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dracowars · 2 years ago

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hello!! can you do something with reader and draco as aurors and he’s been pining for her but she’s never really thought about it/is in a relationship/just broke up w someone etc. and he protects her on a mission or something and she realizes how much he cares for her and kind of a slow burn situation? post hogwarts and kinda fluffy & angsty (from draco atleast)

work buddy | draco malfoy

pairing: auror!draco x auror!reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where draco and y/n work together as aurors

a/n: i hope you enjoy! feedback is always appreciated <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„Why were we chosen for such a task?!”, Draco snarls, walking a few steps behind you, sulking. With every step he takes, the branches break beneath his weight and the leaves rustle. “What even is the point of having a gamekeeper or Keeper of the Grounds of Hogwarts?! This school hasn’t changed a single bit-”

“Can you do anything other than complaining all the time? Seriously”, you interrupt him annoyed and turn in his direction, stopping him in his steps. “Just think of the good old days and stop waking up the critters that live in this forest!”

The Forbidden Forest has always been a place you have happily avoided. Back then when you were still going to school, and now as well. Unfortunately, you have been sent to Hogwarts as Aurors to track down and eliminate a werewolf who has holed up somewhere around here. What this elimination looks like? You have to see when you get to it.

Draco and you already knew each other from your school days, but you never had much to do with each other. It is only in the last few years that you have noticed him more often and you have met every now and then, often at moments when you would have preferred to avoid him. At the time, your friends persuaded you that he was deliberately looking for you because he felt something for you. Which of course was not true, it is ridiculous, but because of the constant comments from your close friends, you eventually got into it and developed feelings for him yourself. Which should have never happened.

Those feelings actually did not last that long anyway, because shortly after that Draco became a Death Eater and was responsible for many terrible things that happened at Hogwarts and in the entire Wizarding World. That is why you never thought that after you graduated, after all evil was wiped out and banished, you would see him again in the Ministry of Magic’s entrance exam to become an Auror.

The one who followed the pure evil suddenly wanted to hunt it down, how ironic.

That is why you are here now, the two of you, alone, in the forest, because you obviously know the terrain better than any other Auror currently active. Why they did not send Hagrid, you did not dare to ask.

“You know, I think you are right. I should enjoy the time I get to spend with you alone”, Draco agrees, hands proudly on his hips as you turn away, head shaking, and continue through the thick moss, with Draco close behind. “Besides, I really have a wonderful view here.”

“Oh wow. You are still just as bad as you used to be”, you chuckle humorlessly, but decide to not say anything else and you keep walking straight ahead, even though you can feel his burning gaze on you. Your former self would probably have sunk into the ground with embarrassment, but not only Draco has changed, but you did too. Somewhere deep inside, those old feelings you once had for him are still hidden, locked up, but so much has happened in the meantime that it will never grow into something more. And that is good.

“Why exactly are we looking for that creature in the middle of the night again?”, Draco asks seriously, interrupting himself every so often when he nearly trips over a root on the ground.

“Well, if you were paying attention back in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you would know how to deal with a werewolf. And that they love the full moon”, you explain, a little know-it-all. “Oh wait, no. Every child knows about the full moon, my bad.”

“And you are still as snippy as you used to be”, Draco chuckles softly behind you. “One of the reasons I love being around you. I love that side of you, partner.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I don’t love your annoying side, partner”, you counter and the next moment you hear how he slaps his own hand firmly against his chest, right where his heart is.

“Ouch, that hurt”, he whimpers playfully, which brings a small smile to your lips that he cannot see. Draco can be really annoying and overbearing at times, but you can tell he has changed. He is not the cheeky arrogant boy from the first year anymore. He is no longer the quiet, withdrawn boy of seventh year when he was burdened with a difficult task. He has changed, for the better, and if you could choose, you would still choose him as your partner over anyone else.

“How is your boyfriend anyway? What was his name again.. Louis? Liam?”

“You mean Luke?”

“Yeah, that guy! Tell me, how are things going between you two?”, Draco demands, while you gasp as you dodge a branch with your head, holding your illuminated wand rigidly in front of you.

“We are not together anymore”, you reply as unemotionally as possible. It has been a while since you broke up, deciding that it just does not work anymore. It was a brief crush, nothing more. However, sometimes you find it difficult to accept that you will probably never find the right one for you.

“Oh- That- I am sorry, I didn’t know-”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. We just didn’t fit, that’s all.”

“I see..”, Draco clears his throat uncomfortably, apparently not expecting such an answer. In silence, you walk on, directly through the dense forest, the bright full moon above your heads partially covered by clouds. After some time, you reach a dark cave that looks like a shelter and approach it carefully. A temporary tent has been erected in front of the cave and the campfire next to it has burnt out, not even embers are left in it.

“What a nice little space- Hey! Don’t get too close!”, Draco calls you back loudly, clawing at your arm just as you were about to examine the tent more closely. “First rule of Aurors: never act rashly.”

“That is not the first rule-”

“Do you still want to risk it?!”, he asks you, almost upset, and lets go of your arm, which he had firmly in his grip before he could realize it.

“Obviously the werewolf isn’t here, Draco. I know what I am doing”, you smile provocatively and continue to look around the small camp while Draco waits in the middle by the extinguished fireplace, looking around.

Quietly, you trudge around a few fallen trees blocking the path when you suddenly discover footprints on the ground. Traces of huge claws that have dug into the damp underground.

“Draco! Look, there are tracks here!”, you call out to him, pointing at the tracks on the ground with your glowing wand. You only notice the orange eyes that suddenly light up in the bushes next to you when you hear a loud growl and a black shadow jumps on you.

Just before the giant beast can grab you, Draco throws himself at you at the last second, pulling you out of the way. Hitting the ground together in pain, some rocks and sharp branches pierce through your skin, Draco’s body beneath yours. Scrambling to your feet, shock is etched in your bones as you help Draco to his feet. Immediately, he pulls you behind him as you face the snarling werewolf.

With its orange eyes it watches you, your every move, before one of them was probably the wrong one and it jumps towards you aggressively.

“Alarte Ascendare!”, Draco yells loudly and the werewolf flies up into the air, in the opposite direction, buying you time. “RUN!”

Without hesitation and without the realization really hitting, you sprint off hand in hand, always looking behind to see if the creature is following you. Which it, of course, does. Since it is much faster on its four paws than you are on your two wobbly legs, you try to think of a solution as quickly as possible.

“Bombar-”

“No, we mustn’t hurt it! It is still a human”, you interrupt Draco, knocking down his hand in which he holds his wand. Your job is to eliminate the werewolf, but that does not mean you have to kill it.

“Arresto Momentum!”, you yell loudly and shoot the spell directly at the wolf, who gets hit and slows down accordingly. Without using any words to communicate, Draco knows exactly what to do next.

“Incarcerous!”, he shouts and in the next moment, thick ropes, which are conjured from thin air, wrap themselves around the werewolf’s body, around its legs, thus making it unable to move. Additionally, it is weakened by the slowdown spell, which is why it does not try to defend itself against the tight bonds.

You exhale with relief and put your hands on your knees, exhausted from the chase but glad that everything turned out alright after all.

“Y/N! You are bleeding!”, you hear Draco say worriedly, causing you to shift your gaze from the creature on the ground to him. In irritation you watch as he comes up to you and strokes your cheeks, where a branch must have hit you, tearing your skin, with the sleeve of his coat. You watch intensely as he scans your face for more injuries, the tips of your noses almost touching, making your heart skip a beat.

As your eyes meet, it feels like the world stands still for a brief moment. The wind blows through the branches, rustling through the leaves, and through your hair. Silence spreads in the forest, the stars and moon shining bright above your heads. The next moment, however, the world continues to spin as usual as Draco backs away from you, leaving only a warm spot on your skin which you subconsciously touch with your fingers.

“Thank you”, you say softly while he looks at you with wide eyes, as if he cannot comprehend how close you were just mere seconds ago.

“Are you.. hurt anywhere else?”, he asks, still concerned, his eyes fixed on your clothes, destroyed by the branches while his own probably does not look any better. Running your hands over yourself to make sure you have not seriously injured yourself, you shake your head. Draco looks quite relived at this, which elicits a giggle from you at the most inopportune moment ever.

“What?”

“Sorry, I just can’t believe you care so much about me”, you smile to yourself. It was supposed to be a joke, but it did not sound like it. You do not know what made you say this after you were just chased by a werewolf who could have killed you with one bite or transform you. It just came to your mind, and you said it.

“I- Well, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“I think it’s a nice feeling. Knowing that there is someone who cares about you.”

“I always care about you”, Draco mumbles so softly that you can barely hear it, which is why you ask him to repeat his words.

“Doesn’t matter. Not that important”, Draco brushes you off quickly, looking straight at you while clenching his fists as he makes up his mind. “Honestly, no, it is important. You are permanently on my mind, Y/N. I can’t think of anything else, back then I couldn’t think of anyone else. You are such a stunning person, and I would do anything to make you happy.”

Completely taken by surprise by his sudden confession, you look at him with wide eyes. Unfortunately, this reaction gives him the wrong impression and just as he is about to turn away in embarrassment, you grab his arm and make him look at you.

“I wish you would have told me that much sooner.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I think I feel the same way about you, Draco.”

