#and he like amusedly asked me why I was tending to his garden for him

[genderfreakxx]

The amount of dreams I’m having about kissing beautiful men lately is so upsetting like shut UP about it

[professor-fanalia]

Call Of The Wild Charity - Event 1 part 1

The vibrant rays from the sun, warmed Rejuven island with its Mediterranean heat. Its rays shone brightly, glinting off the shimmering water and reflecting like crystals on the coastal seas. The beams cascaded over the luscious green grass and penetrated even the darkest of shadows around the facility. Heat rose from the ground in waves, creating the illusion of water. The only escape from the sunlight was beneath the trees that lined parts of the facility path, or the shaded porches of some of the buildings.

The heat kissed the Neverland team’s skin as they walked towards the left side of the facility, however; it was tolerable thanks to the cooling draught of air that whipped over from the waves, bringing a taste of the ocean with it. Placing salty kisses on their cheeks and tousling Fanalia’s long garnet hair and Romaine’s wavy teal hair. The neatly kept dirt path, created small swirls of dust as their shoes scuffed the ground, approaching the two-story log guest lodge where they laid eyes upon the group of you that sat under the shade or in the sun on the porch. “Good morning! I hope your all settled in?” Kryspyn greeted with a beaming smile, as the four of them stepped up the small set of stairs onto the porch.

The team wasn’t alone either, each of them seemed to be paired up with a Pokémon as well. The very same Pokémon that were with them when each of you had arrived. A three-legged Mudkip huddle in Kryspyn’s arms, a white flower Florges stood next to Romaine, a Lucario with Fanalia, and a Gallade with Elias. “I thank you for your patience, I am sure all of you are hungry from your long trip and wish to have something to eat so we won’t keep you from waiting any longer,” Fanalia spoke this time, a lot more calmer then the main professor who was beaming and excitable as he gestured merrily to follow him inside, only for him to smack his nose on the post for not looking where he was going.

This action caused multiple reactions from his co-workers. Firstly, Fanalia shook her head with a sigh as she walked over to catch over her fellow professor, while Romaine laughed nervously, and Elias pinched the bridge of his nose with two fingers. Seeing your expressions Romaine reassures all of you, “This happens a lot when he gets excited, he tends to end up being clumsy, he’ll be okay.”

With a chuckle Kryspyn waved a dismissive hand at Fanalia, rubbing the back of his neck earning a concern chirrup from the Mudkip held in his other arm.

“Ges~” The Florges released a sigh as she rested a hand on her cheek, while Gallade only folded his arms.

“It might be wise to relax a bit Sir Kry,” Lucario’s calm voice suggested telepathically. 

“Try as we might, he never changes no matter his age.” Elias huffed amusedly. 

“I can’t help it.” Krypsyn retorted, earning amused smiles from all of them. “Follow me.”

Calming down finally, Kryspyn lead you all back into the house and through the left door opening it up to the dining room and kitchen as the rest of the team followed from behind. It was a grand space, to say the least. As soon as you entered you could see the buffet table right next to your right, lined up against the wall, with large and small plates at the side of the table that guests would be able to go to first. And Bundle utensils within a folded napkin so that they will be easy to grab and carry. While next to that, were serving dishes and baskets of cold items first, such as fresh fruit, bagels and pastries. Chafing dishes and other warming plates with main hot dishes, were steaming and wafting at the other side of the buffet table, Starting with meats, then egg dishes and then other hot meals such as pancakes, waffles or French toast. Next to those were hot side dishes, such as potato harsh browns as well.

“The drink station is at the end of the counter next to some food for you Pokémon companions,” Romaine stated, gesturing to the back of the room. At the back of the room was a wooden and granite counter that took most of the space with the kitchen behind it, where Pokémon food formulas, berry slices, Moo Moo milk, Nectar, and more with bowls and plates. But at the end of the counter was coffee, teas and juices available, along with glasses, cups, saucers, spoons, sugar, milk and cream, but behind the counter was Slurpuff wearing an apron.

Off to the other side of the room across from the buffet were two decent sized mahogany tables, which ran horizontally from the wall with four seats on either side of the two tables. “Please have a seat everyone,” Romaine kindly gestured as Elias and Fanalia went to open the glass French doors to the left of the door archway, which opened out to the porch.

Once all of you took a seat at the table, the Neverland team stood together in front of the buffet table looking towards you all. “First of all, we all want to say thank you for accepting and coming to this Charity event, especially when you all have made time within your important work of your own.” Romaine thanked with a smile as she cupped her hands together in front of her, rubbing her thumbs together as Florges rested a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“This Charity means a lot, as we can help as many Pokémon as we can, by providing support for Pokémon who have disability,” Fanalia added on. “And that is why we are thankful that you have joined us for this event.”

“so, from all of us.” Kryspyn began. “Welcome to Rejuven Island!” All four of them said together.

“So, with this feast, we shall introduce ourselves and answer any questions you inquire.” Elias stated. “Whether it be about the facility, the event or about us, so don’t hold back. This is the time of Meet n’ Greet. My name is Elias MacMilan, I am the Doctor of Rejuven Island.” Elias introduced himself, before gesturing with a hand to the Gallade who bowed, “And this is my partner Gallade.”

“I’m Romaine Beauregard, and I’m the Groundskeeper of Rejuven Island. It’s a pleasure to meet you all,” Romaine smiled sweetly before gesturing to the White flower Florges who curtsied, “And this is my Partner Florges.”

“I am Fanalia Hydrena, I am the Co-Professor of Rejuven Island.” Fanalia greeted with a polite nod and calm smile, as Lucario stepped up beside her and rested a paw under his chest spike.

“And I am Lucario, I help my partner Lady Fanalia.” Lucario greeted with a bow.

“And I am Kryspyn, the Professor and Manager of Rejuven Island! And this is my friend and companion Skipper,” Kryspyn greeted, as the shy Mudkip tried to huddle more into Kryspyn’s arm as he gave a happy chirp, as he waved is little right legless stump. “I hope you enjoy your meal!” 

The Late breakfast was quite an enjoyable affair, as the neverland team sat with their guests. Answering questions and chatting amongst their fellow Pokémon. With the clear skies and sun providing a natural light, and the scent of the sea from the open porch doors, it added to the pleasant atmosphere.

“Thank you for the meal Slurpuff, it was tasty as always!” Kryspyn, waved his free hand at the Meringue Pokémon from the below the steps from the porch as they awaited their guests to join them, for the first event of the morning. With its reddish pink eyes with white pupils and its tongue poking out of the corner of its mouth, the apron wearing Fairy-type cheered happily waving back with a bark, earning a happy chirrup from Skipper.

