#as for me today i went over to my school to return the old books and get new ones and i finally got to see my only bestest irl friends

[lustsickforyou]

i was wondering if you are doing requests, if you could do first time with remus please 🤍

summary: it’s your first time, and you couldn’t ask for a better person to be doing it with.

pairing: remus lupin x female reader

warnings: MINORS DNI, this has graphic content. loss of virginity, p in v, fingering, remus being a soft dom.

a/n: sorry this took me so long to get around to, i hope you enjoy it :) not proofread it’s way too late lol

REMUS LUPIN was the perfect boyfriend. he was patient and understanding beyond belief, incredibly kind and intelligent. he was everything you wanted and more. so when you expressed to him that you were a virgin, and that you were waiting for the right moment, he was more understanding than you could have ever imagined. that sort of comfort tucked deep within knowing that he wasn’t some douchebag who would leave you because you wanted to wait.

and that’s exactly what you did. every time it came down to the moment— whether it was with remus or someone else— you grew to nervous about the whole situation. your head was clouded with intrusive thoughts crawling their way into your mind. would it hurt? what if you looked weird? felt weird?

but today was different. it was ideal— completely faultless. you and remus decided to stay back in school for the fall break. the rest of the boys had either gone home or on some trip with their family, so it left the two of you alone. not that you minded. you spent the morning cuddling in bed, and the day in the library trading book recommendations back and forth. and when the world went quiet late at night, the two of you silently sat in the gryffindor common room and listened to the fire crack.

you just looked at him, the way his brown eyes looked down at the book in his lap, the comfort of your socked feet just under the book and resting on him. how his sweater he lended to you was too big around your body but keeping you warm with the scent of him heavy in your nose. how the fire illuminated his face as he concentrated at the words he read.

you leaned up from your previous laying position, your face now only inches from his. your hand reached over to grab his chin and draw his attention away from the book and onto you. you planted a soft kiss on his lips, which he happily returned the favor. and as one thing led to the next, he dragged you up the stairs and towards his dorm, stopping every so often to kiss you hotly.

he opened the door and you both practically jumped to the bed, remus crawling over you and planting another kiss on your lips. your heart was pounding, and again those old thoughts that popped in your head before returned to your mind now. but the way he looked at you like you were the most beautiful thing in the world, and the way he held you. quickly those intrusive words, loud, insistent, unwelcome, were shoved away.

you pulled the sweater over your head to leave you in nothing but your bra and sweatpants, remus leaned down and planted a kiss on your neck. nipping at the skin that would likely leave a bruise in the coming morning. you giggled at the feeling, your hands reaching up to tangle in his dusty blonde hair and he pulled away to look at you again and out of breath.

“remus..” you whispered and he looked at you with that addictive look. “yes, darling?” he asked. you took a moment to think— really think about what you were about to say. “i’m ready.” you finally blurted out and remus leaned up fully now. “what? are you sure? because we don’t have to—” he started and you shook your head.

“i’m ready.” you repeated but this time much more firm than before. this mischievous smirk fell on his face. he planted another kiss on your lips before reaching up and pulling his tee off of his body, and his pants and boxers along with them. your eyes widened as you looked at his half hard cock, wondering if he would ever fit inside you.

remus must’ve noticed this reaction because he let out a laugh, “don’t worry my love, i’ll take good care of you.” he whispered, trailing kissed from your chest and down your stomach. he made eye contact with you as he slid off your sweatpants, then each sock carefully and threw the items of clothing onto the floor. he propped up your left leg, kissing the inside of your though gently.

you let out a soft sigh as he did so, and without notice he had slipped off your underwear. remus’ kisses were getting closer and closer to your already sopping cunt which dragged a smirk onto his lips. “already so wet for me.” he sighed, his skilled digits reaching up to rub slow circles onto your clot with ripped out moans from you.

he placed his pointer finger deep inside of you, pumping it in and out slowly and after a few seconds he inserted his middle finger. you moaned, leaning your head back as the heat rose to your face. “please remus— i need you.” you begged and he shook his head. “patience darling.” he teased and you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “i’m getting you ready for me.” he explained, and then his fingers started to move quicker inside of you.

remus held onto your thigh as he did so, his fingers digging into you skin. your hands gripping the sheets tightly, and you were nearing your orgasm before he slipped his fingers out. remus pumped his cock a few times before crawling over you again. he lined himself up to your entrance and looked at you again. “are you sure?” he asked, just to make sure. you desperately nodded. “i need to hear you.” remus demanded. “yes remus— i’m sure.” you sighed and with that he slowly pushed himself inside of you.

the two of you gasped out in sink, both your mouths falling open as he hovered over you. he stood still for a few moments so you could adjust to his side. the stinging and burning sensation almost being too much. “it’s okay, the pain will go away soon.” he reassured and you nodded slowly, screwing your eyes shut. “we can stop whenever you want.” he reassured. “okay.” you breathed out slowly, “i think i’m okay now.” you finally said and with that he slowly started to push in and out of you.

a loud moan escaped your lips. “fuck—“ remus said breathlessly. “you’re so tight, baby.” he gasped, picking up in speed. you held onto his biceps, his arms propped on either side of your head as he looked down to see his cock coming in and out of you, coated in your juices. “you’re doing so good for me.” he praised which ripped another moan from you. the pain was fully gone now, and only replaced with pleasure.

remus picked up in speed, nearing his end. he reached down and started to rub your clit again, and the pleasure started to cloud your eyes. “oh god— i’m so close.” you gasped out, pushing your hips up to meet his with each thrust. “i love you so much.” he cried out, going at an impossible speed now. “just like that— yes—” you moaned, you coil in your stomach close to snapping. “i’m gonna cum!” you cried out and his thrusts became sloppy, and with that the band snapped and you let out a loud moan.

remus only fucked your harder, and suddenly you could feel his cock twitch inside of you, the dirty blonde letting out a moan and and slid his cock out to rest on your stomach, pulsating and leaking the rest of his cum onto it. you both breathed heavily, remus falling to your side as you both tried to catch your breath.

you turned over to him, leaning on your side with a smile on your face as he looked up at the ceiling. “that was perfect.” you whispered and he turned his head to face you. “i’m addicted to you.” he replied, because unbeknownst to you, you had just awoken something in him. you were his now, forever and always his. “come on, let’s get you all cleaned up.”

[hjparisian]

always yours-harry j potter x reader

p: harry j potter x fem! reader w: TW !!! toxic relationship, abuse, fluff ending, cussing, not proof read summary: harry and (y/n) come across each other a bit after the war and reconnect. a/n: another request from a lovely follower! so sorry this is so late. i haven't had motivation to write and couldn't figure out what to even write. if any of you guys are in an abusive relationship, please try to reach out to someone! i know it's better said than done but you all deserve the best.

The light breeze felt perfect to (Y/N). It was her day off of work from the Ministry today, so (Y/N) decided to use this day for herself to relax. Merlin knows that her work and her boyfriend has her feeling drained.

(Y/N) had just exited Flourish and Blotts, nose in one of the new books she bought. Her focus was disrupted when she bumped into a large figure, making her drop her book.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry, I should've been looking where I was going," (Y/N) said to the person as she went to pick up her book but someone else grabbed it first.

"Oh it's alright, no worries," a familiar voice said to her.

(Y/N) looked up to the person handing her her book back.

"Wait, H-Harry?"

"(Y/N)?"

The girl was in shock. In front of her was her old friend and former crush, Harry Potter. The last time they've seen each other was at the Battle of Hogwarts. Though she had returned to Hogwarts for her eighth year, Harry did not.

"What are you doing here?" (Y/N) asked the man.

"I was just grabbing some stuff for school."

"School?"

"Yeah," Harry said. "I'm teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts."

"That's amazing Harry!" (Y/N) said to him. "I mean you were the best at the class. Plus you were such an amazing teacher when you taught Dumbledore's Army so it doesn't surprise me."

"Thanks, (Y/N). And what are you doing?"

"Oh, I just came from Flourish and Blotts. It's my day off from the Ministry and I was looking for new books."

"Well," Harry says. "What else do you have planned for today?"

"Honestly, nothing else."

"Do you want to come over to my place?" Harry asked her. "I mean, you don't have to if you don't want to. I was just hoping we could catch up maybe?"

"I would love to," (Y/N) said without a second thought.

Harry and (Y/N) exited the Leaky Cauldron and apparated to Harry's place. It was an apartment not too far from London. Harry unlocked the door and let (Y/N) enter.

It was a rather simple but clean apartment. There were a couple photos on the walls from Harry's years at Hogwarts. One that caught (Y/N)'s eye was a picture of Dumbledore's Army during their fifth year. Harry was in the middle of the photo and (Y/N) somehow had a spot right next to Harry.

"Bring back memories, huh?" Harry said as he stood behind her.

"Yeah. I still remember the first meeting." (Y/N) said. "I wanted to punch Zacharias in the face."

Harry laughed at your comment. "Me too, but he did come around."

Harry guided (Y/N) to the couch in his living room.

"Did you want anything to drink?" Harry asked her. "I got water, butterbeer, firewhiskey."

"Some butterbeer please."

Harry left to the kitchen and returned with two bottles of butter beer, handing one to (Y/N).

"So, how are Hermione and Ron?"

"They're good. They got engaged recently."

"Really?" (Y/N) said in awe. "That's wonderful! I remember talking with Hermione about Ron back in sixth year. Finally got her to admit her feelings for him."

Harry nodded his head, grinning at the memories. "They were both too stubborn to realize it."

(Y/N) nodded before taking a sip of the butterbeer. "What about you Harry? You were with Ginny last I heard."

"I was but not anymore." (Y/N) had a shocked look on her face. "We broke up a while back."

"Really? And Ron hasn't killed you?" (Y/N) asked.

Harry chuckled a bit. "It was actually Ginny who ended it. It was mutual so no bad blood between us."

"That's good then."

A question had been burning on the back of Harry's mind. Thankfully, they were on the topic of it.

"What about you? Are you with anyone?"

(Y/N) set down the bottle she was holding before she answered. "I am actually."

Harry felt his heart drop a bit. "Who is it?"

(Y/N) started messing with the hem of her top, feeling a bit nervous. "Do you remember Cormac McLaggen? He tried out for keeper our sixth year."

For some reason, Harry felt his heart crumble a bit. That bloke Cormac is with (Y/N)? Those two couldn't be anymore different. How could that troll earn her love?

"Harry?"

(Y/N)'s voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Are you alright Harry? You were zoning out a bit," (Y/N) pointed out.

"Oh, yeah I'm fine. I remember him, bit of a jerk from what I remember in sixth year." Harry said. "Is Cormac good to you?"

(Y/N) avoided eye contact and kept messing with her shirt. "Oh yeah. I mean we have a few arguments here and there, but he means well. Do you mind bringing another bottle of butterbeer please?"

Harry nodded before getting up to the kitchen again. He didn't necessarily believe (Y/N), but he wasn't going to prod on their relationship.

The two had been enjoying reconnecting. Harry told (Y/N) stories from his first year teaching at Hogwarts, one including how a third year girl sent him a singing card on Valentine's Day. (Y/N) also told Harry about her job at the Ministry and how her coworker spilt coffee on Kingsley Shacklebolt's robes.

(Y/N) looked at the clock on the nearby wall to see that it was a quarter past twelve am. She couldn't believe that she's been talking to Harry for this long. She had to get home.

"Hey Harry, I have to get going," (Y/N) told the man sitting next to her.

Harry looked at the clock to also see how late it was. "Oh, sorry. I didn't realize the time."

"It's quite alright Harry, I had a wonderful time with you anyways."

"Will you be apparating home?" Harry asks her. "Don't want you to head home by yourself if you aren't."

"Yes, I am. You don't need to worry," she said to him. "Besides, I know a few spells thanks to a certain Gryffindor."

Harry smiled a bit, knowing she was referring to him.