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eviesmyspiritanimal · 5 years ago

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A Darned Good Dream to Have

Summary: During his engagement party with Mal, Ben is having some hard times coping with a stubborn, lasting affection that he just can’t seem to rid himself of. He resolves to tell her if only to let it go for himself. Bal and Bevie, and it’s a little angsty so enjoy it, all you gluttons for punishment. XD It’s totally separate from my other fanfics, so call it a little experiment.

Ben laughed as he spun Mal around in his arms.

“So, husband-to-be, how are you?” Mal asked him. Ben leaned in and kissed her nose with a smile.

“Well, my wife-to-be, I am doing quite splendidly. It might be because of the company I keep,” he winked, and Mal rolled her eyes, enjoying his cheesiness despite her dismissal.

“Now, now, Chad’s going to be jealous if you keep it up. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were old Charming’s long-lost son,” Mal ribbed with a grin and Ben lovingly eyed her.

Ben couldn’t be luckier. Mal was a shining beacon of beauty- his gorgeous soon-to-be queen. It was a miracle to have found her and had such a connection with her that he did. Mal was truly a blessing to him and he was looking so forward to spending the rest of his life with her.

However, and he hoped his girl did not notice, his eyes did wander that night to someone that he most assuredly should not have been looking at on the day of his own engagement party. A good fiancé would not have done it. A good man would not have done it.

But he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of the absolutely stunning bluenette in the room.

Evie had an entirely different shine than Mal had. When she smiled, she practically glowed with fondness and kindness that was entirely unique to her. Every contour of her face practically screamed the innate love that was so limitless and abundant.

Ben loved Mal, but when he saw Evie, his heart skipped a beat in that frustrating flighty pattern that he tried so hard to keep away. Because that flutter was not right. It was not meant to be.

“Ben, I’ve got to go to the bathroom, and I’ve got to go figure out what happened to Jay and drag his sorry butt here,” Mal informed him. Ben nodded, bowing deeply and kissing her hand tenderly.

She grinned at him with pure, unadulterated joy, and she hurried off in the opposite direction, disappearing in the crowd.

Ben’s smile slowly faded when she was out of sight, his heart dropping somewhat as he realized that he had absolutely nothing to distract him from gaping at Evie. He bit his bottom lip, but before he could contemplate anything much further, the bluenette in question was making her way toward him with that sweet, easygoing grin on her face.

He was simultaneously very happy to see her and very unhappy to see her.

“Hey, you!” Evie greeted, hugging him as she approached. His eyes went wide as her arms wrapped around him and he involuntarily took in a heaping helping of the almost intoxicating flowery scent of her hair. Of course, he should’ve expected nothing less from her. She was very liberal with her physical affection when one was counted among the people that she cared about most. That was perhaps one of the things that he found most attractive about her.

Ben fortunately thought to bring his arms up to hug her in return and she quickly pulled away after just a moment, looking around for everyone.

“So, where did M go?” Evie questioned, looking around and no doubt scouring the crowd for the other girl. Ben chuckled lightly at her.

“She went to the restroom and she’s trying to contact Jay and I quote, ‘drag his sorry butt here,’” he answered, and Evie laughed at him, shaking her head.

“Yeah, that sounds just like her. Get some purple hair and perfect the inflection and we’ll never be able to tell you two apart,” Evie mussed his hair up playfully. He tried to formulate some response, but he was lost in the feeling of her fingers running through his hair.

But Ben subtly shook himself from it, however. He loved Mal dearly, and he couldn’t forsake her for someone that he didn’t feel more than an overwhelming infatuation with.

“Well, would you mind a dance in the meantime?” Ben found himself offering, if only to keep talking to her for just a moment more. Evie nodded her head easily.

“Most definitely, your Majesty,” Evie curtsied.

And so they began. Her hands in one of his own and on his arm were like fire on his skin underneath the fabric of his suit.

They moved about for a few moments, and just her little mannerisms were driving him insane, and he was beginning to regret asking her to dance.

“What’s got you lost in thought?” her silky voice came floating in his ears and he looked into her eyes, a bit overwhelmed by the so natural and boundless love that he found there.

Ben swallowed hard, knowing that he needed to get ahold of himself. Unfortunately for him, however, the only way he could foresee possibly ever overcoming the feelings was if he were to admit it aloud and confess his care for her. He knew she didn’t reciprocate his feelings and if he were to see true, definite evidence of that fact from Evie herself, he could maybe finally let her go.

“Evie, I need to be honest with you. Something that I haven’t been with Mal as I should be,” Ben murmured after several long moments as they danced, their movements offering a great mask for Ben’s feelings of guilt.

Evie tilted her head to the side, listening to him and offering her full and undivided attention.

“What is it?” Evie questioned with that undying motherly sort of calmness and understanding warming her voice as she spoke.

“I’ve… come to love you, Evie,” Ben told her finally, never one for withholding anything when it came to personal feelings regardless of how potentially uncomfortable that the other person could become as a result. Evie just smiled sweetly in response to his admission, reaching up and patting his cheek with one hand.

“Aw, you’re sweet. I love you, too,” Evie returned what she understood to be his feelings, and he could see that usual glow of fondness that she had when she looked at any of those she considered family.

Ben shook his head, his lips tightening as he looked into her honeyed mocha gaze. He brought his hand up quickly to catch hers before she dropped it away from his face. Ben somewhat shamefully looked down at the floor that was spinning between them as they went in a circle.

“Ben? What’s wrong?” Evie asked him so painfully cluelessly. He clenched his jaw a bit, trying to hold back the conflicted emotions he was feeling at this moment. This was a frustrating, sad situation that simply couldn’t be helped. He didn’t understand why he had even initiated this conversation.

But he had to finish it. He’d have no peace within him until he did.

He drug his gaze back up to her and saw all of the caring and kindness that seemed to permanently live there in her eyes.

“No, Evie, you don’t understand. I’m in love with you,” Ben finally admitted, and it almost seemed as if all of the festive sounds of the engagement party came to a complete and startlingly silent stop as Evie’s usually easily reflected emotions became nearly nonexistent and impossible to read.

She nearly stopped dancing, but she managed to recollect herself before she mis-stepped and caused them to lose formation with the other dancers. Evie gaped at him for a little while longer before her voice came out in a surprisingly calm and seemingly unaffected manner. But Ben could feel just how affected she was simply by the tightness of her hand on his arm.

“How long?”

“Since Mal left for the Isle before Cotillion,” Ben mumbled in admission, and Evie shook her head in disbelief and shock as she finally allowed some of her true emotions to shine through, pulling her hand from his grasp that held it against his cheek.

“Ben,” Evie addressed him, not truly aiming to say anything of worth to him, but simply as an expression of her astonishment.

“I love Mal,” Ben told her, trying to somehow alleviate the effect of his previous declaration. Evie almost immediately snapped to attention as soon as he spoke those words, any sign of sentimentality gone in favor of a more hardened expression.

“Keep this between us, Benjamin, or I will make you regret it. You will not break her heart pining after something that you don’t need,” Evie warned him, her eyes narrowing and her posture stiffening as she regarded him firmly. Ben shook his head sadly.

“I’m not going to. I just wanted to tell you so maybe I could let it go,” Ben explained himself and Evie huffed as her expression softened significantly.

They danced for a bit longer and he knew she was going to soon leave him and that he needed to leave her so he could have time to consider everything and forget his moment of weakness in favor of a strong relationship with his true beloved.

“Can I just kiss you once before I go?” Ben questioned, almost desperate as he gave her a pleading look. Evie shook her head almost imperceptibly as she sighed sadly. He knew it was a sadness felt for him rather than sadness rooted within her own reasons and feelings.

“Mal’s going to come back any minute, and I can’t betray her trust like that,” Evie told him, every word that passed between her lips as sure as could be. He nodded, knowing she was right and that he was wishing for what was never going to happen and that was not good for either of them.

However, just as he was about to pull away, he felt tenderly soft, warm lips on his cheek in what could easily be considered as a platonic expression of care. His face immediately started to tingle like electricity, her kiss sending jolts through his body in a way that he never imagined simply a cheek kiss could ever do.

Evie slowly pulled away from the young king, her touch gone as quickly as it had come. It was just a quick, sweet taste of the tantalizing, forbidden fruit that he would never have. Ben locked his eyes with her own. Evie’s gorgeously rouged lips curved upward in a slight smile as she shook her head, conveying everything that he needed to know in that one small gesture.

He loved Mal and it was the way it was supposed to be. He couldn’t love Evie, too. Not like that. Mal was his one true love and it was meant to be beyond a shadow of a doubt. Evie was just a wisp, almost a ghost that comes in a dream in the night.

But as Evie grinned widely and lovingly at Mal as she suddenly rematerialized from somewhere behind Evie, and Evie left the both of them to finish the dance with her gaze lingering on him, he couldn’t help but think.

Evie was a darned good dream to have.

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jikook-is-soft · 6 years ago

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JIKOOK FIC REC

I made this whole thing once before and accidentally deleted it and had to do it all over so RIP me. This time there will be less oneshots but that’s because I’ve read a fuck ton of chaptered fics this year so get ready.

