up without any effort

one time he asked if you were capable of it and without missing a beat you went ‘let’s find out!’ and straight up swept him off his feet

beel was fucking screaming on the inside but no can’t feel feelings that’s simeon’s boyfriend

meanwhile asmo… okay we all know the way asmo is

boy took one look at you and immediately started drooling (figuratively anyway. physically his jaw just dropped)

kudos to him though, he backs off with the flirting as soon as simeon informs everyone that you’re his partner

asmo may be the avatar of lust but he is no home wrecker (he still finds an excuse to hug you every time he sees you though because awooga, muscles)

(he does know his boundaries so simeon doesn’t mind too much)

asmo also very likes the fact that you have such a green thumb because it means you can grow the prettiest flowers and you’re always willing to trim him a few to use as accessories

at some point simeon accidentally eavesdrops in on a conversation between the two of you where you’re just gushing about what kind of flowers he likes and how you’re going to plant them everywhere in the devildom because you like it when he smiles when he sees them

CRITICAL HIT!!!!!

simeon is pretty sure he combusts on the spot, while asmo is just squealing

thus was the origin of the title ‘Cutest Couple in the Universe’

satan on the other hand is mostly disinterested in you at first

the two of you live in pretty different worlds even if you live within the a five minutes’ walk of each other. he prefers to stay locked up in his room or the library and just curl up with a good book or ten for hours on end, while you’re always outside, digging flower beds and pruning bushes and cleaning fences and walls and basically doing every other little bit of manual labour that none of the brothers could be bothered to do before

he does note that you’re pretty good at what you do but that’s about it

until one day

you’re just pottering about in the garden outside the house of lamentation doing your angelic gardener thing when the stray cat that satan’s secretly been feeding for the past month or so comes by for its usual afternoon meal

satan has the window overlooking the garden so he quickly spots its ginger fur as well as you staring directly at it, and he immediately panics because what if you scare it away with your intimidating stature???

(yes, part of the reason satan doesn’t acknowledge you before this is because he was kind of scared of you and your muscles that he heard could punt beings out of entire realms back in your hey-day)

so he quickly dumps his book (though not without carefully bookmarking his place first) and rushes down to the garden in hopes of salvaging the situation, only to find you lying face first on the grass once again, though this time it’s not his little brother on your back

it’s the cat, who is purring like a little motor and aggressively kneading its paws against your back

satan can’t even see your face in this moment but he still basically gets cupid-shot in the heart because this is the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he has to force himself to calm down for a bit before he approaches lest he get overexcited and accidentally incur simeon’s wrath in the process

anyway after that satan makes a beeline for you every time he sees you and learns that you are an Absolute Idiot, but it just makes him like you even more

if satan was intimidated by you at first though, levi is downright terrified

you look like you could snap him in half with a single punch

he doesn’t try to talk to you at all for the first few weeks because how could he possibly find common ground to talk to you about?? you probably hunt dragons and eat rocks or something in your spare time

it isn’t until satan brings you up one day and mentions that you are incredibly dumb of the ass and probably couldn’t hurt a fly even if you tried that levi even entertains the idea of befriending you

he’s still not making the first move though

but it turns out that he doesn’t have to! one day you just show up at his bedroom door holding a giant crate of his latest akuzon haul

turns it got dropped off at the local post office after traffic problems and you volunteered to go pick it up and bring it back

anyway levi thanks you and starts unpacking his stuff, expecting you to leave in silence, but then he looks over and sees you just standing in front of his tv and staring at it

he’d been playing some battle platformer to pass the time before you showed up, and while levi himself doesn’t consider it particularly remarkable, you’re absolutely fascinated

being a gardener in the celestial realm you’ve never really had experience with this kind of thing, and you’re even more tech-illiterate than simeon, so what you’re seeing is basically like magic to you

so levi takes it upon himself to teach you as much about the art of gaming as he can in the short span of the next four hours before simeon gets home from a meeting of some kind and you inevitably immediately run off to greet him

you learn the basics relatively quickly but you’re still pretty awful at it

levi loses count of the amount of times you’ve accidentally run right off the end of the platform and fallen to your death once it reaches thirty two

it’s pretty much the most he’s laughed in, like, forever

congratulations! you have gained a new member in your party! levi will now follow you to the ends of the earth because you are the first person he feels like he can just be totally at ease around without being judged at all and just have fun with