"I'll see you later Harry," (Y/N) said while handing him a paper.

The girl disapperated, returning to her home.

Harry unfolded the paper, which revealed some numbers. It was (Y/N)'s phone number. Right under it, she left a small message.

Call me! :)

The next morning, (Y/N) woke up to hearing noises coming from the kitchen. She put on a sweater and walked out to find her boyfriend Cormac cooking.

"Good morning," he said to her.

"Morning," she said.

"Thought I'd make us breakfast before you go to work," said Cormac. "Also where were you last night? You got home pretty late."

"I was catching up with an old friend."

Cormac hummed before asking her the dreaded question. "Who?"

"Oh it's no one special," she nervously said.

Cormac raised an eyebrow at her before asking again. "Who were you with, (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) cleared her throat before speaking. "Harry."

"Potter?"

"Yeah him."

(Y/N) looked at her boyfriend, seeing a look of resentment in his eyes.

"I never really liked that bloke." Cormac said while handing (Y/N) her plate. "Gave the keeper spot to Weasley just because that's his best friend."

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to say anything to make Cormac upset.

The two ate until (Y/N) had to go to work. While heading to work, (Y/N) felt her phone buzz. She saw it was a number she didn't recognize, but the back of her mind was hoping it was a certain boy.

(Y/N) took chance and answered it. "Hello?"

"Hello?" A familiar voice said. "Is this (Y/N)?"

(Y/N) laughed a bit before responding. "Yes it is."

"Oh good. It's Harry."

"I know," (Y/N) said, smiling. "I recognized your voice."

"Ah yeah," Harry said. "How are you?"

"Good. Just heading to work."

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realize. I can call later."

(Y/N) felt herself smiling more.

"No it's alright! I have time. Besides, it makes the travel to work less lonely."

And so began a new routine of Harry calling her on her way to work. Which then went into them calling each other after work. On nights Cormac was away, Harry and (Y/N) would call each other.

Harry and (Y/N) began seeing each other more in person too. He'd join her on trips to Diagon Alley for more books or to grab a bite after a long day of work.

This change did not go by unnoticed by Cormac, though. He noticed how distracted she became, how she smiled at her phone more, how she left for work earlier and came back later, how she'd go out more.

The boy had enough.

One day, when (Y/N) had returned from work late, Cormac was sitting in her living room, waiting for her arrival.

"Oh! Didn't know you were here Cormac, I thought you wouldn't get home 'til later," the girl said upon noticing her boyfriend on her couch.

"Where were you?" The boy asked her.

Cormac had gotten up and walked towards her, glaring at her.

(Y/N) had begun to feel a bit nervous, knowing Cormac wouldn't like the reason she had returned late.

"I-I was at work," (Y/N) stammered out.

"What about after work?" Cormac questioned her. "Where did you go?"

"Just went to grab a bite."

Cormac began pestering her. "With who? You had to have been with someone if you've taken this long."

(Y/N) felt herself starting to shake. She had never enjoyed when Cormac began to act like this, knowing he was getting angry and a bit emotional.

"I was just out with a friend," she meekly said.

"I wanna know who you were with (Y/N)."

"It was just a friend, Cormac."

"Don't bullshit me. Was it with Potter?"

(Y/N)'s hesitation was all Cormac needed to get his answer.

"It was with Potter, wasn't it."

(Y/N) couldn't lie to him, knowing he figured her out. She nodded.

"Yes, but he's just a friend."

Cormac laughed at her. "Oh really, (Y/N)? Doesn't look like it to me. All those days you came home late, were on the phone for hours. Probably all with fucking Potter. Wouldn't be surprised if you went and shagged him."

--TW description of physical abuse--

"Cormac, I didn't shag him! We were just reconnecting, that's all. Please let's just tal-"

A loud smack echoed through the room.

Cormac had hit her.

"Shut up you bitch!"

Tears welled up in (Y/N)'s face. Cormac took noticed of this and began laughing at her.

"You're crying?" The boy shoved her against the wall. "What if I give you something to actually cry about?"

"Cormac, stop!" (Y/N) sobbed.

He let go of her and let her drop to the ground. (Y/N) had begun sobbing loudly, hyperventilating.

"Get out (Y/N)! Go to your fucking boyfriend Potter for all I care." Cormac screamed at her.

--TW end--

(Y/N) had pushed herself up and got out the door before Cormac slammed it behind her. She decided to use her strength to apparate to the only person that could help her.

She knocked on the door and waited a second before it opened to reveal her former schoolmate.

Harry stared at her before bringing her inside and embracing her. She flinched, but began melting into his embrace after telling herself that it's just Harry.

"I just need to know," Harry began. "Did Cormac do this to you?"

(Y/N) just nodded, not wanting to speak.

Harry felt himself become angry. How could Cormac do this to her? She was an angel, unlike that asshole. He never deserved her. But did Harry himself deserved (Y/N)? He couldn't protect her, keep her safe. This could've been avoided if Harry was with (Y/N).

He couldn't think about that now when (Y/N) was in his arms needing care. He brought the girl to his bathroom, doing his best to try and tend the bruises that littered her skin. Harry drew a bath and brought a change of clothes for (Y/N).

"I'll be right outside, I promise." He told her. "I'll have to finish checking your bruises when your done."

Once (Y/N) decided to get out of the bath half an hour later, Harry made sure he didn't miss any other injuries before bringing her to his bed. He was just going to let her rest until a hand grabs his.

"Don't leave. Please."

Harry would always listen to (Y/N).

The boy stayed with her until sleep finally took over. As much as Harry wanted to stay with her, he had business to take care of.

Thankfully, he remembered where (Y/N) lived after dropping her off multiple times so he apparated in the night to her door. He banged on the door hard until it opened, revealing his new worst enemy.

"What do you want Potter? (Y/N) isn't here."

"Oh I know." Harry told Cormac. "Just came for a chat."

Harry stepped forward in an attempt to enter the house until Cormac stopped him.

"I'm busy right now."

"Well I guess I can try to make this quick," Harry said.

A punch was thrown at the older wizard, catching him off guard. Harry grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pushed them into the apartment, shoving him up against the nearest wall.

"I know what you did to (Y/N), McLaggen. How dare you hurt her!" Harry screamed at him.

"I didn't do such thing." Another punch was thrown.

"Don't you dare lie to me! I know you did it. You hurt her! You never deserved her."

"Oh but you think you do?" Cormac scoffed at Harry, while trying to push him off.

"I would've treated her way better than you ever have."

"You want a slut like her? You're pathetic Potter."

Those words had enraged Harry more than ever. The two continued fighting, Harry having the upper hand. One more punch landed on Cormac before he fell to the floor.

"You better stay away from (Y/N). If I hear that you stepped one foot near her I won't hesitate to punch you again," Harry spat at him before making his leave back to his home.

Harry headed for his room, wanting to make sure that the girl he loves was still there. Fortunately, she was, but she was awake.

"Where did you go Harry? I was getting worried."

"I just went to take care of something," he said, trying to reassure her.

"What do you need to take care of at this time?" (Y/N) said while walking toward him.

A small gasp slipped her month before her hand made contact with his cheek. Harry would be lying if he said it didn't feel nice.

"You're hurt Harry!" (Y/N) exclaimed before dragging him to his bathroom.

"(Y/N) love, I'm fine." He kind of wasn't. Harry looked at his reflection in the mirror and saw the marks Cormac apparently left him. He was too focused on getting vengeance for (Y/N) that he ignored it.

(Y/N) began cleaning his face. "Harry, you have dried blood on your face. I don't think that's considered fine. What were you doing?"

"If I tell you, you have to promise you won't be upset," Harry said to her.

"What?" (Y/N) paused, confused.

"Just promise me."

"Fine. I promise I won't get upset."

"Alright, well," Harry began. The adrenaline was gone and he began feeling nervous. "I went to visit Cormac at your guys apartment."

"You went to see Cormac?" (Y/N) squeaked. "Why would you do that Harry?"

"I couldn't stand what he did to you (Y/N). He hurt you. You didn't deserve what he did. I had to teach him a lesson."

"So you went to beat each other up?"

"Well, him more so than me," Harry joked.

"Why? Why would you beat him up for me?"

"Because (Y/N). I love you."

(Y/N)'s eyes widen in shock. "W-what?"

"I love you. And I think I always have. Seeing you brought back those feelings I've had back when we were at Hogwarts. I would do anything to protect you (Y/N)."

"Oh Harry," tears welled up in (Y/N)'s eyes.

Harry noticed and got a little bit worried. "It's alright if you don't feel the same way. I know you just had to deal with Cormac so-"

Arms wrapped around him and lips met his. Harry froze for a second before melting into it, gently placing his hands on her waist.

(Y/N) was the first to break the kiss, to respond to Harry's declaration of love to her.

"I love you too, Harry."

(Y/N) finished cleaning up Harry before heading back to his bed. His arms wrapped around her, keeping her warm and safe.

"I promise to protect you no matter what," Harry said to her. "I would do anything for you."

"And I will do the same for you, because you're mine."

"And I will always be yours."

[mio-actuallywrites]

The World You Once Loved 2

Apparently being in your world is still surprising for you.  PREVIOUS NEXT

2/?

//Reader lives in Japan.  not proofread

Fyi through out all these parts NO book 7 spoilers.  also I assure you next part I will try to make it longer!!

Apparently 8 months in Twisted Wonderland means 16 on Earth. And those 16 you have spent in a coma. Apparently your Roommate Oboko said you had got ran over by a car and have been in a coma ever since. 

She had also told you the night before you woke up, items had appeared in your room, apparently in your suitcase. (Haha I wonder why)

After the doctor came in, checked on your vitals and health you were told you needed to stay a day or more in the hospital. So after getting to eat earth food again, thinking about what you missed in that last year, thinking about all those memories and how they are doing right now you were ready to go back. 

After getting Oboko to drive you to your place, you finally entered the house you thought you would never return too. 

After entering the front door, your eyes immediately trailed to all around the house, all the furniture was the same, but it was werid to see new and not old furniture, I guess living in Ramshackle caused you to get used to the sometimes uncomfortable and dusty furniture. 

“All are you going to enter?” Obokos voice rang in your mind as she suddenly lightly pushed you in, bringing you out of your shock. 

“Sorry Oboko-Chan I’m just still in… shock you know??” You replied hoping she would just shrug it off. 

“It’s fine, however I have your phone with me if you wanted it, I was gonna give it to you in the car. But I wanted you to get adjusted.” She replies as she hands you the phone. “I’ll be in my room if you need me!” She yelled as she left. 

You stood there for a second as you grabbed your phone and went to sit on the couch. 

You put in the password you would never forget, no matter how many worlds you been in you will always remember. *insert password* seeing as you logged in, you had million of notifications, filled with texts, updates and snaps that were left unseen for the months you were gone. 

You opened up Magi- no Instagram and viewed every news peice you missed. The new Taylor Swift album, the new update to Genshin, the upcoming movies, new trends etc. It seems like it will take AWHILE to catch up on all of those events. 

After looking through the app you decided to go into your room, and see the place you thought you would never see again. 

However right when you entered the first thing you noticed was the luggage you clearly packed a few days ago. You went over to the luggage and opened it, once you opened it the first thing you saw was the picture of you and the first years + Grim. You guys were all at Ramshackle probably at a sleepover. 

Under the photo you found your diary you kept that you bought at Sam’s shop. It was filled to the brim with the 8 months you spent there, going from your first unbirthday party to (Something that happend in chapter 7)

After picking up the diary and putting it on your desk, you grabbed your school uniform, and hung it up. Once you hanged up your school uniform in your closet you then grabbed the photo and hung it up next to your desk. 

Thinking about what to do with your life now that you finally returned after it being your goal for so long. But wasn’t completing a goal make you happy?

Today marks the 1st anniversary since you left. If you were right it had been six months since you left in Twisted Wonderland. Your friends were now 2nd years and some were about ready to graduate. And again, If you were right, they were in the middle of finals, since you left during that period. 