ONESHOTS

The Arrangement: Jikook are roommates in the BTS dorm and often find themselves sleeping in the same bed. the problem is Jungkook keeps waking Jimin up with his morning wood. Jungkook is in denial about his gayness and Jimin is hiding his until they come up with a little plan. Jimin will help him get rid of his boners so that Kookie’s sexual frustration will go away and stop waking Jimin up in the morning simple right? This is low-key really hot but I wish it was longer.

A Knight’s Duty: Who doesn’t love a little porn with a plot am I right? Jungkook is in charge of guarding the crown prince Park Jimin, and it’s no secret that Jimin likes to get up to more than inappropriate things with the pretty knight. Read it read it read it

Thigh Highs: This one is super cute and super hot all at the same time. Jungkook comes home to find Jimin wrapped up in blankets and christmas lights. When he asks Jungkook to unwrap him he finds that Jimin is only wearing a t shirt and some thigh high socks. I swear this is some actual shit that Jikook would do, it makes me giddy.

Live in Osaka: oh boy I LIVE for this oneshot. It’s based on the iconic vlive where Tae cock blocks Jikook by coming into Jungkook’s hotel room. you know the one “Jungkookie isn’t wearing any clothes” and Jimin hiding in the bathroom, yeah that one. Anyway this fic does a good job of describing the gay chaos that was this vlive.

The Adventures of Jikook boyfriends: Okay this is precious. It’s a series of 12 oneshots in which Jikook are domestic as fuck. It’s so cute and fluffy (with the tinniest hint of smut) and definitely worth the read.

White T-shirts and Brown Timberlands: shit. yes. okay. I swear this is an emotional rollercoaster. It made me laugh and cry and smile. Jimin and Jungkook have been together for eight years and Jimin realizes that it’s finally coming to an end as he holds the divorce papers in his hands. YOU GUYS, if this doesn’t hook you right away I don’t know what will. Don’t worry it has a happy ending, but that doesn’t mean it won’t make you cry.

Okay those are the only really good oneshots that I’ve read in a while so now on to the juicy stuff, the Chaptered fics. There’s actually so many of these that I’m not sure I’ll even have time to put them all down but I’m going to try my darn best.

CHAPTERED FICS

Comfort in lies: First things first TRIGGER WARNING there is rape and non consensual activity in this fic so if that bothers you in any way this may not be the one for you. That doesn’t dominate the whole story though. It’s canon compliant and is mostly about how Jungkook and Jimin come to terms with their feelings for each other. It made me cry big time just a warning. Their relationship in this is so pure and precious and not toxic like a lot of fics. Highly recommend this one (36 chapters)

Like Fire, Like Stone: YES YES YES. This is yet another fic that made me bawl like a little child. It’s a shadow hunters AU but don’t worry you don’t need to know the show to enjoy this (I’ve never seen it and still love this fic). Jimin and Jungkook are childhood best friends that become each other’s Parabatai which is a bond made between two soldiers that connects them spiritually in order to help them in battle. The thing is parabatai are forbidden from being anything more than platonic, which is very hard for Jungkook when he starts to realize he may feel more for Jimin than he should. Please read this, it’s so good. (12 chapters)

High For This: It’s easy to grasp. Jimin is a stripper and a certain young Jungkook starts to pay for all his time. It’s here that Jungkook convinces Jimin to be his BDSM sub. This is cute and sexy and also angsty. But still good check it out (18 Chapters)

All Your Glory: Fucking yes, this is so great. Jungkook and Jimin are both from rich powerful families that also happen to be sworn enemies. The two are supposed to hate each other and they somewhat do when they aren’t fucking each other’s brains out. Fuck buddy AU meets enemies to lovers AU meets business men AU. it’s fucking good okay? Read it (11 chapters) +a second part to the series.

Whiskey: out of all the fics I’ve read in the past couple months this one stands out in my mind a lot. All I have to say is that if you read this please please listen to the music that goes with it because it’s an experience. Jimin is an omega cam boy but even with all the thirsty alphas watching him Jimin won’t ever succumb to his natural instincts, he’s independent and doesn’t need an alpha. However that changes when one of his viewers sends in his shirt and his smell sends Jimin into heat. this fucking hot and Pyscojimin has a twisted little mind that I love. (15 chapters)

crushes are the plague (and I caught your fever): Jungkook is the school bad boy and everyone knows that he has a reputation. However what people don’t know is that he’s dating the school angel and class president Park Jimin. this is so freaking cute but also really hot and I love it so much. (30 chapters)

Longing: a yearning desire: cry’s in Jikook. This is a soulmate AU in which the first words that your soulmate says to you appears on your wrist when you turn 18, unless your soulmates has already died. When Jungkook turns 18 his wrist is blank. This is really beautiful and Jimin is so soft here? I love love love this one so check it out. (11 chapters)

Cherry: AAAHHH. Good old ABO fic. This is actually the sweetest thing it gives me butterflies inside. Jimin and Jungkook are childhood neighbors and best friends. When they are young they can’t help but sent each other and nuzzle into each other’s necks even though their parents get angry and try to stop them. Jungkook likes that Jimin smells like cherries. This is so freaking good you guys. there’s fluff and smut and angst and everything nice. (25 chapters)

Where you Belong: if Daddy kink makes you uncomfortable do not read this fic. I personally find this one absolutely adorable. Jimin thinks that he may be a little and decides to sign up for a website in order to find a daddy where he meets Jungkook. (There isn’t really any age regression here it’s mostly just Jimin being fragile and soft). It’s very sweet and soft (30 chapters)

(my heart beats) for you: Oh my God this one is so freaking cute. Jungkook becomes friends with Park Jimin who gets bullied at school. He thinks Jimin is the most adorable boy he’s ever laid eyes on from the day they meet and well into their older years. This warms my heart. There’s fluff and smut here which is a perfect combo. (4 chapters)

Times Six: Okay I am SO SORRY. I know this is utter filth and completely fucking crazy but I HAD to add this fic. I don’t want to go into too many details and keep you from being surprised. Jungkook gets chosen for a super secret scientific project. As it turns out, super genius Park Jimin has succeeded in human cloning. When I say this is udder filth I really don’t say it lightly so please be cautious and good fucking luck to anyone that reads this one. (5 chapters)

Falling for you again: Okay I remember reading this but I don’t actually remember if I liked it or not. I think I might have? who knows I read too much fanfiction. Anyway Jungkook gets into a car accident that leaves him badly damaged and erases his memory, specifically the memories of his boyfriend Jimin. The tags say happy ending so I assume that this one won’t make you cry too much....(4 chapters)

Into You: I read this a long time ago but I do remember liking it. Jimin is a very famous model and Jungkook is his bodyguard, but the fans don’t have to know that they are actually much more than that. There’s fluff and there’s smut and there’s angst so what more do you want. (7 chapters)

Expiration Date: Yes yes yes, a million times yes. I’m just going to add part of the actually story summary because they can put it into words better than I can “The age old story of two people that love each other so much that they are reincarnated because their bond is stronger than death. Take that, multiply it by 20, and switch the word love with hate.” Basically Jimin and Jungkook are like the opposite of lover soulmates. They are reincarnated and in every life they find each other, but the thing is once they meet all their memories of their past lives come back and they only have three months to live before they die and have to start it all over. THIS IS SO GOOD READ IT (30 chapters)

Appetite For Stars: Okay so you’re going to read the summary for this one and go “what the fuck”, but hear me out. The first chapter is defiantly uncomfortable so let’s get that shit out of the way. The second chapter is the reason that this fic is on here and don’t worry their is no pedo shit or underage sex. The second part to this fic is something I find very interesting so don’t get turned off by the first part. I”ll let you dive into this one alone (2 chapters)

Redo: Gonna be honest don’t remember this one too well, it was pretty far back in my ao3 history. Jungkook tries to get over his ex by having a one night stand and soon finds out that that one night stand just so happens to be his new roommate. (7 chapters)

Mono no aware: Ah the old “We were married and got a divorce so I haven’t seen you in years but suddenly you show up in my life again trope”. I think you can probably guess how this one goes, I highly recommend (10 chapters)

Tastes like victory: Why are there so many fics where Jimin is like a fragile stripper? Where does that even come from? But this fic is still really good, Jungkook is an underground fighter that meets Jimin, he teaches him how to defend himself from some nasty clients. (13 chapters)

Twelve: A New Chance: This one has a very interesting concept. For every person that you fall in love with it leave a mark on your skin. Gold is the most rare meaning that person is your soulmate. Black means mutual love, you may not be destined for each other but you’ll love each other none the less, and red means unrequited love. So far Jimin has 11 red marks. (13 chapters)

Coconut Head and McThiccens: Holy SHIT. Okay this might be my favorite fic on this list. I kid you not this is one of the softest and cutest jikook fics I’ve read in my life and I can’t believe I only found it recently. Jungkook is super boring and emotionless, almost like a robot. Jimin is the asshole of the school that everyone avoids because they know that he’ll tear the shit out of them if they get too close. However, Jungkook seems to be immune to anything Jimin does no matter how hard he tries to get a reaction, it frustrates Jimin. please please please read this oh my God you won’t regret it. It’s not finished yet there are still two chapters to go, but the author is updating soon (33/35 chapters)

Alrighty I think that’s the end of this Jikook fic rec. There are more chaptered fics that I didn’t add to the list just because they weren’t special enough for me to remember/recommend. Enjoy all the jikook!