(once, after you leave another gaming session to go cuddle with your boyfriend in the garden, levi catches himself thinking that ‘it isn’t fair that simeon gets to date him’ and has to do some serious self assessment)

mammon meanwhile has none of the reverence for you that his brother does

the amount of times he’s tried to rope you into his money-making schemes (which never work because he fails to realise that you are incapable of doing anything malicious in the slightest) is honestly just embarrassing at this point

simeon has to step in more than a couple of times because honestly mammon could ask you for your wallet and you’d probably just give it to him without another thought

that being said your wallet wouldn’t be much use because you never have any money

you just don’t understand the concept of exchanging money for goods and/or services so you never see any need for it

that being said, simeon does give you some money every time you go out into town on your own because something will inevitably catch your eye and you’ll suddenly realise that you just cannot live without it

the thing is simeon spoils you ridiculously so he always gives you way more money than would be considered a reasonable allowance

which means all mammon has to do is tag along and ask you nicely and you’ll probably buy him anything he wants

he does this a couple of times but then stops because he actually starts feeling bad about it

something just doesn’t sit right with him when he’s walking around with a bunch of shiny new things you’ve bought him with money that was meant to be spent on you while the only thing you’ve bought of your own volition is a pack of chocolate lollipops shaped like rabbits to share with simeon and luke

he may be the demonic avatar of greed but even he has a line that he won’t cross

he makes up for it by buying you things instead

nothing too expensive (he’s still mammon after all), just little things like sweets or bulbs for flowers you haven’t tried planting yet or food colouring for you to use for your candied fruits

speaking of those candied fruits, guess who loves and would probably kill a man for them?

lucifer

man may not seem like it but he has a hell of a sweet tooth

there was a bit of tension between the two of you when you first met (well there was tension from lucifer anyway) because he’d never met you like he had simeon and luke and had no idea what you were like

plus he’d heard about how you’re everyone’s favourite now back in the celestial realm and the little piece of him that still misses his life as an angel is a little petty about it

but then he interacts with you more and he realises that that favouritism is absolutely deserved

he will not admit it but he has wondered what being carried by you would feel like on multiple occasions

figures out how to read you really well which isn’t much of an achievement when you wear every single feeling you have on your sleeve but it still brings him a bit of satisfaction when he notices something that simeon doesn’t

he may be a pridey mcprideface but he is willing to give up a bit of that pride by pretending he can’t carry something heavy so that he can watch you do it

simeon acts like he doesn’t notice this but he absolutely does and he doesn’t know if he should tease lucifer about it or whack him over the head with a newspaper for it

all that aside though, much like simeon,  lucifer also thinks you’re just the cutest

he comes across you building a pillow fortress in the middle of the house of lamentation’s living room one day and is understandably like “what are you doing in my house and what are you doing with those pillows”

you explain very seriously that satan asked you for help in an apparently pre-arranged pillow fight with mammon and that every warrior needs a well-protected base of operations and offer to show him all the optimised battle features somehow recreated from nothing but cushions and blankets and chairs 

lucifer’s heart goes d o k i  d o k i

he also has experience with Big and Dumb men from dealing with both beel and diavolo (when the three of you are together it’s just himbo3) so the stupid doesn’t bother him much

speaking of diavolo (wow i am nailing all of these transitions from character to character look at me go)

this man is basically just a grown up golden retriever boy and you are a big gentle st. bernard so the two of you get along like a house on fire

you’ve seen how much this man gushes about lucifer. now imagine that times a thousand

that is how he talks about you

honestly sometimes you’d think HE’S the one dating you

simeon would probably get defensive if he didn’t get so much whiplash from their conversations about you

diavolo: “i must say, i never would have pinned [name] as being your type”

simeon, ready to Fucking Brawl: “excuse me?”