Yes although you did have the period of tears, and overwhelming sadness of leaving all of those memories behind, right now you were living your BEST life right now. 

While you were in your 3rd year of Highschool. Like Night Raven, you stayed at the High School with your Childhood friends, Oboko and Saki. Yes you did have your fun with them, but what about those past memories that you dearly loved and held at your heart?

“Reader? Are you there? We still have work to attend to and close shop, not zone out.” Your co-worker snapped at you. 

“Sorry Keiko, I tend to a lot.” You responded, although it was a little bit of a lie, you would still cling onto those memories from time to time. 

“Anyways, I’ll finish the dishes you start locking up.” She responded, completely ignoring your response. 

You nodded in response and left the Cafe’s kitchen to go lock up all the windows, doors, blah blah whatever this job paid good that’s all you cared about. 

After quickly finishing it up, you walked to the back door walking past Keiko who was still washing dishes, you were always fortunate when you didn’t have to. (Who even likes washing dishes???)

“Bye Keiko! See you tomorrow!” 

She had mumbled a response as you left the door and entered your car. 

While jamming out to the new album of your favorite artist, the drive home was relatively short. Basically 5 minutes.

You pulled into the driveway and couldn’t wait to get into your home. All that felt nice was a nice warm shower and watching your favorite episodes of your favorite show/anime. With a cup of hot chocolate on the side. 

As soon as you entered the dorm avoice hit you. 

“Hey, reader, just like 5 minutes ago there were some people saying they knew you and kept assisting them. I don’t know if you know them but the acted like they knew you for a while or so. They are in the kitchen currently because they acted like they haven’t eaten in awhile. Uh please be safe?”

/ENDING WAS RUSHED, once I have time I’ll go back and edit. 

[tatumslollipop]

♡ Soon Darling ♡

Pairing: Yandere!Wanda Maximoff x Witch!Reader

TW: Stalking, Badly portrait witchcraft,bad grammar, and mentioning of death and cancer

Something has been following me for the past months. I never saw the person but I just know it's there. It's been freaking me out so I stayed at my friend's house for the last few weeks after not feeling safe alone anymore. Sometimes I get these visions of someone whispering stuff in my ears that I can't seem to understand and them caressing their hands gently over my shoulder. It's been happening more in the last weeks. And this night I heard what the person was saying "Soon we will be together again. Soon darling".

I've been telling myself that i'm just going insane but I can't convince myself to believe this anymore. My Mom was a witch she teached me the basics of witchcraft until she past away a few years ago due to cancer. That's why I now only live with my dad, he works in a office so he's away most of the time so I learned to take care of myself. I am now at my house. My friend drove me here so I can get some things like clothes and other stuff. When my mom died she left me a box of her belongings, she told me to open it when i'm 18. My birthday is tomorrow so I am already taking it with myself. Then I grabbed some more stuff I needed and my friend and I drove back to her house. Her Mom and my Mom have been friends since middle school so we went to her house often and me and Victoria got friends quickly. Her mom is also a witch and she is too. "Are the visions getting worse again?" She asked while driving. "Yes, I can't really get sleep anymore. I'm scared. I think we should really do that spell you wanted to do." I said. Victoria advised to put a protection spell over me so no magical being could get to me or reach out to me.

When arriving at her house we immediately got everything ready to do the spell. I lighten the candles while she is pouring holy water around the circle to shield it from any bad spirits. When practising the spell I could feel something inside of me fighting to stay inside of me. It's trying to take over me. It's stronger than anything I have ever fought. The earth started to shake, we started to levitate and my friend was continuing. After what felt like an eternity I fought it. And we finished the spell. It was like nothing I have ever felt before. I felt so strong. My friend looked at me stunned. "What?" I said confused and giggling. "Your eyes they turned purple. There is only one witch that can do that. The Violet Witch. I thought it was only a myth." She said shocked. The Violet Witch is the strongest witch there is, even stronger than The Scarlet Witch. She died a long time ago but said to return again. So this is now. "No that can't be true the Violet Witch isn't real." I continued talking but then I got an idea. I grabbed the box my mom gave me and opened it. Inside of it were a letter,books and jewelry. I opened the letter and it says:

Dear Y/N,

if you are reading this then I am dead and you are 18 and have to face the truth. All my life I wanted to protect you from your faith but I learned I couldn't. You are the Violet Witch. It might seem scary and hard but you need to face your destiny. In the jewelry box is a necklace out of amethyst and it's for protection it tells you when there is a danger around by changing it's colour to red. The books are magic books they have all the knowledge of witchcraft and magic inside of them. But I know you can't do this alone so I asked a old friend of mine to help you with your journey and finding out everything about your power. Agatha Harkness. She is the only one I could trust with this mission. She is gonna take you today and teach you. I hope you'll find peace with yourself. I will always love you. Stay strong and safe for me.

Mom

I could feel cold tears running down my face while reading this. "What does it say" Victoria asked. "My m-mom... she-" I cried and then I felt warm arms wrapping around me. "It's okay" She said gently. After a few minutes I calmed down so much I could tell her about what was written inside the letter. "Do you know this Agatha Harkness?" she asked her I just shook her head. "Maybe my mom knows her. Come on, let's ask her" She said taking my hand and leading me to her mom inside their living room. We immediately got greeted by her mom with a big smile "Hi Kids. What's up?" "We wanted to ask you if you know a Agatha Harkness?" "No- I don't know her" Her mood seemed to have changed instantly when hearing this question. I knew something was up but I didn't want to bother the woman anymore so I simply said "Okay" and walked out of the room with Victoria to her room again.

"That was weird" she said while sitting down on the bed "I never saw her like that" she continued while fidgeting around with her hairbrush on her bed. "Yeah it was" I answered her. Then I let myself fall on the bed beside her "This is all so crazy. I mean one day you get stalked by some magic being and the next you find out you are an super witch. I don't know how to deal with this" "I know this might seem hard but I will always be there for you." "Thank you Vic. You're the best." I said and then hugged her. I never wanted to let go. It could stay like this forever but I knew it wouldn't. After some time of shit talking and playing games it was time for us to fall asleep. I made myself ready for bed but couldn't sleep the words of the unknown woman still hunting me.

"Soon we will be together again. Soon darling"

I mean what is that even supposed to mean. Again?. I don't even know her. Or do I?

A/N: This is a little different from the normal marvel comics and movies but I hope you don't mind too much. Should I make a part 2?

[captainremmington-13]

A Lady Made of Snow

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own The Hunger Games franchise, the images above, The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes, or any of the characters in this fic other than Bellova, Kallista, and Caesarus. I also do not condone the beliefs or actions of Coriolanus or Bellova.

SUMMARY: Dr. Gaul informs Bellova that her rival has returned from District 12. Upon hearing this, she forms a plan to ensure that he never affects her success again.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: spoilers for TBOSAS, swearing, implications of blackmail, mentions of death, vague allusion to sexual acts

A/n: This chapter takes place a couple months before the epilogue in TBOSAS occurs.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐬 𝐋𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

“That’s all for today. If you have questions for me, stay behind and ask away. Otherwise, you are dismissed.” 

Bellova gathered her books and pens, tucking them safely into her leather school bag. She nodded politely at Professor Bingley before briskly exiting the lecture hall. It was finally lunchtime, and she was positively famished, for she hadn’t had time to eat a proper breakfast. She had gotten accustomed to sleeping in over the summer break. By the time her maid woke her up for her first day of University, she only had an hour to prepare for her first class.

Over the summer, she had officially decided to pursue a career in law. Her father assured her that it was a perfect fit, saying that her academic strengths and combative attitude would make her unstoppable in the field. The idea of creating laws for the entirety of the Capitol, or even all of Panem one day, was exhilarating to her. She knew she could make the country thousands of times better if she was given the chance. 

Despite only having attended three classes so far, Bellova loved being a University student. It was much more elite than the Academy, the professors were better, and there was no uniform. She found the last aspect particularly exciting, enjoying the looks of envy and adoration she had received as she walked down the halls for the first time.

Her social life had blossomed greatly in the span of just a few months. It was solid during her Academy days, as she was one of the most popular students. But since enrolling in the University, she had gained several new companions. She still talked to some of her old friends, like Lysistrata and Persephone. She even occasionally went on dates, for she was asked out left-and-right by men and women alike. Most of them she turned down, but for those who seemed promising, she accepted their invitations. However, none of them felt like the perfect match. She didn’t let that affect her, though. 

Her education was her top priority.

She saw Persephone Price and one of her new friends, Kallista Philo, waiting for her outside of the dining hall. Ignoring the lingering stairs of some of the people passing by, she approached them quickly.

“Hello,” she said, smiling brightly. “How are you both feeling? The first day of University treating you well?”

Persephone nodded. “I love it here already. I can’t wait to start working with other people who have the same major as me.” 

Kallista, who was a year older than Persephone and Bellova, gave them both an affectionate grin. “You both will excel in your fields, I’m positive. As long as you always try your hardest, the professors will do anything in their power to help you achieve your dream career.”

“Good to know,” Bellova said. “Now, shall we get lunch? I’m practically dying of starvation.”

They made their way through the dining hall, sitting at their usual table in the corner of the room. They discussed a variety of topics, including Kallista’s brother’s annoying fiancée and Persephone’s new pet dove. 

Persephone then asked how Bellova’s date with Caesarus Nottingham went. 

Bellova winced. “It was incredibly disappointing. He talked about nothing but his mediocre accomplishments and his…bedroom skills while we ate dinner. It completely ruined my appetite.”

Kallista gagged. “Ugh. That sounds awful.”

“Oh, it was. I was tempted to abandon the date all together to humiliate him, but I was able to embarrass him enough when he leaned in for a kiss and I stepped away. I left before he could say another word.” 

The girls laughed. Bellova was ruthless when it came to almost everything, including those she went on dates with.

“Miss Reginelle.” 

A young man wearing a University identification badge approached the table. Bellova looked up from her food.

“Yes?”

“Dr. Gaul wants to see you in her lab. She said it had to do with…reincarnation.” 

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“You wanted to see me?”

The doctor grinned, setting down her surgical scissors. “Ah yes, Miss Reginelle. Come, my dear. I wanted to ask your opinion on these new mutations I’m developing.” 

Bellova sat down next to Dr. Gaul on a lab stool. The older woman set a small glass terrarium in front of them. Inside housed what looked like normal flowers. 

“Don’t let the pretty colors fool you,” Dr. Gaul said. “They can bite as lethally as the most dangerous snakes.”

Bellova briefly thought about the snakes that she had sent into the arena a year prior. The memory was unpleasant, not because of the mutts, but because of who she associated them with.

“That’s amazing,” Bellova said. “I assume these are for this year’s Games?”

She nodded. “Indeed. And, I plan on altering them so they regrow within mere minutes if they are snipped.”

“Reincarnation…” Bellova muttered.

“Precisely.” Dr. Gaul flashed her a twisted smile. “Speaking of that, I have some other news for you.”

Bellova cocked her head. “What is it?”

“A certain young Mr. Snow has returned to the Capitol.” 

Bellova briefly contemplated jumping into Dr. Gaul’s pool of sea serpents. “You’re fucking kidding.”

Dr. Gaul laughed. “I am not, Miss Reginelle.”

“Why? How? I thought he was sentenced to be a peacekeeper for the next twenty years?”

“He was. But I negotiated for him to return. He has far too much potential to be wasted in District 12. He returned less than a week ago, and is set to study under me for the rest of his time at the University.”

“Dr. Gaul,” Bellova said, trying her hardest not to scream. “He disgraced himself by cheating in the Games - in your Games. Why would you forgive such a thing?”

“Mr. Snow’s time in the districts has…transformed him. He has finally opened his eyes to the real nature of this world, and understands why our country operates the way it does.”

Bellova felt her jaw clench. “I see.” 