#jikook #jikook fic rec #fic rec #bts #bts fic rec #Jikook fluff #jikook smut #bts fanfiction #jikook fanfiction #here is the jikook fic rec that I promised I hope you enjoy

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bloodpacks-archive · 6 years ago

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Over Her

Word Count: 2k

Summary: He’s over her, entirely over her. But then he sees her, and he doesn’t know what to say.

Warnings: One Angsty Bitch with a happy ending. Drinking, getting drunk, being a bit hungover but the writer not actually Describing the hangover. It’s angsty with a cute and happy ending and I hope y’all enjoy!

Note: Ahhh this was requested from my prompt list! The dialogue was “i missed your laugh” and “Still remember how I like my coffee, huh?” It’s cute and!! You’ll love Tom the Bi Disaster

He sees her at one of Zendaya’s parties. It’s not out of the blue for her to be there, but when he sees her, he can feel his heart stop. She’s sitting on the arm of the couch, cup in hand as she laughs at something someone just said.

He takes note of the dress she’s wearing, and tries not to think about the fact that she wore it for their one year anniversary. But it’s a pretty red dress, and she looks absolutely amazing in it. He turns to go to the kitchen, deciding that he needs a drink.

He’s grabbing a beer from the kitchen, giving himself a moment to think about everything that’s going on around him. And really, it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. It’s been a few months, and he’s positive that he’s over her.

He’s positive that he's over the way she would smile when he would make a stupid joke. And he’s over the way she would play with the ends of her sleeves whenever she was nervous. He’s over her pretty laugh, the one that would make him want to kiss her. And he’s over her. All of her.

And there’s a flash of red in the corner of his eye. He looks up, and her eyes meet his. And he’s looking at her, a breathless smile graces her lips, and he has to stop himself from leaving the party. Because he promised Zendaya that he’d be there, and he at least has to say a quick hello to her before he can leave.

But then she walks over to him, reaching across him to grab some bottle to pour into her cup.

“Hey, didn’t know you’d be here,” She says, and her voice- her voice is so pretty. Maybe it’s slightly slurred from being a bit tipsy, and maybe it’s tired but god it’s her. And he wasn’t sure he’d ever hear it sound so nice ever again.

“Yeah, yeah, Zendaya wanted me to come,” He replies, and he sounds nervous. And he hates it. He was never nervous around her before and suddenly he doesn’t know how to act. Suddenly, he’s acutely aware of the fact that she’s not his anymore.

“Well, I’d love to catch up later? If you’re not too busy, or something,” He notices the way her voice wavers a bit, and he just wants to bring her into his arms. Wants to help her feel safe, because he knows that she can get nervous at parties and he knows that she wants to be by people who she knows all the time. He wonders if he’s still one of those people.

“Of course, I’d love to catch up,” He says, and he offers her a smile, and she returns it, looking so pretty in the way that she looks at him.

Then she leaves the kitchen, and she’s already holding onto the arm of one of her friends, laughter leaving her lips.

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It’s later, when he’s talking with Zendaya, Harrison, and Jacob that she walks in, leaning her head on Jacob’s shoulder as she joins the conversation. Jacob laughs and puts his arm around her shoulders, giving her a quick hug before she sits down on the couch by him.

And they all talk, laughing and smiling like nothing’s ever happened. And for a moment, he forgets that this isn’t how it always is. He forgets that she won’t come back home with him, and that he won’t wake up to her drinking tea while she makes his coffee. He’s pulled back into reality when he realizes that his arms aren’t wrapped around her waist. When he realizes that he walked out on her. Because he didn’t want her to wait up on him. Because he wanted her to find someone who could make her happy.

Slowly, Zendaya and Jacob leave the conversation, going to get drinks and then never really coming back. Harrison gets pulled away by a friend, and then it’s just them.

“You still working on that movie?” She asks, and he feels his heart drop a bit. He broke up with her over that stupid movie. Because he saw that she wasn’t happy, and he was too far away to do anything about it. She deserved to have someone who was there.

“No, no we wrapped up a few weeks ago. How’s everything been going with you?” He replies. She shrugs, leaning over to grab her cup from the coffee table.

“It’s been boring, school is still terrible,” She says, a breathy laugh just barely passing her lips. He smiles at her, and he forgets. He forgets what happened so he reaches over, placing his hand on top of hers. And she doesn’t move, her hand stays under his. And then he remembers that they aren’t together, and that he needs to get rid of the stupid habit he has around her.

So he slowly takes his hand away, giving her a sympathetic smile.

“I should go,” He whispers, and he goes to the kitchen to get another drink, leaving her behind.

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He’s a little drunk. His words are slurring a bit, and he finds that he’s holding onto the backs of couches a little more than he should be.

But he’s talking to her again. Which is weird, and feels a bit forbidden, because every time he’s talked to her so far tonight he feels like he messes something up. But she’s smiling at him, and when he fumbles a bit when he tries to step, she laughs. She laughs that pretty laugh and he wants to reach over and pull her in close.

“I missed your laugh,” Tom mumbles, looking up at her sweetly. And she pauses, tilting her head at him and her smile is gone. And he feels so stupid. He feels heat crawl up his neck, and he wants to leave. So he starts backing away, his balance suddenly back and he needs to get out of here. She doesn’t deserve this.

“Tom, where are you going?” She asks, and her eyebrows are furrowed prettily, and she’s reaching out to grab his arm and he’s trying not to fall back in love with her.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that I- I should go,” He replies, and he’s grabbing his keys out of his pocket. She looks at his hand and her eyes widen, and then her hand is on his wrist. He forgot how much he loved the feeling of her fingers on his skin.

“No, Tom, you can’t drive right now. My apartment is just a block away, I’ll walk you there and you can stay there tonight, okay?” And he wants to fight her. Wants to tell her that he’s fine, that he’ll be home fine. But he knows it isn’t true. So he nods, leaning a bit into her touch as she says goodbye to Zendaya and Harrison, and begins to walk him back.

The walk to her apartment is silent, and Tom’s leaning his head on her shoulder. And everything feels so normal, like it’s gone back to how it used to be without him knowing. God, how he wishes that were true.

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When he wakes up, he’s on her couch, a blanket wrapped around him. She’s sitting on the counter, sipping her tea. He slowly gets up, a headache pounding at the front of his head. He walks over to her kitchen, already feeling guilty.

“Thanks for letting me stay-“ She pushes a glass of water towards him and hands him a few pills, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Drink this first, then go brush your teeth, I have extra brushes in the cabinet. I’ll make you coffee, and after that we can talk,” Her voice lilts up a bit at the end, and he feels his heart start to race. So he nods, drinking the glass of water and takes his pills, then leaving to brush his teeth.

When he gets back to the kitchen, she’s leaning against the counter, another cup of tea in her hand, and a hot cup of coffee is sitting next to her. He grabs the mug and takes a sip, he has to stop himself from smiling when he tastes it. And it’s like he’s never left.

“Still remember how I like my coffee, huh?” He says, and he’s teasing a bit, but when she replies, any humor is lost.

“I tend to remember things that are important to me.” She looks up at him, her expression somewhere between a smile and concern.

“So,” Tom begins, leaning his elbow on the counter so he can look at her, “what did you want to talk about?”

“What’s going on with you?” She asks, and she’s not looking at him anymore. Instead, her eyes are downcast, taking interest in her socks.

“There’s nothing going on with me,“ Tom replies, and it’s almost defensively. But he knows it isn’t true. He knows that there is indeed something going on with him and it’s the fact that he fucked this entire thing up.

“No, Tom, I know there is. You- you left me saying that you wanted me to have something better but now you’re back and-“ She pauses, letting her voice fall down to a whisper as she finally looks at him, “Tom, I don’t know what to think.”

And Tom’s looking down at her, his eyebrows furrowed as he tries to make sense of everything, because he feels like anything that he might’ve thought was being built up last night all came crashing down around him.

“Tom, you wanted me to find something better but I don’t know if I can find that,” She’s whispering, but she’s frustrated and he wants to break the barrier between them, wants to wrap her in his arms and tell her that it’s okay. That he doesn’t think he’ll find something better either.

“I can’t lie to you, Tom,” She says again, and now she’s leaning her head on his shoulder. “I can’t tell you that I’m not still in love with you, because that’s not true. I’m so stupidly, madly, in love with you, even after everything that’s happened.”

Tom leans his head on top of hers, and it’s their own moment. Where they’re back where they’re supposed to be, but everything is still shattered around them, slowly being rebuilt.

“I never stopped loving you,” Tom whispers. And it’s true, because he’s not over her. He’s not over her pretty smile, or the way she laughs when he says something stupid, or the way her head feels against his shoulder. He’s not over her. He’s not over any of her. So he says it all, trying to mend the things that had been torn apart.

And he wasn’t falling back in love, because he knows that he never fell out of it. So when she turns to him, setting her mug on the counter so her fingers can lightly graze his jawline, he knows that this is all he wants to be. He knows that he shouldn’t have been anywhere else.

So he sets his coffee mug on the counter next to hers, lightly putting his hands on her waist, and he’s looking at her. All of her. Memorizing every bit of her face so he’ll never forget what he once lost. Because now, here, he hopes to have it back.