diavolo: “though i don’t blame you, have you seen his page in that book about the celestial war? the illustration does his true beauty no justice, of course, but it’s enchanting in and of itself. to be honest i’d have loved to have seen him in action during the war, i imagine it would have been quite breath-taking to see”

simeon: “…what”

barbatos is usually just there in the background during half of these exchanges and he has to seriously stiffen up his poker face to resist just bursting into laughter

the other half of the time the conversation is just simeon and diavolo going back and forth gushing about you

barbatos honestly dislikes you a bit at first

not for any personal faults of your own! it’s just that all your garden work + your very forgetful mind means that you’re often tracking dirt everywhere

it doesn’t help that diavolo keeps inviting you over to the castle for tea and a chat and half the time you leave these big footprints on the floor and he wants to cry because he just spent four hours mopping that

he mentions it to diavolo in passing at one point, who then passes the message on to simeon

barbatos kind of gets concerned for himself because he knows simeon does not take well to you being insulted (one time a demon at the r.a.d. called you an ‘unintelligent buffoon’ and he was ready to start a fist fight right then and there)

not that it was an insult, but you never know how love can blind you to reason

but simeon just assures him not to worry and tells you to remember to clean your shoes as well as changing clothes after doing some gardening

normally you’d forget being told these things within a few hours but simeon offers to give you a kiss every time you remember to do this so now you remember every single time you’re about to enter a building after doing some gardening

after that barbatos holds no ill will to you at all

he teaches you how to bake and is honestly so endeared by how clumsy you get in the kitchen

you knock an entire container of salt into the cake mix by accident because your hands are too big and you moved too fast and barbatos is just like 🥺

he low-key babies you even though he’s like an entire two heads shorter than you

you don’t mind though because getting babied by barbatos means you get given all sorts of cakes and sweets all the time

simeon isn’t sure how to feel about it but it doesn’t seem to be the patronising kind of babying (it’s more of an affectionate doting) so he lets it happen

what he doesn’t let happen is solomon’s relentless attempts to feed you his food

you are both too dumb and too nice to realise just how bad his cooking is, but simeon knows you have a sensitive stomach and are actually a pretty fussy eater - you just tend to stay quiet when something isn’t to your liking because you don’t want to complain

having had a sample of solomon’s food himself in the past, he knows that you’ll probably get sick eating it, and he doesn’t want you to be uncomfy so he refuses to let you try even a bite

it’s like he has a radar in his head that goes off every time solomon approaches you will a bowl of ‘noodle soup’ that looks more like something he’s fished out of a nuclear waste tank

solomon, when he’s not trying to indirectly poison you, is probably the guy you spend the most time with apart from simeon and luke

he’ll just hang around nearby with a spell book while you do your gardening and show you some neat little magic tricks every now and then

he tries to help with the gardening but he’s not exactly physically strong and he nearly breaks his back trying to lift a giant bag of compost

so he decides it’s probably better for him to just watch from afar

kind of wants to conduct an experiment to see just how much weight you can lift before you start getting tired

one time he sees you cut down a whole tree with one hard swat of your hand and just walk off carrying it over your shoulder and he has to take several deep breaths

luke knew you already, so not much changes while you’re in the devildom

he really wants to learn to make candied fruits the same way you do but he can never get the hang of boiling the sugar mixture to the right heat and consistency (plus he’s kind of scared of how hot it gets)

you like to just carry him around on your shoulders and while luke would normally bristle at being treated like a child, you act like this with nearly everyone

(once he sees you running around the garden with diavolo of all people perched on your shoulders, arms raised in the air like he’s on a rollercoaster ride, and he nearly passes out on the spot)

he seriously adores you and acts like a guard dog whenever he feels like any of the others are trying to take advantage of your dim-witted naïveté because NO demons are allowed to harm his big brother like that

he will also chase them off with a stick if he has to if they get too close because no being is allowed to even remotely try to disrupt your relationship with simeon 

simeon himself is no fool, and he’s well aware of the effect you have on pretty much everyone you come across, but he trusts them because they’re his friends

besides (and he isn’t being cocky or anything), it’s not like the relationship you have with them even holds a candle to what you have with him

they’ve all known you for less than a year, he’s loved you for nearly two millennia

they might be allowed take naps on your back while you work or be carried about on your shoulders, but do they get to spend every night snuggled up in your arms, feeling your chest rise and fall with every breath you take? no, he doesn’t think so

in conclusion: one day himbos like you will probably take over the world with their big muscles and unwavering loyalty and clueless grins that could make anyone’s heart skip a beat, and simeon’s pretty sure he’d be okay with it