Fanalia merely smiled with her arms crossed under her chest standing by Elias as Romaine had gone up ahead, before glancing over every one of their guests – @ask-pokemonranger-rai, @prof-bramble, @prof-peach, @themadprxfessor, @professor-hemlock-headcanons, @a-pokemon-daycare, @breederpatmos​

“Everyone ready? Then let us head to the amphitheatre.” With purpose Fanalia led the way with Lucario.

The amphitheatre was quite a rather decent sized building, that seemed to be split into two areas by the docks. The larger part of the amphitheatre was an open concept, providing shade over the ‘U’ shaped sitting area but a partial shade covered the stone, open air stage. At certain parts of the seats there was railings with padded covering as everyone picked a spot among the many seats.

Soft cheery music played from the speakers in the corners of the shelters over the seats and stage, while Fanalia, Elias and Kryspyn stood next to the padded railing with their Pokémon who stood next  to them – obviously Skipper the Mudkip remained happily snuggled under Krsypyn’s beanie, heading poking out. Despite the music being faint, it was nice with the company of the sound of the water nearby and breeze.  

Coming from the back of the stage Romaine appeared with a smile on her face, no longer wearing her black gardening apron. Leaving her in her buttoned up dark green cardigan over her white button shirt and dark brown riding pants much like the thick leather glove she had on her right hand. Black ankle high laced up boots tapped against the stone, as she began speaking to into a black ear mic.

“Welcome to the show, this morning where we are here to learn and talk about one of the many types. So, give them an applause as we welcome the Flying-Types to the stage!” The music continued to play in the background as her voice came from the speakers, gesturing her hands to the sky as multiple Flying-types flew from the sides diving the from the open-air twirling and swirling amongst the many. Ranging from Taillows, Swellows, Pidgeys to Spearrow, Chatot and Ducklettes doing aerial acrobatics. “Flying-Types are all around us no matter where were from or where you live – every day is an opportunity to be able to connect and see these remarkable Pokémon. All we ask of you is to look, sit back and enjoy the show by looking up!” With the end of her speech most of the bird fly off stage, vanishing off where they came.

“While we are looking up for these beautiful Pokémon, these flying types are always looking down. Always searching for an opportunity to feed – A sunflower seed is the perfect food item for a Taillow.” At her words a small bird Pokémon with dark blue feathers. A red marking with pointed tips stretches from its chest to its forehead, and it had a white underside. Narrow brown eyes browsed over the many guests as it soared over your heads, opening a short yellow beak as it let out a chirp cry. Its elongated wingtips glided through the air with ease.

“Now this is Icarus, he came to us when he was rescued from a bird poacher and had injured wing. Despite for his small stature, Icarus’s kind are gutsy by nature and will stand up against foes larger or stronger than themselves to protect their nest, mate, eggs, and/or their trainer by mobbing their intruders in the Hoenn region. During the cold season, this Pokémon will fly over 180 miles (300 kilometers) per day to search for areas that have warm climates. they prefer habitats that are open country with low vegetation, such as pastures, meadows and farmland. Preferably with nearby water. Taillows avoid heavily wooded or precipitous areas and densely built-up locations. The presence of accessible open structures such as barns, stables, or culverts to provide nesting sites, and exposed locations such as wires, roof ridges or bare branches for perching, are also important in the bird's selection of its breeding range.” Romaine explain as she gestured out her gloved arm and lightly clicked her fingers twice with her other hand above her arm, gaining the attention of Icarus who dove for her as he landed his black feet with yellow talons, perching on the leather glove. Perch on the glove she pulled out a sunflower seed from her pouch and held it for Icarus, who happily took it with his beak and then lifting his yellow talon he held the seed as he began to eat.

“They have graceful shape and flight, moreover they often fly singly, in couples or in clusters. Which is perfect for when its time to find a loving mate, males advertised to females with a circling flight and song, however; the breeding success of the male is related to the length of the tail streamers that Taillow’s have, with longer streamers being more attractive to the female. It’s believed for Male Taillows who have longer tail feathers are generally longer-lived and more disease resistant, females thus gaining an indirect fitness benefit from this form of selection, since longer tail feathers indicate a genetically stronger individual which will produce offspring with enhanced vitality.” Nodding her head toward Elias, the lab dressed doctor with his Gallade, who stood to the right padded railing clicked his fingers just above the railing gaining Icarus’s attention who chirped happily, taking off into the air from Romaine’s bird glove and landed upon the padded perch railing that was in front of Professor Bramble giving a curious chirp as he looked over Bramble and her Pokémon companion.

“Go ahead don’t be shy, Icarus here enjoys some scratches just behind his head.” Romaine encouraged.

After the first railing by earning from scratches, Icarus flew to the next set of railing front of the next set of guests. Preening under their attention and touch, if any reached out to pat him. “Why don’t you show them your song and dance Icarus, you’ve been doing a lot of practice on it.” Romaine suggested warmly.

Perched on the final railing the Taillow turned his head to Romaine, giving a proud puff up of his chest as he chirped and took off to the air once more, circling the arena as he began to sing. “Both male and female Taillows. They sing a “twitter-warble” song during courtship and egg-laying, with a long series of continuous warbling sounds followed by up to a dozen rapid, mechanical-sounding whirrs. The song can last 4–20 seconds and is often introduced and followed by a chirp.”

With sharp turns and circling as Icarus sung, a white aura surrounded him as he began picking up speed as he used the move agility to pick up more wind speeds on the air current that flowed through the open amphitheatre.

“Give a round of applause for Icarus!”

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[prolestari]

Happy Birthday, @bertazsleepyhead!!

I told you I had a gift for you! Here is a oneshot featuring your faves, with special guest Gowther. I hope you enjoy, and I hope you had a wonderful day.

Today was the day. The day, the day he had been waiting for, the day he had been dreaming about for over two years. The day that would be a day he remembered forever, the first day of the rest of his life of happiness. Today, Escanor was going to tell Merlin that he loved her.

Escanor had not arrived at this decision lightly. There were many days and even more nights of practice in the mirror, agonizing over his clothing, a few tipsy ones with Ban and the Captain giving advice that sounded completely wrong, and an unfortunate bout of vomiting that surprisingly made him feel better. With teeth freshly brushed and hair neatly combed, Escanor watched the clock until it struck four o’clock in the afternoon.

Bingo—perfect time.

With a deep breath he took his journal (no such thing as too prepared, he figured) and headed towards the Magical Research Center. Since the seven companions had been recruited as Holy Knights and formed the Seven Deadly Sins, Britannia’s elite force, nearly three years ago, it had served as not only a place for their training and meetings, but also for Merlin to study and conduct her experiments. Few were brave enough to venture without the mage’s permission, despite that it was considered a building belonging to the kingdom. Escanor always felt nervous going to her domain.

Yet his mid-afternoon self had just enough confidence to get himself inside the door. Escanor was rather proud of himself for getting that far—when he realized his feet would take him no farther.