Dr. Gaul grabbed a pair of tweezers and dropped a small cricket into the glass enclosure that housed the flowers mutation. The flower immediately lunged towards the insect, devouring it in seconds. 

“Do you need anything else, Dr. Gaul?” Bellova asked. “My next class begins soon.”

She shook her head. “That is all. Run along, my dear. And if you see Mr. Snow, do give him a warm welcome home.”

Forcing a smile, Bellova nodded and walked out of the lab.

After leaving the building, she let out a frustrated snarl. Just a few weeks after Snow’s departure, she had realized she was beyond grateful that he was no longer in her life. She no longer had to worry about constantly one-upping him, she could just focus on herself and her happiness.

But now, he was back. 

Back to continue tormenting her. 

Was that his only life goal? To make her existence a living hell? 

‘Stop that,’ she chided herself. ‘You can’t let his presence affect you anymore. You’re a new woman now. A woman that holds too much power and status to give in to silly things like emotions.’

Of course, the idea of messing with Coriolanus again was tempting. She could expose several of his actions that would immediately tarnish any of his career plans. 

But it was wisest to keep that information to herself. 

For now, anyway.

Bellova smiled to herself. Instead of listening to Dr. Gaul’s suggestion to give Snow a “warm welcome”, she would give him the coldest shoulder possible. She would avoid him at all costs. 

He was no longer worthy of her attention. 

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“Bellova! Oh, it’s so nice to see you, dear!”

Bellova whirled around, about to chew out wherever was bothering her. She was not in the mood to socialize. 

She refrained from doing so when she recognized the person approaching her was Mrs. Plinth, dressed in all black. This was uncharacteristic of her, as she usually donned bright colors. 

“Mrs. Plinth,” she greeted the older woman politely, despite wanting to tell her to leave her alone. She had decided to stop by a bakery on her way home from the University to grab a fresh pastry. She had hoped that it would lighten her mood after the unpleasant news she discovered earlier. She had not expected to run into “Ma” Plinth.

She didn’t really have anything against her, but she was still district in Bellova’s eyes. The same way her son was. She liked Sejanus most of the time, unless he was spouting on a useless tirade about the unfairness of the Capitol. But he was serving time as a Peacekeeper in 12. She had heard this from Clemensia, who heard it from Strabo Plinth himself. 

Mrs. Plinth looked her up and down, and her eyes began to fill with tears. 

“Are you alright?” Bellova asked, putting a hand on her shoulder.

She dabbed at her eyes with a red handkerchief, sniffling quietly. “You have grown into such a fine young woman. Ever since my family moved to the Capitol, my Sejanus adored you. He always referred to you as intelligent, and beautiful, and…” She trailed off, beginning to cry harder.

Bellova did her best not to appear uncomfortable. She didn’t like having to comfort people, it simply wasn’t in her nature. After a tense moment of silence, she asked, “Mrs. Plinth, what’s going on? Did something happen to Sejanus?”

Mrs. Plinth’s eyes widened slightly. “Has nobody told you yet?”

“Told me what?”

“H-he’s dead. Hanged in District 12 for treason against the Capitol.”

Bellova’s head spun. 

The heir to the Plinth fortune, dead.

Leaving behind two vulnerable, grieving parents. 

“What exactly was he accused of?” Bellova asked softly.

“I’m not sure. I just know that someone turned him in for traitorous conspiring. Someone who probably pretended to Sejanus’s friend just to stab him in the back,” Mrs. Plinth sobbed. “My poor boy…he deserved to die of old age after a long, prosperous life. Not in the gallows.”

Bellova pulled the hysterical woman into an awkward hug. “I’m so sorry for your loss, Mrs. Plinth. If you need anything, just call, and I’ll do what I can.” 

The woman nodded. “Thank you, Bellova. Any friend of Sejanus is a friend to my family. Coriolanus, Sejanus’s best friend, has been such a great source of comfort to us. My husband formally declared him our heir just yesterday.”

Bellova barely held back a noise of disgust.

“That’s…very kind of you,” she said instead.

After Mrs. Plinth had left with a basket full of fresh bread, Bellova sat down at a small table, processing this new information.

Sejanus was dead. And he had been betrayed. 

Betrayed by someone he called a friend.

And she knew exactly who had sent him to the gallows. Undoubtedly, he did it for his own personal benefit. And now he had taken Sejanus’s place as the heir to the massive Plinth fortune.

He really was pathetic. 

As twisted as it sounded, Bellova was glad she was informed of Sejanus’s execution and why it had come about. 

It was one more thing to add to her list of blackmail against Coriolanus Snow.

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Author’s Note: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think in the comments! The tension within the story will only continue to build, until it finally snaps…

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[lisbeth-kk]

May Prompts

Today's prompt is: calm.

The Luckiest Girl in the World (chapter 7)

Summary: Rosie is brought to school in a police car, and it has nothing to do with her parents. What's more troubling is her attitude about the events afterwards...

Seven Years Old

Being brought to school in a police car by a uniformed police officer got me some unwanted attention, but there was nothing for it. (I say unwanted…)

Everybody thought it had everything to do with Papa’s detective work. A mistake easily made, but no, it had absolutely nothing to do with either parent, uncle or the DI at New Scotland Yard.

Dad and Papa were away for a few days, and Molly and I made a girl’s weekend out of it. We went to Madame Tussaud’s, Daunt Books, and St, James’s Park. Molly painted my nails, we applied hideous looking face masks and covered our eyes with slices of cucumber, watched the Narnia films, ate popcorn, ice cream, chocolate, pizza and Molly’s homemade scones.

When Monday arrived, I was eager to get to school and tell my friends all about the wonderful time I’d had. I was in the bathroom brushing my teeth after breakfast when I heard Molly cry out and then a man’s voice spoke. Not a voice I was familiar with, and his speech was slurred. A commotion ensued.

“Stay calm. Focus. Deep breaths. You can do this, Watson.”

It was Papa’s voice, urging me into action with a calm tone, and I knew what to do. He and Dad had trained me for this if an emergency should occur.

Molly had a landline in her bedroom, so I called 999. The woman answering was very understanding when I told her, in as few words possible, that a man had forced his way into my godmother’s house, could she please send a car over asap.

We were in luck, because a car with two officers was patrolling the area. The doorbell rang a minute later. 

“The door is open. Come…”

Molly’s voice went suddenly muffled. The man was probably holding a hand over her mouth.

Bite him, Molly, I thought, but then the police entered, and chaos followed next.

***

It turned out that the man breaking an entering, was drunk, hence the slurred speech. He lived one street down, and evidently thought he was locking himself into his own house. Molly had left the door unlocked after she’d brought out the bins. We were after all about to depart minutes later. So, when this man saw Molly in “his” house, he thought she was a burglar.

Molly was a bit shaken, but the man had been too drunk to have the strength to harm her. Another car was called, and Miriam, one of the police officers, offered to drive me to school, lest I’d be late. (Actually, it was me who asked her.) The reason she acquiesced had probably everything to do with my heroic effort, and resourcefulness in saving the day.

I told Miriam all about Papa and that I knew Greg Lestrade. Miriam didn’t know them, but she’d obviously heard of the great Sherlock Holmes. I think she was a bit amazed that I was his daughter.

So, this is why I was delivered at school in a police car, just in time for my first class of the day. Our teacher was supposed to read us a story, but everyone, her included, was bursting with curiosity about this morning’s events. Now that I knew a bit more about the West End, as I was a part of the school’s theatre group, I gestured and dramatized as best I could, which seemed to have the desired effect.

***

That evening, Dad told me about what had happened after Miriam had driven me to school. Two minutes later, uncle Myc arrived, had a stern talk with Molly about locking her doors when his precious niece was in her care, and when Molly returned from work, a top-notch alarm system had been installed.

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[zerobaseone-zhanghao]

the coffee shop encounter

t/w: fluff, older!reader & younger!bada, adult!reader & student!bada, sugar mommy!reader & sugar baby!bada

a/n: hi everyone! this story is inspired by @bebeyue with her little sugar mommy!bada series, I love it so much so I decided to flip it.

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It was your usual routine, you had to get out of your crazy company to work. You’re a young CEO, you own a fashion brand which designs matching outfits, you tend to be popular among dance agencies and entertainment agencies. Usually when your company gets hectic, you take your work to the cute and quiet cafe across the street.

You’re well known by the staff as you’ve become a regular at this cafe, you order the same drink everytime. Recently, you’ve noticed a younger girl come in to the cafe everyday, she wears a school uniform and carries her CSAT study books around with her so you immediately think that she’s a high school student who’s sitting the college entrance exam this year making her 18 years old.

Everyday you watch this girl stress, study and procrastinate. This day began as your usual, you went to the cafe to get some peace and quiet to do your work, you must’ve been there for hours because you heard two girls coming in, laughing with each other.

You peer up to see and it’s that usual high school student who usually looks stressed but looks happy today. Both girls order and sit at the table in front of you with the usual girl sitting so she’s facing you.

As you try to focus on your work, you can hear their giggling, trying to keep as quiet as possible. You smile at their cuteness, this is the first time you’ve seen that girl smile, you think she’s really pretty when she smiles.

You overhear her and her friend discussing college and the entrance exams. “I don’t even know if I want to go to college you know, I want to dance professionally, I don’t need to go to college for that” Bada says unsure of her future.

You just carry on with your day however you have an idea, you want to help this girl, you’ve worked with dance agencies before you know how they go about hiring. A week has gone by and there has been no sight of this girl, you’re about to give up and let her go on with her life (you’re sure she’ll figure it out), she comes into the cafe and orders her usual, sitting a few tables away from you.

She’s still studying for the entrance exams so you assume that she has her heart set on college, however you were about to change her mind.

She’s got her head down, so focused in her books when you walk over to her, you sit across from her, still not gaining the attention of the girl. You see that she’s focused on a particular book so you tap the top of the page causing her to look up to you with a shocked expression. “Umm sorry, can I help you?” she asks politely, “no, but I can help you” she looks confused.

“I overheard you’re conversation with your friend last week about being unsure if you wanted to go to college. Do you still feel that way?” “Yeah I’m still confused” “well let me introduce myself, I’m Y/N and you are?” “Bada” “it’s nice to meet you Bada, you see that building across the street, that’s my company” “YOU’RE company?! But you look so young?!” “how old are you Bada? 18?” “Yeah I’m 18” “I’m 20” “no way, that’s so cool” “I guess, my company works in fashion and I deal with a lot of dance agencies and I can assure you that they take experience over education”.

“An agency would rather take someone who has 4 years of experience, workshops, classes than someone with a degree in dance”, “really?” “Yes, obviously I can’t make your decision for you but I just wanted to give you some advice” “oh and also dance agencies really love someone with global experience on their resume” “but I can’t afford that”.

“That’s where I come in, I make plenty of money to support myself and you, so if you choose to go for global opportunities, I’ll pay for all of it”. “What do you want in return?” Bada asks nervously awaiting the answer “I just want your company, at least one hour a week, I’ll pay you for your company as well, if you go on a trip for global experience then I’ll join you and pay for everything”. “That sounds like a dream honestly”.

You lie a piece of paper in front of her “this is a contract which states the rules of our agreement, since you’re a minor, you can’t sign this alone, so take it home to your parents and talk about it okay? Oh and here’s my business card, it’s got my full name, email and phone number should you or your parents need to get in touch with me okay?” “Yes thank you!”

Bada excitedly goes home to her parents to tell them about this amazing opportunity but will Bada’s parents be accepting of a stranger?

part 2 coming soon!

[alaina-starling]

Stunt Double

[Bang Chan x Fem!Reader]

summary: hannah convinced you to be her understudy but things quickly take a turn when you become her ‘stunt’ double due to a scene in the script where the prince has to kiss her

genre: fluff

warnings: none

note: this is a non!idol au, high school au. like to add that descriptions about your looks are vaguely mentioned since you are a stunt double, you have the same hair as Hannah. AGES ARE CHANGED!!! they’re only 1 year apart, with chan being a senior, and hannah being a junior. your dorm is like an apartment btw (honestly surprised i finished this earlier than the jisung fic but whatever)

Masterlist

The sky is still dark when Hannah calls you, your ringtone loud as it bounces around in your empty dorm room. You’re lucky your roommate is somewhere else, otherwise they’d be awoken by it.