She pulls him in, wrapping her arms around his neck and he wraps his around her waist. His nose is buried in the crook of her neck, and it’s a moment that lies only with them. And Tom knows that he was never over her, and he hopes that he never will be.

When they pull away, he places a quick kiss to the top of her head, because he knows that they aren’t there yet. But they’re making they’re way back. Slowly, but surely.

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vonseal · 8 years ago

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what im weak for this week

SOOOOO i haven’t done one of these in almost a month! i think it’s high-time to get back on track again! hopefully i can come out with the next one on the 11th instead of a month later.

this is long. like srsly long. like wow. it took me an hour. i could’ve written a whole fic.

call me maybe by shinigamibutter

i’ve got this weird thing with library aus. i love them. maybe it's because libraries are elusive and mysterious to me now (i checked out a book back in middle school, i still have it on my bookshelf and im too scared to return it), but they’re something so nice about libraries. also there’s something so nice about SOCKY and MYUNGJIN and BINU all in one lil fic, holla for a dolla! this is really nice and cute and i loved reading it! <3

out of my league by koutarous

BINU!!! DRINKING TOO MUCH (bad bin)!!! i loved this prompt and @shouldveheldon did it so much justice, it’s unbelievable how good it is (but i’ve never been disappointed from her writing). the set-up is good and even if bin should lay off on the alcohol a bit, at least it got him a cute guy’s number, AMIRITE.

i’ll pick the white and fluffy clouds from the sky for you by spaceviolet (vividplum)

did you guys know im a fan of the cute fluff? did you guys know im a fan of the socky? did you guys know im a fan if you combine both those things? heck yes man, this combination was so amazing and perfect. ALSO, ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP??? im in, im so in.

Does Lonileness Ever Truly End? by MidnightsDeath

i should stop writing angsty stuff bc people take it as inspiration to make even angstier stuff and then im all sad and depressed lol. especially WHEN I STARTS HELLA CUTE WITH MYUNGJIN. thank you for writing this, and thank you for making me cry and ruin my makeup haha.

(my) hot antagonist by rubanrose

we’ve been getting this nice influx of moonrock here lately, and seal approves. i mean, tbc was basically moonrock (did you see the way bin smiled when he brought up rocky???). ALSO ANOTHER ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP, YES. and just moonbin and rocky being cute dorks together and making my heart die of fluff, wow <3

you captured my heart by binubin

some people say that the fake boyfriend au is overdone. i say it’s UNDERdone. like, seriously, i love the idea of people pretending to date and then legit falling in love (the proposal is one of my favorite movies if you guys wanted to know), and WOW IM SO HAPPY THIS ONE EXISTS! bin is a photographer and dongmin is a (un?)willing subject, and i just want you guys to read it. it’ll be six chapters of awesome sauce.

home is wherever the heart is by diametrical

NO GUYS YOU DONT UNDERSTAND THAT DOMESTIC AUS ARE JUST THE GREATEST!!!! AND MYUNGJIN???? DOMESTIC???? wow, just shoot me now, @leedeermin, bc you stole my heart already. i thought nothing could top binu domestic au, BUT THIS DID (mostly bc myungjin > everything for me, im trash, send help). thank youuuu for this, it’s all i needed in life

i get to love you by asteraa

aka, lanna still tryin to make up for making me sob over trains to busan au. well it worked. it worked so so so well. and the song choice for the end I HAVE IT ON MY PHONE BC OF THIS NOW WOW i get emo over it thank you so much. this is all around just funny and cute and heart-wrenching and fluffy and perfect.

moving on by slaymyseoul

your username conveys perfectly what you’ve done to me, @slaymyseoul: you slayed my soul. slayed it hard. slayed it nasty. and then you acted all happy in the end notes like you didn’t just slaughter a thousand hearts all at once. this binu just...all 700 words of it just ruined me for the rest of my life. you’re such a good author and it shows in my tears.

baby by beifomg

tbh now all i can think in my head is BABY whenever they call each other that, bless astro and their bitchin tunes. NAH BUT THIS FIC is so pure??? so so so pure and i just wanted to touch the screen and somehow lengthen the story with nothing but this pure moment between eunwoo and binnie. at least im so happy this was created, it’s perfection.

Let's go on an adventure! by Rach4040

BINU!!! CUTE BINUUUU!!! also rulebreaker binnie and SUDDEN RULEBREAKER EUNWOO??? i love the idea of cute, romantic teens going off in the middle of the night just to be cute and pure and getting back home in the morning and knowing they won’t get any sleep and will be utterly exhausted all day, but it’s worth it because they love each other AND THATS WHAT THIS IS!!! it’s so cute, gosh golly.

rock show by roobix

i know a few people wanted bartender jinwoo, which i might still write, but i think this one is even better than what i could ever do. it was so short and i longed for more BUT MAN what we did get was fantastic (and made me imagine bartender jinwoo, haha yessss)

oh, the stars shine by parkjinchu

the stars shine for @parkjinchu and HER BEAUTIFUL FICS!!! i missed her writing in the lull after the year we met (go check it out, go check it out on her page, wow i cry), but she’s back with DOMESTICCCCC (im so happy with all this domestic we’re getting) JINCHA!!! why is there not more jincha, they work so well together. (i’d write it but also im myungjin trash, i cant escape my hell). also cute new parents peeking over a bed at their fragile baby just warms my heart (also, relatable, how do you touch a baby without breaking him)

summer paradise by aseuteuro

nopenopenopenope. i shouldnt recommend this, so dont read it unless you want to cry at work like seal did (not safe for work, bc you CRY). it’s binu and i sorta expected it to be happy despite the angst warning in the tags (im not smart, i dont claim to be intelligent) but it WASNT, it just RIPPED MY HEART OUT, HOW DARE

colour me by heybinnie

i will be honest, i dont normally read reader-insert fics like this, but i thought, “it’s @heybinnie and she’s perfect so i bet it will be perfect.” guess what? it was. it was so dreamy and beautiful and breathtaking, and i seriously cannot wait to figure it all out! (JINWOO SELLS DRUGS, PASS IT ON)

flytrap by tinytaeil

MYUNGJIN, i thought. METAPHORS, i thought again. BEAUTIFUL WRITING WOW IM JEALOUS, i thought once more. and then it ends with my cries, why can’t jinwoo just LOVE and have HAPPINESS, why this, why the poor fly, why the amazing description and flowing narrative??? tbh, i think this fic was a flytrap.

forbidden love by jiminaddiction

MORE MOONROCK! look at us getting blessed with all this moonrock. i love this one a lot bc minhyuk is deaf and bin is colorblind, but WOW they’re so adorable and blushy around each other! each chapter that comes out makes me so happy and excited, and i can’t wait for more of it!

Loop by ContraryNonsense

WOW MAN THIS IS SO INTRIGUING!!! i dont read tags, tbh, i just click at this point when i see the description, so i didn’t expect the ending to the first chapter (then i read the tags and thought, “gotta trudge past the angst to get to the happy ending.”) and we’re ALMOST THERE!!! ONE MORE CHAPTER!!! definitely read this, pls do so, it deserve so much more hits than it’s got.

where soil lies, a new beginning blooms by @vocalpmh

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY WITCHCRAFT WHICH>????? how did i do anything to deserve this amazing piece of perfection??? i still read it a lot, it’s one of my go-tos when im feeling down, and im so blessed you gifted it to me, i just absolutely ADORE this fic. pls pls pls read, it’s pure and perfect myungjin (also butt groping, my legacy spreads)

breadtrayed by @glowingjinjin

that pun. get in my home, lanna, i need your puns. i think we had a discussion bc i actually dont like bread all that much but NO WHAT HAS BREAD EVER DONE TO ME??? or to eunwoo, who apparently can find time to bag up a bunch of bread, what a great boyfriend.

a love stronger than furniture by @glowingjinjin

stop writing funny fics to make up for train to busan, you can’t replace my broken heart. IDK THO THIS CAME CLOSE TO DOING SO!!! everything about it was perfect, and you’re so amazing with writing these cutsie fics??? (and then you’ll turn around and rip out my heart, i know you will)

witch coven au by @astrofireworks

i still havent read the newest addition, but i have it up right now to read after i post this. i love your imagination. i love your ideas, i just need to tap into your brain and steal some of this brilliance, thank you very much

UPDATED FICS FROM LAST WEEK MONTH??? -

because of hani by gachigallae - have i mentioned how much i love these kids and domestic stuff??? because i do, i truly seriously do, and i love this fic and bin’s affection for dongmin’s daughter is so cute

5+1 by heybinnie - this makes my heart wrench, but in a good way, and makes me realize how fantastic of a leader jinwoo is to these boys.

stray romance by alette - @alette-stars done did it again, stole my heart and made binnie and dongmin both all so jealous, wow this is cute

medley by sassysavagesanha (RedJusticeLibra) - QUEEN OF SOCKY!!! MORE SOCKY FOR ME!!! more socky for you if you click right now, guaranteed you’ll enjoy it

short moments by Mieun (snowsketch) - i love these cute little movements, and new chapters always make me so happy, especially the myungjin in the last chapter!

inked by jinwoosmile - i figured you out, @jinwoosmile. you tryin to get me to cry. and you succeeded, congrats, you can stop bashing my heart apart now.

leave me dreaming by desiderate - im hooked. im so so so so hooked and idk how it’ll end but im so anticipating whatever happens because it’s such good writing so i know it’ll be fantastic (even if i’ve been so sad with this lol)

the language of flowers by birdbrainberke - I LOVED THIS PROMPT so obvs i love this fic, especially bc it’s @payneinthearsenal, who really knows how to write amazing fics.!!!

and if you ever have anything you think i need to check out, hit me up with that fic, fams. i dont even care if it’s your own. i check a03 regularly, so if it’s something posted elsewhere, pls let me know!