Rather helplessly he looked around, his heart pounding and palms sweating, wanting to bolt back to their barracks but knowing if he turned back now, he would never go through with it. And what is a life worth living, without true love? He smiled at the idea, quickly opening his journal to jot it down (never know when one might need a bit of poetry, he thought), and therefore did not see Merlin approaching him until she was practically on top of him.

With a squeak he jumped a mile when her hand pressed on his shoulder. “Escanor?” she asked with a hint of a smile as he righted himself.

“Y-yes, Lady Merlin, hello,” he stammered, straightening his glasses.

“I don’t see you here often,” Merlin remarked. “Did you need something?”

“I, uh…” His eyes went wide as he stared at the beautiful golden ones gazing back. What was he doing here? What was he supposed to say? What was his name again?”

Sensing his distress, Merlin smiled. “I was about to head to the botanical garden. Would you like to join me as you think?”

Eagerly Escanor stammered out his agreement, and at once they were off, the Lion Sin following behind Merlin as her skirts swept behind her. It reminded him of the way his mother’s dresses would be tailored to have a lovely train, a way to show off their pride and wealth. Pride, he thought to himself. If he was to do this, then he must remember who he was. He was a prince and a Holy Knight.

Unfortunately, he was beginning to feel the effects of dusk creeping up on Britannia. So quickly he said, “I hoped to speak with you, Merlin. Something rather important.”

“Oh?” She glanced at him curiously over her shoulder, her pace never slowing. “Important, is it? Then you must tell me right away.”

Escanor’s mouth went instantly dry, making speech impossible. They passed through the doors into the solarium, her pace quick enough to have him shuffling a bit to keep up. Yet he was still determined, so as they headed down a row between plants, he summoned up his courage and said, “Merlin, I came to ask you—”

“Here we are!” Merlin cut him off with a cheery greeting, and when he looked up she was smiling upwards at Gowther. Her arms folded as she tilted her head backwards to look at the huge suit of armor. “Very punctual, Gowther. Thank you.”

“Of course!” The voice that came out of the mysterious suit was not the rumbling deep tone one would expect, and Escanor frowned, wondering for the hundredth time just who or what was in there. But that didn’t matter now; instead he called a hasty greeting of his own. “Hello, Gowther! Lovely to see you. Are you on your way home?”

“Actually he’s here for me,” Merlin said. “I’ve been giving Gowther some lessons in biology. Today we are studying insects. Would you care to join us?”

“Insects?” answered Escanor, a bit queasy. Not exactly the romantic evening he had been picturing for them. But as she looked at him expectantly, he sighed. “Sure, why not? Insects are great. I guess.”

Escanor did his best to put on a very brave face during the lesson. Merlin toured the solarium with Gowther crowding up next to her, nodding and asking simple questions as she paused to discuss a particular plant. The Lion Sin followed behind quietly, glancing nervously at his pocketwatch to see that nearly an hour had gone by. Already he could feel his clothes loosening, as he slowly transformed into the very nervous young man from the more confident adult he had been when he first arrived. At this rate, he would be too night to accomplish what he was there to do.

As he tried to think of a reason to get Merlin away from Gowther for a moment, the mage called them over. “Look at this,” she said, and all three leaned in to peer closely at a fern.

“This is a hoverfly,” Merlin said. “An excellent pollinator for our solarium. All things are important to life in Britannia, Gowther, you must never forget that. Even the things that are smaller and weaker compared to others.”

Escanor glanced over at the mage, blinking as he thought he caught her looking back at him. But if she had she quickly looked away.

“Very interesting,” Gowther said, pulling out a notebook from his satchel to write something down.

Clearing his throat, Escanor said, “Actually I believe that is a wasp.”

Merlin stood up, her arms crossed over her stomach. “I’m sorry Escanor,” she said amusedly. “That is a hoverfly.”

“It’s not.” He leaned in a bit more, pointing at the insect without getting too close. “See the wings? There is only one pair. Hoverflies have four wings. Wasps have only two.”

“No,” Merlin replied with a chuckle. “It’s hoverflies that have two.”

Their eyes connected for a moment. Hers were still warm, but trained on him in a way that made him feel as examined as the wasp—or hoverfly—had been just a moment ago. Escanor had never contradicted Merlin before, and felt a great deal of heat on his neck for doing so. But still… “I’ll bet anything that is a wasp.”

The words were out before he realized, and he flushed as Merlin raised her eyebrows. “Anything?” she said, a wicked smile crossing her face. “I’ll take that deal. We will go and look it up. If I win, you must tend to the compost pile for a month.”

Escanor swallowed thickly; the compost pile Merlin kept in a great barrel behind the building made his stomach turn. But he nodded, unable to find the words to refuse.

“And you, Escanor?” she prompted. “What would you like if you win?”

His mouth popped open, and at first no words would come. But the longer she stared at him, the raven beauty making him so nervous his hands shook and sweat broke out on his neck, the less he could think straight. “You don’t have—I mean—I don’t—you don’t—”

“Searchlight.”

There was an instant prick on Escanor’s forehead, which made him jolt; then, to his complete and utter mortification, Gowther announced, “He wants a kiss from you, Merlin.”

Death would have been the sweetest gift at that moment. He felt frozen, suspended in time, gaping at the hulking suit of armor. But Merlin only shook her head. “Gowther, I told you about using that on others. It’s impolite.”

“Oh! My apologies, Escanor,” replied Gowther with a bit of a bow.

Merlin nodded approvingly before clapping her hands. “Well, we have a bet to decide. Let’s head back to the study.”

“Wait!” The other two paused as they turned back. Escanor stood with a hand outreached, his face burning and his skin feeling entirely too tight despite the clothes now draping a bit around his small frame. “We don’t have to—”

“Nonsense,” Merlin said with a wink. “A bet is a bet.”

The walk back was torture. Silently he stared at the floor, following the click of Merlin’s heels, praying that a monster would suddenly attack or, preferably, a hole would open in the earth and swallow him whole. But then he began to question himself. Maybe it was a hoverfly; after all, they looked so similar, and Merlin was never wrong about anything. With a bit of renewed confidence, Escanor hurried behind them, and even the thought of shoveling the compost pile could not get him down.

Once inside the study Merlin strode directly to the bookshelf, expertly plucking a volume and flipping through the pages. Escanor watched eagerly as she slid a finger down the page, and then waited anxiously when she stopped to read.

She let out a slow breath, blinking several times. “Well, that is a surprise,” she said softly.

“What is, Merlin?” asked Gowther.

Merlin looked up and straight at Escanor. He stared back, prickling with anticipation; then she smiled and snapped the book closed. “Escanor was right,” she chuckled. “It is a wasp.”

Escanor gasped, taking a step back, as Gowther patted his shoulder. “Well done,” the armor said.

“Y-yes yes well I—well I—“

Merlin drew closer and closer, and once she stepped up to them she handed the book to Gowther.