#obey me #obey me x reader #simeon x reader #swd simeon #fluff #obey me imagines #swd luke #swd belphegor #swd beelzebub #swd asmodeus #swd satan #swd leviathan #swd mammon #swd lucifer #swd diavolo #swd barbatos #swd solomon #male reader #this is probably my favourite thing i've written so far #we need more male mc content in this fandom #unedited

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Daddy Issues | Draco Malfoy

Wow I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disappear like that Lovelies! Sometimes I forget depression and writers block are a thing until they punch me in the face and force me to go MIA for a hundred years! I guess I’m back? I hope? Fingers crossed? Anyway, I’m sorry this isn’t a TVD fic but I figured Y’all would appreciate something over nothing. I missed you all more than I can say! I hope you enjoy, I love you all!

Description: Draco and y/n are best friends until Draco’s father threatens y/n. She avoids Draco until he confronts her.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff!Reader

Warnings: Like none, it’s kinda sad but not really, the only flaw is bad writing

Word count: 3.4k

Tags: Angst, FLUFF

(not my gif, I just love it lol)

Your heart stings from across the courtyard, the gap between you and the blonde boy tangible. For a second you don't know whether or not your heart is even in your chest anymore or if it’s in his hands. In that case your heart is sitting on a bench, sandwiched between Blaise Zabini and Vincent Crabbe. Maybe he isn’t holding your heart, though, maybe he is your heart, in which case you’re avoiding your heart’s piercing gaze. 

Your hands twitch at your sides, itching to grab his or to twist through his silky hair or do anything other than lay idle when he is only mere steps away from you. Your hands ache to touch him and usually you would be doing just that: clinging to his robes or twisting the rings around on his fingers or simply tangling your own fingers with his slender ones. Your hands feel painfully empty without him to hold on to. 

That makes sense though, he’s your best friend after all. You’re rarely ever spotted less than five feet away from each other. Everyone at Hogwarts can see how utterly entwined you are, every part of him wrapped around your finger and every part of you sitting precisely in the palm of his hand. You orbit each other, drawn in by a gravity that the rest of the student body can’t deny.

Right now, though, that gravity is being tested and everyone feels a little bit like they’re floating away. 

Draco sits exactly seventeen feet and four inches away from you. You can feel his eyes on the back of your head, like lasers, searing into your black and gold jumper and refusing to look away. It burns but you embrace it, taking any contact, even imagined, that you can get from him. Even if it hurts. You would gladly burn for the blonde Slytherin if it made him happy. This doesn’t make him happy, though, being ignored by the girl that commands his entire life. You know that, but you also know that it’s for the best. 

You run your hands through your hair, tugging on the strands relentlessly and closing your eyes. You see his father, the tall, grim man, and replay the conversation you had in your head. 

“He has a bright future ahead of him, y/n.” 

Lucious had backed you into a corner, both metaphorically and literally, the stone of the castle biting harshly into your skin, “I know that, sir.”

He stood tall, menacingly, like he was bigger than the castle itself, “he doesn’t have time for nonsense, y/n.”

Your hands trembled, the cold of the dungeon nipping at them fiercely, “he’s very bright, Mr. Malfoy, I don’t think I’m slowing him down.”

The neutral, if not cold, expression on his face switched then to one of red hot anger, “did I ask what you think? It’s time the two of you separate. He is to be married next year and not to some silly Hufflepuff girl.”

“We’re just friends, sir,” your eyes had long since found the floor.

“Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. If I catch you near him from this day on I will not hesitate to destroy you, do you understand me? Do not speak to him again.”

That was two weeks ago and you haven’t dared to go near him since, spending every waking moment of your spare time in the Hufflepuff common room. You aren’t brave, you didn’t march up to your best friend and tell him that his father threatened to destroy you. You would be lying if you said you even thought about it. The reality of it is that you’re a coward and have iced Draco out in fear of having his father hurt either of you.  