You reach for your phone, the screen feeling cold to your warm touch. “What do you want?” You mumble lazily, eyes still closed in effort to keep the sleepiness in.

“Please don’t be mad…” She begs, dragging the end, voice increasingly loud, waking you up fully.

“Bitch, if you don’t shut the fuck up.” You quake, not fond of her loudness. You lower the volume on your phone.

Hannah groans from the other line when you hear Christopher, her brother, warning her from the other room. “CHRIS! I’m on a call with Y/n!” She exclaims, not even caring that her mouth is directly to the microphone.

“So what’s the news, that you have to wake me up at,” You pause, glancing at the blinking digital clock on your bedside table. “…3am in the morning.” You deadpan, mentally kicking your best friend for ruining your sleep schedule.

“Well it’s just, you know…” Her voice sounds almost apologetic, guilty in a way, but mischievous just the same. “So you know how Snow White is kissed to be saved from the poisonous apple and uh.”

“Who the fuck got the prince role, Hannah?”

~•~

“Come on. It won’t be that bad, right?” She insists although sounding unsure. Offering you a smile that you return, albeit sarcastically.

You sit at an empty table, begrudgingly setting your books down. “What do you mean! It’s literally,” you hiss, pinching the bridge of your nose. Trying to calm down.

“Okay first of all, I understand. The man is old as fuck. But you just have to lay down on the bed, maybe have a glass case over you, stay still as he kisses you. Then the lights dim and the smoky effects will start and then we’ll switch places.” She went on, hoping you won’t back out.

“I just didn’t expect my first kiss to be for a play.” You murmur timidly, accidentally banging your head on the table as you drop down to rest.

You’re about to massage it when you feel a hand on your head and a worried voice asking you if you’re okay. You blink, Chan’s face so close to yours. “Oh, yeah. I’m fine Chris.” You respond, taking his hand off your head.

He backs away from you, quickly taking the spot beside his sister, you don’t notice his ears redden and a giddy smile tugging at his lips.

You spend the rest of the day swimming between classes, the halls seemingly crowded every time you leave the classroom. By the end of the day you’re bruised from the amount of people who bumped into you in the hall.

You sigh, exiting the nurses office and heading for the theatre room.

“Hey!” Chan calls from behind you and you wonder if he’s talking to you. “Y/n!”

And he is.

You stop walking, turning around to look at him when you suddenly fall to the floor. An undeniably heavy weight leaning on you.

He’s quick to stand up, offering you a hand then picking up the bag you dropped. “Sorry.” He whispers while smiling, avoiding your gaze.

“It’s alright.” You reply genuinely, with you already experiencing that with a number of people today, him being added to the list isn’t that bad.

“I’m going to the theatre room, walk with me?” He questions, hopeful eyes gleaming down at you.

He’s tall.

“Y/n?” He repeats, lightly tapping your shoulder.

You snap out of your trance, nodding. “Sure.”

You stride side by side, stepping into a comfortable silence. When you reach the small beige door that leads to the theatre room Chris opens the door, bowing like a gentleman to a lady.

You giggle, “Why thank you, good sir.” Playing along, you enter the theatre room, doing a slight courtesy before bursting into a fit of laughter.

He finds the sound so angelic, he can’t help but stare at you. Eyes shut as you hold your stomach, lost in the moment.

You sigh in content. “You’re funny.”

~•~

On the day of the play you don’t seem so bothered anymore, “Thanks Y/n. I know you wanted your first kiss to be romantic but I don’t want to kiss my brother. Yuck.” Hannah expresses her disgust, mimicking the sound of puking.

You laugh at her shenanigans. “It’s okay, really.” You assure her as she steps into the dressing room, fixing her dress.

You have a similar one, being the double after all, you need the same clothes. You haven’t changed yet, all the other dressing rooms being occupied. “Hannah, I’ll just go change in the bathroom. Be right back.” You excuse yourself, walking to the nearest unisex bathroom, which you know is down the hall.

When you get inside you start to undress yourself, putting the dress on. It’s cool to the touch. Silk gliding right on your skin like a perfect match. The beautiful red gem on your chest sparkling in the bathroom light. You smile, admiring the beauty of the garment when you realize the zipper is stuck.

The doorknob rattles, “Occupied!” You shout, trying to zip the dress up quickly but to no avail.

“Oh sorry.” Chan replies.

When you hear his voice outside you feel relieved, “Chris?”

“Y/n.” He responds, unaware of your situation.

“Can you help me with my zipper?” You request in a whine and he agrees. When you unlock the door he rushes in, careful not to open it too wide so no one can see you. You turn your back to him, the low dip of the zipper is enough for him to almost see you shorts underneath, but he doesn’t.

Chan starts to fiddle with the zipper, trying his best to zip it up. When he finally does, you’re grateful, giving him a thank you smile before leaving him in the comfort room.

~•~

You stay unmoving on the wooden table that’s been decorated with flower, vines, and numerous types of leaves. You haven’t been waiting long, just about 5 minutes when you hear Felix’s narration through the speaker.

“The dwarves lead the prince to princess Snow White, the path familiar to him.” Felix starts,

“She looks like she’s just sleeping.” You hear Chan recite, but it’s not boring. You can feel the emotion from just his voice, like you don’t need to see his expression to know he’s worried.

You know he’s just acting though.

“She’s been poisoned by the Evil Queen.” The smallest dwarf Changbin explains sadly and you almost tear up, the raw emotion from their voices makes you love theatre so much more.

If only you didn’t have a sore throat you’d be having your own lines.

“-The dwarves leave the prince to mourn for his lost love-“

You don’t listen to Felix anymore though, instead focusing on a sneeze you feel. Trying your best to stop it but you just can’t control it, you let out the smallest sneeze.

It’s the cutest thing Chan’s ever heard and he has to stop himself from smiling at your previous action.

You feel your long hair getting pushed to the side and Chan’s hot breath on your lips. He caresses your cheek before completely closing the gap.

His lips are soft.

The kiss is slow and sweet, when he pulls away you have to stop yourself from sitting up to pull him back in for more.

The music changes and the ‘smoky effects’ Hannah was talking about fogs up the stage. “Do you need help getting up?” Chan suggests, hands going to support you but you shake your head.

You shuffle off the bed, rushing backstage where you find the 7 dwarves.

“So,” Jeongin teases, acknowledging your presence. He grins, “How was hyung’s kiss.” the young one continues to mock.

The rest of the boys cheer at his question making you groan, “Shove off, I.n.” You order but the smile on your lips tell them you liked it.

~•~

“How was it?” Hannah chimes from your door, behind her are your roommates, Rachel and Olivia who seem equally pleased with your one moment ‘performance’.

“He’s a good kisser if that’s what your asking.” You admit, turning your attention back to your book.

“Okay hoe.” Olivia blurts, sitting on the floor of your room and Rachel joins her.

Hannah sits beside you instead, taking your book and your reading glasses then placing it on the table. “Okay you dense dumbass. My brother’s been in love with you since you two met. Honestly the man can’t keep his mouth shut about how you’re the most beautiful amazing person he’s met. So do you like him or not.” She confesses.

“And if you do, since when!” Rachel bubbles.

The girls look at you expectantly.

“I,” You ponder what to say. You’ve never thought of him that way, but the way his lips felt right against yours. “His kiss got me feeling something.” You answer, the blatant honesty getting the whole room erupting in laughter.

Your phone rings and you pick up, shushing your friends. “Hello, Y/n speaking.” You speak, a default response falling from your lips.

When you hear who it is you put it on speaker phone and mute yourself, “Hey Y/n, I was just wondering if you’d like to go out for lunch tomorrow. You know to celebrate the play?” He proposes, and if Hannah hadn’t told you about his undying love for you, you’d think this was just a friendly hang out.

Funny, a senior who’s incredibly dense.

You hit unmute, “Sure, darling.” you muse and you can practically hear the smile on his face as he says goodbye.

Your friends squeal, happy you’re finally out there living your life.

~•~

“Thanks for lunch,” you sing, opening the door to your dorm. When you’re halfway in you turn around, “you kiss really well, Channie.” You praise, about to close the door when he stops you.

“Do,” He stammers, “can I kiss you?” he pipes. The same hopeful gaze you know all too well from his sister.

You open the door wider, inviting him. When he gets inside you close the door and lead him to your room.

The rest of the night is spent cuddling, watching movies, and exchanging a few kisses.

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[numinousmysteries]

All the Seeds

@eightnightsofmulder

@today-in-fic

Eight Nights of Mulder Day Six: Dreidel [on Ao3]

December 1998

He almost kissed me in his hallway. He lets her call him Fox. He loves me. He loves me not.  He came all the way to Antarctica to save my life. He ditched me with Gibson Praise to drive off with her in Phoenix.  He loves me. He loves me not.  He said he loved me when he was high on painkillers. He probably told her that countless times while sober. He loves me. He loves me not. 

Being off the X-Files is bad for us. Running background checks on fertilizer purchases uses up  too small a fraction of my brain power and frees up too much of my energy to think about other things…like what the fuck is going on in my partner’s head. He’s moody and more impatient than normal. His behavior borders on flirtatious at times but if I play along, he recoils.

When we worked on the X-Files together, Mulder and I were in sync. We rarely shared an opinion, but we had our routine well-established: Theory, countertheory, hunches, wild goose chases, and typically ending up just as clueless as when we started. It was a well-choreographed dance. We could do all the steps with our eyes closed.

Now, we’re stomping all over each other’s toes. Our rhythm is off. Sometimes it seems like we’re having two different conversations at the same time.

I don’t want to say it’s all Diana Fowley’s fault, but she sure as fuck isn’t helping. She tends to always have an excuse to call him down to the basement with a question about a case. She inevitably makes her way up to the bullpen around lunchtime to see if he wants to get something to eat. Mulder usually asks if I’d like to join, but I know it’s an empty invitation. 

I’m not proud of it, but I do have a jealous streak. It isn’t even always romantic, either. I remember competing with my siblings for my father’s attention, and burning with anger if he seemed more impressed with one of them at any given moment. It was the same in school, from the time I was a child all the way through Quantico. I had such a desire to please my teachers and needed to be the favorite in every class. 

Needless to say, being the subject of Mulder’s undivided attention—with the exception of the weekly cryptid or the occasional busty entomologist—for nearly six years felt good. Having to share him with Diana Fowley does not. 

I know they have history. And I know she’s attractive. But it’s not even that. It’s the effect she has on him. The way he’ll believe anything she says without a scrap of evidence. The way she makes me feel like a nagging shrew. The way she gets to call him Fox. 

He’s coming back from lunch now, striding across the bullpen towards me, and, is he…whistling? I sincerely hope all he had to eat was a sandwich. 

“Hey, Scully,” he says, smiling. “It’s unseasonably warm out. What do you say we get out of here for a bit?”

“You’ve been gone for nearly an hour. Weren’t you at lunch with Agent Fowley?” I ask.

“Nah,” he says. “She got an urgent phone call before we made it out of the building, so I just went back to my apartment to pick up this book on cryptozoology that’s been on my mind.”

I notice he’s empty-handed. “But you didn’t find it?”

Mulder shakes his head. “I think it might still be in our old office. But I found something else.”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small wooden top.

“A dreidel?”

“Yeah,” he says, smiling. “This was mine when I was a kid. Ended up in the back of my bookcase somehow. Come on, I’ll teach you how to play. ‘Tis the season, after all, and I promise it’ll be more fun than running another background check. Although that isn’t saying much.” 