#what makes me weak this week #i started full time hours and my brain has been mush so this is a month late oops #i'll stay on track from now on

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artificialqueens · 8 years ago

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just the two of us (hogwarts au) part eight - shalaska - pureCAMP

A/N - this is LONG AS FUCK and uh, angsty. it’s heavy. dark shit. my apologies

serious tw -

“That was horrible.” Alaska muttered, clutching her queasy stomach as she stood upright. Leaning into the Pensieve had seemed like an exciting, if a little intimidating, thing to do, but the strange journey that it took them on made Alaska feel unbelievably ill. Professor Visage gently rubbed at her back as Professor Ru began to look around the room, inquisitive. After her nausea had subsided, Alaska took a moment to properly take in her surroundings.

They appeared to be in a bedroom. Two large windows were the only source of light, as it was day, but the bleak grey skies outside made everything dull and dark, which was only accentuated by the black curtains that framed them. There was a wine-coloured rug on the floor, patterned with black, which lay in front of an ornately carved four-poster bed. A large mirror stood on the wall besides the bed, floor length and edged with real silver. Whoever the room belonged to – or whoever owned the house, it seemed – must have had a lot of money.

“Where are we?” Professor Visage asked, adjusting her bun as she watched Sharon curiously. The Slytherin girl was as quiet and nervous as she had been when Alaska had reassured her that everything would be okay. For a few seconds, she said nothing, absent-mindedly running her fingers through the white half of her hair, before clearing her throat.

“This is… my bedroom. It, uh, doesn’t look exactly like this anymore. This is an old memory.” She stuttered.

At her words, Alaska noticed that, although she could see the greyish daylight coming from the windows, the outside world was blurry, shifting and changing like the strange mist that curled around in the Pensieve. It must have been because they were inside a memory, Alaska realized. All they could see was what Sharon had seen and remembered.

“What-” Professor Ru started, but was cut off by the door slamming open.

A stout woman with harsh lines in her aged face entered the room, dressed in a cheap-looking slate dress and a stained apron. She was clearly some kind of maid, and she looked extremely unforgiving. Behind her, she held a young girl by her forearm, the skinny little thing too small to fight her away. The maid dragged her into the room and roughly flung her to the ground, staring down at her with her beady eyes.

“What have you been told about sneaking around?!” She demanded, nostrils flaring. The little girl on the floor didn’t respond.

“Answer me!”

“Not to do it!” The little girl said quickly.

The maid sneered. “And what were you told about using spells that haven’t been authorized by your parents?”

“N-Not to do it.”

“Dear, oh dear,” The maid tutted, an expression of sadistic delight on her face. She seemed to be enjoying the fear she was instilling into the tiny girl on the floor. “Lord and Lady Needles won’t like this, not one bit.”

“No!” The little girl cried, cowering. “I promise I won’t do it again, I’ll be a good girl, I will! Please don’t tell them!”

Alaska realized with a jolt that the little girl – that unbelievably small girl, with pale skin and thick eyelashes framing her wide, terror-filled blue eyes and pure black hair cascading down her back – was Sharon, many years ago. She didn’t look older than seven years old, and was heart-wrenchingly vulnerable.

“You’ll be a good girl, will you? You won’t do it again?” The maid quoted her, putting on a horrible falsetto voice to mimic Sharon’s younger voice.

“Lies!” She spat, aiming a kick at younger Sharon. She winced and let out a yelp, tears beginning to pool in her eyes.

“You say it every time. You’ll be a good girl. You won’t do it again. Are you a liar? Are Lord and Lady Needles raising a filthy liar, who’s going to run amok with contaminated blood? Are Lord and Lady Needles raising a traitor who’s going to associate herself with mudbloods and muggles, and those of impure status?”

Younger Sharon was shivering, sobbing bitterly and silently. “I won’t, I won’t, I won’t! I’ll be good, I really will! Please don’t tell them!”

“Lord and Lady Needles won’t like this at all.” The maid said ominously, and slammed the door shut as she left, locking it with one of the large keys that hung from her belt. Younger Sharon slowly rose from the floor and over to the four-poster bed, which completely dwarfed her. When she caught sight of her reflection in the tall mirror, she burst into fresh tears and buried her face in the pillow, muffling her cries.

The real Sharon watched, her lips pursed, before turning away and letting out a long, shuddering breath. Alaska’s heart ached for her, and although she knew it wasn’t much, she put her arms around Sharon’s waist and held her in her embrace. Professor Visage, who was completely choked up, placed a hand on Sharon’s back as she and Professor Ru turned to face the Slytherin girl.

“I hated her.” Sharon muttered darkly, staring at the floor. “I really fucking hated her.”

She let out a short, mirthless bark of laughter. “She’s dead now. She died last year. It’s awful of me to say, but I didn’t care in the slightest.”

Alaska bristled. Why should she care? The woman was vile, clearly, to treat such a young child that way. She shouldn’t have been able to get away with it. If there was anything Alaska could do, she would do it in an instant. But there was nothing. What was done was done. All she could do was provide some semblance of comfort in the form of her love and affection, and she knew that was a supply which would never run dry.

“Her name was Ethel, and she was a Squib that they took on as a maid, but only because she had certain… connections. She was useful. I hated her with every fibre of my being, and still do.” Sharon explained. “Hold on, it’s shifting.”

Around them, the white mist began to seep in from the edges of the room, transporting them away into the next horrific memory. Alaska groaned and clutched her middle again, the nausea lessening as she got used to the sensation, but still making her feel slightly woozy.

They landed in the same room as before, Sharon’s bedroom, only this time it was night. It must have been from the same day, because the younger Sharon was sat in the middle of her bed, the covers pulled over her legs, her face streaked with tears but a mask of stillness, like she didn’t want to betray any emotion. Judging from her change of clothes, she was in pyjamas too. A crystal chandelier overhead cast the room into golden light. Before anyone could speak, the door to Sharon’s room opened.

Another woman entered the room, but it wasn’t Ethel the cruel maid. This one was tall and stately, dressed in a long black coat that was fastened from her neck all the way to the floor. Her hair was the same midnight black as Sharon’s, styled in an impeccable updo on her head with a black netted fascinator hanging low over part of her face. Her gaze was severe, her eyes the same shade of blue as Sharon’s. She even had the same cleft in her chin. If Alaska didn’t know any better, she could’ve sworn that this woman, with her regal poise and devastating beauty, was an older, harsher Sharon. Their resemblance was uncanny.

“Lady Needles.” Professor Ru whispered, recognising the woman. Sharon nodded briefly, not tearing her eyes away from the younger version of herself, who sat rigid as Lady Needles approached the chair by her bedside.

“Sharon,” She began, her smile and her tone sickly sweet. It sent chills down Alaska’s spine, and she tightened her grip around the real Sharon’s waist.

“I heard you’ve been misbehaving again, is this true? Be very sure not to lie to me.” Lady Needles said, her words laced with danger.

“I-I didn’t…” Sharon mumbled.

“What was that?” Lady Needles replied, clearly having heard her. “We do not mumble, Sharon. We are honest. And we do not misbehave. Now, would you like to try again?”

“I…I…”

Lady Needles tutted at her. “This won’t do at all. Here,” She waved her wand, wordlessly summoning a glass barely larger than the average shot glass, filled with a clear liquid. With a movement that seemed effortlessly graceful, she offered the glass to Sharon.

“I don’t want it.” Sharon shook her head. “It tastes nasty.”

“A nasty drink for a nasty little girl.” Lady Needles said, and held the glass out again. “Drink.”

Sharon clamped her lips shut and shook her head again.

“Fine.”

Lady Needles took hold of her wand once more and wordlessly charmed the glass to hover on its own. Then, faster than Alaska had ever seen anybody move, she pinched Sharon’s nose so that she would open her mouth to breathe and forcefully grabbed her chin, wrenching her mouth open. Sharon tried to fight, utterly helpless in the situation, and Alaska watched in utter horror as Lady Needles charmed the drink to pour into her open mouth. When the glass was emptied, she released Sharon and smiled wickedly as she coughed and spluttered, her eyes watering.

“Now, Sharon.” She said, nauseatingly pleasant. “Tell me again. I heard from Ethel that you’ve been misbehaving again, is this true?”

It was as if Sharon’s tongue had been completely loosened. “Yes it is. I was bored stuck here in my room so I wandered away and went into one of the forbidden rooms to read some books that I’m not allowed to read. Then I tried to use my wand to change the colour of my hair, but Ethel caught me with the book and my wand and she punished me. I told her not to tell you.”