His father’s words still ring in your head. Don’t be daft, my son is infatuated with you. Your heart flutters hard in your chest, your rib cage the only barrier keeping it from finding him across the courtyard. Draco is infatuated with you. Apparently. He hasn’t said so, only his father. Still, you can’t help but hope that it’s true.

But then that makes your chest burn and palms sting again. You aren’t allowed to hope that Draco wants you. You aren’t even allowed to hope that he wants to be your friend. You’re not allowed anywhere near him, let alone allowed to kiss him. Would he even kiss you? Probably not. You tug even harder on your hair, as if pulling each strand out will somehow take the pain away. Don’t be daft.

“Y/n,” gentle hands wrap around your tight fists, “you’re hurting yourself.”

You forgot Luna was there, sitting next to you on the bench, the bench that is seventeen feet and four inches away from Draco. You let the airy Ravenclaw unravel your fingers and hold one of your hands, rubbing circles on the back of your palm. It doesn’t feel the same, her grip is too soft, her fingers too short. Draco’s fingers are longer. 

You shake your head, trying to clear the fog of him from your senses, “sorry, I know I’m not the best company right now.”

Luna only smiles at you and rolls her eyes gently, “I know it’s hard for you right now.”

Of course you told her. You weren’t able to tell Draco so you turned to Luna, your other best friend. You nod your head at the blonde girl, too tired to speak. 

“I think you should tell him though, he looks bloody miserable without you,” your eyes widen as if on their own accord.

You feel dizzy at the thought and not the good kind like when Draco spins you around. No, this is the bad kind of ‘I’m definitely going to throw up’ dizzy. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears rapidly. Thump, thump, thump. It almost sounds like footsteps, angry ones, pounding towards you. That can’t be right.

“I can’t tell him, Luna, you know that.”

A hand lands on your shoulder, warmth spreading through your jumper. You open your mouth, ready to thank Luna for relentlessly comforting you, but close it quickly when a thought hits you. You glance down to your lap, just to double check. There, on your lap rests your hand carefully wrapped up in both of Luna’s. Crap. 

“What can’t you tell me?” It takes everything in you to not let his familiar voice curl around you and pull you further into his touch.

You shift out of his hold, not turning to look at him yet, afraid to see the expression on his face. Would it be anger? Sadness? Disgust? The last one makes your heart drop, the thought of the blonde boy being repulsed by you causing you to curl into yourself slightly. You would take anything from him but that.

You stand curtly, turning to face Draco, all too aware of the lack of space between you and him. Six inches at the most, every breath he takes makes his chest brush yours. You still don’t look up at him, not anywhere ready to meet the eyes of the boy you’ve been avoiding. 

You lock your eyes on his silver and green tie, mumbling to it instead of him, “What makes you think I was talking about you, Draco?”

You finally glance up at him and wish you hadn’t. His eyes, usually a bright blue, are dull and rimmed with red. The bruises under his eyes stand out against his cheeks. He’s always had dark circles but this is extreme. He looks like he hasn’t slept in days, like he hasn’t eaten in days. It’s almost garish, but then again nothing could ever make the Slytherin Prince look anything less than perfect. He looks destroyed, almost as if his father had gotten to him too. You have to stop yourself from reaching out, choosing instead to look away again.

“Are you serious right now? Tell me this is all a joke y/n!” The courtyard goes silent when Draco raises his voice.

You squeeze your fists, the tone of his voice a punch in the gut. He never shouts at you. Draco is never anything but soft around you. Right now, however, he’s seething. No one around you dares to make a sound.

You close your eyes, trying desperately to stop a traitorous flood of tears, “Draco, please don’t do this right now.”

Draco takes a step back, as if your words had shoved him, “if not now then when? You’ve given me no choice! You run every time you see me, you don’t answer my notes. Do you even read them anymore? Can you just explain why you bloody hate me?”

His voice cracks when he says hate, like its acid in his mouth. In any way it’s acid to your ears. You could never hate Draco, it’s very much the opposite actually. You’re painfully in love with him.

“I don’t,” you have to pause to clear your throat, trying to rid the lump, “I could never hate you.”

His hand grasps you chin gently, his rings cold against your skin as he pulls your face up to meet his eyes, “then tell me what’s going on. Please.”