I could use a break. This work is mind-numbingly dull and playing hooky for an afternoon with Mulder sounds much more intriguing. I return his smile and shrug on my coat. 

As I’m following him through the bullpen, he calls out to me, a little too loudly, “I hope we’re not stuck on this stakeout the rest of the day, but knowing our perp I wouldn’t bet on making it back before sunset.” 

“That’s too bad, Agent Mulder,” I reply, matching his volume and trying not to grin. “I was hoping to get ahead on all this paperwork.” 

The elevator down to the lobby is crowded but he gives me a conspiratorial wink and I feel myself blushing. I’m pressed up close to him and can smell his musk and aftershave. We both can’t help but laugh once the lobby’s revolving door propels us onto the sidewalk. He’s right. It’s warm out for December and in the sun I barely need my coat. 

We wander until we’re a safe distance from getting spotted and find ourselves a bench near the reflecting pool. Thanks to the temperate weather, the Mall is busy and we can easily blend in with the crowd of tourists and office workers.

“Ever played dreidel before, Scully?” he asks.

“I can’t say I have.” 

“It’s easy.” He holds the top out to me in his palm.

“This is nun,” he explains, pointing to the side of the dreidel embossed with a character that looks like a backward letter C. “If your spin lands on nun, you do nothing, which is easy to remember. But nun looks deceptively similar to gimel”—he turns the top to a side with a nearly identical symbol, but this one has a little leg sticking out of the bottom, “and if you land on gimel, you get the whole pot.”

“What’s in our pot, Mulder?” I ask. 

“Sam and I used to play with gelt but since we don’t have any, we can use these instead,” he says, pulling a bag of sunflower seeds out of his jacket pocket. 

“If you land on shin,” he says, showing me a character that looks like a W, “you have to add a coin, or a seed in our case, to the pot. That leaves hey”—now he shows me the final side of the dreidel— “and that means you take half the pot.”

“I think I got it,” I say.

He starts divvying up a pile of seeds between the two of us. He brings one to his mouth, cracks open the shell with his teeth, and eats it. I’ve seen him do the same motion hundreds of times and it always makes me wonder what else his nimble mouth is capable of. I’m sure Diana has intimate knowledge of that. 

“For good luck,” he says. 

“Sure, Fox,” I say teasingly. 

He cringes.

“Sorry,” I say, my eyes drifting to my pile of sunflower seeds. “That’s what Diana calls you.” 

“Yes, and I hate it,” he says. “I’ve asked her not to, but it’s not a battle worth fighting. I think she does it just to irritate me.” 

“I know you two were,” I pause. “Together.”

Why am I prying? He knows that I know. I know he’ll never say anything outwardly negative about her as much as I wish that he would. And I don’t want him to think that I’m fishing. But I can’t resist. 

“A long time ago,” he says quietly.  

“It must be nice to have her back, though” I say. “An old friend.”

He shrugs and plucks one seed from each of our piles to start the pot. 

“You go first,” he says, handing me the dreidel. 

I give it a flick with my fingers but my spin is too enthusiastic and the dreidel ends up falling off the bench.

“Easy there, tiger,” Mulder says with a laugh, leaning over to pick it up off the ground. 

I try again more gently, and land on hey. “Nice, Scully,” he says, as I take one seed back from the pot. 

We go back and forth like this for a while, our respective sunflower seed piles growing and shrinking. 

“I never did this with Diana,” he says absentmindedly as he adds to the pot after landing on shin. 

“You don’t need to tell me that, Mulder,” I say softly, once again avoiding his eyes. 

“It’s true,” he says, bringing his fingertips to my chin, encouraging me to look up and face him. “I’m not going to lie to you. We were very close for a while and, at the time, I would’ve said she was the love of my life—”

I flinch and hope he doesn’t notice. 

“—but that was before I met you.” 

“Oh, please, Mulder,” I say, leaning back and away from him. “You were in a relationship with her. You lived together. You were…intimate. I’m just your partner.”

“I hope you don’t believe that, Scully,” he says sternly, and I realize he’s serious. “I thought I loved Diana because she was the first person to accept me for who I am, but it didn’t take long to realize that she didn’t really see me. She saw a version of me that she felt she could mold into someone she’d want to be with. When I didn’t want to go along with that, she picked up and left. But you see me, Scully. You really see me for who I am and you haven’t run away yet.”

He reaches across our sunflower seed piles to hold my hand. His touch is gentle yet firm, as if to reassure me. My lips are trembling and I feel tears welling up in my eyes. I’m scared to speak, not knowing what sounds will come out. 

“And I see you,” he continues. “You’re so fucking loyal and honest and you fight for what you believe in. You’re principled and kind and even though you challenge me every day, there’s no one else I’d rather argue with. You give my life meaning.”

He squeezes my hand tighter. I try to hold back my tears but it’s no use. I blink and they’re streaming warm down my face. My heart and my mind are racing. Passersby are milling all around us but we’re frozen like statues. 

“Mulder,” I gasp. “I don’t know what to say.” 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he says, smiling as he passes me the dreidel. “Just spin.”

Catching my breath, I give the dreidel one last spin on the bench. 

“Gimel!” he shouts excitedly. “You get all the seeds, Scully. And all of me. Don’t forget that.” 

“Too bad I don’t like sunflower seeds,” I say, smiling at him shyly. 

“Well, I can take those off your hands,” he says, sweeping all three piles of seeds back towards him. “But you are stuck with me, unfortunately.”

We lock eyes. “I can live with that,” I say. 

He returns the seeds to the plastic bag and tucks it back into his jacket pocket. As we walk back to the Hoover building, he drapes his arm around me. For the first time in months, we’re back in sync. 

I think he just might love me.

[those70scomics]

Fictober Day 11: "well, that worked out great"

That '70s Show fanfic

Red had finished his rudimentary design for his gray Toyota Camry. His shop was closed for the evening, and he planned on surprising Kitty with all he was doing for her -- their -- Halloween party.

His -- their -- gray car, only four-years-old, would temporarily become a possessed monster. With some washable paint, Laurie's artistic skills, and the kettlehead's help with electronics, the Toyota would transform into a vampiric, seemingly murderous beast.

The suggestion was Laurie's. She'd seen some horror movie a few years ago based on a book, and she was excited to put her painting skills to use for the party. On a whim, she'd applied to art school with a portfolio of illustrations she'd drawn throughout the late '70s. She got in with a partial scholarship, didn't quit, met her future husband there. Turned her life around and was genuinely happy.

A damn miracle.

Red made a few copies of his design with the Xerox machine in his office. He'd send one to Laurie through the mail tomorrow. It should arrive by Friday, which was appropriate considering it would be Friday the thirteenth -- in October no less. Wednesday the eleventh, today, didn't have the same spooky ring to it.

The door to his muffler shop rattled. That had better be the wind. The door had a CLOSED sign on it, but the door rattled again.

With a sigh, Red left his office. He prepared to tell an impatient customer, as nicely as possible, to come back tomorrow. Through the door's glass window, however, Red spotted the familiar dark curly hair of someone he wouldn't be able to ignore.

"Oh, hell's bells!" Red unlocked and opened the door. Bob stepped inside the shop, wearing a thick coat. "Whatever you want, it couldn't be said over the phone?"

"No, Red, it couldn't. I have a big problem."

"I can't handle your El Dorado without my staff. If you had it towed here -- "

"It's not about my car. It's about my daughter. I think she's possessed."

Red had been wrong: October eleventh was plenty spooky now.

Bob moved deeper into the shop and picked up a monkey wrench from the counter. "You ever see the movies The Exorcist and Rosemary's Baby?"

"Glad to say I haven't. What's your point?"

"As a Catholic, I don't take strange behavior lightly. If this wrench were covered in holy water, I'd feel a whole lot better."

"Crap, you know."

Bob raised the wrench to his face and peered between its jaws. "Know what?"

Red wasn't going to play into Bob's nonsense. "The only person who's possessed here is you. Either put down the wrench or bash my head in with it."

"Aw, jeez." Bob returned the wrench to the counter. "Are you screwing with me?"

"I'm not the one who went to your store in the middle of the night, claiming my daughter had some demon inside her. Why are you really here, an early Halloween trick?"

"To ... to ... " Bob shook his head. "What're you pissed that I know about?"

"Nothing anymore. It's clear you don't know, and I'm not gonna tell you. You'll just have to wait 'til Halloween to find out."

Bob moved toward the front door. "Can you give me a hint?'

"Sure. Paint's involved."

"Paint?" Bob squinted, obviously confused. "Okay ... I guess I'll see you around."

He left the shop, and Red waved bye. Once Bob was no longer visible through the door window, Red muttered to himself, "Well, that worked out great."

Bob had gotten wind of Donna's pregnancy, but as long as Bob acted dumb, Red wouldn't give anything away.

[pas-de-duex]

Prinxiety Week Day 4: Fairytales

Trigger warnings: none. However, if I’m wrong and there is one, please feel free to DM me!

Read it on ao3 here!

@prinxietyweek

“Hi Mr. Sanders!” Patton waved to the librarian as he entered. He set down his backpack behind the counter, and took a seat at his computer.

“Patton, I’ve told you many times, when school’s over you can call me Janus.”

“I know Mr. Sanders. It just, it feels wrong.”

Janus nodded and returned to re-shelving the books.

“Looks like we have only one overdue book today! It’s called The Legends of Sleepy Hollow. Hey! That’s our town!” Patton turned to face the librarian.

Janus chuckled. “Yes, yes it is. You can go ahead and renew that one. Mr. Van Tassel has it for his AP American Literature Class.”

“Oh! I’m in that class! Do you know what he’s going to use it for?”

Janus rolled his eyes. “Of course. Re has had it for two weeks and still hasn’t used it yet.” He let out a sigh as he headed back to his desk. “Come help me re-shelves these, Patton. And I’ll tell you the story he’s going to share.”

Patton nodded and grabbed a cart full of books. He followed the school librarian to the shelves, and gladly handed him books as they went along.

“Long ago, Sleepy Hollow was a farming town. Farms, farms, farms. That’s all you could see for miles and miles. The only person who wasn’t a farmer was the schoolmaster, Logan Crane.

Mr. Crane was a lanky, lean, rational man. He spent most of his time with the schoolchildren, either teaching them at the school or tutoring them at their homes. But his favorite part of his day was the walk home from the schoolhouse. That was the time when Roman Van Tassel would be riding his horse into the market.”

“Wait, Roman Van Tassel? Isn’t Mr. Van Tassel’s first name Remus?”

“Well, yes Patton. Roman Van Tassel is one of Mr. Van Tassel’s antecedents. That’s why he’s including this specific book in this lesson.”

Patton nodded, then handed the librarian some more books.

“Anyways, Mr. Crane was desperately in love with Roman. He visited Roman at the market every day. Logan was a frugal man, but he always ended up spending more than he needed at Roman’s stand.

‘Have a wonderful evening Mr. Crane!’ Roman would always wave to Logan as he walked away.

One day, Roman was ill, so his father, Abram Van Tassel, had to run the stand at the market. He was talking to one of the elders of the village, a Mr. Irving.

‘Well, my boy Roman is finally old enough to marry. Now I simply need to find someone who can afford his dowry.’

‘What’s his dowry? I’m sure the Van Brunt boy would gladly pay it. I’ve seen the way he and your Roman get on.’

‘Heh, I doubt he could afford it! I suppose I wouldn’t mind setting up a payment plan, five golden coins over several years? That adds up!’

‘I’ll pay you ten to marry him by the end of the year.’

The two elders looked at him in shock. However, Logan had a vast amount of wealth saved from his years of saving. After Abram Van Tassel, Logan was likely the most wealthy man in all of Sleepy Hollow.

‘You have a deal, Mr. Crane.’

They shook on it, and Logan rushed home to prepare for his bride.

The next morning, there was a small knock at Logan’s door. He answered, and found a sobbing Roman kneeling on his porch.