“Looks as though you won,” she said, and leaned forward.

Escanor squeezed his eyes shut just as he felt her flesh meet his; then he did not breathe, his heart stopping as she kissed him. Her lips were soft, so very soft, the plump bottom one dragging along is own, her mouth tilting just a bit to match up perfectly with his. A moment went by, then another, then another, and Escanor’s brain swung wildly between stop (Merlin is kissing me, what do I do, what do I do??) and never stop (Merlin is kissing me, what do I do? What do I do?)

Then she pulled away, and Escanor blinked at her, his glasses slightly askew. He straightened them, pressing his lips together, wanting to memorize the feeling they had just experienced. Words escaped him, but luckily Merlin simply chuckled again and headed to the other side of the room to look for something.

He watched her in a bit of a daze, a mixture at shock at what had just happened, pure elation at what had just happened, and mortification at what had just happened. Not to mention the fact that he was right when Merlin was wrong.

Then Gowther tapped him on the shoulder. “Escanor, look at this.”

He had little choice as Gowther pushed the book in front of his face. “Wasps do have four wings. Merlin was right after all. I must go and tell her.”

The color drained straight from his face and his knees went weak, as Escanor fell to the floor in a dead faint. The last thing he saw before the blackness took over were two golden eyes, glancing back at him with a sly smile.

[multi-fandom-geek-deal-with-it]

Hi, I’m Ginny Weasley and This is my story-Fanfiction

AN: Hey there, I am Ermory nice to meet Y'all. So this story is a story that is originally translated from Italian so I am terribly sorry if grammar or dialogue that comes from the book is wrong.

Disclaimer: I do not own either the plot or the characters, the plot is from EmPotter and the characters are from JK Rowling's mind

Link to the original story: https://efpfanfic.net/printsave.php?action=printall&sid=1166371#17

Fanfiction Link: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12927209/1/I-m-Ginny-Weasley-and-this-is-my-story

Prologue

The frogs croaked in the small green pond, the hens below amusedly cackled here and there creating havoc among the chickens, as the warm summer breeze blew pleasantly, rippling through trees and grass. A red-haired figurine was facing her window sill, absently looking out over the garden at the pond - the same pond in which her elder brothers had tried to drown her if it had not been for his mother's hoarse screams.

Ginny Weasley had just turned eleven: she was a thin, petite girl, her pretty face sprayed with freckles, below her big brown eyes and thick red hair: a flame red that went on orange, which Ginny liked to compare with the sunset.

Although she had received the letter a few days ago, the girl wanted to try herself to control her magic, and, furrowing her brows in contraction, made the petals of flowers on her windowsill open and close like a kind of submarine coral.

If only her mum had seen it!

Her mother would have certainly disintegrated her and since Ginny had received her letter she had become, if possible, even more, paranoid and hysterical. Not to mention the thrashing screams thrown into the kitchen when the girl had waved her Hogwarts letter all over the house, shrieking with happiness.

One thing that had made her crazy was the fact that her older brothers, Fred, George and Ron, had been spending hours making bets to guess which house their sister was going to end up with.

In short, it was bad on their part to reiterate that she would never be a Ravenclaw because she was too stupid, and the girl nearly burst into tears and cursed for that because now she should have to learn that her brothers liked to joke, even if she was not sure that this was really a joke.

Although it was hard to make her parents proud when their six sons had already done everything before her, the little Weasley had confidence in herself and would never let them down.

"Empty beds!" the mother's voice from the courtyard echoed in the room. "You could have crashed ... I was out of anguish ... But what did you care?"

What else had her brothers done?

Although curious to immediately rush down to investigate what they had accomplished this time, she was too angry. Angry with them for the fact that they excluded her yet again, like playing Quidditch.

She dominated her impulse of curiosity, giving way to pride and arrogance dominate, but she could not. After five minutes, she had opened the door impatiently and ran downstairs.

"The sky was overcast, mum"

"Do not talk with your mouth full!"

"But they were starving him to death, mum"

"The same is for you!"

Ginny quickly entered the kitchen, even more, intrigued by the words she had just heard, but stopped short: her eyes were immediately drawn to a boy, a boy who had no red hair of the Weasley, a boy who looked incredibly like... the famous Harry Potter …

She could not believe it.

The mysterious boy turned to the girl and Ginny saw that it was him, she let out a little scream and ran away again.

She made the stairs two at a time, even three at risk of falling and breaking all her teeth, and immediately shut the door to her room hoping not to have attracted too much attention, even if it seemed impossible. The girl noticed that the floorboard outside the door is still bobbing, because she heard the noise against the wooden door.

She tried to focus on the 'Ginevra's Room' name plate to change it in her mind - she hated her entire name of baptism (not to mention the second 'Molly'), but failed.

So, Ron, Fred and George had flown to Harry Potter's house to take him here to the Burrow? Was that why my mother was so angry? Yes, and Ginny should have imagined it. She had heard her brother scoff at the fact that his best friend did not answer the letters, while a certain Hermione Granger did. The reason for the lack of answers to all those letters, Ron attributed to Harry's bad guardians. She had to expect something like that.

However, at the moment, it's needless to say that her little heart was beating at a thousand miles per hour: she had seen the most famous wizard of the world, live!

Not that she had not seen him before, because Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter had met once on the first of September of the previous year, at the King's Cross station before taking the run-up and emerging on the track nine and three quarters.

"Excuse me"

A trembling voice came faintly behind Ginny's shoulders and the little girl turned around: a thin boy, with messy black hair and shining green eyes, looked at her and her family through his round glasses.

Ginny stared at him for a long time, childishly attracted by that boy ... but she did not have the slightest idea that it was Harry Potter. She knew nothing about him but it seemed he had already left a mark in her mind ...

"Hey mum, let's see if you can guess who we just met on the train!" exclaimed Fred excitedly, getting off the train. "You know that black-haired boy who was near us at the station, do you know who he is?"

"Who is it?"

"Harry Potter!" the twins answered in chorus.

Ginny's heart gave a somersault.

Who would have thought that the boy she had long observed was Harry Potter?

"Oh, mum, can I get on the train to see him?" the little girl asked her mother in her most desperately pleading tone, because the boy's eyes had almost stunned her. "Mum, please ..."

"You've already seen him, Ginny, and that poor boy is not a zoo animal!" the mother blurted out and Ginny told herself that this was absolutely a lost case, and that it was probably not worth the trouble.

She thought desperately that maybe he would see her again in passing in the corridors at Hogwarts, when it was also her time to go to school, the following year …

But she was wrong. He would see her again, yes, but at her house for a month!

She turned towards the window and leaned over to see what was going on downstairs, past the kitchen garden that could be seen outside her bedroom: the twins and Ron were teaching Harry Potter how to get rid of the garden gnomes.