You squeeze your eyes close, sinking into the warmth of his palm for a moment. You can’t remember a time you’ve gone this long without the blonde boy touching you. You can’t stop the tears from trailing down your cheeks and into his palm. You can feel the hitch in his breath as if it had come from your own lungs. You wrap your own hands around his, squeezing his fingers gently before pulling them away from you.

“I can’t, Dra. We can’t do this anymore. I’m,” your voice trembles, your eyes still closed, his hand still locked in yours, “I’m not good for you. We can’t be friends.”

You release his hand, taking a few steps back from the love of your life. This time, though, he doesn’t let you get as far, taking two steps towards you for every step you take away from him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s in front of you again, closer and even more determined. His eyes burn into yours, his hands restless. You know he wants to touch you. At least, you hope he does. You want to.

“Don’t say that,” there’s a strength behind his words, one you have yet to hear until now, “don’t you dare say that! Tell me what’s going on y/n, you need to tell me! I can fix it. I can make it better whatever it is just please tell me. Please, love.”

Love. That’s new. Your heart cracks even more when he says it and maybe that’s because you know you won’t get to hear it again. You wish you could grab the word from his lips and hold on to it. You want to put it in your pocket so at least you can have a part of him, the very best part of him, for when he walked away. But you can’t, so there’s no use in trying. 

“You can’t fix it this time, Draco,” you take another step back and your back hits the rough surface of a tree.

He fills the space between the two of you once more and this time you’re stuck. Your palms continue to sting, reminding you relentlessly how much you need to touch him. You scrunch the hem of your jumper, trying desperately to quell the pain. Your wrists feel like they’re on fire, something you’ve come to realise that means you’re about to have a panic attack. He can't see that happen, you refuse to fall apart in front of him. 

Of course he notices, though. That’s your Draco, he notices everything about you. That’s his job. 

He grabs your face again, stopping you from frantically looking everywhere but him, “of course I can. When have I not fixed your problems? Remember when those Ravenclaws’ were messing with you? I took care of that, didn’t I? And Parkinson? Zabini? I took care of them too. Remember when Snape wouldn’t let you hand in your assignment because you had the flu? And the time you passed out in the stairwell? I fixed those too because I can. Because I wanted to and I do what I want. Now, all I’ve wanted for days is you so if someone said something to you I need you to tell me so I can sort them out and get my best friend back. Now.”

He stares into your eyes the entire time, daring you to turn away. You feel like you can’t breathe, your hands once again wrapped around his but this time clinging for dear life. You’ve been terrified for two weeks and the exhaustion hits you in one, whopping punch to your stomach, the second punch of the day. Without warning your legs give out, all of your weight falling into the blonde who seems to expect it. His arms wrap around you, holding you against his chest for the first time in what feels like ages.

You don’t realise that you’re sobbing until you try to speak, “Dra, I’m so scared. I’m tired,” you grip his robes in your fists, your head falling against his chest, “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, I feel like I’m falling apart.”

He pulls you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you and holding you against him. You can feel the sigh of relief he releases and his heartbeat slowing as if it’s your own. Maybe that’s because yours does the same. For the first time in weeks you’re engulfed in Draco and you cling to him, circling your arms around his waist and pulling yourself impossibly close. He wastes no time either, wrapping his cloak around you and burying his face in your neck. 

Your body shakes furiously in his arms, everything you’ve been bottling up comes pouring out in a torrent of sobs and hiccups. Draco presses closer to you, towering over you and shielding you from the rest of the world. You let his peppermint scent engulf you completely,

“For Salazar’s sake y/n I need you to tell me what’s wrong. I need to fix it, love. Please tell me,” his voice is low and choked.

He’s right, you know he’s right. You squeeze your eyes tighter and grip his back, savouring the muscles under his dress shirt for a few more seconds before you know you’ll have to let go.

“Your father told me we couldn’t see each other anymore. He told me,” you pull out of his arms, leaning back against the tree, “he said, well, it doesn’t matter what he said. We just can’t be together.” Draco’s eyes widen and your cheeks heat up, your words ringing through your ears, “I mean we can’t be friends.”