‘Oh please, Mr. Crane. Please don’t pay my dowry. You’re a kind man, Mr. Crane,’

Roman explained to Logan that he was in love. He had been planning on eloping with Virgil Van Brunt the next weekend. The two had been meeting secretly for years, and now that they were both of age, they wanted to get married.

Logan heard him out. He hated seeing Roman this way. He helped the poor boy to his feet and wiped away his tears.

‘I’m sorry, Roman. I had no intention of upsetting you this way.’

‘So…you won’t pay my dowry?’

Logan shook his head. ‘While I had no intention of upsetting you in this way, I also have no intention of letting you run away with that… that rowdy man.’

Logan stepped inside and went to his room. He pulled ten gold coins out of a small chest and wrapped them in a cloth. He tied it with a rope and placed it in Roman’s hands.

‘Please give this to your father for me. Tell him I’ll set a date at the courthouse tomorrow.’

Roman nodded, and turned away from Logan.

Logan resumed his day as normal. He went to work, tutored a few kids, then made his way to the market.

‘Good evening, Love.’

Roman wouldn’t even look him in the eye.

‘I think you should leave, Mr. Crane.’

Virgil Van Brunt approached him from behind.

‘You’re upsetting my fiancé.’

Logan chuckled. ‘I think you misspoke, sir. Roman is my fiancé. I paid his dowry just this morning.’

Logan kissed Roman’s hand. Virgil growled at him, and narrowed his eyes like a charging bull.

‘Virgil, Virgil please don’t.’ Roman said. ‘Father is holding a harvest party at the end of the week. I would love it if you would both attend. For me.’

Virgil huffed and walked away.

‘I would love to attend, my dear. I’ll see you there.’

Logan spent the rest of the week preparing for the party. He wore his best suit and picked Roman a red rose from a garden outside the local cemetery.

When he arrived, the local school children were all gathered around Virgil, listening to him tell some sort of ghost story.

‘It was said he was a soldier in the Revolutionary War. He was captured by the British, and was immediately beheaded. He was buried without being given his last rights, which led his ghost to haunt our cemetery to this very day! It’s said anyone who walks through his hallowed ground, will forever be haunted by, The Headless Horseman!’

The children all screamed, and one even ran to Logan for comfort.

‘Now, now, everyone. This is nothing more than a ghost story. Mr. Van Brunt should not be sharing such things with children your age. Come along now,’

Despite his own reassurances, Logan couldn’t help but think of the tale over and over again in his mind. He walked through that very cemetery every day! Could The Headless Horseman come after him? Logan shook his head. Of course not! This was simply a legend.

He had intended to spend most of the night with his fiancé. However Roman continued to find ways to elude him, leaving Logan alone.

Logan walked home, through the same cemetery from the story.

‘Damn Van Brunt. I’ll keep him away from my love if it’s the last thing I do.’

He heard a clip-clopping noise behind him. Logan started to walk faster.

He heard an evil, demonic laugh. He started to run.

‘Halt! You hath trespassed on my hallowed ground! Now you must face the wrath of The Headless Horseman!’

A large, circular object was thrown at Logan, who screamed and ran far, far away before the chasing Horseman could follow him.

No sign of Logan Crane was ever found inside or outside of Sleepy Hollow. The only evidence he ever even left was the fact that Roman’s horse had been stolen that evening. Virgil Van Brunt brought it back the next morning, and he and Roman eloped that weekend.”

“Wow! That’s a pretty creepy ghost story Mr. Sanders. It’s crazy that Mr. Van Tassel comes from a family like that.” Patton says.

“Oh it’s no Ghost story.”

Patton turns and faces Mr. Van Tassel, and almost screams.

“The Headless Horseman really exists, and cursed my family long ago.”

Remus was, quite literally, holding his head in his hands.

“Re, darling, quit scaring the poor boy. He's actually a reliable library helper.”

“Oh alright; alright. Meh, I never get to have any fun.”

Remus hit some sort of switch and his head returned to where it should be.

“Well, I should, I should probably go. Thanks for letting me stay a while, Mr. Sanders.”

Patton made a graceful exit, and Remus put his arm around his husband.

“When are you going to change your name, J? Janus Van Tassel would be a much sexier name for you.”

Janus leaned over and kissed his husband on the lips.

“Hm, whenever you finally return your library books, darling.”

[lylakylie609]

Here we are fighting for our lives

War

As I made my way to Dumbledore's office, I knew today was going to be a hard day; I'm not even sure why, though.

I could feel the many eyes of people around me staring as I walked the halls of the castle. When I got to the statue of the gargoyle, I said the password, and it let me in.

Once I walked up the stairs to the office, I was met with two men sitting in chairs waiting for me.

"You're late, Miss. Lupin-Black," Snape said, not even turning around to look at me.

"Well, at least I'm here," I responded, taking the seat next to him.

"I would want to ease you into this, but there is no easy way to tell you," Dumbledore said, looking up from the papers he was looking at.

"Tell me what?" I felt anger rise in me for no reason.

"I believe the Dark Lord has spilt his soul into pieces to keep him alive," the old man said, looking down at his hand.

"So he's alive?" I asked, standing up, no longer wanting to be a part of this conversation.

"Not fully; he needs help to come back, and I want it to be your job to make sure this happens," the headmaster said, standing up.

"Wait, you want me to allow a war to happen," I said, standing up.

"It needs to be for Harry Potter's safety. Next year we are going to hold the Triwizard Tournament, and I need you to make sure he comes back on the third task," Dumbledore said, walking over to his bookshelf and pulling off a book.

"Why me and not someone else?" I asked, wanting to leave.

"You are much more powerful than you know, Amalia," Dumbledore said, turning to look me in the eyes.

I nodded my head, giving in, knowing I was going to have to.

"After the Dark Lord has returned, I will reform this group of people to fight the Death Eaters called The Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said, handing me two books.

"My dad would kill me if he found out," I responded, looking up at the man with sparkly blue eyes.

"He won't know," Snape said, joining in on the conversation.

I nodded my head and then asked, "What are these for?"

"For you to learn about horcruxes and the Death Eaters, and another is for the Triwizard Tournament," Dumbledore said, returning to his seat.

"Why do I need to worry about the tournament if it won't happen for another year?" I asked, looking at the men in the room.

"We need you to plan it, Allie," Snape responded, looking at me dead in the eyes. 

"But planning a tournament is a huge responsibility," I protested, feeling the weight of their expectations. "And with everything else going on, I’m not sure I can manage it all."

"You're going to have to find a way; both me and Professor Snape know you can do it," the headmaster said, looking at me softly.

I took a deep breath, feeling the pressure mounting but also a flicker of determination igniting within me. "Alright," I finally said, my voice steadier than I felt, "I'll do my best to make it a memorable event."

"Good," the two men in the room said.

As I left the office, I would feel a sense of tragedy of having to plan something that might kill someone.

*Time Skip*

It went through the school fast that Sirius Black was spotted in Hogsmeade, and all of the students were a mess, other than me, who knew my father's plans.

I was walking to my dad's quarters to talk to him when Cedric almost bumped into me.

"Oh, sorry," he said.

"It happens," I responded, looking up at the older boy by four years.

"Amalia," the boy said excitedly when he realized who he was talking to.

"The one and only," I responded as he started to laugh.

The boy pulled me into a hug and asked if I would meet him at the Astronomy Tower tonight after dinner, and once I said I would, he went back to perform his duties as a prefect.

I knocked on my dad's door and waited for him to reply until I went in.

I gently shut the door behind me and said, "Do you think he's actually going to stick to his plan?"

"Your father is a man of many things, and one thing I have known since the day we met is that when Sirius Orion Black sets his mind to something, he is going to do that thing," my father said, looking up from the papers he was grading.

I nodded my head, scared for what could happen when he comes to the school.

My dad stood up and walked over to me to pull me into a hug.

"I'm scared for him," I said as we pulled apart.

"I know, I am too," my dad responded, kissing my head. "We just have to hope that he finds a way to channel his energy into something positive," he continued, his voice steady despite the worry etched on his face. I could see the concern in his eyes, and it made me realize just how much we were all affected by the choices others made.

"Time Skip*

I'm not sure why, but as I was on my way to the Astronomy Tower, I felt a rush of joy through my veins, causing a smile to spread across my face. The stars twinkled brightly above, and for a moment, all my worries seemed to fade away. As I approached the tower, the cool night air wrapped around me like a comforting blanket.

Just as I was about to head up the stairs to the tower, someone put a bag over my face and dragged me away. Panic surged within me as I struggled against my captor, trying to make sense of the sudden turn of events. My heart raced, drowning out the sound of the night.

[rainydaydally]

Here in this labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 2

WARNINGS: Transphobia Being outed Homophobia Dysphoria Misgendering Deadnaming Stress Cussing Crying Arguing Fighting

3:57, Kyle arrives home from school. He slumps up the stairs, and enters his room. He drops his backpack onto the floor by his bed and climbs into his bed. He reaches for his phone on his nightstand, and starts to scroll on instagram.

3:57, Cartman is at home, scrolling through the photos he took of Kyle’s diary, now being able to read the words thoroughly without being caught. Eventually, Cartman thinks of a plan. “I will send it to Bebe and Clyde, so when they talk about it at school (because they cant keep their mouths shut) they will be overheard by others, and it will spread and spread to the point it can’t be connected back to me.” He thinks to himself.

3:58, Kyle decides to text Stan a question he’s been wondering a while. “Hey, where did you (and kenny) even find my diary?”

3:58, Stan looks up from the video game he was playing and looks at the text on his phone. “Sh*t.” Stan whispers, turning off his video game. He screenshots the text and sends it to Kenny. “What the f*ck do I say?”

3:59, Cartman comes up with an even better idea to spread the truth about Kyle.

3:59, Kenny checks his about ten years old andriod, and it reads a text from Stan. Kenny quickly texts back. “Just say we found it on the floor in the hall… unless you want to tell him that CARTMAN read his diary.”

4:00, Stan responds to Kenny’s text. “I’m obviously not going with the second option.” Stan texts Kyle back, “We just found it on the floor, and your name was on the cover so we went to return it.”

4:00, Kyle reads the text and sighs. “Well, atleast Cartman didn’t read it.”

Stan stares at the text for a while, guilt building up inside of him. “Haha, yea.” Is all he responds with, going into the kitchen to leave his phone on the counter before returning back to the living room.

Kyle sighs, putting his playlist on shuffle and pulling a book out of his backpack to read. 

Kenny reads a magazine on his bed with Karen next to him, humming a song to drown out his parents arguing for the both of them.

Cartman can’t help but laugh, feeling on top of the world, printing many copies of the pictures he took earlier. “She will never see what’s coming for her.” He smiles.

And that was the last Friday that Kyle felt human.

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Sunday night, Cartman snuck into school and taped pictures of Kyle’s diary all over the walls and on the doors of Kyle’s, Kenny’s, and Stan’s lockers. He knew he would get caught eventually, but he keeps his mindset as “as long as people found out Kyle is a girl, and I ruin his life, then I don’t care how much trouble I get into.” He finishes his horrible deed and leaves the school, a smile on his face.

Monday morning, Kyle wakes up as usual, gets ready for school like a regular Monday, and heads to the bus stop. “Hey guys, where’s Cartman?” Kyle questions, noticing the boy not there. “I think hes already at school.” Stan replied, Kenny nodding next to him. “What- why? Doesn’t he hate school?” He asks. Stan just shrugged, and eventually the bus came to take the three boys to school.

The second Stan, Kenny, and most importantly Kyle, came through the door, everyone’s heads turned to look at them. Kyle felt his hands start to sweat as he heard the whispers from the students as him and his friends walked by. “What the h*ll is up today?” Kenny whispers. Stan sighs before replying with, “Right? What dumb*ss rumor was spread around this time?” Kyle couldn’t help but feel like this wasn’t all three of them, that it was just him everyone was gossiping about. Suddenly Wendy walks up to Kyle. “I’m so sorry about this whole thing. Cartman is an assh*le, if you need to talk I’m here.” She says, hugging Kyle, and then walking away. “What the f*ck was that?” Kenny asks. Kyle just shrugs dumbfounded. “Cartman did something again.” He sighs. “Like always.” Kenny giggles.