She even had the idea to get on the desk for a better view, but then told herself it was a bad idea. If Mum came right in then she could even think of suicide! She would not have thought the girl was looking at Harry Potter, right? Even if she had done nothing but talk about him all summer with her brothers ...

Daydreams of the two falling in love reigned in Ginny's mind indefinitely …

Life with Harry Potter at the Burrow was a paradise for Ginny Weasley, even if the girl did not remember not to making a fool of herself in the boy's presence: she tended to drop everything when he was around and so appeared more clumsy than usual; she got used to going purple and not saying anything, which was not in her nature; otherwise, if she had to say something, it was mostly nonsense.

But the worst moment was when Ginny caught Harry looking at himself in the mirror above the fireplace, and the mirror roared, 'Put your shirt inside your pants, shaman!'. Ginny began to laugh like crazy, much to the irritation of Percy (who was trying to study who knows what) and the impatience of his brothers.

On Wednesday, Mrs. Weasley woke up early to go to Diagon Alley. But at that moment, the group, which also included a certain Hermione Granger and her parents, had split up.

Ginny and her mother, after going to Gringotts with the others, were walking alone into Diagon Alley to buy all the school supplies that she needed - except the books, which they would buy all together at Flourish and Blotts.

"Mum, Madam Malkin's!"

"No, we will not go there," said the mother. "Your uniform will be second-hand. Remember, we've already talked about it!"

"But mom ..."

"Ginny, do not act spoiled! I'm sorry, but this is decided. Here we are!"

She dragged her daughter into a shabby-looking shop that seemed to be standing solely by magic. If the mother had not dragged her there, Ginny would never have noticed that there was a store at all: it didn't have a sign, and inside there were very few lights that made it seem all dark and claustrophobic.

"Hogwarts?" asked a smiling little witch. "I have what you need ... follow me, follow me"

Ginny obeyed and followed her into the back, where she was made to try the ugliest tunics she had ever seen. Even those of Ron (which were also second-hand) were not so ruined! In the end, she had to settle for a grey and little frayed tunic, as well as a pointed hat (as the list said) a pair of gloves similar to those in dragon leather, and a winter coat.

Leaving the shop, Mrs. Weasley noticed her daughter's afflicted face.

"Well, when you grow up I'll buy you a new, shiny black tunic," she said encouragingly, and Ginny smiled as she consulted her list.

"Um ... uniform, textbooks ... accessories yes, then: brass scales"

"We already have it at home"

"Telescope"

"You will use Bill's"

"Set of glass or crystal tubes"

"Charlie had so many ... and we do not even miss the main ingredients for the potions!"

"A cauldron?"

"We have to buy this, the store must be right ... here, around the corner"

They entered a shop crowded by students, which was full of scales, telescopes of mixed sizes (Ginny was immediately fascinated by one that was very large) as well as cauldrons of all kinds: from solid gold to pewter.

Despite the crowd that were there, they got out quickly. Ginny, in the joy of having finally bought something new, bumped into a tall, thin girl with thick, brown hair and big hazel eyes, making the girl's cauldron shatter by her feet.

There was a terrible noise and everyone turned to them: some boys, who also seemed to be of the age of Hogwarts if not of Ginny's age, giggled loudly. Ginny helped the unfortunate girl pick up her cauldron, ignoring the puffs and laughter of the others. Mrs. Weasley shouted reproach at her daughter as the other girl's mother tried telling her that it could happen to anyone.

"Sorry ..." Ginny muttered embarrassedly, red to the root of her flaming hair. "Did you get hurt?"

"Oh, it's nothing!" the girl replied gently.

"Let's go, Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley hissed.

"Demelza, let's go too: this place is too crowded" echoed the girl's mother, much softer than Mrs. Weasley, and the two girls looked at each other.

"Then we'll meet at Hogwarts," said the girl named Demelza, with a gentle smile.

"Yes ... see you!" Ginny greeted her and hurried out of the shop hoping that the crowd will already forget everything.

They did not talk about what had happened in the store, and Ginny only tried to imagine what was going on in the mother's head: having children making more noise than a Centauri herd was exasperating.

They walked for more than ten minutes without saying a word, only throwing occasional glances at each other.

They passed theEeylops Owl Emporium, which sold all kinds of animals, though owls dominated. Ginny's eyes were immediately caught by a white and fluffy cat, but did not dare to breathe: she know that her mother would never buy it. They also went by the pharmacy and then back to the Leaky Cauldron, then Ginny, stopped short and rushed to the window of Quality Quidditch supplies.

"Oh, Quidditch!" blurted her mother with disapproval.

"Look mum, look! The new Nimbus Two thousand One! Mum, look!"

The handle of the racing broom gleamed in the sunlight, and it was the last one still unsold. Ginny, knowing as much as she did about Quidditch and brooms, saw from a glance that it was far ahead of the old Two thousand model.

"Just like your brothers ... come on, let's not waste time with these broomsticks!" Mrs. Weasley said impatiently, but Ginny did not seem wanting to move from the window. "Come on, you can't even ride a broom like that!"

How many things you do not know about me, thought the girl irritably. Her mother didn't know that it was since she was six that she snatched, whenever she could, her brothers' brooms to train for Quidditch: she wanted to be prepared for when, one day, she would present herself to audition for her House at Hogwarts.

Her mother now got mad and Ginny told herself maybe it was time to move.

They continued to the end of the street, where a cramped and dirty shop stood. A sign, with faded golden, said Ollivanders, wands of superior quality from 382 BC.

The two entered and a little bell announced their entry.

The shop was just like itself on the outside and an old man with big light eyes peeked out of the gloom.

"Hello, Mr. Ollivander!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully.

"Good morning," he replied softly. "So what do we have today? A Weasley, is it not ?"

Mrs. Weasley nodded vigorously.

"What's your name, miss?"

Ginny stared at him puzzled, then said her name specifying to call her with the diminutive.

"Oh, Ginny ... short for Ginevra ..." Mr. Ollivander pulled out a long measure tape. "So, what's the arm with which you use your wand, Miss Weasley?"

"The right one, sir," she replied.

The wand maker set about taking measurements from the shoulder to Ginny's fingertips, then from the wrist to the elbow, from the shoulder to the dusty floor, from the knee to the armpit and finally took the head circumference while Ginny had her fist in her mouth to stifle the laughs: her mother gave her a look of pure threat.

"Here, that's enough," Ollivander announced. "Miss Weasley, try this: maple and dragon-heartstring, ten inches, very flexible."

Ginny took it, with shaking hands, and waved it.

The disaster was imminent: the shelves burst into the air and Ollivander snatched the wand from her hands.

"Try this"

The girl obeyed but caused the destruction of an oil lamp.

Ginny tried, tried, tried again and finally ...

"Eleven-and-a-half inches, willow and phoenix tail feathers." Ollivander handed her a beautiful black wand and Ginny grabbed it.