Instantly she regretted it, clapping her hands over her mouth as her eyes grew wide and fearful. The potion’s effects wore off and the terror that registered on Sharon’s young face broke Alaska’s heart.

Lady Needles raised her eyebrows, not at all looking surprised. “So you broke the rules and tried to lie to your own mother about it? Are you as shameful and immoral as those wretched half-bloods, the mudbloods, the dirty muggles?”

“No!” Sharon protested. “I’m not shameful or im-im-!” She shook her head, unable to pronounce ‘immoral’. “And neither are the half-bloods and the muggleborns and the muggles!”

Next to Alaska, the real Sharon lowered her head and seemed to curl into herself, disheartened by the scene in front of her. Alaska let her bury her head into her shoulder, stroking her hair and whispering inaudible words of comfort as she continued to watch.

“Is that so, Sharon? How many muggles, mudbloods and half-bloods do you happen to know?”

“N-None.” Sharon stammered.

“Exactly.” Lady Needles said. “For your own protection. Everything we do, your father and I, is for your benefit. It would serve you well not to be ungrateful. We can leave you for the wolves as easily as we protect you from harm.”

She stood up, stretching to her great height, and walked out of the room.

“Sharon-” Professor Visage began.

“Don’t.” Sharon cut her off immediately, holding up her hand. “I don’t wanna hear it. L-Let it move on.”

This time, they were stood in a long, narrow room with tall arched ceilings and enchanted gargoyles in each of the four corners. In the middle of the room, there stood a long table, splattered with blood, in which around twenty witches and wizards were gathering, their faces shrouded by hoods. Alaska shivered; they reminded her of the horrible images that were in her magical history textbook, depicting some of the worst wizard terrorists in history. It didn’t seem quite real.

“Where are you?” She asked, realising she could only see the real Sharon and not a younger version of her. Sharon pointed towards what appeared to be a tall, dark oak cabinet at the other end of the room, behind where Lady Needles was standing. Slowly, the group of four made their way closer to the table, getting the best view of the disguised wizards and Lady Needles that they could.

“What about your daughter, my lady? She’ll be getting sworn in, won’t she?” A nameless figure asked.

Lady Needles turned, ever so slightly, to face the speaker. “When she’s older, yes. At present she’s eleven, and due to start Hogwarts next week.”

Low, dark sniggers rippled from the gathered wizards. One speaker – yet another with her face obscured – spoke up.

“Hogwarts? They’ll fill her mind with all their liberal education that they teach now. You’ll want to keep her out of there.” She said.

Professor Visage shook her head, clenching her fists. On the contrary, Professor Ru didn’t seem affected by it at all. She simply watched, placing a hand on Professor Visage’s arm to placate her.

“My daughter and her education are none of your business.” Lady Needles snapped, her glare intensifying. “Hogwarts is the best school for magical education and my daughter will be continuing the family legacy as she attends. I trust that her mind won’t be tainted by her professors, but there’s years to go in which we can privately educate her as well. However, she will still be attending in order to become the strong witch she needs to be for her swearing in. That’ll happen when she’s seventeen or eighteen.”

Another figure piped up. “Eighteen? Why have our children been sworn in already? Lila and Tony are six and eight!”

“Your children are not my children.” Lady Needles answered simply.

She turned again, beginning to speak on some topic that Alaska couldn’t quite grasp, before she heard a whisper. One of the hooded figures was leaning towards another, murmuring something in their ear. Alaska could barely hear it despite her proximity – all she heard was the word ‘Sharon’ – but Lady Needles seemed to have no problem. She whipped around, pointing her wand accusingly at the speaker.

“You!” She demanded. “You’re not afraid to speak, are you? I heard my daughter’s name, please share your thoughts with us all.”

She spread her hands in a show of welcome, a glint of cold malice in her steely eyes. Sharon bit her lip at the expression, clearly having seen it many times before.

“I-I was just discussing a rumour that I heard.” The man stammered, sounding petrified. “I k-know it won’t be true…”

Lady Needles considered him. “Speak, then.”

“T-That your daughter, Sharon – she’s been rebelling. I’m sure it isn’t tru-”

Lady Needles raised one eyebrow. “Whoever you’re hearing these rumours from would make an apt spy. She has been causing trouble recently, trying to change her hair and arguing against our principals. She’ll learn in good time, and if she doesn’t…”

She twirled her wand between her fingers, graceful yet threatening at the same time. “We have our ways of persuasion.”

Alaska felt sick. She balled her fists, practically quivering, knowing her face was turning red but not particularly caring.

“Don’t.” Sharon told her gently, forcing her to unclench her muscles. “Don’t stress yourself out. It’s okay.”

Alaska shook her head. “Boo, it��s not okay! Look at this, this is crazy! What’s even happening?”

Professor Ru and Professor Visage tore their eyes away from the meeting and looked at Sharon for her explanation. The Slytherin counted her breaths, taking three long, slow ones in and out before she decided to talk.

“I guess you can kinda tell that they run a… a secret society. And it really is a society – they have codes, signals, rules, ideals. It’s like a mixture of a cult, a society and a religion. They want mass-muggle genocide, all muggleborns to be stripped of their wands, squibs to be enslaved and half-bloods to work as lesser beings. They do cruel experiments on magical creatures. They… I don’t need to say anymore than that. It’s fucking stupid.” She swore vehemently, not caring that two professors were listening to her. “My mother… she wanted me to take her place one day, when she’s too old, and until then I would just be a superior member. I’ve been acting up since I was a child, I’ve never agreed. Things are different now, obviously…”

She trailed off, seemingly having said too much. Her eyes widened, and Alaska was struck by how much Sharon looked like, well, the younger version of herself. The wide eyes reminded her painfully of the expression on seven-year-old Sharon’s face, and although nine years had passed it was alarming to see the similarities.

“What did she mean about your hair?” Professor Visage asked, but Sharon waved her away.

“It’s all bullshit. The entire Needles bloodline – we’re going back thousands of years here, even before the witch burnings – has had the same thick, dark black hair. It’s something to do with family pride and distinction, I don’t even know. Same eyes and same hair. Hence why mine looks like this.”

She ran a nervous hand through the white side of her locks, tucking it behind her ear. Alaska hadn’t even realised how intelligent Sharon could be until she listened to her speaking about her family, that low, rasping voice incomparably soothing in spite of her words. She’d always known she was clever, but this was something else.

Before any of the four could speak again, there came a loud shrieking yowl, that sounded vaguely like a cat. At the same time as their group froze, except for Sharon, the assembled witches, wizards and Lady Needles herself cocked their heads, frowning at the sound. For what seemed like the millionth time, Sharon held her breath.

Without a word, Lady Needles turned to face the cabinet behind her and flung the doors open. Alaska gasped, along with the witches and wizards gathered at the table, as she recognised the girl inside.

This Sharon must have been eleven, as Lady Needles had said. She wore a high-necked olive shirt with long sleeves, but that wasn’t what caught her attention. Her hair was the same white-and-black as it had been the day Alaska had met her – a week after this had happened, she realized. In her arms, she clutched a large Kneazle that Alaska recognised as Cerrone, who had caused all the chaos during the day. His fur and Sharon’s fingers were stained with blood that flowed from a wound in his side. She looked stricken, her mouth slightly open and her eyes round with fright. A few seconds passed where neither mother nor daughter moved an inch.

Alaska’s heart jumped into her mouth as Cerrone suddenly leapt forwards, as he had done at Phi Phi, towards Lady Needles. She stopped him mid-jump with her wand, flicking him so he landed hard against the stone wall before screeching and running away. Sharon’s arms were outstretched, frozen in her attempt to grab at the Kneazle, when Lady Needles directed her gaze back to her daughter

“Cerrone!” Sharon shouted, then looked nervously at her mother. “I-”

“Found a friend, have you?”

Sharon swallowed. “I could h-hear him meowing from one of the locked doors, so I unlocked it and found him amongst all these other animals, that had all been m-mutilated and cut up… but he was still alive, so I did what I could to rescue him.”

Even though she was stammering, it was awe-inspiring how daring she was, facing up to the towering figure as an awkwardly skinny eleven year old.

“He has a name, too?” Lady Needles challenged.

“Cerrone.” Sharon said again. “A-After the rockstar.”

“How charming.” Lady Needles watched Sharon with evil distaste. “A muggle. Sharon, you’re aware of our rules against creatures, aren’t you?”

Sharon nodded, sticking her chin out in the same obstinate way she did in lessons. “Yes, but I was reading about Kneazles and actually, they-”

Lady Needles cut her off, swiftly pressed her wand to Sharon’s neck. “Where exactly did you find the resources to read about Kneazles?!”

Sharon flattened herself against the cabinet. “I-It was in the curriculum books that I need for Hogwarts! I j-just wanted to get a h-head start, so I can carry on the l-legacy and b-be a good st-student! I swear it is, it is, it really is!”

Alaska knew immediately that Kneazles weren’t mentioned in any of the required textbooks for first years. They were only mentioned in the care of magical creatures book, which first years didn’t have access to. Thankfully, Lady Needles appeared to believe her.

“Sharon. I will tell you this once, and only once, so you’d be wise to listen.” Lady Needles threatened, pressing the tip of her wand into Sharon’s neck even further. “I will not see you with that animal again. I will not catch you sneaking around and listening in. Have I made myself explicitly clear?”