Draco steps closer to you, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. He mumbles something under his breath that you can’t hear but you’re almost positive that it’s a curse. When he opens his eyes, your heart stops. His blue eyes burn into yours, glassy and angry but with something else too, something hot and fierce. Your heart restarts when he places his arms against the tree, caging you between it and him. You can’t resist placing your hands on his chest, feeling his heartbeat pick up as well.

“What did my father say, y/n.” He isn’t asking you, he’s telling you.

You lower your eyes, not bothering to fight him anymore, “he told me he would destroy me if I kept being friends with you. He said you were getting married and that you could never marry a Hufflepuff and that he would destroy me if he had to.”

He staggers back with each word, like each one shoves him more than the last. He squeezes his fists before straightening his fingers, shoving them once more through his hair. His shoulders are tense, his back straight. His eyes are screwed shut again. 

“Bloody hell,” he pulls at his hair, biting his lip, “he’s lost his damn mind.”

You wrap your arms around yourself, tugging at your jumper, suddenly hot all over. Now is not the time to be getting riled up over Draco but you can’t help it, he looks exquisite. Messy hair and an un-tucked shirt, the veins in his hand prominent and his rings glittering in the afternoon sun. He’s absolutely and undeniably perfect.

“It’s ok, Dra, you’ll be ok,” you try your best to comfort him but he snaps his eyes open, looking at you like you’ve gone mad as well.

“My dad threatened to kill you! No I am not okay!”

This time you walk to him, pulling him into your chest again and wrapping your arms around his neck. He sweeps his arms around your waist, pulling you so close that you have to stand on your tiptoes to keep your arms around him. His hands grasp your hips tight and you immediately know what he wants. You oblige, wanting it just as much if not more, jumping up and wrapping your legs around his stomach. You tuck your face into his neck this time, breathing in the slightest hint of apples, green ones. 

You don’t speak, practically feeling the words bubbling in his chest, “My dad told you he was going to kill you, love. He threatened you and he didn’t even tell me. I am definitely not okay. I need to do something. I need to talk to him. And he told you I was getting married? He’s lucky he isn’t here. I don’t care if he’s my father, nobody talks to my girl like that.”

He’s rambling, something he does when he’s at his end. His words wrap around you, tangling with every part of you and sinking into your skin. They lull you into a daze of sorts, almost nodding off on your best friends shoulder. You don’t realise how tired you are until you’re in his arms, safe. And then it hits you, and you’re wide awake again.

“Your girl?”

You cut him off mid sentence, squeezing your legs tighter around him to bring his attention back to you.

“What did you say, love?” Draco hikes you further up his body, readjusting his grip on you.

Your cheeks flame, your neck hot. His eyes bore into yours, searching for something that you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give. His lips are so close to yours, his breath hitting your lips with every exhale. The courtyard around you fades away and Hogwarts itself holds its breath.

“Did you call me your girl, Draco?”

He doesn’t blush like you thought he would, “yes, I did. That’s what you are. Mine. And Merlin help my father for trying to take you away from me.”

You stare at him for a few seconds, letting his words sink into your flesh. They curl around your bones, laying down a warmth that you’ve been craving for longer than you can remember. He’s right. Of course he’s right, he’s Draco. You are his and you always have been. His arm around your back tightens, jostling you enough to make you cling harder to him. Your fingers find their way to the nape of his neck, tangling in his hair. He leans his head back, giving in to your touch willingly. 

He holds your gaze as your fingers weave through his silky hair, capturing you with his eyes and refusing to let go, “I’m yours, Draco. Please don’t let me go.”

He leans his forehead against yours, “never, love.”

Hogwarts releases the breath it had been holding, the noise of the courtyard once more fluttering around you. You go to get down from Draco but he stops you, tightening his arms. You only shake your head and smile, letting the sunshine warm your face.

Your heart aches slightly still though, “what are we going to do about your father, Dra?

He starts walking, the sudden movement causing you to tug his hair a little harder.

His voice is strained when he finally answers, leaning down to rub his cheek against your head, “just let me handle that, ok?” 

You give in, for now, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes for the final time, “where are we going, Dra?”

“We, my love, are going to take a very much needed nap.” 

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