She realized that it was the right one when a sudden heat ran through her arm with a pleasant tingling and from the tip of her new wand a trail of red and blue sparks emanated like miniature fireworks. Mrs. Weasley smiled and Ollivander had a satisfied expression on his face, he then said in a croaking voice:

"It's the wand that chooses the wizard"

After paying seven galleons of gold for Ginny's wand, the two hurried through Diagon Alley to reach the others at Flourish and Blottsfor the textbooks: Ginny obviously would have them secondhand, like all the stuff she owned.

They met Fred and George in Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop and Percy's in a crowded, junk-filled shop, and they headed off to the bookstore where they were sure they would find Mr. Weasley in the company of Mr. Granger.

"Oh, that sounds like a fascinating book," Fred mumbled, chuckling and pointing to Percy's new book: Prefects who gained power, A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers.

"Stop it," he snapped.

"Oh-ho, very ambitious, boy," George said back.

"Stop that nonsense"

"But Percy!" Ginny intervened, who could not help eavesdropping on their conversation, leaving her mother's hand. "Did you not always say you wanted to be Minister of Magic once Fudge was dead?"

"Ginny, for God's sake!" her brother hissed, looking around in terror. "Shut up too and walk with mum!"

The girl could not understand.

They walked for more than five minutes (Fred, George and Percy argued all the way but that wasn't really new) and reached the bookshop, which was crowded with an unusually long line. The boys could not figure out what that crowd of middle-aged ladies like Mrs. Weasley was doing, but Ginny had guessed it from a big sign, hanging from the windows of the upper floor:

Today, from 12.30 to 2.30

GILDEROY LOCKHART

will sign copies of his autobiography

Magical me.

Mrs. Weasley was now fixing her hair very nervously.

"What's wrong with her?" Fred said, widening his eyes, amused.

Ginny laughed and pointed to the sign.

"Oh, damn it!" Fred moaned, too disgusted to laugh, "If I knew I would have came in ..."

"Guys, here you are, good!" said her mother while Ron, Harry and their friend joined them. "In a minute we'll see ..."

The girl craned her neck: Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from the shelves and sat down gracefully at a table. The wizard had a head of blonde and wavy hair, and wore a turquoise dress bringing out his eyes. He showed a radiant smile, while winking to every witch.

Ginny blinked, thinking he was really beautiful.

The first words of the man were:

"Is it ever possible, but is that Harry Potter?"

Ginny turned to the boy but Lockhart leaned forward, took Harry by the arm, and dragged him until he found the boy with himself in the front row: Harry went as red as Weasley's hair; Lockhart shook his hand; the photographer of the Daily Prophet took countless photos one after the other; and the audience burst into loud applause.

Ginny joined the applause in an excited way and Hermione Granger smiled at her, clapping her hands. Ron gave her a look of profound contempt as Fred and George laughed at Percy, who was livid, covered with dense gray smoke from the cameras.

It seemed that the vision of Harry and Lockhart was perfect.

"Smile, Harry!" the man exclaimed, exposing his very white teeth. "You and I, together, are worthy of the front page. Ladies and gentlemen what an extraordinary moment this is! When young Harry entered Flourish and Blotts this morning to buy my autobiography, which I am now happy to present to him", the crowd applauded again. "He had no idea that he would go away with the entire collection of my works, for free. Ladies and gentlemen, I have the great pleasure and pride of announcing that in September I will assume the position of Defense against the Dark Arts Professor at the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry of Hogwarts! "

Lockhart put a stack of books in the arms of the boy. Harry came out of the crowd, staggering slightly and approaching Ginny, who clutched her cauldron (full of second-hand books that were bought by her mother) in her fingers so hard that her knuckles went white. Harry Potter threw her Lockhart's books into the container, gasping from the effort.

"You take these, I'll buy them ..." he muttered.

"I bet you liked it, did you not, Potter?" Suddenly said a shuffling voice, and Ginny turned: a thin, pale boy with a pointed chin and blond hair that was nearly white turned to Harry mockingly with a perfect grin on his face. "The famous Harry Potter can not even go into a bookstore without making the front page!"

Ginny stared at the boy: how dare he? Now it was not Harry's fault that even a famous writer of works, Gilderoy Lockhart, admired him because he was famous. She noticed that she hated that blond to death and didn't even know why that affirmation gave her so much trouble, so much that ...

"Leave him alone, he did not want all this!" she snapped and the boy turned to her.

"Oh, look Potter ... you got yourself a girlfriend!" he exclaimed and Ginny blushed violently.

Why had she intervened? Yes, the blond's statement had bothered her particularly without a reason and it had been very brave of little Weasley to rebuke him, since it was the first time she went by saying something logical in the presence of Harry Potter... but now why did she have to become an all-one with her red hair?

"Guys, it's crazy inside, let's go out!" said Mr. Weasley struggling through the crowd, with Fred and George on his heels.

"Well, well, well ... Arthur Weasley," said another shuffling voice, and Ginny looked up.

"Lucius" greeted her father in an icy tone.

A man identical to the blond boy was standing behind him and holding a hand on his shoulder with a sneer exactly identical to what his son had: Lucius? Then it was him Lucius Malfoy! But then... the kid with the pointed chin must had been Draco Malfoy, the bitter enemy of her brother Ron!

"Overwork at the Ministry, Arthur? All those inspections ... I hope they pay overtime," said Lucius Malfoy mockingly, and taking the second-hand Transfiguration Practical Guide for Beginners from Ginny's cauldron, then continued. "Of course not, what's the point of dishonoring the wizard name if they do not pay enough?"

"We have a very different idea about what dishonors the wizard name, Malfoy"

"It seems clear to me ... Going around with Muggles ... I thought this family could not fall any further"

Ginny opened her eyes, mortified and horrified, then her cauldron flew in the air: her father had rushed onto the man, hurling him against a shelf while dozens of books fell on their heads.

"Take it, dad!" Fred and George shouted in unison.

"No, Arthur, no!" Mrs. Weasley shrieked.

Ginny, Harry, Draco, Ron, and Hermione all stared at the scene, frozen and speechless as the crowd withdrew: Hagrid was telling others to step aside as he separated the two injured men. Mr. Weasley was cut on his lip and Mr. Malfoy in one eye, still clutching Ginny's Transfiguration book.

He looked at her with malignant contempt and gave it back to her.

"Keep this little girl ... take your book ... it's all your father can give you!"

Ginny, whose eyes were full of tears, thought she had never had a worse day than that.

When they got home, Ginny immediately dived into her bed, flipping through the pages of her second-hand books with curiosity and forgetting what happened at Flourish and Blotts even though she did not really want to read them all like Hermione Granger, whom Ron had often talked about how much of a nerd she was.