Sharon gulped. “Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes.” Sharon said defiantly.

Lady Needles narrowed her eyes. “Fine. Leave.”

She pointed towards the door in which Sharon’s beloved Cerrone had scrambled away through. Ducking her head to avoid the stares of the hooded figures, Sharon began to slowly walk towards the exit. She had taken less than five steps before her mother grabbed her by the newly-whitened section of her hair and yanked her backwards.

“You look like a filthy muggle whore with this. How dare you present yourself like this.” Her tone was low and foreboding.

Sharon rubbed gingerly at her head where Lady Needles had pulled at her, carefully avoiding where her mother’s hands were still gripping her.

“I don’t know how to change it back, there was some potion-”

Her words were cut off by a short, harsh slap that sent her to the ground. The sound echoed horribly in the narrow room, and Sharon’s bloody hands were instantly clutching at her flaming cheek, her eyes watering but her lips set in a hard line.

“Get out of my sight, you disgrace.” Lady Needles spat.

Sharon didn’t need telling twice. The young girl bolted.

The tension in the air was so thick it could have been cut by a knife. Alaska was completely incensed, seconds away from tearing forwards and attempting to beat Lady Needles to a pulp, even if it was only a memory and the real woman would not be affected. Her girlfriend – Alaska’s girlfriend, and one of her best friends for years - had been treated like this for years, and yet had still continued on with her life, laughing like normal and never mentioning the darkness that shrouded her personal life. In conversations about family, Sharon always laughed about strict rules and curfews and punishments like she lived the same life that, say, Willam lived, or Alaska. Never once had there been so much as a hint, a crack in the facade, of what really went on. Not up until now.

“So,” Sharon tried to break the ice once more. “When am I getting sent to the St. Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries psychiatric ward? Fucked up, right?”

Her joke didn’t go down too well. Alaska scowled, mainly at what had just happened, and both Professor Ru and Professor Visage frowned.

“Okay, I shouldn’t joke.” She said meekly, shuffling her feet. “But… it’s too messy to even comprehend. How else am I supposed to store this shit away? I can’t let it affect me.”

Professor Visage waved her finger. “No, Sharon. Don’t say that. Not letting it affect you is the very reason you ended up in my office sobbing your heart out over sixteen years worth of horrific pain and suffering that got gradually worse. Pretending you were fine, and telling no one until someone had an inkling that things might not be normal at home, is the exact reason you broke down in front of me.”

Alaska winced, knowing that would be a stab to Sharon’s pride. Sure enough, the Slytherin pursed her lips and folded her arms over her chest, side-eyeing Professor Visage.

“I didn’t break down.” She muttered darkly. “I just got a little upset. I didn’t fucking break down.”

Wordlessly, Alaska rubbed Sharon’s lower back, knowing it was useless but could provide the slightest bit of comfort to her.

“You were vulnerable, Sharon. Something none of us have seen before. You needed to be vulnerable for us to help you.” Professor Visage said earnestly. Professor Ru nodded in agreement.

Sharon was shaking her head before Professor Visage had even finished, her eyes famously rolling. “Great fucking idea. I’ll be vulnerable, shall I? I’ll be vulnerable when my family and their fucked-up cult of racist classists who are against everything that makes me me want me dead, shall I? I’ll be vulnerable after enduring literal torture that you most likely will never experience in your whole lifetime. I’ll be vulnerable, and in the meantime of being vulnerable I’ll just give them full access to-to-”

She had started gesturing wildly, her face flushed. In the midst of speaking, she grabbed Alaska’s hand.

“-to my girlfriend! To my friends, to my teammates, to my teachers! Sounds like a really great idea, Professor Visage, thank fuck for that!”

Professor Ru stepped forwards to intervene. “I, as well as Professor Visage, have your safety as our main priority, and in doing so we need you to be open with us so we can help you, that’s all we’re saying.”

Sharon closed her eyes, exasperated. “I don’t fucking care, I don’t fucking care.” She chanted, getting increasingly aggravated.

“Sharon, you can’t behave like this. I know-”

“Put me in a detention then, so I can break down again.” She seethed, throwing her arms up into the air.

Alaska had had enough. She cupped Sharon’s overheated face with her cool hands and stared into her eyes, her heart breaking when she saw the pain hidden in the blue irises. How had she never seen it before? How had she never realized that behind that gap-toothed smile and the husky cackle and the oceanic eyes, there lay suffering and anguish beyond belief?

“Breathe with me. Just for a second. Breathe with me.” She instructed. Sharon looked like she was going to protest, but said nothing.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re scared and angry because you’re just now realizing the weight of the situation, and you want to protect us from how badly you’ve been hurt. Whatever’s coming next, you don’t want us to see it because you’re afraid and you know it’s the worst one yet. But this is just it, Sharon. It hurts us that you’ve been hurting for so long. I love you, Sharon. I love you. And there are so many people out there who love you too. This is shitty now, but when it’s over, we can work on getting you out of that home, and into somewhere safe where you’ll be properly loved, the way you deserve to be. Don’t you get it?”

After a long pause, Sharon nodded infinitesimally. “I love you. I’m sorry. I…”

She swallowed. “I left out a lot of stuff from a few years ago because you don’t want to see it all. But this one is the worst of them all. I…I’m sorry.”

For the final time, the white mist began to curl around them. Alaska braced herself as best as she could, but she knew nothing would prepare herself for it. Just when she thought they had been encompassed in white for a little too long, the dreamy silence was pierced by a high-pitched scream, and the four of them were thrown into a scene like no other.

There were hundreds of details Alaska could’ve focused on, but all she saw was Sharon. Her girlfriend, the same age she was now, looking no different than the real version of her who clung to her hand like a vice. She was lying on her back in the centre of the floor, her arms and legs splayed outwards, her face bruised and bloody. Lady Needles and a tall, dark-haired man – Alaska could only hurriedly assume this was Lord Needles – stood over her, their wands pointed at her defenceless body. Each time one of them yelled some kind of obscenities at her, the other performed the Cruciatus curse.

Sharon screamed again, her body arching off the floor as she screwed up her face in agony. Her limbs jerked and jolted beyond her control, with endless streams of tears running down her abused face. Letting out another loose scream as the curse hit her, she arched again only to be pushed violently down by her father’s foot. In between curses, they spoke to her, letting the agony subside just a little before continuing their torture.

“NO! NO, PLEASE! DON’T DO IT AGAIN!”

Her pleas only invited cruel laughs, eliciting another dose of horrendous pain and a deafening cry.

“NO, I WON’T DO IT AGAIN! PLEASE, PLEASE STOP!” She begged, her voice sounding nothing like Sharon. If Alaska hadn’t been watching, she wouldn’t have even known that girl was her own girlfriend.

“I WON’T TELL ANYBODY, I SWEAR ON MY LIFE I WON’T! PLEASE DON’T DO IT AGAIN!” She flinched as two wands pointed in her direction yet again. “PLEASE, NO! I’M SORRY!”

Just as Sharon writhed and screamed again, a sound that tore Alaska’s heart to pieces, she blinked and was stood in Professor Ru’s office once more. Next to her, Sharon was sobbing bitterly.

“Fuck,” She whispered, wiping uselessly at her tears with her sleeves. “I’m sorry, I can’t – shit, fucking shit. It-it cuts off there, I couldn’t…”

She’d seemingly lost the ability to string sentences together. Alaska realized her own eyes were watering, and even Professor Visage and Professor Ru were in tears. With her remaining strength, she wrapped her arms around Sharon’s waist and cried into her shirt, feeling the older girl’s tears wetting her hair. It wasn’t like her hair was her biggest concern in that moment.

“W-What happened? To the memory?” Professor Visage managed to stutter.

Through her tears, Sharon managed to answer. “I-I passed out. From the p-pain. But I know t-that they kicked me after that, and left me b-bleeding onto that floor.”

“I will never let them touch you again.” Alaska swore. “I said it before, but now I’ve seen that I know for sure. I fucking dare them to try and get you.”

Sharon hugged her back. “Don’t say t-that, pumpkin. I don’t want them to h-hurt you.”

“They won’t.” Professor Ru said, much more calmly than the rest of them. “They won’t hurt anyone else again. It’ll take time, but you can have faith that this will be fixed.”

Sharon nodded gratefully.

“Now if you want, you two can get out of here.”

The pair left the office as quickly as they could, refusing to let their hands disconnect as they walked. Night had long since fallen, and the castle was dark and conveniently empty.

“Thank Satan, thank God, thank Allah, thank Jesus, thank Buddha, thank fucking Bunny, thank-”

Alaska cut off Sharon’s rambling, pecking her cheek and then her lips. “I get it. I get it.”

Sharon giggled, just a little. That was an improvement.

“Your makeup is terrible.” Alaska smiled at her.

“So is yours.” Sharon squeezed her hand. “Stay the night with me?” Alaska scoffed. “As if I was gonna let you sleep alone. We’re going to my dorm, come on.”

“Alaska?”

“Hmm?”

“I don’t think I say this enough. I’m sorry I dragged you into this, and I’m sorry I couldn’t be a normal, steady girlfriend but most importantly…I love you.”

“I love you too, Sharon.”

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