Kyle, Stan, and Kenny arrive at their lockers, and see the print outs of Kyle’s diary on their locker doors. Stan and Kenny’s lockers are next to eachother, and they grab the paper off the lockers and slowly look at eachother, reading small parts of the papers. “Oh sh*t.” Stan says.

Stan and Kenny run to Kyle, and see him staring at the paper with a completely miserable look on his face. “Kyle…?” Stan says softly. Kyle throws his backpack into his locker before slamming it, and turning to look at Stan and Kenny. “You guys told me Cartman didn’t see it!” “Well, We didn’t know he’d take pictures of it.” Stan shrugs. “You knew he read it and didn’t even say anything?!” Kyle seethes. “Both of you? I thought you both knew better.” Kyle throws the paper on the ground, stomps on it, and storms down the hallway, searching for Cartman.

Finally, Kyle sees the boy in the bathroom washing his hands. “Cartman!” Kyle screams. Cartman jumps and turns to Kyle. “I know it was you.” Kyle says, slowly walking towards Cartman. “What?” He says, not hiding it very well. “I know you f*cking outed me to the whole school. You think that you could do this and not even have it cross my mind at all that it could’ve been you?! You really are stupid.” Kyle’s words spill out, anger rising just looking at Cartman. “You outed me. You outed me to the whole school.” Kyle says, tears pricking his eyes. “Aw, don’t cry, Kylie-” Cartman says before getting interrupted. Kyle grabs Cartman’s shirt. “DO NOT call me that, you assh*le! What is wrong with you?!” Kyle yells, letting Cartman’s shirt go before leaving the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

Kyle runs down the halls, “I can’t believe everyone betrayed me like this.” He thinks over and over again and he runs to his locker to get his phone. He sees the stares of everyone, class still hasn’t started yet. He grabs his phone out his bag, slams his locker, and runs to a corner where no one goes. “C’mon mom… please pick up!” He thinks. Finally the ringing stops and he hears his mom’s voice on the other line. “Kyle? Aren’t you at school? Is something wrong?” She asks. “Y-yeah there is, actually. Something really, really bad happened and I need you to pick me up.” Kyle says shakily, between sobs. “Okay, Kyle. I’ll be there in an hour, is that okay?” “Yeah, it’s okay.” He says. “Okay. Love you, bubbie.” She says, hanging up the phone. 

Kyle heads to his first class, which he (thankfully) doesn’t have Cartman in. He doesn’t even have Stan or Kenny in it, which, for the first time, he is kind of relieved about. He can’t focus in class, completely embarrassed about all the secrets that have been revealed, him being trans and his big and quite unexplainable crush on Stan being the main two.

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Rating: 5/5

Book Blurb:

A high heat small town, romantic suspense story from author Clio Evans. You're Next. I was in the wrong place at the wrong time--and that moment changed me forever. After walking in on a masked man murdering my neighbor, I went back to the one place I swore I'd never step foot in again. Citrus Cove. The sleepy town hasn't changed much, but the people have. Including my old high school bully, Cameron Harlow. He's the last person I want to see. He should be the last person I want. But Cameron Harlow has been dreaming of the day he'd see me again, and wants to set things right. Our history makes me hate him, but he's sinfully hot, has that sexy southern charm, and calls me sunshine. How can I resist him? When the danger I've been running from shows up in my hometown, Cameron becomes my sole refuge. Someone is watching me. Following me. They want me dead. From the ashes of our broken beginnings, all we want is our happy ending. But the killer has other ideas and the only way Cam and me have a future together is if we live to see it...

Review:

Coming back to the small town where your high school bully leaves to try and escape a killer hunting you down is definitely not the destination vacation Haley had in mind... nor did she expect her high school bully to be a completely changed man hell bent on making amends and proving to her that he's been in love with her since he knew her. Haley escaped her small town of Citrus Cove the moment she turned 18. She couldn't wait to be free of Cameron Harlow, the boy who made her life hell all throughout high school. Now years later she is a successful travel writer, yet she is forced to return to Citrus Cove after all these years because she witnesses her neighbor being murdered and the murderer is now after her. Haley intends to lie low until the killer is caught... but now she is facing Cameron Harlow again. Cameron Harlow is a changed man, he went through therapy, he grew and now he is determined to prove to Haley he isn't the same guy and that he is beyond sorry for everything he put her through. Cameron now owns a bar with his brothers and loves his small town of Citrus Cove, all he's looking for is the one, the one perfect person for him and when the woman he wronged is back in town he wants nothing more than to make it up to her... if she'd even let him near her. Haley needs a job and when she is offered a job at a bar the last person she expects to be her new boss is Cameron. Cameron is determined to prove to Haley he is changed, and the fact that he is falling for her all over again means he'll do just about anything for her. Yet Haley's troubles are coming after her and when residents of the town start getting a body count and Haley begins receiving more threatening texts and photos, she and Cameron will have to find the killer before he kills any chance of the romance growing between Haley and Cameron. Oh I absolutely devoured this book, I'm a sucker for a small town thriller romance and this was everything. The amount of groveling Cameron did for Haley was just perfect, Im someone who does not enjoy bully romances but this one was just perfect. Cameron is so so in love with Haley and would do anything for her. I love that he grew and changed, that he made amends and went above and beyond to prove to Haley he is the perfect guy for her. I adored the Emma and Cameron's brothers as well. I honestly can't wait for the second book and to see where the next couple and story goes!! I couldn't put this book down and I would absolutely recommend it!!! It's hot, it's fun, and it's everything you could want in a read!

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[jaxteller87]

Big papa 6

Month 2

Two months had passed since the boys of SAMCRO had gotten locked up, leaving Charming and your’s truly behind. As the days stretched on, it became increasingly difficult for me to cope with the void their absence created.

During the first month, I found myself just trying to keep busy, lending a hand wherever I could. I’d spend my days helping at Donna’s place, and I even balanced the books at Cara Cara twice. Donna’s place had a small playground set for the kids; for some reason, it reminded me of the clubhouse. His radiant smile warmed my heart as I pushed Kenny on the swing. “Thank you, Aunt Amber, for coming over to play with us,” he beamed, and I couldn’t help but grin in return.

Having Juice around definitely helped ease the blow a little bit as well. Maybe it was just the smell of motorcycle exhaust and sweat on his vest that reminded me of Jax or that he went out of his way to try and keep my mind off the elephant in the room.

Though I focused on helping Donna and Gemma, I couldn’t help but miss Jax terribly. His presence in my life was a rollercoaster of emotions, but it was a ride I wouldn’t trade for anything.

As the days went by, uncertainty lingered like a dark cloud, and Mary’s occasional check-ins would serve as a ray of sunshine cutting through the blackness of depression.

Around TM, life continued as normal, but it lacked that usual spark. It was a hollow echo without the heart of the club around. As I helped Gemma with various chores around the clubhouse, each room held memories of the boys – from the chapel, where they made all the club decisions, to the garage, where they worked on their bikes.

As the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months, I kept myself busy, hoping for the day they’d return. I knew this life was dangerous and unpredictable, but as a part of the SAMCRO family, this was us. The bonds we forged were unbreakable, and no matter the distance, the love for the club and its members would always endure. So, until the day they came back home to Charming, we would hold onto hope and continue to be the support system they needed. We might not be patched club members, but I like to think we’re the heart and soul of SAMCRO.

Jax’s POV

I stepped into the house with my duffle bag slung over my shoulder, eager to finally be back home.

“Hey, Juice, I just threw something in the slow cooker today. I hope that’s okay,” Amber said, her voice trailing off as she registered that it was me, not Juice, standing there. I put my bag down and walked toward her, and before I knew it, she was in my arms, holding me tight, tears streaming down her cheeks. “You’re home,” she sobbed.

“You’re never allowed to leave again,” she mumbled into my waist, and I couldn’t help but smile as I gently stroked her hair. “You’re home, big papa, you’re finally home,” she whispered. I scooped her up and carried her to the sofa; words couldn’t explain how much I missed her.

As we sat together, she showered my face with kisses. She reminded me of a puppy eager to see their favorite kid after waiting all day for them to get home from school.

“Adulting is too hard without you,” she said between kisses, and I couldn’t agree more. She was my rock, my anchor in this tumultuous world we lived in.

I gently held her face in my hands and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips. “I missed you, Amber,” I said. I had longed for this moment every day I was away.

She then noticed my shorter hair, and I explained how I had to cut it during my time at Stockton. The desire to get back home to everyone, especially her, had driven me to make the decision. I wanted to be with my family, my club, and the life we had built together. The new haircut signified a fresh start, a new day.

I explained that we got out early due to good behavior, which was funny because Opie and I had beaten the living shit out of Clay while we were on the inside. Let’s just say that the old prick had it coming, and he more or less let it happen. Not that he had much say in the matter.

We sat there, wrapped in each other’s arms for a few more minutes, basking in the comfort of being reunited. And then, Amber whispered the words I’d wanted to hear her say for months, “Love me, big poppa.”

Without hesitation, I whispered, “Always and forever, darlin’.”

[gladstones-corner]

A Brief History of Gladstone

I'm going to break some of my own rules here. 

Normally I don't talk too much about myself as an individual—mostly out of paranoia, but also because it's less relevant to the material I usually discuss. 

The exceptions are the Ask Games, of which I tend to enjoy interacting with you more than talking about myself.

At any rate, what follows is a brief history of who I am. 

I'll skip over most of the details and just say that I'm Mexican-American. I've spent most of my life on the United States East Coast, with brief stints in Germany here and there. 

I've always been into magic of some kind or another. I mentioned in an earlier post that one of the first books I remember owning is Wizardology. The little fortune deck it came with still brings me such joy and nostalgia.

I began seriously practicing magic when I discovered Buckland's Complete Book of Witchcraft at about 12 years old. I practiced in secret, given that my mother would react...strongly if she knew. It was during this time that I took the magical name Gladstone.

I studied Wicca and Witchcraft until I was about 18. In college I discovered Modern Magick (notice the trend with the big blue books?) and began studying ceremonial magic. 

Shortly after, I discovered Liber Null and Psychonaut, effectively beginning my studies in chaos magic. I practiced both ceremonial and chaos magics seriously until around 23 years old. 

At that time, my wife and I moved to Germany so I could study abroad. During that period, I briefly studied the Left Hand Path and adjacent schools of magic, but never dove deeply into any of it. 

Still 23, I returned back to the United States and resumed training in Wicca and chaos magic. I also picked up a copy of The Druidry Handbook and began studying Druidry.

However, having been changed for the worse by my studies abroad, I struggled to adjust back to normal life without copious use of magic. 

I gained a lot through this use; in fact, I gained just about everything I could want in my life at that time. But my abuse of magic eventually took its toll. 

At 25 I had a complete mental break. I gave up everything—my religion, my magic, even all my journals. All my materials went into a box and collected dust in my closet for months. That was, until I needed a new job. 

I built the ritual quickly, but made sure to remain firmly within the territories of Wicca and religious Witchcraft. It worked really well—I was back on my feet in no time, and I'm forever grateful for that. 

But I was warned in a dream shortly after: find a worthy path, or you'll land back at rock bottom. 

So I did. I created this blog, discovered all of you guys, and here we are. At the time of this writing, I am 26. I am a polytheist, occultist, and magician.

Today I am forging my own path. It's looking so far like a form of ritual magic, distinct from—but firmly embedded within—my larger religious worldview. I study all the paths I can, because each one contains something I can learn from, adapt, and use to help others. 

That's pretty much it, so far. Hopefully I'll continue to learn and grow. 

Thanks for reading. Blessed be~