She was amusedly went through the images in Thousand Herbs and Magic Mushrooms, then took the Transfiguration one, and something slipped out from inside, landing with a thud on the floor.

Ginny picked up a diary.

It had a shiny, shabby black cover with a date that was fifty years old and the girl wondered if it was worth opening. Her father had told her so many strange stories, like a little book that burned your eyes when you opened it, or there were books like Sonnets of a Sorcerer that caused the unfortunate to speak in verse for a lifetime ... maybe Ginny would have made the end of the old witch who lives in Bath: forced to stay with her freckled nose glued to the pages.

But mum would never have put a diary like that in her cauldron!

Ginny opened it and noticed that on the front page was written 'T.M. Riddle '. She flipped through the pages but realized, with dismay, that there was nothing written. The pages were yellowed and was visibly empty.

So her mom had not bought it! Someone had bought it to the bookstore and in the joy of seeing Gilderoy Lockhart had forgotten it in her cauldron. Yes, it had to be like that.

The girl still flipped through the pages impatiently, as if expecting to see any message appear, even just 'Dear Diary' or "Eleven thirty: Hogwarts library' or maybe a name, a surname and an address- but nothing. So, she took her quill and ink and wrote something on it.

My name is Ginny Weasley.

Ginny's eyes widened: her writing was gradually disappearing, as if the page had been of an absorbing material. She felt the point where her quill had made contact to see what was wrong but quickly withdrew her hand: on the page, there were forming other words she had never written and with a different writing from hers, a firm and neat writing.

Hi, Ginny Weasley. My name is Tom Riddle. How did you get my diary?

Her eyes in fright and surprise, and went almost close to screaming.

How the hell did that journal answer? What was she supposed to do? Should she show it to someone before using it? What was that little diary that looked so harmless, dangerous or bewitched?

She could even hear the screams of her mother inside her head; her father's reproaches; the snorts of her brother Percy who repeated to her that she had been too unwary, that she ought to grow up someday... but she could also hear the applause and the congratulations of the twins for listening to her instinct, without worrying too much about the consequences, like a real Gryffindor.

I found it by mistake in my cauldron in Diagon Alley, she replied. When I went to buy school supplies for Hogwarts.

Oh, Hogwarts! First year?

Yes, it's my first year but I already know a lot of things: I have six brothers older than me.

Are you excited?

Very. I've dreamed of going to Hogwarts since my older brother went there. But I must say that I'm also a little nervous for this first year.

Why should you be?

Well, I have to live up to my parents' expectations: Bill was a head boy; Charlie captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team; Percy is a Prefect; Fred and George are a bit 'combines school disasters but have good grades and everyone loves them; and Ron has a fantastic best friend. Do you understand? In the family, it is expected that I will live up to the others but if I succeed then, nobody will consider it a great thing. Above all, because I am the only girl. I just want to make my parents proud and I will succeed in spite of everything!

Oh, but you're very smart, Ginny Weasley! Tom Riddle commented. We must always have confidence in ourselves, that is how we achieve our goals and goals.

Ginny smiled happily: gullible, idiotic, paranoid ... the diary was absolutely harmless!

What was wrong with a diary on which someone had imposed a spell to make sure that it answered and that, moreover, it gave advice? It could not do any harm, in fact, it would be of great help to let off the pressure and to tell all the things she could not say to anyone but it, which certainty would not have opened his mouth otherwise. It had been fortunate that someone had forgotten it.

Sbe decided not to discuss it with anyone, a wise decision too, because surely Fred and George would have confiscated it: an object so curious certainly would not go unnoticed, especially in the eyes of all her brothers.

"GINNY! LUNCH IS READY!" her mother cried out suddenly and the girl winced.

I have to go, they're calling me for lunch. See you soon! she threw down a few lines and answered her mother.

"COMING!"

But before doing anything, she hid the diary beneath the bed for good: that thing was hers. It was the first time that she possessed something exclusively of her own and she would give it her heart. 

So that is the end of the first chapter, nice. Do you like all the hints?

Please do a review but don't be too harsh, English is not my mother language and I still need an editor, I will try to update every week but I have my GCSEs starting in two days, so wish me luck.

Again the link to the original story in Italian is this: ?action=printall&sid=1166371

Have a nice day

~Ermory

Editor: Helena Haansilton

[hayjeon]

Present Lane (ft. Taehyung)

Drabble game prompt 32. “This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.”

→ drunk boyfriend!tae aka crack&fluff, slight mentions of sex → 1.9k words

A/N: Highly recommended to read the yoongi drabble first to understand the au! More member’s installments of this au are cominggg! :) Enjoyyy

“Taehyung you’ve done some pretty stupid shit in your life, but this one takes the cake. This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” 

“Shut up Jimin,” Taehyung grits out, clutching his back. “Namjoon did worse.” 

His bitch of a friend rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. “Well, I don’t think Namjoon hyung thought it was a good idea to climb up on the bar and strip without a stripper pole during Yoongi hyung’s bachelor party. So, yeah. I’m right.” 

Taehyung rolls his eyes and flips off the smirking male and tries to get comfortable on the gurney, which, actually was a pretty difficult thing to do given that his ass was currently caved in halfway up to his lungs. Okay, an exaggeration, but it was probably bruised pretty badly. He wasn’t trying to get hurt, he was just imitating a video of a guy on a pole with a saxophone he saw on youtube the other day. It wasn’t his fault no one told him there was some spilled alcohol on the bar, because if they did, he wouldn’t have fucking gone up there in the first place. 

The rest of his members had just watched him pitifully, mocking him as an extra-grumpy Yoongi dragged him into the car and angrily drove him to the nearest emergency room. But Taehyung wasn’t too worried, he saw the glimmer of joy in Yoongi’s eyes when he realized the horrible bachelor party was over. The older hyung was never a guy for loud bars with sweaty drunk crowds. 

Jimin’s voice brings him out of his own angry thoughts. 

“Uh, yes! Um, so this idiot over here slipped off a bar and landed on his ass pretty hard. And we need to be up and okay for a wedding the day after tomorrow, so could you take a look and let us know what to expect? Like, if we need to replace the guy or not?”

Taehyung’s currently facedown on the gurney, in the only comfortable position he can manage right now, and so he rolls his eyes and cranes his neck to see who Jimin is talking to. And he almost rolls off the gurney right there. 

You’re dressed in the cutest little nurse’s outfit ever, scrubs with little fluffy animals for the top and darker slacks on the bottom. And you’re literally the prettiest girl he’s ever seen in his life, despite his drunk-off-the-charts state right now. But the expression on your face is completely different from the cute little sheep on your scrubs. 

“You came to the emergency room for this? And labeled it a spinal emergency?” You quirk your eyebrow at Jimin and Taehyung bites his lip because he’s delighted to see his friend get chewed out and shrivel up in front of someone other than his wife for once. Jimin sputters and is muttering something and pushing an equally sputtering Jeongguk up to you. And you’re not taking any of it, watching as the two boys argue over who it was who filed the incident as a spinal injury and Jeongguk is sneakily trying to leave and Taehyung yells out, catching everyone’s attention. 

“Yeah! It’s fine! You can leave, we can leave!” Taehyung tries to get up but his ass isn’t having it and the muscles there are screaming at him to stop moving, so he groans and slumps against the gurney as the busan motherfuckers watch and snicker. He’s desperate to get the fuck out of here cause there’s no way in hell that he’s letting a cute girl look at his bruised up ass before he even gets a chance to take her out on a date, but then you’re rolling your eyes and snapping on some gloves and grumbling “let’s get this overwith” while yanking his pants down, ignoring his protests and shooing away the two spectating menaces. 

Taehyung gasps and clenches his fists on the gurney. He squeezes his eyes shut and tries to clench his butt muscles a little so he can look a little more endowed, but then you’re glaring at him and telling him to relax and so he gives up. 

You sigh, letting him gather up his pants and his dignity when you’re done, and he manages a position where he’s lying sideways on the gurney to try and keep off the weight on his behind. 

Putting your hands on your hips, you quirk an eyebrow. “Did you land on the corner?” 

He’s confused, and he lets out a loud, “Huh?” 

You roll your eyes, peeling off the gloves and scribbling on his charts. “When you slipped off the bar, did you land on the corner?” 

He thinks for a bit, and then nods sheepishly. “Y-yeah… how did you know?” 

You look at him boredly. “There’s literally a v-shaped indent on your ass.” 

His eyes narrow. “Hey, how old are you? Shouldn’t nurses be like a little more nice or something?” 

You narrow your eyes back. “Well, according to your charts, I’m old enough to tell you that coming to an emergency room drunk and labeling a bruise on your ass as a spinal injury is highly inappropriate.” 

He lets out a smirk, because he’s never got so turned on by an angry woman in his life before. “Well, you can say inappropriate again. I knew you lingered a little too much on the peach. Liked it that much huh?” He bites his lip and does the eyebrow wiggle that usually had fans screaming back in the day. 

You huff, and cross your arms. “Ugh, I’m not dealing with this.” You turn to Jimin and Jeongguk and rattle off instructions. “He’s fine, so don’t worry about the wedding. If he wants to be able to walk properly though, you might wanna help him out with some ointment and numbing cream. And next time, if you punks ever show up here again drunk and trying to get faster help by mislabeling your injuries, I will personally make sure you never come back to this hospital again.” 

Jimin and Jeongguk agree with hands clasped politely in front of them and heads bowed low as you glare at them and walk away to your next patient. Those punks were lucky that tonight wasn’t a busy time because if it were and you ran across their antics, you would’ve beaten them up and made sure they had more than ass injuries, HR problems or not. This was a professional, highly emergent area, and you weren’t going to let some dudes waltz in thinking they were entitled to faster treatment, no matter how good-looking they were or how cute their butts might be. 

You shake your thoughts off as you tend sweetly to a small kid who’s running a higher fever, and you glance at the doorway to see the limping lanky boy walking off, clutching his ass. 

The next morning, is just the same, as you greet your coworkers on the way to the nurse’s locker room. But as you pass the reception desk, your friend calls out to you. 

“Y/N! You’re here! Look at what’s here for you!” 

You pause at the outburst and hesitantly approach the desk. And there, on the counter, is a small ceramic pot filled with succulents. You scrunch your nose at the small cacti, “Moonbyul, why did someone send me succulents that look like butts?”

She claps excitedly. “I love succulents! Oh, Y/N, aren’t they adorable? They’re gibbaeum heathii and they’re absolutely wonderful to add to any succulent collection! Look at how smooth they are, Y/N!” 

You frown. “Who sent this?” 

She straightens up, “Oh! Right! He’s waiting outside in the park, he says he can wait until you’re free.” 

And then it occurs to you, who the sender is. So you thank her and carry the succulents and as you expected, he’s standing out in front of the hospital gardens, awkwardly sitting down and trying to cross his legs. 

He’s still distracted when you approach him. But you march right up to him and he looks down at the white shoes on your feets and trails his eyes up your jeans and your regular outfit up to your unamused face and tries his best to flash you a smile. 

“Really? Butt succulents?” you quirk. 

He stands, and stills, wincing at the feeling on his behind. “I-I just wanted to apologize for last night, I-I was drunk off my mind and I don’t really remember what I said to you or did to you. But Jimin and Jeongguk told me to give you these and apologize and I’m not really sure what to say cause I have absolutely no idea what happened and I–” 

“Okay, okay relax.” You don’t mention you’re a little distracted by how cute he is when he’s sober. The cocky punk from last night is gone and in place, is a little cute boy with messed up hair and a big boxy smile that’s rubbing his neck awkwardly as he tries to muster up an apology. 

“I-I’m so so sorry.” He looks like his eyes are gonna pop out of his head, wide open as they plead with you, “I’m sorry you had to look at my butt and I’m sorry that I got drunk and–” 

“Woah, woah, Taehyung-shi, that’s enough. It’s okay.” 

“–and Hoseok hyung kept telling me to take more shots and then showed me this video of santa claus doing the saxaphone on a strip pole and–wait, what did you say?” 

You frown, “Uh, we’ll revisit the santa claus thing. But I said, it’s okay.” 

He lets out a huge sigh and his shoulders droop and he lets out this big gummy boxy smile that makes your heart skip a beat and he’s smiling because the only thing he remembers is how pretty he thought you were last night and he’s so happy that you’re exactly how he remembered. 

So as you two settle into a comfortable silence as you smile at eachother, he glances down at the succulents and winces. 

“The succulents were a bad idea huh?” 

You smile down at the little green plants and shrug. “They’re not so bad. But I hate to say this but I’m literally the worst at keeping plants alive.” 

He shrugs, “Uh, maybe, I can help you with that? Maybe I could like take you out to watch a documentary on gardening or something, maybe, if you want to. Like, this weekend, or something.” 

You smile amusedly at the tall boy in front of you. “Excuse me? Are you asking me out Kim Taehyung?”

He rubs his neck, shyly meeting your eyes. “Yes?” 

You laugh. “I think that’s what I’m supposed to say.” 

He pauses before he gets it. And then he’s smiling even bigger and whooping and then all of a sudden he’s keeling over because he clenched too hard when he jumped and now he’s in pain all over again. 

“Oh my god, Taehyung are you okay?”

“I-I’m fine, I’m fine. By the way, what are you doing tomorrow?” He straightens up with a wince and you hesitantly let him go. 

“Uh, I’m off of work at noon. Why?” 

He smiles, “Would you like to go to a wedding with me?” 

pic of succulent!!!! :’) thanks for reading! feel free to request moreeeeee